Winning at J-Soc

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

(Fictional livestream - Two students on a desperation challenge with female wetting)

Hi it’s Dannie here, welcome to my latest stream.  If you’re a first timer a huge welcome, and if you’re back then an even bigger thanks.

I’m going  to be dropping a pee for you soon so keep watching, I know how much you love to see me do that. Message and tell me how you’d like to see it…  On the toilet? Standing in the shower?  Bare-arsed or in my panties?  You get to choose.

Anyway, before then I want to tell you how I won a prize for peeing last week at Uni. Really, I did.  I’m actually pretty desperate right now, I hope I can hang on long enough to tell you without having an accident.  You wouldn’t want that would you…

Anyway, as I was saying –

It’s been Fresher’s week at Uni, where like all the new first years’ get to find their way about and join societies and stuff.  Us second and third years just use it to get pissed mostly.

I’ve been a member of J-Soc for a while now, and there was this newbie event last Saturday.  J-Soc is the Jeopardy Society, it’s a bit of fun really like on those Japanese game shows where people have to, like, do gross stuff and challenges. So we met in the Union bar at lunchtime, and Chris the founder explained the challenge.  There was like eight people there, a few newbies, and a mix of guys and girls.  Basically we had to do a sort of Jailbreak thing but with a twist.

Chris had somewhere got a bunch of orange boiler suits, in like different sizes, and handed them out. Then he explained, we were allowed to go to the toilet and then all had to drink a pint of beer, lager or cider. Our choice.  Then we had to go out, and get as far from the Uni as we dared. Then take a phone selfie to prove the location and time.  We could use any sort of transport but then we had to go to an address he’d given out – where we had to pee in a measuring jug.  That’s where the ‘as far as we dared’ bit came in.

There was something about points for distance travelled, for time before peeing and the amount – but I sort of zoned out as he explained.  Hey, I’m blonde, you know.

So we grabbed the boiler suits and got changed in the toilets.  So first things first, no point starting with a full bladder right?  Best to be running on empty.  I didn’t exactly have to pee, not like the girl in the next stall who had quite the gusher.  But I knew I needed to and I did manage to squeeze out a little delicate tinkle, before wiping and giving myself a little bit of a rub. Sometimes a girl just cant resist, right?   I bet you all would have done the same, or at least offered to help?

Then it was on with the boiler suits.  It must have been a guy that designed them – or maybe they were just shaped for guys – not for us curvy babes.  Mine just about stretched over my ample arse and boobs.  No chance of wearing jeans under them of course, instead I had a very teasing VPL from the same lace panties I’ve got on for you right now.

The final thing was Chris put some sort of tag on, sealing the zipper and explained that it had to be in place when we got back or we’d be disqualified.  So we both downed a pint of lager and then off we went.

I sort of figured that it was an individual competition, but teamwork would be the answer so me and my mate Faye stuck together.  She’s a laugh and has the same outlook as me, especially when it comes to being a complete naughty minx.  The number of times we’ve stumbled out of clubs, pissed in alleyways together, woken up in the morning spooned together in bed, you know how it is…

So we jumped on the first tram that came along and headed into the city.  We sort of figured that getting the train somewhere would get us furthest away the quickest.  Now the thing about Faye is she’s one smart cookie.  We’d both peed, and hopefully could avoid breaking the seal for a good while with the lager.  She said if we travelled until we were sort of properly needing a wee but not desperate, then head back we should absolutely nearly wetting ourselves by the time we got back.

We had a right laugh together, got lots of funny looks ‘cos of the orange prison suits and played it up a bit.  Faye’s definitely bi like me and doesn’t mind showing it.  An hour or so went past and she looked at me…

“Do you need a wee?”  she said, and yes she had a point.  So we jumped off the train at the next station.  We took our selfies, then crossed over to get the train back.  The electronic sign thingy said the train would be like 15 minutes.  We hadn’t thought about that and is there anything worse than standing waiting when you want a wee?

Anyway we waited, took some more selfies – messing about this time, talked about which of us were going to wee the most. I think we’re pretty matched. Sometimes we’ve messed about peeing in the shower together or sat on each other’s laps on the toilet.  Now THAT is fun, but I’m getting off track and I really need to finish telling you ‘cos I’m bursting. Then eventually the train came and we jumped on.  Sitting down on a warm train helped, and we started to wonder if we should have gone a bit further.

Faye must have read my mind – she suddenly said “Fancy a drink?”.

Before I knew it we were both drinking a half liter bottle of water.  She had it figured that it’d only reach our bladders when we got to the flat when we’d be able to have a pee.

By the time the train pulled back into the city I was definitely feeling it.  Normally I’d have maybe gone to the toilet, but of course our zips were tagged so there was no chance.  Standing cross legged in the aisle of the train and then feeling the cold air on the platform was ten times worser too.

Out of the station I knew I was really desperate, I could imagine how good it was going to feel ripping off my panties and just going for it.  But that  would have to wait.   Faye looked at her phone, typing the address into maps and then was like “Fuck, that’s miles away…”

She looked pretty desperate too – I love it when she has that look in her eye.  Anyway she set off walking quickly and me sort of jogging along to keep up.  We headed across the station to the tram platforms.  At least they’re every few minutes.  Still, we must have looked a right pair – neither of us could keep still.  Pee dancing with legs together, both in orange suits.

Finally the tram came, thank God and even more thank God we got to our stop. We jumped off and Faye grabbed her phone to look at the map again.  Now I was like, hands clamped over my kootchie. I didn’t care, as long as it meant I wasn’t going to wet myself.  Faye was crouched down bouncing up and down like a mad woman.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck she said.  Wrong stop. Fuck”

I couldn’t believe it – we’d got off one stop early. Normally we’d laugh at each other, call each other a daft cow and wait for the next tram, but we were both nearly about to piss our pants.

“How far is it?” I asked, and Faye said about half a mile.  Then I spotted those electric scooter things, you know what you can hire and just leave where you want.  So next thing, there we are – two girls in orange suits, legs double crossed and half bent over, zipping down the road.  Every single bump was agony.  God knows how I didn’t piss myself or crash the thing.

Anyway finally we got to the student block and buzzed the door.  Faye was jumping about like a mad woman and I was giving it the full pacing with two hands between my legs again.  It seemed ages and ages waiting for the lift.

Finally though we were on our way up to the fifth floor.  Just then the lift jolted a bit. Faye gasped, horror on her face. She like looked at me, I looked at her and then I sort of followed her as she looked down.

She had both hands pressed against her fanny as hard as she could, but either side of them a dark patch was spreading on the orange fabric, two trails going down her legs.   I wasn’t far behind either. I felt the tiniest dribble leak though my tired muscles.  Somehow we both managed to stop though as the lift doors opened.

We both legged it through the corridors to the flat door, hands squeezing on our crotches, hammering on it like “Let us in for fuck’s sake…”   Chris opened the door and we both nearly flattened him as we rushed in.

“Quick, where’s the jug?” I shouted, as I felt another spurt of wee into my pants.

“There on the table”  replied Chris “But someone’s in the bathroom at the…”

Faye was like “I don’t give a fuck” and I said “I don't care I’ll piss anywhere”

So to cut to the chase – ‘cos I’m absolutely desperate to wee for you right now as well – the two of us ripped open the zips on our suits, pulled them and pants down as quick as we could.

Faye immediately dropped into a squat, almost sitting on her jug letting out a huge gush.  I was still standing as a jet of piss shot over the top of the jug and all over Chris’ sofa.  I got the rest of it in the jug though.  Best piss of my life, well apart from the one I’m about to have maybe.

So, it turns out two other people turned up at the flat already having pissed themselves, three never turned up.  I beat Faye by one point because my jug had more in, but we’re sharing the prize – a week’s free beer in the student union.

 

So, there you have it folks, that was my tale of nearly wetting meself, and here I am bursting again.  Same panties, same desperation.  So hope you liked my tale.  Looks like you did from your comments…

Jojo – Yes, I was very aroused and Steve yes I did do that later. I bet you would have loved to watch wouldn’t you.   Jill says ‘Hottest thing I’ve ever heard’. Aww thanks sweetie.  So looking at your responses,  sorry, but I will see if I can get the orange suit for next time. So it seems like next best is you want to watch me wetting these panties again.  And yes all of you who’ve asked – I will get Faye to join me on next week’s show.

So without further ado, let me take you all into my bathroom…

 

[Kupar 13,341]

Typically innovative and original and wonderfully written ... and fantastically hot! Thank you Goose! (And I *love* the pic!)

[wetwulf 3,324]

What a unique creative idea. Awesome as always!

[thisguy20 937]

Brilliant concept, beautifully written.  Thanks for sharing