Prissy Becomes a Cheerleader (Patreon)

Catching up on some long neglected requests. Sorry guys, been dealing with some IRL stress.

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In the weeks since Prissy’s first “treatment session” with his big sister Kat, the wimpy boy had essentially become her complete diapered slave. The regular hypnosis sessions, his fear of legal trouble, and his general wussiness, all combined to make him a fully compliant subject for her cruel feminist experiments. This is why the boy found himself blushing bright red in a female locker room at his sister’s college, utterly humiliated as an assortment of amused female soccer players looked him over. His sister stood in front of him, eager to begin her presentation.

"Hello girls!" Kat said, with great enthusiasm. "I first want to congratulate you all on your recent court victory. This is the first time that a female sports team is being allowed to compete in a male sports league, and you should know that the entire feminist world is rooting for you!"

"You know, the boys teams all laughed at first…” said Trisha, the blonde team captain. "But we’ve already won three games. Now I think they're starting to get scared." The rest of the team laughed.

"I'm glad you brought that up” Kat said. “See, fear is important on any battlefield, including the battlefield of sports. One of the biggest challenges you’ll face is making sure the men’s teams take you seriously, and inspiring fear in them will be an important part of achieving that goal. This is why I propose you get a cheerleading squad!” The athletes looked confused.

“Isn’t cheerleading kind of degrading for women?” Asked one of the girls.

"Traditionally yes” Kat agreed. “Cheerleading has been a sport designed specifically to encourage the male gaze, dressing barely legal women up in skimpy costumes to titillate the audience." The girls all nodded their agreement. "That makes it the perfect venue to subvert people's expectations, and to show them the new future of the male species.” Kat grabbed Prissy’s arm, pulling him to his feet as the boy squeaked pathetically. “This is my little brother Josh, or as I call him, Prissy.” The girls all giggled as they looked over the blushing fairy in front of them, who was covered in a pink salon cape. “Prissy has graciously agreed to help me demonstrate my progessive vision for your new cheerleading squad, isn’t that right.”

“Ye-yes ma’am” Prissy stammered, looking down at the floor..

“Good boy” Kat patted him on the head, before unclipping the cape from his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. The girls all began to giggle again as his special outfit was revealed: a bright pink PVC cheerleading outfit, with the word “Sissy” proudly written in script on the chest.

“Is he wearing a diaper?” One of the girls asked, pointing to the bulging plastic pants beneath his short skirt.

“Indeed he is” Kat confirmed. “An important part of my treatment involves stripping away his silly male pride. Taking away a male’s potty training does wonders towards achieving that aim.” One of the girls stepped forward and poked the front of Prissy’s diaper, laughing as she did.

“It’s so thick!” She giggled. Prissy blushed.

“As you can see, your cheerleaders would all be sissified males like my wimpy brother here. Imagine how your opponents will feel when they see a squad of diapered sissy losers cheering you on. Not to mention, you’ll have full license to bully the little wimps around, order them to fetch you towels or water. When the boys on the other team see how easily you dominate men…”

“They’ll start getting worried we might dominate them as well!” The captain responded, laughing. “You know, it might be fun to drag a bunch of these wusses cheering for us. Does the prissy boy know any cheers?”

“Oh yes” Kat answered with a grin, turning and slapping the timid sissy on his diapered behind. “C’mon, do the cheer I showed you.”

“P-please Miss Kat, I’m embarassed” Prissy stammered, looking around the room at all the smirking athletes. Kat responded with a slap to his face.

“Now Prissy!” She demanded, and the boy nervously stepped forward, blinking back tears. “Don’t forget your pom poms, baby!” Kat reminded him, and he reluctantly picked up the shiny pink and white balls of fluff from the bench behind him. He took a deep breath and began his routine, remembering to keep his wrists bent like a good sissy fag.

“They’re the cougars, 1, 2, 3! The best team in the galaxy! They’re the best and all can see! Even sissy wimps like me!”

The girls all laughed uproariously as Prissy did his chant, his skirt bouncing to reveal the huge padded diaper beneath, his face bright red.

“Another!” Kat demanded.

“Loser boys stand no chance! Watch out or you’ll lose your pants! When you lose don’t raise a fuss! You can be sissies like us!”

“That’ll scare the other teams!” The captain agreed, the rest of her team nodding.

“I’m glad you like the idea” Kat said with a smile. “But I really think what will scare the boys is seeing just how submissive your little subby cheering squad is. Before every game we’ll have the sissies drink a nice big bottle of laxatives, so at halftime they can put on a real show. C’mon Prissy, show them the big finale!”

The boy moaned helplessly, the hypnosis trigger word “finale” already causing his bowels to churn. He held his pom poms up again, nervously bouncing them around.

“Girls are the best! Better than the rest! Girls win championships while boys just make a mess!”

On the final word, Prissy spun around and squatted low, grunting and whimpering as he lost total control of his bodily functions. The seat of his thick diaper quickly began to balloon out, the distinct poo-poo bulge causing all the girls to start laughing again. Prissy began to tear up as he heard the laughter, but that still couldn’t stop the silly faggy cheerleader from making her dirty diaper deposit. 

“Ew!” “It stinks!” He heard them taunting. Then suddenly, he felt the warm sticky mush squishing against his rear as the captain gave his bulging bottom a huge slap with her hand. He squealed uselessly, looking up at his sister with eyes full of tears. She just smiled and patted him on the head.

“Good sissy” she told him. He smiled weakly.