P3: Pink Argus Tsun (Patreon)

With her teammates downed and the situation looking bleaker and bleaker, Yukari held steadfast, leveling her bow against the villain she’d been facing. She was the last one standing and needed to make this shot count.


The villain, ‘Daddy’, laughed at her threatening stance, giving no indication that he viewed her as anything but a nuisance to him. “Do you really think that your bow has any chance of harming me, Pink Argus!?” he boomed, dropping his usual trademark monotone silent, cool-guy routine for a more malicious tone.


She could hardly believe that she as a phoenix Ranger had to face off against her own partner. However, here Minato was, decked out in leather and controlling an army of gremlins that threatened the world.


“You’ll never truly defeat us Daddy!” Yukari declared, letting loose a magical arrow toward the dastardly villain.


He swatted it away as though it was a toothpick she’d sent soaring through the air. “It seems dangerous to let you keep that weapon. Why don’t we give you something more appropriate.” With a snap of his fingers he did just that, disarming her bow by transforming it, causing the material to redistribute into a heavy metal rattle, weighted so much on the bulbous end that it dragged her whole arm down. Even letting go of it didn’t help because part of her bow had become a short set of handcuffs, locking the thing to her wrist to keep her from discarding it. It also served to keep her firmly in place as the head of the rattle easily weighed an extra hundred and fifty pounds, making it near impossible for Yukari to get any closer to Daddy let alone run away.


“Now that we know you’re not going anywhere,” He declared, “we can start the real fun.”


The teasing tone of his voice wasn’t lost on Yukari and she quickly realized that he’d saved her for last on purpose. The others had fallen quickly, had their attacks turned back on them. Only she was receiving the treatment of babyfication. He was toying with her.


She growled in protest as daddy raised his hand to snap his fingers again, threatening to change even more about her outfit. “Don’t!” she demanded through the helmet, but it was too late—he’d already flicked his middle finger against the palm of his hand, using the tension created by his thumb to drive it harder into his hand.


The rest of Yukari’s outfit started to shift around her, maintaining its coloring and design but changing its shape entirely. Threads of fabric snaked and danced across her skin, earning little giggles due to them tickling sensitive spots. All that extra material gathered, moving precisely toward one spot, her groin. Every bit of extra leather and fabric cradled Yukari’s waist, puffing out the newly onesie-fied version of her Phoenix Ranger outfit.


The material bulked and spread, becoming soft and cloud-like around Yukari. This certainly wasn’t her first time dealing with Daddy’s magic or wearing a diaper because of him. He liked the way she’d waddle in them, the way she couldn’t move as acrobatically or freely as she wanted to.


The delight it brought to his face was infectious, so much so that it stirred something in Yukari. She liked being diapered too. Something about being padded by his hand, reduced from her Ranger form to a helpless mewling babe, was hot.


She hated to admit that to herself and never wanted to let the villain himself realize it. Still, it was why time after time she led the team against Daddy. They'd be easily defeated by him each time and she’d put on her best front before falling against him in battle, giving him the opportunity to toy with her exactly how he wanted.


She wouldn’t make it easy though, she still remained obstinately hostile against him, at least outwardly.


With prying and frantic fingers, she clawed for the crotch of her new onesie, knowing he’d be amused by her attempts to strip herself free of the garment. She only got one snap undone before the mittens started to appear, coating her fingers in soft satin that made her hands slip off the crotch of her padding ineffectually.


“Let me go!” she yelled, hoping more than anything for him to continue. Only one part of her outfit remained, the last barrier that hid her eager eyes away from him: her mask.


Its change began with it invading her mouth, a small rubber nipple pushing past her lips and resting across her tongue. It spread across the surface area of the muscle, pinning it down with its girth. She could feel the rest of her helmet shrinking too, slowly revealing her face to Daddy as it went.


Yukari did her best to take all the excitement out of her eyes, relaxing her face and then tensing it as the visor across her face dissolved away. Her helmet had become a comically large pacifier, complete with a mouth shield that practically covered her entire face.


She suckled on the nipple subconsciously, enjoying the feeling of its bulk in her mouth. Even while doing this she shot her best angry look at daddy, trying to relay with her eyes her displeasure at the situation.


He approached, coming up to Yukari and causing her heart to flutter slightly. She couldn’t stop her face from softening at his approach, just catching a glimpse of his steely gray eyes sending shivers down her spine.


His voice lowered. “It seems once again I’ve defeated the Phoenix Rangers.” He said softly, “I do believe I’ll be taking you hostage to serve as my perfect Baby Girl Pink Argus.”


Through her pacifier Yukari mumbled, “You’ll never get away with this.” throwing in as much malice as she could despite her enjoyment of the situation.


Daddy smiled, snapping his fingers and bringing out an ethereal persona's hand to carry off his prize, leaving behind the rest of the Feathermen.