Sissy Of The 10th Division (Bleach) Pt.2 (Patreon)

In a fashion typical any large bureaucratic body of government, the Eastern Branch allowed the two members of Division ten to battle to decide who should be Captain. Although, it took a few hours for the higher ups to okay the fight and during that time, Rangiku was going all out, practicing a new technique she had been perfecting. If all went to plan, she would best Toshiro in a manner most unbecoming of a young man.


A huge crowd had formed near the heart of the Eartern Branch. It was a little unorthodox, but in such contests of skill and strenght, the officials knew that Toshiro would either best Rangiku or, if he did somehow manage to lose, he'd accept the defeat with grace and concede his rank as Captain. Ultimately, they knew he had nothing to lose since he had proven himself more than capable at such a young age and, in their minds, a good fight would only raise the moral of the denizens of Soul Society.


The two combatants walked from opposite sides towards the open circle in the middle of the huge swath of assembled people. From the balconies of the government buildings, spectators could see them cutting paths through the large crowd, slowly but surely making their way to the middle. A few people would cheer for either Toshiro or Rangiku as they walked past. The men present cheered loudest for Rangiku since she was fairly popular due to her assets, which she was always more than happy to show off.


Rangiku wore two swords on her belt, which was most unusual, but Toshiro brushed it off figuring that she might need a bit more help since she was trying to defeat him.


The strawberry blond unsheathed the bottom sword, holding it proudly for everyone, but most especially Toshiro, to gaze at.


"I found this new Zanpakutō a while ago. Never had a use for it's special technique, but I think you'll love it's effects."


"It's a nice sword, but I came here to settle this, Matsumoto." Toshiro stated in a serious tone.


Toshiro unsheathed his Zanpakuto and raised it to the air.


"Always business with you."


The auburn haired woman chuckled, sheathing her new sword and readying her trusty Haineko while smiling at her Captain who was summoning forth his trademark ability.


"Reign over the frosted heavens... Hyorinmaru."


A sudden darkness befell the gathered crowd as the sky was filled with raging storm clouds. The white haired boy's sword was covered by Ice that protruded outwards towards Rangiku as it doubled in size. In a matter of seconds, the sword formed a large dragon of ice, roaring with adrenaline and fury, ready to attack. Toshiro flicked his wrist and sent the beast hurling towards Rangiku.


Rangiku growled as she clenched her sword and began to run at her tiny tyke of a Captain. She darted from side to side, dodging daggers of ice as her eyes showed a determined look that was a far cry from her typical carefree expression as she raced into combat.


With a loud clash of ice and steel, the blades of Hitsugaya and Matsumoto hit. Both swords rattled as they rubbed against each other, niether Soul Reaper backing down. The small Captain held his own as an icy sheen spread across the ground thanks to the release of the prodigy's Zanpakuto.


Rangiku acted fast, not wanting her legs to end up frozen, and jumped back at the last second.


"Growl, Haineko!"


She shouted fiercely as she thrust her sword in Toshiro's direction. It dissolved into a fine ash that flew towards the white haired, child prodigy.


Toshiro quickly backflipped away from the encroaching ash while swinging the chain on his sword in a wide arch, the crescent blade on the end freezing the ash and rendering Rangiku's attack useless.


"You must do better than that, Matsumoto."


Toshiro stated, steadying his sword while he cast a determined stare at his big breasted subordinate.


"You bet your tighty whitey wearing butt that I can do better than that."


"My underwear is none of your business."


Hitsugaya replied in a bitter tone, unaware that his underwear was slowly transforming in a pair of thick, pink pampers.


"Struck a nerve?" Rangiku cooed. "Poor boy. You barely have any muscles and such a boyish body. It's a mircle you can even wield that sword."


This remarked elicited a rather unkind response from the crowd who laughed at the child prodigy.


A large vein protruded out from Toshiro's forehead. He was tired of this nonsense.


"I'm your Captain, damn it! Show me some respect"


The child prodigy let his judgment be overwhelmed by anger as he charged straight towards Rangiku, swinging his sword with reckless abandon. The strawberry blond easily parried his attack, sending the white haired boy onto his butt with a loud crinkle.


"Look at you!"


Rangiku chuckled.


"Trying so hard to look mature and tough, compensating for that tiny, boyish body. It's a miracle you can even wield that sword."


Hitsugaya looked up from his spot on the ground, eyes wet with tears. For some unexplained reason, he could feel a tight bulk of plastic wrapped around his crotch. Still, he had to get the upper hand before he lost everything he had worked so hard for.


"I'll make you pay for saying that!"


Toshiro leapt to his feet and struck his sword at Rangiku, but she easily dodged the attack and sliced the back of Toshiro's robe, exposing a thick disposable diaper which hugged his bottom.


"Such a big diaper for such a tiny boy!"


A tiny spectator, pink haired soul reaper called out to Hitsugaya.


"Shut your mouth, Yachiru!"


Hitsugaya yelled at the poor girl due to his building frustration.


"Don't you yell at her!"


Rangiku ordered in an annoyed tone.


"I swear, just defeating you isn't enough. I think you need to be put in your place like the little sissy you are!"


Rangiku declared as she exchanged her Haineko for her new sword. She slowly spun around in a seamless circle, holding her Zanpakutō out at a ninety degree angle from her body. The blade started to glow in a blindingly hot pink hue, the energy pulsating off of the sword, much like a heart beats, caught everyone's attention.


Suddenly, Rangiku stopped twirling about and planted both of her sandals on the ground, drawing her sword back as all the energy shimmered behind her like a wall of water.


"Gārīna kōgeki o ketsugō!"


The auburn haired Shinagami user declared as she brought her sword forward, slashing through the air, sending shockwaves of pink energy towards Toshiro.


The crowd stood in awe as thick strands of pink energy shot forth from the waves that roared across the impromptu battlefield. They pink tendrils quickly encircled Toshiro and bound him in place. The rest of the energy quickly dissipated, leaving her white haired boyish Captain practically tied up by the magic. He could only struggle, trying to break free from the bizarre attack.


"This is not fair!"


Toshiro cried out in a pitiful tone as the pink ribbons began to squeeze his body.


"The poor baby doesn't like his pretty pink ribbons? Tough titty!"


Matsumoto said with a laugh as she flicked the empty hilt of the unnamed sword about relentlessly, each time causing a cry or grunt to escape from Hitsugaya's mouth.


"You haven't won yet..." Toshiro muttered in a weak voice as he struggled to move his arms and legs.


"I'm pretty sure I already have."


""Hōkai no gārī kōgeki!"

In the blink of an eye, the strands relinquished the boy, but the magic was rapididly leaching itself into Toshiro's remaining clothing, breaking down the fabric and causing each thread to literally change color across his body. The young Captain could only stare in shock as what was left of his outfit was literally transforming into a frilly pink dress that did nothing to cover his diaper. All of this was occurring in front of the inhabitants of Soul Society, which made the young Captain realize that, by the next day, everyone would know of his humiliation.


"What the hell, Matsumoto!?" Toshiro whined as he brought his hands past the hem of his new dress to cover his pamper that was poking out from beneath the frills.


"I told you that this sword had a special technique."


Rangiku smiled as she took note of Hitsugaya's perpetual scowl.


"Rangiku put him in a dress!" One of the nameless spectators called out, laughing loudly.


In mere seconds everyone was laughing and ridiculing the young Captain of Division ten.


Hitsugaya quickly redoubled his efforts at pulling down the front of his frilly, pink and white colored dress over his padded crotch. tugging at it in earnest. Sadly, he couldn't get the material to cover the glistening plastic of the huge, pink and white, disposable diaper. When that failed to stop the laughter, he rose to his bootie covered feet, shaking in rage.


"You should've known that I can train as hard as I can drink, baby girl."


Rangiku boasted, drawing more laughs from the crowd.


Finally, Hitsugaya released the front of his dress and went for his sword, grabbing the base of the plastic-


"What the-"


Hitsugaya brought out what was supposed to be his sword and stared at the object that he held in his hand; It was an oversized baby's rattle!


The sight of the Captain of Division ten, holding an oversized pink and white baby rattle, while dressed in a perfect replica of a baby girl's Sunday's best dress, his head adorned with a white, frilly bonnet covering most of the boy's head, was the perfect picture of absurdity. Every single person in the audience was practically out of breath from laughing so hard.


"That's low, Matsumoto!"


"What's low is your respect for me!" Rangiku Matsumoto snapped.


The crowd fell silent.


"I've never failed you. I've always completed my missions and helped our division."


"Yes, but-" Hitsugaya tried to interrupt, but his fiery Vice Captain would not be silenced.


"No buts. You've always acted superior to me and I've been in this division for decades!"


Rangiku paused before continuing.


"I might drink, but that's because I have earned that right!"


The crowd cheered in agreement, causing Rangiku to wait for the assembled audience to finish before she spoke again.


"You're just an overgrown, bossy brat who gets his way no matter what!"


Rangiku shot back.


"Paperwork. Paperwork. Paperwork!" Rangiku mocked her sissified Captain. "Well, now the only paperwork you'll have to worry about is the coloring books I've got for you to fill out!"


Another bout of laughter rocked the daintily dressed Captain, fueling his anger and, for some reason, causing him to charge at Rangiku with no weapon or any strategy in mind. He merely waddled as fast as his bulky diaper allowed him to run and, once he got to Rangiku, started hitting her with his ridiculous mitten covered hands. His eyes soaked with tears as he cried out nonsense at her. For all the gathered masses, Hitsugaya looked like an overgrown baby girl throwing a hissy fit.


Finally, the white haired boy ran out of steam and Rangiku brought him in for a hug. This conflicting act caused him to slightly wet his big, bulbous diaper. The more he thought about the crowd, the more he realized that he could never live down this shame, this disgraceful dishonor. That, being held closely to the woman who had literally destroyed any shrewd of crediblity he once had, having his sopping wet bottom patted by her hand, proved to everyone that he wasn't a man worthy of respect and admiration. Hitsugaya did his best to fight these thoughts that crept over his mind.


"Aww, did baby Toshi wettums in his diaper?" Rangiku cooed.


Every single person present started taunting the sissy, joining in winter Rangiku's verbal assault.


"Baby needs a new diayupper!"


"Leave him in it!"


"Yeah, let him get a rash!"


"Spank his ass!"


The taunts and jeers from both the audience and his Vice Captain swirled around in the boy's head, causing him to breakdown. He turned away from Rangiku, breaking away from her embrace, trying to get away from her. However, once he facing the crowd, he suddenly realized that he had no place to hide his shame. Hitsugaya fell to his knees and his hands hung at his sides as he started to cry. Rangiku knelt down to his level and pulled him back into her, hugging him from behind and letting her former captain rest his diapered bottom on her kneeling thighs.


Hitsugaya sat there on Matsumoto's lap, being bounced gently in front of thousands of people. This insane scenario reeking havoc on his mental stability. The poor boy was trying to hold on to his adult mind while Rangiku cooed sweet nothings into his ear as she gently bounced him up and down on her lap. Hitsugaya could feel her breasts caressing the back of his head, like soft pillows and longed for peace and tranquility which were at odds with the malestrom that bred within his head.


"Come on, sissy boy. Make mommy a present!"


Rangiku demanded in a voice reserved for infants as she cooed into his ear. The taunts and baby coos struck a final blow to Hitsugaya’s adult mind as he pushed a fresh load into the seat of his diaper.


Nothing remained of the former Captain's mind as a mentally regressed, crying sissy boy wailed loudly in front of everyone. The sissified boy's cries soon turned into legitimate wails that sounded eerily similar to that of a real baby's. Rangiku's laughter could barely be heard of the crying.


"It's okay, baby." Rangiku soothed.


"Let's get you some milk."


Rangiku pulled Hitsugaya into a laying position across her lap and brought the sissified boy to her exposed F cup breast. He greedily latched onto the nipple of massive boob presented to the bawling Sissy's mouth.


The white haired child prodigy continued to cry softly as he nursed from his former subordinate's nipple. His cries of sadness were muffled by the large nipple filling his mouth. All that could be heard were the gentle suckles and an occasional whine while the audience watched in a deathly silence.


Every man in the assembled mass of people watched the scene in front of them, all eyes were transfixed on what were easily the biggest breasts in all of Soul Society.


On that day, Toshiro Hitsugaya was both the unluckiest and luckiest man in all of Soul Society. He was the envy of all the men present since he got to suck the tits of Rangiku Matsumoto, expert swordsman and, unofficially dubbed MILF of the realm.


The white haired child prodigy continued to cry softly as he nursed from his former subordinate's nipple.


The End?