Ryuko's Babysitter Pt.3 (Kill La Kill) (Pixiv Fanbox)

The girls watched their leader struggling to push the large stroller forward, but once the petite president got momentum on her side it moved slowly, but steadily out of the door. Yuki looked on until Sayomi was out of sight and bent over to retrieve Ryuko's Senketsu. The upperclassmen knew that if she dared to put it on, the garment would consume her life force, her very being, not to mention all of her blood. Natsumi stood there, eyeing her friend, unsure of what to say. "You shouldn't fool around with that." "I'm not going to do anything, but it might come in handy if Ryuko can break the mental hold that Sayomi has on her." Yuki stated as she put Senketsu into her backpack. "I don't know if she can." Natsumi paused and looked down. "That chemical is strong. I only drank a sip and I'm extra sensitive about everything." "What do you mean? Like, sexually?"  "Nooo!" Natsumi blurted out, but quickly regained her composure. "I mean like..." The diaper under her skirt crinkled slightly as she fidgeted with her hands on the hem of the short dress. "I feel really shy and unusually needy about this whole diaper treatment." "That doesn't sound unusual at all." Yuki stated. "I practically begged for a new diaper whenever I felt the slightest bit of moisture. Of course Sayomi always refused my plea unless we were in public." "Again, that isn't quite what I'm feeling. I'm fighting a torrent of conflicting emotions. I feel both clingy and an intense desire to be held. However, the other part of me wants to rip this diaper off and never come back." "Oh, I-" Yuki was cut off as Natsumi spoke up. "Then I'll get a rogue thought that dominates my mind. Like someone on a megaphone telling me to..." Natsumi felt her chest get heavy and grasped it before continuing on. "To just give up and be a baby...." ------------------------ Meanwhile, in the luxurious part of Honouji Sayomi was pushing the enormous stroller which held her oversized baby. Passersby would gawk or observe the bizarre scene in shock. A select few weren't surprised because they could remember that the petite girl had paraded around her classmate last year in an identical fashion. The majority of the commotion was caused due to who her captive was, no matter what strata of the social hierarchy you occupied, you knew of Ryuko Matoi: The maverick hell spawn warrior who had a death wish due to her constant challenging of the elite of Honouji.  A few senior students walked up to Sayomi and stared at the onesie clad Ryuko. Her bulky disposable diaper's outline was quite visible through the sailor themed onesie. The students were blown away. They knew Sayomi Hogosha was bat shit insane, but it was almost impossible for them to contemplate the vision before them. Sayomi, the girl every student avoided, had conquered Ryuko and now paraded her around like a diapered trophy. "How did you do it?" "Why do you ask? Do you want to be her baby sister?" Sayomi asked with a wild grin plastered on her angelic face. "Umm... Nevermind. Sorry to have bothered you!" The group of girls bowed and briskly walked the hell away from the stroller. Sayomi couldn't quite make out their mutterings as they walked away, but she didn't care. The babysitter loved toying with girls older than herself, but right now that could wait. She had to get her new baby home and fed some real food. The chemically laced milk lacked any real nutritional value and the laxatives wouldn't take effect until they were mixed with the special baby food she kept at her house. Along the way, more people stopped and stared at Sayomi's giant stroller and equally big babied teenager. Ryuko didn't help matters by kicking her legs rhythmically as she reclined in the seat. Her plastic prison produced a symphony of crinkles and sounds that could be heard by the general public. Sure the sailor onesie kept the noise relatively muted, but her exaggerated bicycling motions didn't make things any less noticeable audio wise or visually. Soon the spectacle left the main thoroughfare and proceeded down a modest sidewalk which led to the Hogosha household. Luckily for Sayomi, there were no steps up to the door. The Freshman student had built a gentle ramp which allowed access to the front door. She did struggle tremendously to get the stroller up to the door, but once she reached the threshold Sayomi stopped. The girl locked the brake on the back wheel of the stroller and fumbled with her key for a second before inserting it into the keyhole. "Welcome to your new life, baby Ryuko!"  Sayomi threw open her front door which led directly into the spacious living room which was flanked by a kitchen opposite a staircase. Under normal circumstances, the house's interior would have been marveled at for how lavish it was compared to the Manchuko household. However, what would raise eyebrows wasn't the grandeur or splendor of this structure. No, it was all the oversized baby equipment littering the various rooms. Sayomi unlocked the brake and resumed pushing the stroller into the house. There the baby brained Ryuko gazed absent mindedly at the many toys strewn about the carpet. In the living room stood a sturdy playpen which could hold anyone even if they stood up. A baby swing hung near by from the rafters above and in the kitchen sat a hot pink high chair which awaited it's occupant. Ryuko couldn't appreciate the amount of effort her captor put into completing the fantasy. Nonetheless, the onesie wearing warrior didn't need to. She was merely a doll, as was Yuki before her, to be played with by her new babysitter. "I know that you probably can't wait to play, but mommy has to feed you your baby food so that you can make me a lovely present." Sayomi stated in a sing song voice as she stood in front of her captive. Ryuko was unstrapped from the five point harness and helped down to the floor. The former fighter stood on all fours and looked up at Sayomi with vacant eyes. A bit of drool escaped from her mouth as she licked her lips. She took a moment to registered the smiling girl before her, but couldn't think of any kind of name for her except "momma" which she muttered loudly enough to be heard.  "Very good, Ryuko!" Sayomi praised. "I am your mommy!" The Freshman tickled Ryuko under her chin and smiled down at her prize. "Follow mommy!" The petite president of the babysitting club patted Ryuko's diapered butt firmly, indicating that she wanted her big baby to crawl. This startled the simplistic Ryuko into action. She took an experimental reach with her right hand which was followed by her leg. Soon she got into a rhythm which allowed her to reach the kitchen via a very slow crawl.  Sayomi watched with a tad bit of conflicting thoughts. 'Did I use too much chemical? Should I have cut it and only allowed her mind to regress to a toddler's level? I could've allowed her to at least walk.' The Freshman then fought away those thoughts which were replaced by bold justifications. "No! If you could walk then you could escape and leave me!" Ryuko stared up at her mommy with confusion evident as she stopped crawling. Sayomi smiled, "It's alright, baby. Mommy was just figuring out how to make this work." Sayomi's smile seemed to neutralize Ryuko's uncertain gaze already replaced it with a dopey, drool producing grin. 'I'm going to have to get her the pacifier from upstairs after she's fed.' Sayomi then came to a horrible realization. "Shit! How am I going to get you into the high chair?!"  "Waaaaaah!" The teenaged terror blurted out as she bawled from her mommy's bipolar shifts in behavior. "It's okay, baby!" Sayomi took a knee and held her large infantilized captive close. "Mommy has a plan." It's took some time, but after closing the baby gate of the playpen, Sayomi had Ryuko contained. This gave her some time until she could think of a solution to her problem. She needed someone to help her. Sadly her father was away on business and her mother wasn't home. 'That damn bitch is never around when I need her. At least with Yuki I didn't need mother to help me pick her....up'.  "Yuki! That's it!" Sayomi cheered. "I'll get Yuki over here to help out. She's tall enough to lift Ryuko into the high chair." Sayomi quickly pulled out her cell phone and dialed Yuki's number "I thought we were dismissed, President." Yuki answered the phone dryly. "I know, but I need your tall ass down here ASAP!" Yuki sighed. "What now? I just consoled Natsumi for twenty minutes straight. Poor thing was crying her eyes out." "That's probably a side effect of the chemical. It'll ware off soon." "I hope so. She's been pawing at my bra for the last five minutes and, if I didn't know any better, she wants to suck my tits!" Yuki vented which caused a whimper to be heard in the background. "Shh, it's okay Sumi." "Awesome! It worked!" Sayomi gushed like an idiot. "Of course it worked? You have Ryuko and you've seen what it has done to her mind. This damn chemical is a curse!"  "I meant it actually is promoting the mind to want to suckle from...Nevermind. Bring Natsumi here if you have to. She should be able to walk." Sayomi hung up the phone. Yuki stared at her phone for a moment while she cradled Natsumi against her body with her free arm. "What a fucking freak." Sayomi put her phone away and played with the buttons on her uniform's blouse while looking at her drooling teenaged baby. 'Let's test this out.' The Freshman smiled as she stripped her body of her top of and A cup bra. The babysitter had yet to mature into a more motherly form. She envied girls like Yuki who were stacked and even Natsumi, with her B cup, made her jealousy flare up. Meanwhile, even her baby had huge tits compared to her small mosquito bits. Still, she wanted to try this out.