Dangers of Saying Yes - Or, How I Learned To Enjoy Being a Slutty Kitty Cheerleader

{Male: Crossdressing, Sci-Fi TF, M2F Cat (Furry), Hypnosis}
{Female: Body Part TF, Hypnosis}
{Contains Sexual Content, Blackmail, Con/Noncon}

I know, I know. Every story like this starts with the main character saying “I shouldn't have said yes.”

But in this case, I really shouldn't have said yes.

I had a normal life. My family wasn't rich, but we were upper middle class. My parents worked hard for their money, taught me and my older sister the value of working like they did, and still treated us well.

My sister and I had everything we wanted during high school, and despite being siblings only two years apart, we were best of friends. Hell, we were close enough that when puberty set in, it was each other that we showed our changing bodies, not a peer. No, this isn't some incest smut story, I just need to explain that my sister and I were close and I had every reason trust her.

Had? Yep, you read that right. Why would such a cute pink kitty have any reason to doubt her loving older sister?

I was her brother. And human.

You have to understand that I trusted her fully, and that even though she had been away at college for those two years until graduated, I thought our relationship was still the same as ever. That when I showed up at her school, a timid little freshman with pasty skin dressed nicely in the car his father's money bought, I expected to be her best friend again.

Instead she had a new circle of friends, hot popular girls like her. Look, just because she's my sister doesn't mean I can't admit she's good looking. But she managed to surround herself in a group of well off, attractive girls that included and welcomed me.

It wasn't until weeks later when my sister pulled me aside. “James, do you have a crush on Carol?”

Carol was definitely something else. She'd been paying extra attention to me lately, and helping me with some classes she took when she started school that I was currently struggling in. I looked up at my sister and meekly nodded. “Yeah Sarah, I mean...yeah…”

She just laughed and patted my shoulder, saying that Carol was interested in me too and wanted to hang out after classes, but was too busy with cheerleading. “If only there was a way to hang out with her anyway, I know she'd love to be with you...and would probably show that appreciation, if you know what I mean.”

“If there was a way to hang out with her, I'd do it.”

“Well…you could join the cheer squad…”

Now, an important fact about our school. It was an older private school. And while it wasn't sexist about these things and the cheer squad was open to both teams, men did not cheer with the women, or even much at all. The implication was clear. Dance and cheer in a skirt, or not get to see in Carol's skirt.

I sigh and gulped. Remember saying I shouldn't have yes? Here it comes…

“Yeah...I'll do it…”

Sarah had everything ready to go, and within moments her friends came in the room - sans Carol. I was stripped naked in a blur - my sister joking that if she could see me naked, so could her hot college friends. And that's when the photos started.

CLICK

“It's just for the memories, you wouldn't want to forget your first cheer practice.” A voice bubbled out of the crowd of girls. Razors flew across my skin, leaving me bare as a baby from my eyelashes down. Those quickly followed, along with most of my eyebrows, and my normal hair.

CLICK

A bald, confused looking twig of a guy, with eyebrows shaped and arched into extra surprise appeared on the phone screen. Next came the corset and the hip pads.

CLICK

A curvy guy, a little red in the face from the lack of air now showed up. Suddenly my chest was cold and wet and massive breasts were placed on there. The girls dogpiled and held me down, making sure I couldn't move them until after they were bonded to my skin.

CLICK

The breasts, the hourglass figure, the lack of body hair, it now kind of looked like a lesbian in the picture. I look surprised, mouth partially open, hands cupping the large breasts - what I would later find out were E cup. But whenever I look back at the pictures, this is the one that makes me wonder if I had a chance. I could argue I was tricked or forced but there I am… with a hint of a smile, and a hint of a boner.

CLICK

The surprise is still set in, my hands trying to lift the globes off my body. Now they've glued a wig to my head and it is getting harder to tell that there's a guy in the photo. I'm a brunette still, but the blonde highlights would look perfect on your typical college aged, latte drinking teen girl.

CLICK

The only male thing left in this picture is the erection the girls are playing with, all except my sister. They've finished up my makeup, and dressed me in the school's cheerleading outfit: purple skirt and stockings, along with a purple top tucked in to the waist of the skirt. My dick is pushing the skirt up, and I'm being restrained back by the girls while they finish the job.

CLICK

The last photo from this day. There I am, standing in my new heels, with all the girls surrounding me to hold up my skirt, showing off the chastity cage I was locked in.

I found myself soon after enrolled into the cheer squad as Jamie, and with some coaching from Carol, managed to make the team, but only barely. The girls failed to tell me that the glue they used to put the wig, breast forms, and body shapers was permanent and could only be removed with solvent they ordered from a company. The key to my chastity was a similar story.

Professors quickly started calling me Jamie, as James was too weird a name for how I looked. My wardrobe of leggings and sweaters fit the seasonably cool fall weather, and even the other students started to accept me - they hadn't seen me in class much yet as a guy, so a new attractive chick wasn't out of place.

I ended up learning the cheers and getting to be a part of the core routine for the major games. While the rest of the school saw a squad of busty and attractive girls, none of them realized that one of those girls was actually a guy. The idea that some guys were probably masturbating to me was concerning at the time.

Carol appreciated the gesture but ultimately came clean: she didn't know the girls were thinking of pulling this prank on me, and I looked too much like a girl to be with her that way. She still payed attention to me and hung out, and became a close friend when I needed someone to cry with.

Otherwise, all was going well… until the Thanksgiving Cornucopia Football Bash. Our school had a tradition of playing the local teams in a bracket tournament, with the losing schools hosting a Thanksgiving feast for the winner. It was all in good fun, giving the students that couldn't go home for the holidays something to look forward to.

I was looking forward to it, too. Food, games, and I'd just had to cheer a bit, which at this point was rather natural. Fate, it seemed, had another idea for me though.

Our mascot was a pink cat. Something about the Ferocious Felines turning into the Krushing Kitties. Point is, an energetic pink cat girl was the mascot of the school. Which is all fine, except when the school's only costume gets damaged during the first game.

Morale took a hit after that game, with the school being unable to source a replacement in time it looked grim. And that's how I got here. My sister explained to the sports director that they had a willing participant, someone who could be the mascot for the week. The director didn't ask too many questions - desperation had already set in for much of the staff - and agreed.

Sarah approached me later that day, asking if I could help. She claims my answer was yes, but I don't remember that. I don't remember anything after she approached me, because her friends were ready with tranquilizers, and I was out in seconds.

I was merely subdued and amicable, and the staff at the genetic therapy clinic told me later I was coherent enough to sign for the treatment. The forms I filled out say that I identify as transgender, hence the crossdressing, and that I wanted a more experimental blend of genes - that of a pink cat girl. I wasn't just going to wear a mascot suit, I'd be the mascot, living and breathing.

The forms detailed every little change my body now sported.  Short pink fur that would never be able to grow beyond an inch long, check. Long, fluffy tail with thicker fur, check. My hands and feet were reshaped to only support 3 digits on each, along with thumbs, check. Retractable claws, check. Large pointed ears that are sensitive beyond belief, check. A cute triangle nose above a small lipless mouth full of razor sharp teeth, check. Golden cat eyes that see perfectly in the dark, check. Large, bouncy G cup boobs? Double check. Tight pussy for the new pussy?.. Yep. Check.

Needless to say, I wasn’t pleased. I may have been naked and dripping wet from the genome bath, but that didn’t stop me from trying to lunge for my sister with my new sharp talons. The doctors probably knew my outburst was coming, and restrained me against the bed quickly. That’s when I was told about the forms I signed and agreed to, and that this was perfectly safe and reversible… in six months.

Sarah rushed out of the room. Carol ended up telling me that they knew it was reversible, but none of them knew it would take that long for my genes to stabilize. They thought I’d be right as rain by Christmas to go home and see my family.

The doctors pulled the girls aside, and after talking gave them a stack of laminated note cards. I kept reading through the forms and noticed the lines for mental changes. They still wanted me to be myself - thank goodness - but they wanted the best of the best for cheer squad, and made sure that “I” checked off as many of the temporary triggerable mental states.

“KitKat!” My ears perked up. Great. A new name. My name seemed out of reach. I was sure it started with a G...or a J...maybe a P? I wasn’t sure what my name was, I just knew my name was KitKat now.

“KitKat!” The voice repeated, and I looked at the girl saying my name. “Krushing Kitty Powers, Go!” It was almost scary how quickly my thoughts changed while everything became a blur. My eyes opened wide and my pupils closed to slits.

“Meow, let’s go team!” My voice, my new female-feline voice was bubbly and scratchy, teasing a thoughtless bimbo with maybe a bit more personality under the surface. My head was filled with plenty of thoughts about cheer routines and performing alongside the team and the cheer squad. Suddenly, being the mascot wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it seemed fun in a way that was core and fundamental.

It was a giggling, bubbly blur as the girls rushed me back to the school - the next game was going to be playing soon, and the school needed their mascot. Even my sister was there, and the fact that I was now giggling and being a bubbly girl put her at ease. I would have been angry at her for letting me be this way, if the hypnosis let me be angry. I couldn’t even be frustrated that I couldn’t be angry.

The girls shoved me into the clothes they thought would fit - it turns out my cat body had a few more curves, and I ended up rushing out to the field in a joke uniform only the adult stores sold - my leggings didn’t even reach my knees, the skirt flapped to reveal my thong, and the cheer top struggled to even contain half my bosom. The poms were also clearly from an adult store with their attached long stockings, once my pawed hands slipped into them, they were trapped as though in a Chinese finger trap, and I would need release from someone else. Clearly this was a gag outfit designed for the hornier teens in the college that had a couple fetishes, but it was the only thing that would fit my oversexualized new body.

I strode out onto the field to cheers and applause, the mascot was back! And you know what, I liked it. Yeah, my brain was reprogrammed to like it, but even looking back on it, it was great. I was the star, the hero. Yeah, the football team was there to play, but I was the school spirit. And during that game, it wasn’t that bad. I knew the cheers, I razzed the crowd, and they loved having me. By the end of the night the cheer squad had taken to throwing me higher and higher, and even threw me through the goal posts at one point. I was concerned about the view I was giving the crowds - the skirt surely wasn’t hiding the thong up here, my boobs were flying free, and my stockings were mostly torn apart - but I could also see all the guys and girls who wanted me, and that made it ok, if not a little better.

The game ended and the girls quickly collected me and ushered me off the field and into the locker room before the team arrived. They hugged and embraced me, and Sarah called out to me. “KitKat! Krushing Kitty Powers off!”

I immediately collapsed into the collective arms of the group and looked around. The physical drain of the game hadn’t set in until the hypnosis wore off. They all patted my back, hugged me, and let me collect myself for a moment before the team arrived and I had to congratulate them on their massive victory.

One of them called out as they left, a faceless voice in the crowd. “KitKat! Pussy Prostitute Powers, Go!”

I wasn’t expecting to have my mind blanked again, this time filled with thoughts of the men about to come into the room. Now, I still thought of myself as a straight guy, and other guys weren’t that exciting. But right then, in that moment, the dozen large sweaty guys all hopped up on testosterone and needing a release sounded perfect.

The first players came into the room and stopped, and it was a slow moment while the rest shuffled in awkwardly. There in the center of the room was their mascot, the Krushing Kitty kneeling and licking her paw at the pom. They were wordlessly stunned as I crawled up to the biggest one and nuzzled at his crotch.

“Mmm, you boys did such a good job… your kitty wants to give you another cheer in private…” The bubbly voice was back, vapid and airheaded. I sounded like I was drugged, which in a way I was, even though I was fully conscious of what I was doing. The players didn’t waste time with me right then, and my three holes were pumping with cocks hard and fast. The players took turns sharing the used holes, their cum was the lube for the next guy. When they’d finish shooting me full of cum, they’d go and shower and get a second turn in with me, before taking another quick shower and changing into their clothes.

When the final guy left, I was passed out. I woke up the next morning, my insatiable urge filled, in my bed, with a plump round belly. Fears of pregnancy were assuaged by Carol who stayed by my side the entire night, apologizing up and down for that happening. She had come back when I didn’t leave the locker room quick enough and found me. She let me know that the baby belly would go down during the day - the girls thought it’d be funny to give the once-guy a pregnant belly if he gets cum in him. The size - my 6 month looking belly - was based on how much got into me.

She continually apologized again and again until I looked her in the eyes and asked when I could do it again, assuming she’d be there to help with the trigger words. She was confused but agreed.

-- 6 MONTHS LATER --

Carol and I were flipping through the yearbook. Freshmen don’t typically get a yearbook, but it was free for the mascot. The school compensated my parents on a lot of the costs of school: so long as I kept cheerleading at the games, my education, room and board, and book costs were free. My parents had money, but weren’t rich, so this became an easy decision. The extra money they saved went toward helping me find a wardrobe, and some new video games.

Christmas was… awkward. No getting around that one. Our mom wasn’t thrilled and said some hurtful things, and my dad just sat there quietly. Sarah got off easy enough from them, saying that I’d get to decide her punishment. After the shock wore off though, Christmas continued. Of course Sarah had to tell my mom about the trigger words, and after a rousing demonstration of “Krushing Kitty Cheer”, my mom suddenly was more ok with her new pink cat of a daughter.

Which lead to Carol and I looking at the yearbook in May. Starting with the pictures the girls took when crossdressing me, and continuing to the pictures the school took, it’s clear to see one thing: I loved this. Yeah, being forced into sucked, but at the end of the day I can’t deny that I let it keep going, and that I was fine with it, even before I was hypnotized into liking it.

Besides, I was the one choosing to visit every fraternity house on a daily basis. Sure, the trigger made it natural and easier, but it was like changing masks: boring student by day, sex starved cock whore by night.

The guys seemed to push themselves around me to perform better, in sports, academics, and in bed. There have been times my belly was larger than I was, but that’s another story. The school was seeing an increase in attendance to class, and for the first time, most of our sports teams won their divisions. I’m not saying that was all me...but I helped, which is more than I thought I’d be doing.

Besides, I got the girl in the end. How, you might ask, did a suddenly into-guys cat girl get the heterosexual girl? Remember that punishment I got to choose for my sister?

Well, six months is almost exactly how long summer break is. And my new girlfriend, as well as my sister, are going to go back to the genetic therapy clinic. I’m having too much fun to change back, so instead my sister is going to be my girlfriend’s very impressive and well performing cock - it’s me we have to please after all. We’re also going to take my sister’s bisexual tendencies and just give them to my girlfriend. At the end of the summer we’ll change them back, but maybe keep my girlfriend playing for both teams.

I know I’ll get to play with both teams next year myself, and frankly, I can’t wait.