Snowy Day
Hermione and Ginny made a pact. They’d stop using the toilets altogether, and go in their robes whenever necessary—or on each other, if the situation was right. Sometimes, like at meals, or in the evenings, they’d be together to watch each other go, but often they would be in classes separately and would have to remember every detail to tell each other about when next they had the chance.
Hermione found she liked to play with her pee. She’d hold until she thought she couldn’t hold anymore, and then would keep holding, letting out little spurts involuntarily until it all came gushing out. Sometimes she peed just because she was bored—she loved her classes, but they went at a pace much slower than her ideal. There were times when she had perfected a new skill long before her classmates and focused instead on wetting herself to spice up an otherwise dull hour.
But today, it was Saturday, and she, Ginny, Harry, and Ron were enjoying a snowy day out in the grounds. Heavily bundled in their winter cloaks, hats, scarves, and mittens, they’d built some snow-creatures together, and now were walking down to look at the frozen lake. Harry and Ron walked in a pair, talking heatedly about Quidditch, while Hermione and Ginny walked in another pair just behind them.
“I have to pee,” said Ginny in Hermione’s ear, “I’m going to let go in a minute, I don’t think you’ll be able to tell at all in all these layers. Watch me.”
Hermione grabbed Ginny’s hand and squeezed. “I’ve been holding this whole time. I’m about to burst as well.”
Ginny turned and looked at her mischievously. “What about this? I’m going to pee myself, but you’re not allowed to go yet. I want you to keep holding until it all comes out.”
Hermione stifled a moan. “But—Harry and Ron? We can’t let them know what we’re up to.”
“They’ll never notice,” said Ginny, “besides—haven’t you noticed they haven’t gone off to the castle or even behind some trees for a pee this whole time? I’d bet you they’ve been pissing themselves too and cleaning off with a spell. Ron’s lazy like that.”
“No—really!” Said Hermione. “I hadn’t thought—but you’re right, we’ve been out here hours, and we’ve all been drinking that hot chocolate this whole time…” Hermione, thinking ahead for both the cold and naughtier ideas, had brought a refilling thermos of hot chocolate outside with them.
“Exactly,” said Ginny, “now watch.” She paused in her walking for a moment and made a face as if she was concentrating hard. A second later, her face relaxed into pleasure.
Hermione looked down, but, sure enough, could see nothing—Ginny’s cloak came down to the tops of her boots, and all her woolen inner layers must’ve soaked everything up.
“I’m peeing!” Ginny whispered excitedly. “Right now, I’m pissing myself! It’s so incredibly warm against this cold.”
And then Hermione did notice a small amount of steam issuing from beneath Ginny’s cloak as the wind blew it askew. “Oh, Ginny, you’re incredible,” she said, gazing at her in awe. Then she clenched her thighs together tightly, as all of a sudden, the thoughts of Ginny peeing herself gave her own bladder the encouragement to just let go right then as well.
At that moment, Harry and Ron turned around. “Why’ve you stopped?” Harry called back to them from where they’d paused a good several meters away.
Hermione froze, but Ginny, unconcerned, called back, “We’re coming! Just had to re-tie my scarf, the wind nearly blew it off!”
As Hermione exhaled in relief at Ginny’s excuse, Ginny leaned in to her, pretending she really was tying her scarf tighter. “I’m still peeing,” she whispered, “and all that creamy cocoa is making me need a poo as well.”
Hermione clenched her thighs again, but this time in a desperate urge for friction on her clit. She wanted to watch as Ginny pooped herself in the snowy grounds, with no one any the wiser. She wanted them to walk around together in their dirty, messy pants, safely hidden under all their winter layers. The thought was intoxicating.
“Do you think you can hold it a while, or is it urgent?” Hermione whispered back.
“I can hold a bit…” Ginny said.
“Well, since you’re making me hold my pee, maybe I’d like you to hold your poop, until you really can’t anymore either,” Hermione suggested.
Ginny looked at her, cheeks flushed. “Alright, deal,” she said, and pulled Hermione forward to continue walking.
Once they reached the lake, Hermione was nearing the end of her bladder’s capacity. There were students skating on the frozen lake, and Ron and Harry were enthusiastic about joining. Ginny, looking at Hermione with a mischievous glint in her eye, said they’d come too.
As Hermione was bent down to tie the laces of her skate, she let out the first involuntary spurt into her knickers. It felt shockingly hot against her cold skin, bundled as she was. The pee quickly seeped into the crotch and bum area of her long underwear in a small warm patch, and she bit her bottom lip hard to prevent herself from making any sounds.
“I’ve just leaked,” she whispered to Ginny, tying her own laces beside her.
“Good girl,” said Ginny, “you’ve held on such a long time, I think you can hold on a bit more. Don’t let any more out until we’re on the ice.”
“I’ll try,” said Hermione, while clenching all of her muscles. If she could have, she’d have been doing a pee dance, wiggling around in every direction to try and keep the contents of her bladder from spilling out. But surrounded as they were by students, she’d have to rein it in. “How’s your poop holding?” she added to Ginny.
Ginny grimaced. “Not going to last much longer,” she said, then paused. “Hang on, listen,” she added.
Hermione listened, and a moment later heard a loud fart from Ginny beside her, quickly followed by several more. “Oh!” she said, feeling a non-pee heat in her pussy.
“I’ve been letting them out as we walk, the sound’s just been blocked by us stomping through the snow,” Ginny said. “But they’ve stopped really bringing any relief—each time now I half think I’m going to shit myself.”
“Fuck,” Hermione breathed out softly, and then, “oh!” as another jet of pee leaked into her knickers.
“Oh, Hermione, that was naughty,” Ginny said, “I told you to wait.”
“I tried, I really tried,” Hermione said, crossing her legs, skates now laced up. “Come, quick, let’s get out on the ice!”
“Nope, not yet,” Ginny said. “Since you couldn’t do as I asked, I’m going to make you wait a bit longer before we go.”
“Oh please, no,” Hermione begged, staring at Ginny. She could feel herself on the verge of fully losing control, could imagine the relief, the pleasure of it.
“Oh, yes,” said Ginny, nudging Hermione’s shoulder with her own and surreptitiously giving her bum a little squeeze. Hermione shivered, though it had nothing to do with the cold.
“Come on, what’s taking you so long?” Ron called to them, slightly out of breath. He and Harry had been racing each other in circles but were, for the moment, stopped, watching the two girls.
“You’re so impatient, Ron! We’ll be there in a minute,” Ginny shouted back. Then, quickly and quietly to Hermione, she muttered: “it’s coming, it’s coming, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m pooping my pants!”
Hermione gazed at her with eyes glazed with want. Ginny was standing still, knees slightly bent, face pink with concentration and eyebrows furrowed. “That’s it, let it all out,” Hermione encouraged her breathlessly.
“Nng—trying—” said Ginny. “There’s quite a lot. Oh, it’s leaking out my panties, it’s coming down my legs a bit!”
Hermione clenched and unclenched her thighs again and again. She felt like she could nearly have an orgasm untouched from watching this. Her need to pee was almost forgotten—nothing more than a pleasurable feeling adding to the rest of the pleasurable feelings she was experiencing. “I wish I could see,” Hermione whispered to Ginny, “but you’re doing so well, no one can tell you’re pooping yourself right now.”
Indeed, she looked around at all the students both skating on the ice and milling around on the side, snacking, chatting, doing up or undoing skates. Everyone was enjoying the snowy day with their friends—no one was paying any special attention to Hermione and Ginny, desperate and messy and dirty, relieving themselves in their clothes.
“Ahh, that’s the last of it,” Ginny said, with one final grimace and push. “Oh, Hermione, it feels so good letting it all out! It’s a huge pile in my knickers, feel it.”
Hermione checked their surroundings, and not seeing anyone watching her, she quickly felt for Ginny’s bum. It was hard to tell what was what under her thick cloak, but nonetheless, she could feel something warm and soft, mushing around as she touched it, that could be nothing else but Ginny’s just-expelled mess. “Wow,” Hermione breathed, “you’re amazing.”
Ginny grinned at her. “I need to come,” she breathed into Hermione’s ear, “but first, I want to see you wet yourself on the ice.”
“Of course,” said Hermione, and at that reminder felt her bladder pulse with urgency again. In desperation, she grabbed Ginny’s hand and all but dragged her out onto the ice.
“Finally!” Harry called out to them as they began to skate together, fingers still entwined.
“Feels a bit funny,” Ginny said to Hermione, “skating with this mess in my knickers.”
“Funny good or funny bad?” Hermione asked.
“Oh, good, absolutely good,” said Ginny. “It’s making me incredibly wet, knowing that no one can tell—no one has any idea what I’ve done.”
Hermione shivered with want. “Please, Ginny, can I have a pee now? I’ve waited so long.” She was having trouble taking long strides while skating, as it was torture pulling her legs apart. With each stride, she leaked a little spurt into her pants. It was deliciously warm around her pussy, but she needed the full relief.
“Yes, you’ve done so well,” Ginny said, her voice rough with desire. “Let go, piss yourself for me now.”
Hermione couldn’t help it—she let out a little moan at Ginny’s words, and began almost instantly to pee herself. It hissed out of her in a burning stream, soaking her knickers and pouring down her inner thighs. She was glad they were moving, because if they’d been staying still on the ice, she was sure it would have leaked out and pooled on the ice, and who knew if the heat of it would be enough to melt a little hole? But Ginny pulled her along as Hermione abandoned herself to the pleasure of her toilet, peeing and peeing. It seemed like it might never end—she could feel there was still lots in her bladder.
“Hiya!” said a voice behind them. Harry appeared beside them, skidding a bit as he slowed to match their pace. “Don’t look now, but Ron’s found Lavender out here.”
Ginny laughed. “It was only a matter of time,” she said, squeezing Hermione’s hand.
Meanwhile, Hermione was still peeing herself as Harry chatted to them, entirely unaware of what she was doing. The secret naughtiness of it all was such that she wanted to throw Ginny into a snowbank right there in front of everyone and ride her fingers to another spectacular climax. Her pee was soaking into her socks now, was pooling inside her skates. While Harry continued speaking about Ron and Lavender, she cast a quick and silent incantation to keep her fresh pee hot on her clothing, then bit her lip hard to hide her satisfaction.
At last, her stream tapered off, and she was left holding Ginny’s hand, skating around the lake with her and Harry by their side, while she and Ginny gave no outward indication of the mess hidden just underneath their winter clothes.