Lost a Bet
"Why did I make such a bet?"
These were my thoughts as I woke up on the 2ndof May. My friend and I bet on who could place the highest in a Super Smash Bros tournament, on the condition that the loser had to hold in their pee for the entirety of the next day. I took the bet simply because I really wanted to see Barbra wet her pants. Only one problem: I lost that bet. She defeated me in the losers bracket.
So, that was it. I woke up that morning having to skip my morning pee due to the bet. I already had to pee. Making it through the whole day was going to be tough. I put on the clothes Barbra mandated I wear today: the lightest colored skinny jeans I had and pink panties. I could wear any shirt of my choice as it was irrelevant to what was about to happen, so I put on a shirt I had that said "I lost a bet."
Before going to get breakfast, I took a look at myself in the mirror and thought, "Adeen, you dummy Typhlosion..." At the same time, I chugged down a 500 ml water bottle, the first of likely many I would have to drink today. Seeing as I already had to pee, plus the fact that I would be drinking lots of water today, an accident was a certainty, so a rule was added to the bet to prevent the loser from ever changing pants. The only exception would be that I would be allowed to take off my jeans when I go to bed at night, but the panties stay on.
Right when I finished the water bottle, a Raichu walked out of one of the other suite rooms. That was Barbra alright. And she'd be sure to taunt me a lot today...
"Oh, good morning, Adeen," said Barbra, as she reached under my shirt for a squeeze of my large breasts. "I'm sure those jeans will look much better by the end of today. Time to head to class."
We both had two classes today. The same two classes. First, we went to our English class. She sat next to me to ensure I didn't try to cheat on the bet. Making it through English wasn't much of a challenge. My need to pee got well past the point where I'd have gotten up to use the bathroom, but still no visible desperation. However, after class, Barbra was sure to drag me to the ladies' room for a bit of taunting. She excitedly dragged me into a stall, then lifted up her skirt, sat on the toilet, and started peeing.
"Ahh," she said. "Feels so good... I get to relieve myself and you don't..."
I wanted to make some kind of sarcastic retort, but I was so focused on tuning out the sound of her urine splashing against the water so as to avoid intensifying my predicament. The tuning out didn't work. I just continually heard the sound of pee splashing against water, as well as Barbra's moans of relief. It was certainly making me more focused on the fact I had to pee.
After a period of 30 seconds which felt more like 30 minutes, Barbra was finally done peeing.
"Alright, now to -"
Barbra reached down to her knees to pull her panties back up, but found no panties there.
"Huh?"
I looked towards Barbra as she touched her hand to her crotch, which is when we both realized that in her excitement, she forgot to pull her panties down.
"Uh-oh... I made an oopsie..."
I giggled a bit, but quickly stopped myself to avoid having an accident right then and there. It was just so funny, the fact that I was the loser of this bet, and yet she ended up wetting herself before me out of her own carelessness.
Barbra used some toilet paper to soak up the urine still dripping from her panties, then she got up and we left the stall calmly as if nothing happened.
"Oh well," she said. "I'm wearing a skirt, so no one will know. I'll even keep 'em on so you're not the only one in wet panties today."
"You don't really have to do that, you know..."
"I have a little bit of mercy, Adeen... Now let's go get lunch."
As we walked over to the dining hall, Barbra handed me another water bottle for me to chug. I finished it right before we got to the dining hall, then we each got our food and sat down. At the table, Barbra pulled out a flask and poured two shots of vodka into my drink.
"That should speed things up... No way you'll make it to the next class dry. Drink up!"
I really didn't have a choice. If Barbra said I had to drink it, then I drink it. One of the terms of the bet. She was right, though: With all of this, there would be no way I'd make it to vector statics with dry pants.
"Hey," said Barbra. "I'll make a little deal with you."
"Which is?"
"Get this statics problem right and we'll go back to my room and I'll pee in my bed. With just my panties on."
She handed me the problem: It was a problem from the previous homework that nobody in the class got right. We all knew the answer now, but we didn't know how to get there. So, if I figured out how to get the answer, you know. Compelling reward indeed.
It was a tricky problem indeed, but right as we both started finishing up our food and drinks, I realized that due to how one of the equilibrium equations was set up, two of the terms in the problem had to be equivalent. Working from that information, I got the answer right when we both finished eating.
"Aww, damn, I didn't think you'd actually get it..."
"I do have the highest grade in that class, you know."
"Alright... A deal's a deal."
We walked back towards our room, and during this walk, I realized that Barbra spiking my drink with vodka was much more effective than it used to be. With how I was walking, it was clear how desperate I was to pee. The good news, we made it back to our room without me having an accident. The bad news, I lost control and started wetting myself right when I shut the door.
"Ooooooooooh," said Barbra.
I noticed Barbra recording my accident - that being said, she did make a promise that any recording of it would be for her own personal use and would not be uploaded to the Internet. Once I was done peeing and she stopped recording, she used one hand to touch my wet crotch and the other to drag me to her suite room. Once there, she removed everything but her white panties, which were still damp from her previous wetting, then lied down on her bed.
"Okay, here goes..."
She started peeing in her bed without a moment's hesitation. She had definitely done this before; otherwise, there would have been a huge delay no matter how badly she had to pee. A huge puddle of pee formed underneath her, which she started splashing on herself playfully.
Right when she finished, she suddenly said, "Why not have a little fun?"
As we still had a couple of hours before statics, I happily agreed, getting into the bed on top of her, then taking off my shirt, exposing my DD-cup breasts. My boobs landed right in her face due to the considerable height difference between us, and she happily started licking my right nipple as I used both of my hands to rub both of her nipples. This lasted for a good 20 minutes, then Barbra stuck her left hand down my pants and started rubbing my vagina. I changed position to be at her side on her left rather than on top of her, then stuck my right hand down her panties and rubbed her vagina. While she was rubbing, I had yet another accident, to which she responded by peeing into my hand as I peed into hers. During that, we both started rubbing even faster, leading to both of us having intense climaxes in our panties after just roughly seven minutes of intense pussy-rubbing.
Afterwards, Barbra dried off, then put on a new leather skirt so as to wear something that wouldn't get stained by her soaked panties, and then I put my shirt back on.
"That escalated quickly, didn't it, Barbra?"
"Yes it did... So, how do you feel about losing that bet now?"
"Worth it. I'll have to go into class wearing this, but still worth it."
"Well... I'll have a little mercy. You can put on this other skirt I have so you won't get laughed at. Still have to wear the panties and still get no bathroom breaks, though."