If there is one time transformation can occur in one’s life, it’s school. Now, when it comes to children, I typically leave them alone. I may perform minor shenanigans on them, but never harmful. Professionals have standards.
However, college students are a whole new ballgame. It’s here that students often pick the career they desire, but changes often occur. Personally, I don’t think we need a new doctor. That shit is so boring. No, just let me pick your career and new life path, my dear. You will be so much happier…once you get used to it.

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Xandere, the red panda anthro, buried his head in frustration. Three exams, all taking place on the same day. He had several missed calls from his parents and his alarm, by default, set for less than six hours from now to wake up for work. Luckily work was ‘kind’ enough to grant him time off to take the exams, but nary the time to study!

“TOUCHDOWN!” A loud voice screamed from outside, followed by hoots and hollers of the crowd. Xandere kept his window shut, but it did little to stop the noise. “Stupid football players and cheerleaders. They have their life all set up for them…wish I had a life like that.” He muttered. “Ugh…I hate cell division.”

A big tiger anthro approached behind Xandere and placed his thick palms on the panda’s shoulders. “Dude, you need to relax. You’re working way too hard on shit that you’re never going to use.”

Xandere paused. He swore he didn’t have a roommate, he paid extra for that! Yet…why did this tiger feel so familiar? He slowly turned his head. “Yeah, I uh…I know, Jason.” He replied hesitantly. Jason, a member of the football team. Far from the star, but definitely the ‘pretty boy’ set for life, being paid thousands for sponsorships. Why did Xandere know this? Football was never his thing. Something just…clicked. Jason was also his roommate. “You say that a lot, but really. I’m going to need to know the quadratic formula.”

“For what? What does a cheerleader like you need to know anything about advanced math? All you need to know is 2, 4, 6 , 8, who do you appreciate? My cock, my cock, myyyy cock!” Jason mocked the tone, even raising his arms and kicking his legs as if he were cheering, all ending by pointing directly to his crotch.

Xandere knew this muscular musclehead to be a bit of a pervert, but this was a whole new level! As Xandere’s eyes went to Jason’s crotch though, he felt…a jump in his heart from excitement. He slowly turned his head left and right as he swiftly turned back to his work, ignoring the throbbing in his own cock. “These…how…” He mumbled, never knowing such sensations for the tiger before. “Look, just go to your football stuff and let me focus on my…” He paused, no longer spotting the big math book in front of him, but an anime book filled with pictures of cheerleaders doing various poses, many of them lacking underwear with their legs thrown high into the air, a smile on their face, and a wink towards the camera.

“Focus on your practicing porn poses? Yes, I could let you do that.” Jason walked behind Xandere and grabbed his shoulders. He lifted up the red panda anthro easily before setting him down, standing straight up and rigid in front of the tiger. “Or we could spend the night practicing some of your latest poses you’ve been reading about.” He lifted the top of Xandere’s shirt off. As the shirt pulled over his head, Xandere’s ears suddenly pointed upwards in a triangular shape, complete with pink and white fur that traversed downwards slowly as if it were water leaving a trail of cute short fur rather than his original dull colors.

Xandere tried to recall any of those math formulas he swore he had been studying, but an erection between his legs and a strange sensation along his fur proved distracting. He put his arms up against Jason and pushed away, but to no avail. Jason was hardly powerful, but Xandere had nothing. In fact, the small red panda practically felt what few muscles he had melted away in the grasp of this jock. “I don’t…I can’t practice my poses you…” He raised his foot in a futile attempt to kick Jason’s head, quickly realizing that his paw reached all the way up to Jason’s head with his other on the ground. “Woah! I’m not…I’m not that flexible!” His voice cracked, briefly sounding…feminine. More pink fur trickled down his body, replacing his otherwise plain looking fur, giving him a swirl of pink and white. As the fur moved down his tail, the tail thinned out and extended, giving him a much more feline appearance. One thing that hadn’t changed was his gender, but his body was developing thicker hips and no muscle along his chest, arms, and legs. He suddenly recalled how Jason loved calling him a… femboy.

“You’re so modest. If you don’t start flaunting your talents, you’re never going to make it as a cheerleader!” Jason said with a laugh. He brushed his crotch against Xandere’s ass, his erect cock touching Xandere’s ass with only a cheerleader skirt hiding that plump behind. “Go on, why don’t you show me your latest pose?” With little hesitation, Jason showed off his shaft for Xandere.

Xandere couldn’t help himself. His body simply went on autopilot. He suddenly hopped onto Jason and wrapped his legs around the neck of that big jock. With a bit of shifting, he turned himself so that he was facing the same direction of the jock. Then, he bent downward in front of Jason before opening his mouth and taking that huge cock inside, using gravity to lower himself down onto that shaft while his legs spread, giving him a T shape while his arms wrapped around Jason’s waist. Only then, his body allowed his mind to react, and he couldn’t believe what he had just done! He was hardly athletic, yet there he was, sucking off his roommate without a second thought, upside down with his now small stub of a shaft accessible for Jason to do whatever he pleased with! His own shaft was aroused and pulsing, though hardly noticable in size, having shrunk down so much. The pink and white fur spread all throughout his body, changing him into a femboy catboy with long pink hair. One look at him and he could have easily been mistaken for a girl. The only difference? The lack of tits and a small shaft between his legs, although that shaft would never be able to get hard on its own. No, the only way he'd be able to ever orgasm was if he took a pounding in his ass.

“That’s a good one!” Jason said with a laugh. “You’re not strong, but holy shit you’re flexible and you’re holding onto me nicely. Yeah, a pose like this with the rest of the guys will definitely work for the next game!” 

The next game? Xandere’s head was getting fuzzy the longer that huge throbbing cock was in his mouth. He knew he wasn’t being held hostage doing this, he wanted to keep sucking that shaft. His mind slowly melted, changing to adapt to this new cheerleader lifestyle, not as a female even. The thoughts of math, science, dribbled out of his mind until all that was left was a femboy cheerleader, eager to please the football team and reward them for their victories!
…and right now, at this point in time, the catboy femboy knew Jason had won him, and that in of itself deserved another reward after this.
