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I've got D&D Wednesday nights.
A couple friends and I gather to spend 3-4 hours rolling dice at the DM's apartment. We had a bit of a shorter session because my DM was tired after work, and I was so hyped during the session I just... forgot to go to the bathroom! We were saying our goodbyes and I realized I kinda had to pee but I didn't want to disturb her so I didn't ask to use her restroom. HUGE mistake.
I guess I'd been holding lots longer than I thought, or drank more than I thought, because the whole 30 minute drive to my place I got steadily more urgent. Do I stop somewhere??? It's kinda dangerous at gas stations at night so I didn't want to... and I really thought I could make it. I've done much more extreme holds, after all.
About 10 minutes till I arrived I was absolutely bursting. I was holding myself with one hand and at every stoplight I shifted and bounced up and down in my seat, wondering if I could open the door and unbuckle and let some out in the time it took the light to change. I was SERIOUSLY considering it, the pressure on my bladder was unreal.
My apartment's parking lot is too small and oftentimes if I get home late I have to park on the street about a block away. At this point, I really had 3 options: 1. drive straight up to the parking lot, miraculously get a spot, and barely make it. 2. Park a block away, walk back, and inevitably wet myself. 3. Park a block away and drop my drawers in public to piss right on the sidewalk.
I parked a block away.
I got out of the car and man I needed to GO. My bladder was aching. I had to pee. Now.
I quickly got of my car and limped over to the passenger side for as much shielding as possible.I opened the door to the backseat so my front was covered.. but my backside was wide open to a signalized intersection just a hundred or so feet away.
I released and pissed HARD. Just an absolute torrent burst out of me. I could feel it splashing up on my shoes, which was honestly surprising because I spread my feet far enough apart and they were a curb's height above where I was pissing. I couldn't think about anyone seeing me from behind. It didn't matter. I could not stop it anyway and it genuinely was an emergency!!
After about 30 seconds of the pure bliss of power pissing, I yanked up my leggings and gathered my stuff. As I crossed the street I looked at my puddle for the first time... flowing in the curb and gutter down to the intersection. I smirked to myself, loving the rush of shame.

Hello, 
meanwhile I am into holding and wetting on purpose. But before that I had a wetting accident. It was the first and only real accident and very embarrassing for me in the beginning and it kept me busy thinking about it. But then somehow it felt naughty to do it and I recognized there are lots of people that enjoy such wettings and do it on purpose. I did a lot of holds in the last 12 month since I started holding and wetting and lately finally registered here and posted about my first holding/wetting that took place outside. 
As some of you asked about my first incident, I will let you know what happened:
I (27 years back then, now 28) was with a friend (female, 26 back then) at the spa. In the afternoon we drove back. The drive normally is about 2 hours by car. My friend was driving and I was in the passenger seat. Since I was very tired I slept on the passengers seat. When I woke up, my bladder was pretty full and I really needed to pee. We still had about 50 kilometers to go, but I thought I could endure for the last 30 minutes. A few kilometers before my destination, we unfortunately and unexpectedly got stuck in a traffic jam on the city motorway. Probably due to the rush hour traffic and an accident. The cars moved very slowly and I knew there was no parking lot or gas station on the last kilometers to my apartment. In the end we needed what felt like three quarters of an hour longer. I needed to go to the toilet more and more urgently and was more and more desperate. When we finally got off the city motorway, the traffic was moving again and I was hoping to make it the last 2-5 minutes. I was keeping my legs pressed together all the time to hold. While sitting I was able to keep control. My friend then let me get out and I rushed into the apartment building (did not really run, but walked as fast as I could in that state). On the stairs I felt a short splash into my slip. Then in the hallway in front of my apartment door I couldn't hold it anymore and it ran completely into my slip and jeans. I stopped to prevent the worst, but I couldn't stop it at all. By the time I regained control (maybe after 5-10 seconds) I had a very wet spot up to my knees on the front and the back - and some trails even down nearly to my ankles. I was so shocked and really embarrassed. Luckily no one saw me.

When I was a kid, the girls who raved at Beatles concerts didn't bother with diapers. They just peed in their pants. As one reviewer wrote: "There wasn't a dry seat in the house." But I hope someone tells Taylor about all this. If she is doing a three-hour set, she might need some too.

This sounded very interesting so I decided to dig around a bit to see if I could find some more details.
@Jimmy Olsen was right, The Porcelain God does contain an excerpt about this event, which I attached below:

Not bad, but pretty vague and lacking in detail, so I decided to dig into the sources listed at the end of the book, and that's where I really struck gold.
In a book titled Princesse of Versailles: The Life of Marie Adelaide of Savoy by Charles Elliott, I found the following accounting of the event, this time in much better detail:

Now that's more like it! Now we know the woman involved was the Duchess of Chevreuse, traveling from Versailles to Fontainebleau, and her host was none other than King Louis XIV himself! No wonder she didn't dare to excuse herself, and merely opted to suffer in silence while trying to mask her absolute desperation.
After Googling around a bit more, I also found a few more excerpts regarding the event from a couple other books, although there's no additional information in them and pretty much says the same as the above in different words. I'll list them below anyway:
The Sun King by Nancy Mitford

 
Athenais: The Life of Louis XIV's Mistress, the Real Queen of France by Lisa Hilton

 
That's the extent of my findings, hopefully that satisfies your curiosity @Raziel. As someone who's always fantasized about prim and proper ladies desperate to pee in historical settings, you have my thanks for bringing this delightful real life incident to my attention. The image of this poor young Duchess trying to contain herself in the presence of a king while her bladder is absolutely bursting at the seams is just so hot. And the fact that she managed to hold out for six whole hours is beyond impressive —- she must've been blessed with quite the iron bladder. Even so, she barely made it in the end, and what an ending that was, so desperate upon arrival that she couldn't even make it to her room, instead having to rush into the nearby chapel so she could pee into the holy water font! I can only imagine how thunderous her stream must've been as six long hours worth of pee finally erupted out of her with great force, and the utter relief she must've felt in that moment. She sure deserved it after suffering through such an ordeal.

She wishes she could’ve peed more but she was nervous hehe. more to come! 
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A short while ago, I had decided to to press my luck. I personally wasn't comfortable using the bathroom at work due to a coworker, so I decided to hold it during the duration of my shift.
(To give a bit of context. I work at a nursing home and I was wearing scrubs. Pink scrubs to be exact.)
The day was busy, and time went by. I drank a large amount of water to stay hydrated. It was a 9hour shift and I was really ready to burst. The co-worker was hanging around the bathrooms. I would rather to piss myself then having to deal with certain things.
I made if to my vehicle which was parked in a parkade. No one around for a good 400meters, roughly. I felt a cramping sensation, so I squatted and peed my pants. It was oddly arousing as I had an orgasmic explosion as the intensity of the pressure almost made me black out. I let out a moaning gasp as I fondled myself. When I was done I was still safe but pressing my luck, I put my hand down my pants and came one more time. At that point I could hear people, so I jumped into my vehicle and drove home.

When the piss goes all the way down into the shoes and the actress tells the viewer about it. Not only that, but hearing the soaked shoes squelch while the actress walks or moves around is always a nice addition for me. Barefoot wetting videos don't intrigue me at all.

For me, I love narration. It is hard for me to watch a video where the actress is quiet and says nothing. While her bouncing can still be a turn on, if she is too quiet, I’ll probably just leave the video to be honest. I really like hearing her tell the audience about how badly she needs to go and let us feel her urgent need for relief.
Outside of talking, I also love when she pees some where unusual, somewhere you wouldn’t normally think to pee. Like behind a large rock or over the railing of a bridge or inside a drawer of some kind.
Also, I know I’m weird, but I mostly love when women pee standing up or even in the urinal. I just think it is super hot!
These are just my personal turn one.

When they talk about the situation, "I need to pee so bad," "I just leaked," "I really need to go," that stuff.
Towels are great too, they imply that the wetting is being done on purpose even if they're pretending it's an accident.
I really like omo videos where they can't make a mess so they shove things between their legs and pee as much as they can for relief, but have to stop when the object can't hold anymore. Like a towel bundled in their crotch, peeing into it, then having to stop because the towel is too wet to hold anymore. Even better if they keep going anyways or discard it and grab another object to keep going. I don't care for cups or vases, I mean clothing or towels.

Just like many others, I also love crotch holding, squirming (as well as bobbing up and down), and hearing some genuine sexy moans of relief when the pee is released, while seeing a big wet spot start to form on their clothes. I personally find skintight Jeans the sexiest. I addition, I'm someone who personally prefers if their is some sort of scenario/story line/roleplaying element. While having a girl just stand in front of the camera, squirm, and then wet herself is nice, I find that adding some story to it adds some unique level of erotic-ness to it. For example, a desperate real estate agent asks to use your bathroom but it's broken, or your on a road trip with your sister's hot friends who need to pee, but then get stuck in traffic. Plus, getting to see them wearing different clothes such as a business skirt and stocking's makes it better. If done correctly (making it look realistic/genuine as if this scenario could happen to you) , it's amazing, however the main issue is that some of the omo models aren't very good actors, or exaggerate the desperation/moaning too much.

When it's clear that the girl is genuinely enjoying the challenge and the wetting, that can be pretty hot.

When it's clear that the girl is genuinely enjoying the challenge and the wetting, that can be pretty hot.

When it's clear that the girl is genuinely enjoying the challenge and the wetting, that can be pretty hot.

This is an interesting thread for me. I'm from the UK, where basically nobody owns guns, most police don't even regularly carry them and they're not a part of daily life at all. So conversations about "I'd love to have X gun" are like a foreign language to me. It's a huge cultural difference.

“Lisa!” Bella called out from down the hall between classes. 
“We have to go home. Please drive me home,” She begged more subtly. 
“What? No. Why? What’s wrong?” Lisa asked in rapid succession. 
“I have to go to the bathroom so bad,” Bella replied, much softer in volume, but still just as urgent and purposeful. 
“That’s it?” Lisa chuckled. “I was worried it was something important or really bad. I already know you have to pee. You bailed on me when I was going, remember?”
”Lisa, you don’t understand,” Bella struggled to try and explain. “I have to pee so, SO badly. Please, I literally just have to go home. I can’t even think I have to pee so bad.”
”Bel. I know they were skimpy with bathroom passes this semester. I mean, look at me,” Lisa rebutted. “But you should really use one of yours. You look so uncomfortable. 
Bella sighed. “I don’t have any.”
“I know,” Lisa confirmed. “You said you didn’t have any today. But Bel, you’re squirming around, can’t stay still. Maybe use one from another day this week now, and then we can figure out a plan for that day?”
”Lisa,” Bella tried one last time. “I don’t have ANY bathroom passes. Not today, not this week… I have zero bathroom passes for the semester.”
”What? No, they wouldn’t do that,” Lisa again said in disbelief. 
“They did, I don’t. Now please? Can you drive me home so I don’t have to wet myself?”
”Oh Bella,” Lisa offered, finally grasping the severity of her roommate’s predicament. “I’m so sorry. I can’t though. My hardest class is the last class of the day. I can’t miss any of it.”
”Look,” Lisa continued, trying to find the bright side to support Bella. “You have gym for your last class. It’ll probably be something easy and you’ll be able to move around without drawing attention and you’ll be able to get your mind off yourself. I promise I will drive us back the absolute second class is over and get you home. You just have to hold it for what? Maybe another hour. Bella I believe in you.”
”Lisa…” Bella tried as the bell rang. 
“I’m so sorry Bella. You can do this,” Lisa said, walking away towards class. 
Bella was left without a choice. Off to gym class she went, dreaming of going home so she could finally pee. 

When it's clear that the girl is genuinely enjoying the challenge and the wetting, that can be pretty hot.

Moans, talking, but not a fake ones where model is simply acting, it's important that it comes out genuinely. Other than that - I like extreme desperation when a model is really trying to hold it for everything, to the point of shaking and sweating.

I just woke up from a nap having to go baddddd but I’m naughty so I went outside and let it flow out of me slowly… it felt so bad peeing in my dress.
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This is an interesting thread for me. I'm from the UK, where basically nobody owns guns, most police don't even regularly carry them and they're not a part of daily life at all. So conversations about "I'd love to have X gun" are like a foreign language to me. It's a huge cultural difference.

This is an interesting thread for me. I'm from the UK, where basically nobody owns guns, most police don't even regularly carry them and they're not a part of daily life at all. So conversations about "I'd love to have X gun" are like a foreign language to me. It's a huge cultural difference.

This is an interesting thread for me. I'm from the UK, where basically nobody owns guns, most police don't even regularly carry them and they're not a part of daily life at all. So conversations about "I'd love to have X gun" are like a foreign language to me. It's a huge cultural difference.

This is going to be a rather short one compared to my usual experiences but I just HAD to share this!
 
Tonight, my wife and  I went to see one my favorite bands live for my birthday. My wife and go to shows regularly so this is. I thing new. We Uber’d to the venue  as we both wanted to drink. I decided to just wear some black ripped skinny jeans and she wore a skirt with fishnets. Both of us wore our usual chuck taylors also.
We arrived shortly after the doors opened and immediately headed to the bar. A shot of fire ball whisky and 1 16oz beer for each of us. Well, before we knew it we were both on round 3 for beers and whisky. My wife hides her buzz well but I was definitely feeling it, and so was my bladder. I suggested we finish our round then head to the bathrooms. She agreed.
The first two acts flew by before we knew it. At this point, I was working on my 6th beer and she had switched to Red Bull and vodka. I knew the caffeine would hit her fast but I think the beer hit me even faster. We made one last stop at the bathroom before the main event came out.
They finally hit the stage and I already had to pee again. I decided I was going to wait as long as I could because I didn’t want to miss a minute of their act. The beers were hitting hard and after half of their set, I felt like I was gonna burst. It was getting super hard to stand still and when I did, I felt like the beer trying to escape. I grabbed my wife and told her but she wanted to wait until the end of the song. Okay cool I’ll be fine.
Or so I thought anyways. The song finally ended but I was squirming so much. I felt like I was going to pop. I told my wife I HAD to go now or it wasn’t going to be pretty. She agreed and said she had been fighting it for a good 10 minutes. We made our way thru the crowd as fast as we could. We finally get to the bathroom and bam, a line.
I knew I couldn’t wait much longer and pleaded with the lady in front of me. She hesitated but eventually agreed when she noticed I couldn’t stop squirming. There was only two more people in front of me now but neither would swap me. I was doomed. I was holding back with every once of strength I could muster. Finally, two stalls opened. I was next and my bladder knew it. I could feel the leaks coming but I kept squirming and fighting. I decided to undo my belt and pants while I waited to save time.
Finally! A stall opened and I sprinted in. Thanks to being prepared, everything came off with ease and I was feeling the joys of relief within seconds. Now let me tell you, that was the closest I think I’ve been to having in accident in almost a year. I must’ve peed for a good two minutes before I finally stopped. 
My poor wife thought, when I came out of the stall she was still waiting and by the look on her face, she was about to pop too. But fortunately, she was next line. I joined her in line to motivate her to keep holding and encourage her. She told me that she had a small leak as I ran in. A stall finally opened for her and she also sprinted in. I washed my hands up and waited for her outside.
She finally emerged looking much happier and very relieved. The rest of the show was amazing and we didn’t have anymore close calls. Once we got outside though, she told me that couldn’t get her panties out of the way in time and they had caught a few big leaks but nothing visible on her skirt or even the floor. 

I had almost this exact same thing happen to me as a teen!! I had drank two water bottles that morning by the time we even started skiing. Of course, it wasn’t long before I was uncomfortable and needed to go. Going in the ski resort was not happening (I’d lose like an hour of ski time) and I didn’t want to wet myself at the ski hill because I didn’t know if I would look weird if I kept my snowsuit on, so I just tried to hold it. By the time we were done for the day, it took everything from me to not dance like an idiot, and instead I remember bouncing in line waiting to board the bus. It was over an hour drive back to school, but I was hoping sitting down would help.
It did, but by the time we finally made it back, I was absolutely bursting. We all stood up to try to leave, but the line moved sooooo slowly. A spurt went into my pants that I barely got back under control, and I knew I wasn’t going to make it to go back to the classroom, drop my stuff off, get all undressed, and then walk to the bathroom - and besides, there i could already feel a huge wet spot on myself, so the snowpants we’re staying on.
when I got off the bus, I just let myself give up holding and let it all go while standing by the grass. So close, yet sooo far! Thankfully nobody questioned me for spending the last hour of the day with my snowpants on, but if they did I could’ve said I wanted to keep them on for my walk home.
Once I got home, I started the laundry and got my boots ready for a wash cycle too, and had a shower. I don’t think anybody ever found out. Phew!

Here's a little tale of desperation I wrote up for @WiiGuy86 that I thought deserved to be shared with you all... 
I used to work on a pick-your-own fruits and veggies farm - not in the actual fields, but manning the little farm stand. When people came in, I would check their wrist bands and hand them plastic buckets (like this: https://products.blains.com/600/14/140431.jpg) to put their harvest in. My little building contained nothing by a cash register, piles of those buckets and a sink to wash the dirt off your hands. There was a main building where guests could buy souvenirs and snacks, plus the only bathroom on the farm, separated from me by about a 2 minute walk. 
It's important to note here that my boss was kind of a jerk. Nothing made him angrier than people sneaking onto the farm without paying the entrance fee, so I was not allowed to leave the desk unmanned under any circumstances. I ate lunch at the counter and unless there was someone else free to cover for me, I was basically stuck there all day. Because of this, I was usually quite careful to make sure I peed right before my shift began and controlled my water consumption pretty carefully. 
One day, though, it all went wrong. It was a scorching 85 degrees and all I had to cool me down were a few dusty fans and staying hydrated. I kept filling and refilling my Nalgene from the sink - it felt like I was sweating every bottle right back out. Of course, that's not quite how human physiology works, and halfway through my shift a slight need to pee began to arise. I radioed over to the main stand to see if anyone could cover for me, but nobody was free. Having pretty good faith in my bladder control, I figured I could get through the last 3 hours or so as long as I slowed down on the water. It would be unpleasant for sure, but I could make it, and I'd just dash right over to the main building as soon as I was done. 
Spoiler alert: it was not fine. My bladder kept filling and filling as all those past bottles dripped their way through my kidneys. I was thankful that I sat on a stool behind a high desk - like your girlfriend says, it's definitely easier to hold while sitting, plus no one could see me flexing my thighs and squirming around. As the last hour approached, I did give in and popped the button on my denim shorts to give my bladder some much-needed room to expand. The minutes ticked by, but I would be okay. I could make it. With about half an hour to go, though, I got a terrible call from my boss: we were having an event the next day and he needed me to stay late and clean up the farm stand so it would be "presentable". I grumbled internally, but that was fine - I could still go use the bathroom after we closed and then come back to clean.
Finally, finally my shift ended and I gingerly peeled myself off the stool. Tugging my t-shirt down to cover my unbuttoned shorts and (at that point quite obvious) bladder bulge, I locked the door behind me and set off towards the main building. As soon as I stood up, I realized just how desperate I was. I badly needed to piss and I needed to piss soon. I waddled as fast as I could, up the dirt road and up the steps to the main building, only to be met by the worst sign I'd ever seen taped to the door: SORRY, CLOSING EARLY TODAY!  No one had told me, and there was no explanation offered. I jiggled the handle and knocked loudly on the door, hoping that they too had just shut down for a deep clean and there were still employees inside. Alas, I was met with no response. 
At this point, things were getting bad. I don't get truly desperate often, but it was building and building by the minute. After confirming that I was truly alone, I allowed myself a quick, blessed moment of relief by shoving my hands between my legs and giving myself a tight squeeze. Not knowing what else to do, I set off back towards my building, cursing my boss and the whole stupid farm under my breath. Safely back inside and assuredly away from prying eyes, I devolved into an archetype of desperation. I was bouncing from foot to foot, clutching myself and letting out (frankly embarrassing) whimpers. I ran through my options, of which there were not many. I didn't have the keys to the main building, so that bathroom was truly inaccessible. I lived too far away to consider driving home and coming back, plus my boss would lose his mind if he stopped by and I wasn't there. We had no porta potties or other facilities. I briefly eyed the sink, but it was too high for me to jump up on and I was certain that if I tried to clamber up in this state, I would end up leaking at a minimum, if not worse. It seemed like my best choice was to find a place to squat outside. 
Now, another important piece of information is that our land shared a border with a neighbor's residential house, and that border was directly next to the back side of my building. Furthermore, there were no hedges and not much tree cover to make the separation; the "border" was just a chickenwire fence and a few scattered trees. None of the trees were thick enough for me to hide behind, and there weren't even any bushes, but I was frankly too far gone to care about dignity. I shuffled around back, feeling like I quite literally did not even have a minute to spare; I could feel the piss begging to burst out of me, pulsing down again my tightly clenched urethra. I made it behind the building, hands already eagerly tugging at the waistband of my shorts, but just as I was about to squat down, I glanced up and... made direct eye contact with my neighbor, who had apparently picked the world's worst time to hang out in his back yard. With a yelp, I stood back up and ran back inside. Practically in tears, I frantically considered last resorts. Peeing anywhere else outside was too risky as my boss was definitely still on the premises and could show up at any minute to check on my cleaning progress. I was absolutely certain that if I didn't do something in the next 30 seconds, I was going to be pissing myself for the first time in my adult life. 
There was only one option left: the buckets. You might be thinking this would have been the obvious solution all along, but you see, I am something of a germaphobe and take food safety really seriously. Even with the knowledge I could wash and sanitize it, the thought of urinating in a container that customers used to carry food had been simply unjustifiable. All of the adjectives in the world could not reflect just how desperate I was than the fact that I was now truly considering it - no, not considering it, deciding on it. 
With a groan, I locked the door, grabbed the first bucket I could reach, fled behind the counter and flung it onto the floor. With my legs shaking like crazy, I frantically clawed my shorts and panties down to my knees and squatted down. Now, sometimes when I've been holding my bladder for too long, it takes a minute to get going and I just sort of dribble for a bit. This time, that was absolutely not the case. My stream began as soon as I lowered myself down and it was strong. That little building was quickly filled with an obscene array of sounds: the incredibly pronounced hiss of 8 hours worth of urine leaving my bladder at maximum velocity, the loud drum of my heavy stream against the hard plastic bucket, and the rather obscene moans and gasps leaving my mouth fully involuntarily. Within a few seconds, the sound of piss hitting plastic changed to the bubbling noise of liquid meeting liquid as my release covered the bottom of the bucket. 
As I've mentioned before, one of my main turn-ons is not just a desperate, gushing piss but a long one. As I often do when I think something impressive is happening, I pulled out my phone to time this, albeit missing the first several seconds. The relief I was feeling was some of the best I've ever had. I pissed on and on, the thick stream not even beginning to lose power until a good 20 seconds had passed. After that initial torrent, things slowed to a more normal speed and decibel level, but they did not stop. It felt never-ending. Normally, this would be my dream scenario, but once the crazed urgency left the forefront of my brain, the reality of the situation did begin to set in. I was peeing in a bucket at work, in a building with open windows, with the possibility of my boss showing up at any minute. I began to push hard, hoping to draw things to a close before the situation ended in me getting fully and shamefully fired. Finally, things did draw to a close, although it did take several rounds of pulsing my bladder to rid myself of the last few waves of piss. I pressed stop on the timer, shook myself dry and redressed myself. I dumped the bucket in the sink, scrubbed it copious amounts of soap and the hottest water I could stand, and then rinsed it out with bleach to soothe my anxious mind. I finished up the cleaning as quickly as possible, locked up and drove home with my legs still shaking slightly. 
Now, what of the results? Let me tell you - it almost made the stress worth it. I checked the timer when I got to my car: including the pauses between those closing mini-streams but not including the first few seconds I'd missed, the beautiful numbers that appeared on my phone screen read 1 minute and 48 seconds. And in terms of volume... The buckets we used held 8 quarts and were about 8 inches high. At the time, I didn't think much of my output; when dumping it in the sink, I noted that I'd filled the bucket maybe an inch, which didn't seem like all that much. However, writing this up just now inspired me to do some math. If my piss filled about 1/8 of the bucket, that would be about a quart... And one quart is the equivalent of ~946 mL. I'd measured my piss on a few prior occasions, but never when truly desperate - a slightly-more-than-comfortably full bladder usually gets me about 550-600 mL. Never before had I gotten so close to a liter. I almost wish I'd held on just  a little bit longer and gotten all the way there.... I guess I'll have to try again! 

For years and years I've taken long walks every day. I've even talked about them on here before. These are like 5 mile long walks and take about an hour and a half to do and typically I find myself doing them at 3am or some crazy time. 
Which is absolutely perfect in my opinion. Not only can I enjoy some cooler weather, but I can avoid being around other people and if I should, say, have a full bladder, no one is going to notice. 
I'm not the biggest fan of walking around outside in wet clothes, so I don't do full wettings, but my god do I have to pee when I get home. 
My most recent escapade (and honestly the reason I felt like writing this):
I had left the house at a perfectly reasonable 2:30am with a bladder that was already beginning to tell me that I needed to go. I would rate it a 4/10, however I had consumed about 500mL of liquid immediately before leaving to go on the walk so I knew that number would climb rather rapidly. It was easy enough for me to tune out, but by the time I got to the gas station (which is the marker for 1/4th and 3/4ths of the walk route), I knew I was going to be in for a fun time. The pressure in my bladder was building and the desperation to pee was only made worse by the fact I had to wear a belt when I wore this particular set of jeans. If I don't wear the belt, jeans completely slide off and can gap so badly in front that the entire front part of my panties is visible all the way down to my crotch.
I wasn't even a third of the way through the walk and I was already needing to loosen the belt. 
By the time I made it to the midway point of the walk, I was full on desperate. 9/10. No amount of loosening the belt would make this better, but I had a backup plan: a pantyliner I had put on in anticipation of this. 
If there is one thing that I've gotten good at over the years, it's controlling my bladder. Can I piss while walking? Yes. Can I leak on command? For the most part. Can I hold a full bladder for 13 hours? You bet your ass I can. With a bit of time, I can even initiate a bladder spasm that will cause me to wet myself. Great fun, honestly, and took a lot of hard work to get to that point. Some days I feel like a Kegel god. 
So, I let out a small spurt knowing I could hold more. It was enough to get me down to 7/10, but I knew I still had half a walk left and 500mL being processed.
As I walked, I could feel it building again and not 10 minutes later I was feeling the urge to go again. So another voluntary dribble and the decision to let out a small amount every time I passed a bridge. So that was what I did as every ten minutes or so I passed a bridge, but only for about 30 minutes or so. Then I would make the turn to walk back to the gas station and, if I was really desperate and the panty liner wasn't going to be enough, I would go there. 
I was decently full by the time I made it to the gas station, but not enough I wasn't going to make it home. I was, however, that desperate about halfway between the gas station and my house. Full on dancing at the stop light desperate. I let out a small amount, however that only served to irritate my now fuller bladder. Not even a block later, I was feeling the urge to let some more out once again. And again a block after that. 
By this point, I was concerned for the state of the panty liner and rightly so. The last spurt I let out before I turned down the long street that led to my house was a bit more of a spurt and took me longer to get control of. In my concern for the panty liner, I had forgotten about an obstacle which was relatively hidden: a retaining wall that had fallen partially on to the sidewalk. Having forgotten it, I promptly tripped over it and.... 
The panty liner was done for.
I barely managed to regain control, however I could tell I was far wetter than expected. A small stream of pee had made its way out of my underwear and onto my jeans. The panties themselves were, as I later found, completely soaked. 
Bladder now screaming and no backups, I waddled as quickly as I could to my house only to find my roommate had left and gotten midnight tacos without me and locked the door! We have a spare key hidden, but you have to root through the garden to find it. So, bent over, hand in crotch and trying to breathe through some rather strong urges, I started rooting through the area the key was hidden in. I had just managed to find it when my neighbor who goes to work at 4 am came out. Thankfully, we aren't on good terms so he didn't want to talk, but I didn't want him knowing what I was doing so I pretended to be doing some 4 am gardening (I swear this is a normal occurrence, my neighborhood is fucking weird) until he left. And as soon as he did, I grabbed the key and took off to the house, trying my hardest to not whimper as my bladder demanded release.
I made it in and to the nearest bathroom in the house before taking a deep breath and ripping my pants off for sweet sweet relief. 
10/10, would do again.