Hermione couldn’t figure out how Pansy always figured out her locker combination.
Every time she came back from gym class to find her actual clothes damp with piss, she’d get a new lock from the office with a different combination.
They told her she was cut off from switching her lock for the rest of the year.
And now she was looking down at her piss-soaked clothes again.
Why did she even bother locking her locker? She should just leave it open and give Pansy free access to use it as a toilet at this point. The lock clearly wasn’t doing anything to keep her out.
At least gym was last period and she didn’t have to wear her sweaty gym clothes or worse, her piss-soaked clothes.
She gathered them up into one of the plastic bags she started bringing to school just to carry her own soiled clothes home.
“I was hoping you’d put it on.”
Pansy leaned casually against the lockers, watching her.
“How are you even getting my locker combination?” Hermione asked her.
Pansy tilted her head and smirked, like that was a very amusing question.
“I don’t know your locker combination.”
“Then how?” Hermione gestured to her wet clothes.
“You want to know how I do it?” Pansy seemed eager to show off but Hermione couldn’t ignore the feeling she was walking into a trap.
She nodded anyway.
“Are you asking me to pee in your locker? You want me to do it? And you want to watch me do it?”
“No!”
“But you want to know how I do it.”
Hermione nodded, slowly, tentatively.
“I’ll show you how I pee in your locker without knowing the combination.”
Hermione felt so stupid for agreeing to this. But Pansy was going to pee in her locker anyway. Her curiosity wasn’t really causing any more damage.
“But I want something in exchange.” Pansy looked her up and down like she was looking for the thing she wanted somewhere on Hermione’s body. Hermione felt suddenly very vulnerable.
“You want me to give you something? To pee in my locker?” Hermione asked, just to clarify.
“No. I’ll pee in your locker anyway. But you’ll never figure out how I did it. And not knowing will drive you crazy.”
Hermione hated that Pansy was right.
“What do you want?”
“Piss your pants tomorrow in gym. In front of everyone.”
Hermione shook her head. She said she wouldn’t do it.
But Pansy’s knowing smirk said otherwise.
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It was rope climbing day.
Hermione hated the rope. She hated gym. She hated Pansy’s hot breathe in her ear whispering to pee at the top of the rope.
She said she wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t do it.
She started climbing and the rope burned her hands and her thighs.
It would be humiliating to wet herself while she was climbing.
Hermione looked down and saw Pansy looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her to piss herself.
She couldn’t believe she was considering it.
What was one moment of humiliation really? She really wanted to know how the hell Pansy kept peeing in her locker. And she did kind of have to pee anyway.
Hermione felt her shorts soak through at the crotch, there would be no hiding it when she got down.
“Oh my god! She pissed herself!” Someone yelled and pointed up at her.
Or there was no hiding it now.
Hermione could hear the dull splattering sound of her piss hitting the hard mat below her, meant to protect her if she fell.
Hermione wasn’t sure who yelled, it didn’t matter. She knew everyone was staring at her. Was Pansy enjoying this? She couldn’t look down. She was too focused on holding onto the rope and not falling. It was surprisingly hard to pee and hold on at the same time.
Hermione couldn’t hold on. She fell with a loud thud flat on her ass in the puddle of her own piss.
Perhaps the only mercy was that no one else could climb the rope after she peed on it and class was let out early.
Pansy leaned against her locker while she waited for everyone else to go home, forcing Hermione to sit around in her piss-soaked gym clothes waiting with her.
Hermione didn’t try to argue.
When Pansy was finally ready to reveal her secret, the big mystery of how she always managed to pee in her locker, Hermione didn’t expect her to pull out a She-Wee.
“It’s just like, a rubber funnel?” Hermione asked.
“It might be silicon.” Pansy said.
Hermione watched her squish the tip of the She-Wee and shove it through the metal grates of her locker.
Her mouth fell open in shock as she realized what Pansy was doing.
She shoved the long thin end about halfway through the locker grate until the hole you put your pussy in was sticking out of Hermione’s locker like a urinal.
Pansy then proceeded to use her She-Wee.
She pulled her pants down in front of Hermione’s locker and held the little rubber cup steady over her pussy while she peed right into the locker.
Right on Hermione’s only dry clothes.
“You didn’t really have to pee just to show me!” Hermione realized.
“Oops.” Pansy smirked. She didn’t stop. She stayed right where she was until she was finished with her piss.
“Hope you enjoyed that, I know I did.” Pansy took her time wiping and pulling her She-Wee from Hermione’s locker.
“I’m feeling generous, so you can borrow my gym clothes just to put on something dry, but I want something in exchange.”
Absolutely not. Hermione didn’t even wait to hear what Pansy wanted in exchange for clothes that weren’t piss-soaked. No more deals with the devil!
Hermione unlocked her locker to see the damage. It looked exactly like always. Her clothes, soaked in pee.
“Do you want to borrow my gym clothes, Granger?” Pansy offered.
Hermione refused to fall into another trap with Pansy.
She’d rather wear wet clothes.
She just had to decide if it was more humiliating to wear clothes soaked with her own piss, or Pansy’s.