“Do you really have to film the whole thing?” Cassandra looked with a worried expression past the phone her friend was holding up after setting aside the water bottle she’d just finished.

“Uh, yeah? How else do you think you’re gonna prove you did it?”

“I can think of several ways.” Wearing only a white t-shirt and faded jeans, Cassandra sat on the edge of her friend’s bathtub with her legs crossed and feet fidgeting slightly.

The other girl, leaning back against the locked door, shrugged. “Well this is the way we’re doing it. Besides, you don’t get to complain. You knew what you were getting into when you made that bet.”

Cassandra made sure that a single finger raised on one hand would be in focus as she went to grab the next bottle, opening it and taking a sip while she waited for her friend to finish giggling so she could speak again. “I don’t suppose there’s still time to back out and just find a way to put up the cash instead?”

“No way, man. This is worth way more than that, what… couple hundred? I don’t even remember how much it was, but this is more important than just a bit of money.”

With a weird look on her face, Cassandra responded slowly. “Oookaaay… That’s… Kinda really fucking weird and creepy-sounding but alright.” After taking a deep breath and another sip, she added, “Remind me why I still hang out with you?”

 “Because normal friends are boring.”

Cassandra nodded. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair enough.” With a little bounce after crossing her legs the other way around, she added, “Seriously, though, Jessie, how in the fuck did you come up with something like this?”

Shrugging, Jessica said, “You’re the one who agreed to do something embarrassing. This is something embarrassing, isn’t it?”

“I mean, I don’t really see how you making me piss myself on camera has anything to do wit-“

“Ah! I already told you, this was all decided and it’s all your fault you’re in this mess anyways, so don’t even try to question it! You took the bet, you lost, you took the dare ‘cause you didn’t want to pay up. This is your problem, lady.”

Cassandra simply sighed and put her head in her hand, eventually looking up to take yet another drink.

“How many of those have you gone through by now anyways?” Jessie looked at Cassandra with an eyebrow raised, then her gaze shifted to the bottles at the base of the tub. “So you’re on your fourth, then… Well, this shouldn’t take too much longer.”

“You don’t say?” Cassandra squeezed her thighs together and set her bottle to the side to run her hands along her legs for a moment.

Jessica chuckled and slid down to sit cross-legged on the floor. “So are you feeling it now, Mi-“

“Don’t even. No.” With a groan and a little shake, Cassandra continued, “But yes, it’s really starting to hit pretty hard now.”

“Well you’re no fun,” Jessica muttered, before speaking at a more normal tone. “Ah, well, guess you should just finish that bottle and then we’ll see what happens, eh?”

“I think we both know what’s going to happen.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be fun when it does.”

“Fun for you, maybe,” Cassandra muttered between sips.

Jessica leaned in closer to focus on Cassandra’s squirming lower half. “Maybe.”

For a while afterwards, Cassandra was quiet, grumbling to herself as she worked on the last bottle of water and fidgeted in her seat on the edge of the tub. Nobody said a word until at last she tipped her head back and downed the remainder of the bottle’s contents all at once, then tossing it aside at the wall.

“There, finished,” she said as she turned around to set her feet down on the inside of the bath. “Let’s just get this over with.”

As she shakily pushed herself up to stand, Jessica rose as well, taking a few steps closer and speaking up herself. “Not just yet, Cass.”

“What?” Cassandra turned around, bent slightly at the knees and rubbing her thighs together with her hands in her pockets. “Wasn’t this the deal?”

“The deal was to make you have an accident,” Jessie reminded her. “So it doesn’t count if you just let go on your own.”

Cassandra was bouncing impatiently on her heels. “Fuck am I supposed to do, then?”

“Stand up straight, keep your feet apart, and your hands behind your back,” Jessica suggested. “If you’re so impatient, that should speed it up a little.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes and sighed, but followed the instructions anyways. “Oh, God,” she said, swaying back and forth in her new position. “That’s… something.”

“Just stay like that until it’s over.” Jessica stepped back to get all of Cassandra in frame, and quickly snapped a picture of the moment while recording. “That one’s going to the group chat…”

The response was a vague grunt as Cassandra focused on herself, taking deep breaths and looking upwards as she stood and waited for her body to take over. With her jeans pressing against her bladder and so much water moving through her, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long.

She certainly wasn’t proud of herself for getting herself into this situation in the first place, but if she could just lose control soon it would be over and she’d be able to forget about it. All she had to do was stand there and not fight back when she felt her urine trying to get out.

At least she was going to get off pretty easily – that had been a stupid bet in the first place, and when she lost she had been expecting her alternative means of paying up to be something much worse than needing to do a bit of laundry. This was, by all accounts, a very tame dare, though it sure seemed like Jessica was taking it much more seriously than the rest of their friends… She had been the one to suggest it in the first place, and everyone else thought it’d just be something silly to have Cassandra do. But Jessie apparently had a whole plan in place for this silly dare, and was certainly showing quite a bit more interest in the situation than could be expected with something intended to just be an embarrassing but harmless event that everyone would get to make fun of for a little while.

Her motives didn’t really matter, though, and while Jessica’s focus was a little bit off-putting, Cassandra couldn’t summon up the mental power to worry about it – not when she had to focus on standing around until her bladder gave up.

Which, evidently, wouldn’t take too long. She gasped and raised one leg as a quick burst of warmth saturated her underwear, then immediately dropped that foot again and stood shaking as she felt more leaks coming.

Jessica, meanwhile, had moved to focus on Cassandra’s jeans, awaiting the tiny dark patch on the denim that finally appeared alongside a groan and a little involuntary wiggle.

The spot expanded slowly, growing with small intermittent spurts that Cassandra was focused on keeping her body from fighting against. Her stance widened as a dark streak appeared down the inside of her thigh and Jessica backed up again for a wider shot.

That streak was soon joined by others as the leaking escalated into a constant little trickle, slowly pouring out into Cassandra’s jeans and gradually but consistently expanding the darker blue areas around her crotch and down her legs. All the while, she stood taking deep breaths, her eyes closed and head tilted upwards as she tried to relax enough to coax the dribble into becoming a proper stream.

After a few unsuccessful seconds of that, she looked down and groaned quietly, deciding instead to change her position in the hopes of speeding things along – and, indeed, as she lowered herself into an awkward crouch her release stopped for just a moment before resuming as a more typical steady flow, expanding the wet spots on her jeans much faster and farther than before. In this position, the wetness even spread to her rear before falling through her clothes to splatter against the porcelain beneath her.

And as Cassandra wet herself, Jessica stayed quiet, simply moving around occasionally to film the event from different angles and capture the look of annoyance and relief on Cassandra’s face, with an occasional glance over at the puddle forming within the tub to check on its progress.

Mostly, it was just moving towards the drain, but it grew enough beneath Cassandra for her feet to get wet by the time she finished, at which point she sighed deeply and remained in position while her pants continued dripping.

“Well that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jessica commented after stopping the recording, having collected all the proof she needed. “You don’t owe us anything anymore and all it cost you was a pair of old jeans.”

“Yeah,” Cassandra muttered. “But you are gonna be washing my shit. I’m not going home like this, and it was your idea anyways, so you’re the one who’s gotta clean up now.”

“Whatever,” Jessica said with a dismissive wave. “I suppose you’re gonna want to take a shower, too. I’ll go get you a towel, and you can just leave your stuff on the floor there. And of course while you’re doing that I’m gonna share the video, and if anyone reacts to it I’ll let you know what they said.”