Hermione needs to pee!
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
wannnaone
As the day dragged on, your predicament only worsened. Hermione went about her routine completely unaware of your struggles, each of her steps making the tangled mess of her coarse hair pull tighter around your tiny limbs. Despite your best efforts, you remained firmly trapped, unable to do anything but endure the constant jostling and shifting as she moved from class to class.
By the time the afternoon rolled around, Hermione’s gait changed slightly. You felt her hips sway more deliberately as she picked up her pace. It didn’t take long to realize why when she muttered under her breath, "I need to find a loo."
Your heart sank. The idea of being trapped here while she… relieved herself… was beyond mortifying. You tried to call out to her again, but your voice was weak and muffled, and she didn’t seem to hear you.
Hermione pushed open the door to a bathroom and quickly entered one of the stalls. Her movements became hurried as she lifted her robes and began to lower her panties. It was at that moment she finally noticed your predicament.
Her brow furrowed, and she glanced down, realizing that you were completely tangled in her pubic hair. “Oh, Harry!” she exclaimed softly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and concern. “How did you manage to get so tangled up in there?”
You tried to respond, but before you could get a word out, she shook her head. “I’ll have to untangle you later,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t have time right now.”
Before you could process what was happening, Hermione turned her attention back to the task at hand. You were positioned awkwardly, your tiny body still pressed against her skin, and there was no escaping what was about to happen.
The sound came first—a low, rushing noise that seemed impossibly loud at your size. Then, without warning, a geyser of liquid erupted from her with a force that left you stunned. The sheer velocity of it was overwhelming, a torrential stream that sprayed downward into the toilet bowl with enough power to make your head spin.
From your position, the sight was both terrifying and humbling. The stream seemed endless, the sound deafening, and the sheer force of it was something you could barely comprehend. You couldn’t help but think that, had you been directly in its path, it would have easily shattered your fragile body.
Hermione, for her part, remained entirely focused on finishing up, oblivious to the spectacle unfolding from your perspective. When the stream finally slowed to a trickle and stopped, she sighed in relief, reaching for some tissue to clean up.
“Don’t worry, Harry,” she said softly, her tone apologetic as she pulled her panties back up, once again securing you in place. “I’ll get you untangled as soon as I have the chance. Just hang in there a little longer, okay?”
You wanted to protest, to demand that she deal with this immediately, but you were too shaken—and frankly too exhausted—to argue. As Hermione washed her hands and left the bathroom, you could only hope that she’d make good on her promise sooner rather than later.
By the time the afternoon rolled around, Hermione’s gait changed slightly. You felt her hips sway more deliberately as she picked up her pace. It didn’t take long to realize why when she muttered under her breath, "I need to find a loo."
Your heart sank. The idea of being trapped here while she… relieved herself… was beyond mortifying. You tried to call out to her again, but your voice was weak and muffled, and she didn’t seem to hear you.
Hermione pushed open the door to a bathroom and quickly entered one of the stalls. Her movements became hurried as she lifted her robes and began to lower her panties. It was at that moment she finally noticed your predicament.
Her brow furrowed, and she glanced down, realizing that you were completely tangled in her pubic hair. “Oh, Harry!” she exclaimed softly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and concern. “How did you manage to get so tangled up in there?”
You tried to respond, but before you could get a word out, she shook her head. “I’ll have to untangle you later,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t have time right now.”
Before you could process what was happening, Hermione turned her attention back to the task at hand. You were positioned awkwardly, your tiny body still pressed against her skin, and there was no escaping what was about to happen.
The sound came first—a low, rushing noise that seemed impossibly loud at your size. Then, without warning, a geyser of liquid erupted from her with a force that left you stunned. The sheer velocity of it was overwhelming, a torrential stream that sprayed downward into the toilet bowl with enough power to make your head spin.
From your position, the sight was both terrifying and humbling. The stream seemed endless, the sound deafening, and the sheer force of it was something you could barely comprehend. You couldn’t help but think that, had you been directly in its path, it would have easily shattered your fragile body.
Hermione, for her part, remained entirely focused on finishing up, oblivious to the spectacle unfolding from your perspective. When the stream finally slowed to a trickle and stopped, she sighed in relief, reaching for some tissue to clean up.
“Don’t worry, Harry,” she said softly, her tone apologetic as she pulled her panties back up, once again securing you in place. “I’ll get you untangled as soon as I have the chance. Just hang in there a little longer, okay?”
You wanted to protest, to demand that she deal with this immediately, but you were too shaken—and frankly too exhausted—to argue. As Hermione washed her hands and left the bathroom, you could only hope that she’d make good on her promise sooner rather than later.
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