Desperate pee through leggings, multiple holds soaking through

I held it through several rounds, each one pushing me closer to the edge. The leggings stayed tight against my skin, dark fabric clinging tighter as the desperation built. By the final hold, I couldn't wait anymore. The pee came hard and fast, soaking straight through the thin material down to my ankles. Long streams that I couldn't stop, couldn't slow down. The wet fabric clung to my legs while I stood there, completely soaked through. This is what happens when you layer the holds, when you keep filling and holding and pushing past the point where control matters. The leggings show everything.