Chapter 4

A Wank Rag

Hermione fell back against the door to the empty classroom. Her chest heaved with excited breaths as the other students moved to their classrooms. No one would expect anything of her. But still, just hearing the muffled footsteps and inane chatter made her heart race. She could almost hear it.

Swallowing dryly, Hermione took a single glance around the room. There was a chalkboard at the front of the room. The dark canvas was smeared in faded chalk from years of use. Two dozen desks sat opposite the board, connecting into four long rows, waiting for students to occupy them.

There was no one there to see what she was about to do. No pictures to gossip. Hermione swallowed again. She knew she should lock the door. The spell was a simple one. But … the danger of someone just walking in … it made her heart beat faster, and her womanhood flutter.

Her staff knocked lightly when she propped it over one of the desks and pushed the toe of one shoe against the heel of the other. Her bare feet slapped against the cold stone. Hermione unfastened the robe with trembling fingers, letting it open before shrugging her shoulders. It fell to a crumpled puddle on the floor. The room was cold, and goose pimples freckled over her near-naked body.

Hermione sucked on her bottom lip. She felt so dirty, so naughty, and it was exhilarating. Just the thought of a teacher walking in on her like this and wearing another student! 

Her hand lifted on its own and roughly groped her breast, making her mewl in pleasure. More like an animal in heat than a respectable young witch. The senior witch’s other hand snaked down towards her thighs.

Mei was in Hell. It was dark. It was hot. It was muggy. Not to mention she was a pair of fucking panties for a filthy mudblood. Her face was pressed so firmly into the muggle-born’s snatch that she felt the giant squishy wrinkles mould to her features. She could feel the cameltoe formed through her face. The heavy, musky, fishy scent mixed with the bitterness of sweat burned the girl’s former nostrils. It was hard to think. The smell clouded her mind like a fog, and the bitter, tangy taste was only getting stronger.

‘Is she actually getting turned on by this?!’ Mei scoffed. Would she really touch herself and get off while she was wearing her!? Did this filth know no low?! She was like an animal. No, she was a fucking animal, and Mei was going to enjoy teaching this bitch her place. Once she was turned back to normal.

Mei mentally flinched when she felt something big, hard and soft grind against her ass. Rapidly, pressure began to build, and the former Slytherin felt her ass push into the back of her head. It felt weird and wrong … and it fucking hurt. The displaced wrinkles that formed her face further distorted as Mei was pushed face-first into Hermione’s pussy.

A meaty, soggy, squelching sound pressed in around Mei as the dark, wet cavern sucked her inside hungrily.

“Mmm … how do you like that? You like my pussy? You little bitch!” the titanic witch moaned as she pushed the crotch of her panties inside her pussy. The warm, thick juices oozed through the cheap fabric, and her thighs squeezed together. She needed more.

‘You can’t do this to me! Don’t you know who I am?! I’m Mei Chan of-’ The underwear’s thoughts dissolved into a wave of stress and dread. Everything was black and hot spongy, soggy walls squeezed her ass and face around Hermione’s fingers.

It was like she was being fucked inside the mudbloods cunt. Defiling her mind, body and soul with a single action.

Hermione pushed her fingers as deep as she could, pushing the soggy fabric inside until the rest of the panty screamed in protest. The coarse underwear dug into her, pinching her thighs and trying to cut into her perfect ass. The image of her ass ripping through the panties as she forced them deeper made Hermione’s knees wobble and smack into one another, causing her ass to jiggle in the tight confines.

“Mmm! Fuck! You feel good!” Hermione gasped out.

Mei was in a black, squishy ocean of tangy fish. It felt like the life was being choked out of her with every effortless flex of the giantess’ pussy. Each of her senses was being defiled by Hermione’s pussy and fingers.

‘I’m sorry! Please stop this!’ Mei mentally begged, even though she knew the giantess would not hear her. She had been turned into a pair of panties. Nothing more. She couldn’t talk, and given she couldn’t hear Hermione’s thoughts, it was doubtful the colossal witch could hear hers. But still, Mei screamed into the void, and the void moaned back.

The walls shuddered with every powerful beat of Hermione’s heart and clenched around her with every spasm of pleasure. The fingers would withdraw. Mei would feel a droplet of hope. Then it would be shattered as the fingers returned just as quickly as they vanished, fucking her ass deeper into the giant cunt. And they were getting faster and harder with every thrust.

Her virginity had been stolen by a mudblood and in such a manner that it tore at Mei’s very core. Her purity had been stolen. She had been defiled. Half of her raged that the mutt would pay, while the other whined for release and wanted to run away and hide.

“Let’s see how you like this!” Hermione gasped as she grabbed the back of the first year’s waistband and pulled. Hard. 

Fresh agony shot through Mei’s flimsy body as an impossibly firm grip clamped down on her hair and began to pull. Phantom tears welled in her eyes that would never fall. It felt like the giant witch was trying to pull the back of her scalp off.

The underside of the panties dug into Hermione’s taint, and the crotch tugged out of her pussy, making Hermione’s legs tremble as pleasure sparked through her. She pulled harder on the waistband, both hearing and feeling the seams popping as a hole opened over the centre of her ass.

‘Please … Please! Stop’ Mei screamed into the void.

Just as before, the void answered with the high-pitched moans of the horny giantess.

Hermione felt like a dirty little slut, giving herself a wedgie like this. With a student! At any moment, someone could walk in and find her. So scandalous. So naughty. Fuck she loved being a disgusting little slut.

Her legs buckled beneath her. Hermione suddenly fell. Her legs parted ways, and her pussy slammed into the floor, tearing through the crotch of the panty. The sudden rip against her lips pushed her over the edge, and the bushy-haired witch’s body trembled as a powerful orgasm crashed through her body like a tsunami. Cum squirted out from her pussy in long arcs, soiling the stone floor and something Hermione didn’t even realise she was holding relaxed.

Hermione shuddered with relief as a pool of warm golden liquid formed beneath her. She never did go to the toilet in all the excitement, and she had been so caught up … 

Her lips lifted into an amused smirk, and Hermione looked down at the ruined panties between her thighs, drenched in her cum and piss.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Hermione scoffed, letting her hand trail down between her thighs to stroke her pink lips through the hole she had made in her panties. Where the Slytherin’s face had been before she started.

Mei was speechless. She had been ripped. She had felt her limbs torn apart. The pain had faded as quickly as it had arrived. After all, panties didn’t have nerve endings. But she couldn’t be turned back like this. Could she even be turned back if she was fixed?

The spell she had used on Hermione echoed through her mind as if mocking her - diffindo - a cutting hex, and now she was ripped clothing. She was a witch … but … now …

Ignorant to the mental crisis, her underwear was suffering Hermione opted to finish the job and grabbed either side of the waistband and gave them a sharp tug. Pleasure shot through her as the cheap fabric dug harshly into her taint, pussy and between her ass cheeks before finally ripping against her body.

The bottom of the two halves cut through the rapidly cooling puddle of piss, soaking up droplets of the liquid, making Hermione smirk when she noticed the darkened patch of fabric.

“Hmm, you know I could leave you here in a puddle of my piss … it’s more than you deserve …” Hermione mused aloud, taunting the helpless Slytherin.

‘Please …  no …’ Mei pleaded, proving a spark of herself still remained behind, even as she endured the bitter taste and stench of the muggle-born giantess’ piss. Her cum was definitely preferable.

Hermione pursed her lips as she mulled the thought over.

“Then again, I’d rather not think of what Filch would do when he found you … the thought of what he’d do with my panties … “ Hermione shivered in disgust.

Another wave of fear washed through Mei’s dripping body.

“Hmm, oh! I know!” Hermione said suddenly, her volume making her victim mentally wince. “I’ll give half of you to Ron and half of you to Harry, I’m sure they’d love a little wank rag … if you’re lucky, I might even use you the next time we fuck,” she said, smirking at the limp fabric.

Mei wasn’t sure if the cold she felt was the phantom blood draining from her face or just the heat leaving the cum and piss that saturated her body. She was going to be used as a wank rag? The thought of her body being draped around a pair of giant filthy cocks made her skin crawl, and the idea that she’d be used to clean Hermione’s cum off their cocks … the final spark of hope inside her began to die.

Hermione grinned.

“No objections?” the witch asked the strips of fabric mockingly, “Glad to see we’re in agreement,” she began to lower one of the strips of fabric, manipulating it with her fingers until it was a small wrinkled ball the size of a snitch. Cold liquid leaked from its confines as she compressed it.

The muggle-born giantess lined the ball up with her pussy. Slowly, gloatingly, Hermione pushed the broken Mei inside her pussy. She pushed the ball deep until her finger reached the knuckle.

“Mmm, so naughty,” Hermione groaned as she balled up the remaining strip and leaned forward. “I wonder which half has your face,” she said before pushing the remaining ball into her tight ass, whining like a feline in heat as her tight ass was stretched by the small clump of fabric, making her feel pleasantly full.

Fuck she and the boys were going to have fun tonight.

The thought made both her ass and pussy clamp down on her little prisoner hungrily. A euphoric mewl escaped Hermione’s lips.

She was so fucking wet.