Rest Stop, Wet Spot

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A cut transgirl romance comic by Garun

Kat's Conditions

As she lay there doing her own homework for the first time in nearly two months. Kat found it difficult to concentrate. It wasn't that she found it particularly challenging or that she was out of practice. She just couldn't keep her mind from continually replaying how she had finally lost her little homework slave.

Practically from the first day of school, it was obvious how obsessed Billy was with her. And it didn't take long after that for him to reveal how scared he was of her, too. Kat knew it would be easy to get him wrapped around her little finger, but after having him carry her books and give her extra lunch money for a few weeks, she started to get curious about just how far she could take it.

In situations where it really mattered, Kat always did her homework. So after a weekend spent pawing through old records and making phone calls, she arrived at school on Monday knowing that she'd find Billy smiling sheepishly at her from his locker, and knowing also that she was going to wipe that smile right off his face.

Billy must have thought it was his lucky day when Kat strode right past everyone else to wish him good morning. She could practically see his heart beating out of his chest when she leaned against the locker beside his, slipped her book bag off her shoulder, and announced, "I've got a little surprise for you."

Kat bit her lip excitedly when she handed over the folder and watched all the color drain out of Billy's face upon his recognizing that it contained excerpts of his medical and disciplinary history.

"Wha... where did you get this?" Billy asked. The desperation in his voice was so satisfying that Kat began thinking she might need to skip first period to spend some quality time in the bathroom.

"I have my ways," she said with a wink. "Anyway, there's some really interesting stuff in there. I always wondered why I'd never seen you before. I figured maybe you transferred here, and maybe you had some problems at your old school. But I never would have guessed you'd gotten kicked out for spying on the girls' locker rooms."

While Billy gestured for her to keep her voice down, Kat shook her head and clacked her tongue disapprovingly. "Billy, that was a big risk for a pussy like you. Oh, and speaking of being a pussy..."

Kat lifted the folder back out of Billy's hands and leafed through it's contents before pointing to a medical chart. "It says here that you were a bedwetter until you were, what? Twelve years old? I guess they think it had something to do with anxiety? Hmm..."

She paused to look Billy up and down before continuing. "You still look pretty anxious. Does it still happen sometimes, Billy boy? I'll bet it does. And I'll bet it was never just while you were asleep. You must have been scared stiff when they caught you peeking at those girls. Did you piss your pants, then? Is that why they just kicked your ass out instead of having you arrested?"

"Please, you can't tell anybody," Billy softly pleaded.

"Why not? Don't you think the girls in this school deserve to know that they have a pervert in their midst? Maybe I should tell them that they need to be on guard against some pathetic freak trying to look or their skirts or whatever. Oh, and god forbid one of them actually takes pity on you enough to date you. If you wormed your way into someone's bed, don't they have a right to know that you might end up peeing in it?"

Kat closed the folder on Billy's records and shoved it back into her bag, then leaned closer to the boy who was now visibly trembling in front of her.

"What if it had been me?" she whispered with a tone of mock-flirtation that muddled the cruelty of her words. "Would you try to fuck me even if it meant you might wake up in a puddle next to me later on? Or would the thought be so scary to you that you'd end up wetting your pants before we even did anything?"

Kat leaned back slightly to absorb his wide-eyed expression, and continued: "Well, if you weren't that scared before, you would be after. Because let me tell you something: If you ever pissed on my mattress, not only would I make you buy me a new one..."

She leaned forward again, this time turning her head to whisper into his other ear: "I'd beat your ass so bad that you wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a week."

No sooner had she finished delivering that line than Kat heard a soft hissing noise. She and Billy looked down simultaneously to watch the dark, wet stain forming on the front of Billy's pants. This was the answer Kat had been waiting for to the question of how far she could take her manipulation of her pathetic hanger-on.

Billy quickly turned to his locker and buried his face inside it, in an effort to hide his accident from the other students who were still filing out of the hallways and into their first period classrooms. But even as he did so, he couldn't stop what he had started, and the spreading stain slowly became visible in the back, while a puddle began forming at his feet and sent rivulets of pee toward where people were walking in the center of the hall.

Kat and Billy could both hear some of them giggling and muttering in disbelief amongst themselves, and knowing that she was the cause of their amusement, Kat felt a different kind of wetness forming in her own crotch.

At that, she decided that she would definitely need to sequester herself in a restroom before first period started. But first, she would need to finish what she started. As the egress of students slowed to a trickle, Kat laid a hand on Billy's shoulder and physically turned him to face her again.

"Here's the deal, kid. I can't promise that word won't get around about this morning's little incident. But all this stuff about your checked past -- that can remain our secret, on a few conditions."

Kat went on to explain that from now on, Billy would still be doing whatever she asked him to, except it would no longer be about earning her attention or approval. Now it would be an act of self-preservation.

At the sound of the bell, the pair abruptly went their separate ways before all the conditions of Kat's secrecy had been laid out. They each spent first period hiding in a restroom, one in shame and the other in ecstasy. After that, Kat didn't know where Billy went. She assumed he'd found a way to sneak out of school altogether, though there was also the possibility that he presented himself at the nurse's office to call for his step-mother to bring him a change of pants.

Kat met up with Billy on another day, openly carrying the folder with his records in it, for dramatic effect. Along with it, she held the homework she had been assigned that day. Upon greeting Billy, she handed him latter, then tapped on the folder.

"You know," she said, "this file has at least one point in your favor. Even though it proves you're a pervert and a bedwetter, it’s also got your academic records and it shows you’re kind of a smart kid. Almost as smart as me. That's why I'm trusting you to do all my homework from now on. But you better do a good job, because I expect 'A's. Anything less and there might be a reason to give you that ass-beating after all."

Billy swallowed hard, making no effort to mask his fear, and Kat’s eyes were instinctively drawn to his crotch to see if maybe she’d already made him wet himself anymore. But he was dry then, and managed to stay that way for as long as he kept up his performance on Kat’s homework. But three weeks later, the first ‘B’ made its way back to her, and Kat instantly sprang into action.

“Hey!” she shouted from down the hall at the end of the day, drawing practically everyone’s attention to her, then causing them to follow her eye line to where Billy stood before his locker. Upon seeing her walking angrily toward him, waving the B-grade assignment over her head, Billy began frantically tossing items into his backpack, then shut the locker and began speed-walking in the opposite direction.

He stumbled and struggled to navigate through the crowd of students, and Kat had no trouble catching up to him. Her hand found its way under his arm and forced him to turn halfway back in his direction as he struggled to escape. Thus off-balance, Billy was hopeless to regain his footing when Kat lunged forward and shoved him, while she shouted, “What the fuck did I tell you, huh?”

Billy fell on his ass, his arms akimbo, barely preventing him from sprawling out on his back. The crowd of students parted behind him, and a gaggle of curious girls encircled him to watch how he responded to Kat’s assault. They all fell into rapturous fits of giggling upon noticing the puddle that was forming on the linoleum between his upraised knees. His legs were spread wide enough to put his crotch on full display, bearing a perfect circle of wetness which glistened from the ongoing stream of urine.

Kat towered over Billy, straddling his feet and waving her homework at him. “I’m an ‘A’ student, bitch boy! ‘B’s are not acceptable.” She then crouched down closer to his level and placed a hand on his knee to steady herself before adding much more candidly, “As far as anyone here is concerned, we can pretend this was a one-time thing. So you better get your performance back up, because I can still tell people that you piss your pants all the time, like when you get caught spying on girls.”

Billy silently nodded and released a quavering sigh while his bladder finished emptying into his pants. As soon as Kat lifted her hand from his knee and began standing up, he snatched his backpack off the floor and ran for the nearest exit, keeping his head down to avoid the amused and pitying stares that were waiting for him every few feet.

Billy’s accident had barely cycled out of the school’s gossip before he earned Kat another ‘B’ and thus earned himself another frightening confrontation that led to walking home with a giant stain on his clothes. Fortunately for him, that one took place in a more private setting; but unfortunately, each successive confrontation seemed to provoke a more intense reaction than the last, with a more immediate and complete loss of bladder control. In fact, he soon found that his control was weakening overall, and he struggled to make it through some days dry even when Kat was more or less leaving him alone.

Kat didn’t take long to catch onto that fact, but didn’t see much reason to exploit it until after Billy had earned her more than half a dozen ‘B’s. That was when she resolved to put him in a worse predicament, and that was how she ultimately lost her homework slave.

It was in Miss Weis’s chemistry class that she claimed the seat directly behind Billy. Just being aware of Kat’s presence behind him had caused him to squirm. She allowed him to sit with the sense of anticipation for about ten minutes before she started in on him, leaning forward to whisper in his ear whenever the teacher turned her back to the class. Not that Ms. Weis would have necessarily interfered. The young teacher was new to their school but had already developed a bit of a reputation for doting on the girls and tormenting the boys.

“Hey Billy,” Kat said, causing him to turn his head very slightly, but deliberately avoid looking directly at her. “You’re not doing as well as I thought you would on my homework. There’s so much at stake for you, I thought you’d put in more effort.”

“I’m trying!” Billy shot back. “It’s a lot.”

The two resumed listening to the chemistry lecture for a few minutes, then Kat resumed: “Don’t worry about it. I think I’m just going to go ahead and share what I know about you. Get it over with.”

“Please…” Billy whispered. His hands gripped the sides of his desk as hard as they could, and he clamped and rubbed his thighs together, drawing the attention of the girls seated on either side of him.

“I guess it’s just a question of how I’m going to do it,” Kat continued. “Of course, I could just post it online. But that sounds kind of boring. I’ll bet I could pull some strings and get permission to make a special announcement over the P.A., then just read out some of the juiciest tidbits from your file.”

“Billy let go of the desk with one hand and clamped it over the head of his penis with nearly as much strength. He squeezed his eyes shut to concentrate on holding it, and when he re-opened them he tried to make eye contact with Ms. Weis, and considered asking her for permission to run to the restroom. But Billy couldn’t muster the courage to so much as raise his hand. He knew that doing so would only draw more attention to himself, and he knew that there was a very good chance the notoriously bitchy teacher wouldn’t let him go anyway.

Billy tried to drown out Kat’s voice with his own thoughts, reminding himself of how ridiculous and how unnecessary his situation was. Two months earlier, he never would have found himself getting this desperate this quickly. He’d actually started to believe that he’d gotten over the worst of his problem before Kat came along and undid all his progress. Now, it seemed like things were worse than ever.

That notion was quickly confirmed when Billy gave out an involuntary grunt followed by a heavy sigh and felt the warmth of yet another accident pooling in his lap and soaking his hand. Though he knew it was futile, he continued trying to regain control until the slow, steady stream finished pooling in his seat and began to trickle loudly on the floor. That sound proceeded to mingle with the sound of other students murmuring and laughing. Of course none of them laughed with as much delight as Kat.

Ms. Weis, too, was clearly amused, though she made a point of affecting a disgusted response after she’d ascertained the source of the disruption.

“Billy!” she scolded. “Have you just wet your pants in my classroom? I know you’ve been having issues lately, but this is something else entirely. You didn’t even try to make it to the restroom!”

While Billy hung his head and waited for the trickling to subside, Ms. Weis walked to the wall phone and picked it up before declaring, “Something needs to be done about this. I’m going to call down to the office and tell them to inform the nurse, and then get in touch with someone at home. You obviously can't just go through the rest of the day in your pee-soaked pants.”

While Ms. Weis waited to connect with the office, she asked if anyone would be willing to walk to flag down the custodian for a mop and bucket. Kat eagerly volunteered, and upon standing she used the opportunity to pull out her phone and snap a couple of pictures before she left the room.

As Kat was on her way back to the room, Ms. Weis passed by her, physically leading Billy by the hand in the direction of the nurse’s office. The teacher thanked her and asked her to keep an eye on the classroom until she got back. Kat smiled at the sight of her humiliated victim being dragged around like a child. Obviously, Ms. Weis could have sent him down on his own, but knowing her, she just wanted Billy to feel more embarrassed when she dropped him off in the nurse’s office.

That was where Billy sat, waiting in shame for his step-mother to pick him up at the end of what would turn out to be his last day at the school. At Kat reflected on it later in lieu of doing her own homework, she knew that Billy’s exit would be the stuff of legend for years to come.

Some people swore that they could hear his step-mother’s voice all the way on the other side of the school. The ordinarily boisterous after-school hallways fell almost completely silent as she tore into him.

“Seriously?! What is this, the eighth time since school started?! And that’s only counting the times you’ve pissed your pants at school! I thought maybe – maybe – you’d at least learned to control yourself in front of your classmates, but I guess not! I guess you’re just going to keep pissing your pants any time, any place, in front of anyone! Well if you still refuse to use the fucking toilet like a big boy, I don’t think you’re ready to go to school with the other kids. So I’ve got news for you: I’m pulling you out. We’re not going to try another one this time; you’re just going to have to be homeschooled and that’s all there is to it. It’s the only way we can make potty training part of the curriculum.”

Kat and a few other girls listened in on the entire lecture by following behind Billy and his step-mother as they made their way from the nurse’s office to the exit an out into the parking lot. Some of them struggled to keep up when they doubled over in laughter upon seeing that Billy was wincing and crying while being dragged along by the ear.

“If you think I’m going to keep doing your laundry while I wait for you to stop pissing your pants every day,” his step-mother continued after barreling through the door and into the parking lot, “you’ve got another thing coming. I already have the diapers with me. You’re going in one right fucking now, and you don’t even get to try wearing underwear again until you’ve been bone dry for an entire month! Do you hear me? One month, not even a fucking dribble. And if I find you trying to hide your accidents from me again, we can make it a year.”

As cat and her friends watched Billy’s mommy stand him behind her car and open up its hatchback, they were overjoyed to see that she hadn’t been exaggerating when she said “right fucking now.” She proceeded to pull down his pants and underwear in plain view of the assembled crowd, instruct him to step out of them, then lay him down in the back of the car for an open-air diapering.

Some of the girls were forced to run off before the show was finished, because all the laughter had actually caused them to start wetting themselves too. Others began unconsciously running their hands over their skin, being more turned on by Billy’s utter humiliation than they ever thought possible. Kat felt as aroused as any of them, except she was not surprised by it. She stood there biting her lip and lightly rubbing her legs together until the woman drove off with Billy tucked away in the backseat, sobbing into his hands while wearing only a diaper.

Kat managed to restrain herself in the moment, but when she tried doing homework and instead began replaying the scene in her mind, she no longer could. As she rubbed herself to orgasm, she reflected on how much she was going to miss her little homework slave. At the same time, she was confident that she would get a new one very soon. In fact, now that she was having “private lessons” with the new chemistry teacher, she knew that would be easier than ever.

Ms. Weis had promised she could teach Kat how to make knockoff Fountainol. If that was true, she wouldn’t even need to find out which of the other boys were bedwetters ripe for blackmail. She would be able to make any of them piss themselves, anytime she wanted. It was just a matter of setting it up to make them believe they could actually keep it secret – for a while, anyway.

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