Hermione tried to sneak out of the tent as quietly as humanly possible so she wouldn’t wake her tent-mates but that was clearly all for nothing.
“Where are you going, Granger?” Pansy’s voice sounded deceptively friendly from her sleeping bag, where she was very much not asleep.
It was either extremely bad luck that Hermione got paired up with all three of her bullies to share a tent for this overnight camping trip, or her teacher wanted to torture her and did it on purpose.
“I just have to go pee.” Hermione answered.
Hermione regretted her words as soon as they were out of her mouth. Pansy was probably going to force her back into her sleeping bag and make her wet the bed if couldn’t hold it all night.
But she didn’t.
“Oh good, take mine too.” Pansy said.
Hermione stopped short, trying to make sense of what Pansy said. Did she mean take me too? Like the buddy system?
“Guys wake up!” Hermione watched Pansy wake up Daphne and Millicent. They were groggy and annoyed until Pansy told them that she was making a bathroom run.
Hermione didn’t understand Pansy. She wanted everyone to go to the bathroom together?
They dug through Daphne’s dufflebag for something, Hermione wasn’t sure what. She assumed a tampon but when they pulled it out she still wasn’t sure what she was looking at.
It looked like a comically large funnel with a comically small belt attached to it.
Hermione scampered back, more out of confusion than fear when Pansy came toward with that thing.
“What is that?”
“It’s a funnel gag. An extra large one.” Pansy explained.
“What? Why?” Hermione was realizing she should have just made a run for the bathroom as soon as Pansy noticed her leaving. Too late now.
“So you can take everyone’s pee with you.” She said like it was obvious.
“Take the pee with me?” Hermione repeated. She still didn’t understand, but she couldn’t ask anymore questions because then Pansy shoved the mouthpiece of the gag in her mouth.
Hermione couldn’t tell who was behind her but she felt another pair of hands fastening the strap around her head.
“There’s no point in all of us going to the bathroom. You can carry all the piss for us since you were going anyway.” Daphne explained.
Millicent shoved Hermione to her knees. So that’s who was behind her. She already had her pajama pants off and she was naked from the waist down.
“She means drink up, Granger.” Millicent laughed. Then she started peeing into the funnel.
Hermione didn’t know what to do.
The funnel was big enough to hold Millicent’s full bladder without spilling over but it was so heavy Hermione thought she was going to fall over and spill it all over her sleeping bag.
She needed both hands for support to hold the funnel even though it couldn’t budge and it took all her energy just to keep her head held up straight.
“You have to swallow it, Granger.” Pansy said.
She refused.
Pansy shrugged and pinched her nose shut. She was going make her swallow one way or another.
Hermione could hold her breath. She’d be fine.
But she wasn’t fine. She needed air. She couldn’t hold her breath that long.
She started to panic thinking Pansy wouldn’t let breathe at all and she’d die in the middle of the woods choking on piss.
But no that was ridiculous. She was mean but she wanted to torture her not kill her. Hermione just needed to make herself calm down.
Pansy let go of her nose and Hermione took deep breathes.
“You ok there, Granger?” Pansy stroked her hair with surprising gentleness.
It was oddly soothing and Hermione couldn’t help leaning into her touch.
She kept breathing through her nose and just focused on Pansy’s hand in her hair.
“Can you drink it? It’s ok if you can’t.”
Hermione started to shake her head no but she was afraid of making the piss splash over onto her and her sleeping bag.
Then she wondered if she didn’t swallow what was in the funnel, what would happen to it. Pansy seemed to understand what she was thinking without her having to say it.
“You can spill it out if you have to. Just lean forward.”
Lean forward onto her sleeping bag. No thanks!
Hermione kept breathing through her nose. She really really did not want to drink Millicent’s pee. But she didn’t want to sleep on it either.
She started swallowing.
“Good girl.” Pansy kept petting her head while she drank.
The pee was already less warm than when it was fresh, but it wasn’t cold yet. The closer-to-room-temperature pee was easier to swallow but somehow tasted worse than usual.
Hermione didn’t care. She drank it all down as fast as she could.
Hermione didn’t think she had to go that bad, but every swallow felt like it was going strait to her bladder.
It was such a huge relief when Hermione sucked air through her mouth.
The relief was short-lived.
“Ready for another one?” Pansy asked her.
Daphne was in front her in her short little nightie. She didn’t wear panties to bed so it didn’t take any time for her to pull her nightie up and pee in the funnel.
This time Hermione didn’t wait to start drinking.
“You make such a good toilet.” Daphne said. “I’m serious. That’s a compliment. You’re a great place to piss.”
Hermione hated that compliment. More, she hated that she thought Daphne might be right. She was acting like a good toilet.
She was swallowing Daphne’s piss down while she was letting it out. And Daphne’s bladder wasn’t as full as Millicent’s so she was able to empty the funnel much faster this time.
Hermione squeezed her thighs together against the pressure in her own bladder. She needed to pee so bad. But she couldn’t leave to use the bathroom until all three girls were finished using her.
She looked to Pansy with her pants off, ready to relieve herself down Hermione’s throat.
Hermione felt painfully full, literally. Her stomach ached with the fullness of her bladder. She didn’t think she could take another drop without bursting.
Then Pansy started peeing.
It was torture feeling Pansy pee right in her face when she needed to pee so bad. But she kept her thighs clamped together and managed to swallow.
Pansy kept petting her head while she pissed, silent praise for taking their torture so well.
Hermione managed to swallow down Pansy’s full bladder.
As her reward for drinking three full bladders of piss, Pansy took the gag off of her.
She experimentally stretched her mouth and cracked her neck. The bitter salty taste of piss lingered on her tongue but Hermione didn’t care. She was too full to think about getting a drink of water to rinse the taste away.
She stood up on shaky legs feeling like she might not make it to the bathroom with how full her bladder was.
It felt like they were mocking her when all three girls thanked her.
Somehow Hermione managed to get out of the tent without leaking, between stopping to cross her legs every couple steps. It was going to be long walk to the bathroom.
As soon as she was gone, Pansy went to her duffle and pulled out a few of her t-shirts. She passed them around.
“Who needs toilet paper?”
When the three girls finished wiping their pussies on Hermione’s clothes they put them back in her duffle and zipped it up.
Then they all got back in their own sleeping bags and tried to get some sleep.
It was so convenient for them having a personal toilet right there in their own tent so they didn’t have to walk all the way to the public bathrooms in the middle of the night.
Hermione was struggling.
She couldn’t hold it the whole way to the bathroom. But she would not wet her pants, she couldn’t. She refused.
Hermione looked around the campsite.
Everyone else was in their tents and most of them were probably asleep. No one would know.
Hermione yanked her pants off and squatted in the dirt.
The relief was instant. She had to hold a hand over her mouth to cover a moan it felt so good to finally be able to let it out.
Hermione knew she was ready to burst but she didn’t know just how much she was going to burst. It wasn’t just her pee, she had the pee of her bladder, and Millicent’s, and Daphne’s, and Pansy’s all adding to the overwhelming pressure inside her.
She couldn’t believe she was capable of holding this much pee. The puddle around her was huge. It was spreading and moving toward one of the tents. Oh no no no. Hermione tried to will it not to but the piss river she was making had a mind of its own and she couldn’t stop.
Whose tent was that? Hermione couldn’t find out. She just watched the piss river flow right to one tent and keep running under it. Someone was sleeping on her pee. And she was still peeing, making it worse.
Were Pansy and her friends starting to rub off on her? Because Hermione found the thought of someone sleeping in her piss kind of exciting. It didn’t make her want to run. It made her want to keep watching.
Hermione finally finished her seemingly endless piss.
Her legs still felt a little wobbly. She didn’t think she’d ever felt so totally empty in her life. She hated to admit that it felt good.
She went back to her own tent without putting her pants back on. Without wiping.
She asked Daphne for toilet paper and didn’t understand why that made the girls laugh, but Daphne gave her a little pack of tissues from her bag that she used to wipe.
“Was the bathroom out of toilet paper?” Pansy asked.
“I didn’t make it to the bathroom.”
Hermione collapsed into her sleeping bag, totally exhausted. She was pretty sure her bullies were asking her more questions about her not making it to the bathroom, but she was too drained to pay attention and she was already falling asleep.