I walk into the kitchen, my bare feet padding softly on the floor. My bright yellow tee clings to my body, and my blue cotton panties hug my curves. I'm feeling relaxed, and the thought of a steaming cup of tea is just what I need to unwind. As I wait for the kettle to boil, I can feel my anticipation growing. Finally, I pour the hot water over the tea bag and take a sip, closing my eyes to savour the rich taste. But as I stand there, the warmth of the tea spreads through my body, and I feel my bladder start to protest. The pressure builds, and I know I should really dash to the bathroom, but I'm too comfortable to move. So, I stand there, my legs slightly parted, and let my body take over. The dam breaks, and a flood gushes out, soaking my panties and creating a prominent wet stain. The liquid pools around my feet, and I feel a thrill of excitement as I continue to sip my tea, the warmth of the liquid contrasting with the coolness of the floor.