Sissy Of The Tenth Division Pt.4 (Patreon)

A short yet embarrassing walk ended with Yachiru leading the dress wearing former Captain back into the headquarters of Division Ten. 


Toshiro sighed, relieved that he was finally out of sight, once again hidden from the public's condescendingly cruel gaze. However, his moment of relief was short lived as he heard the familiar voice of his subordinate echo throughout the building; the woman who had put him into this position. This was the last person he wanted to deal with right now! So, he tugged against his bonds, forcing the little pinl haired woman to pull him towards Rangiku's room. 


"Oh yeah, things have definitely improved since I took over." Rangiku boasted before adding, "But I can’t take all the credit, having you transferred to our Squad definitely helped."


Momo nodded, allowing her Captain to continue.


"You definitely make a difference. Morale and productivity have improved since you became my second in command."


"Thank you, Captain. I do my best when I'm not tending to the baby." Momo replied, looking pleased while soaking in the praise. 


"Speaking of Hitsugoogoo…" Rangiku grinned as she looked past Momo and over to where Yachiru was busy dragging a defiant Toshiro.


Toshiro ceased his struggling and stared at his former subordinate tuned Captian, her new cloak displaying her status. He could tell by how flushed her face was that the boxum woman was only slightly buzzed. That would definitely change as the night grew closer. 


Toshiro scowled, unhappy with how rapidly things had changed since he was knocked out.


Rangiku couldn't help but bust up laughing when she saw Toshiro's little scowl spread across his face. The only thing more comical to her than his dismayed expression was the big disposable diaper peeking out from underneath the princess costume ment for a little girl. It was positively ridiculous and his appearance only served to fuel Rangiku's laughter.


"That's too funny!" The Auburn haired Captain pointed at Toshiro before resuming her laughter.


Momo ignored her new Captain's outburst and walked over to where the boy clad in pink stood, taking him by the hand. She then turned her attention to Yachiru. 


"Did he behave himself?"


"Sort of, he-"


Yachiru was cut off by Momo handing Toshiro a little set of paints.


"Yachiru is going to tell me all about your behavior in private." Momo stated firmly. "I want you to use these finger paints to paint me a picture of your day out. It will serve as a report. I expect this report on your day out will match what she tells me, understood?"


Toshiro sighed, nodding before he took the paints with him. He waddled over to a little table that had been set up as his "work station" and sat down on the tiny pink stool with a crinkle. The white haired boy groaned as he laid out a big piece of construction paper and then proceeded to dip his fingers into the paint. 


Despite his "job" being fairly simply, it still took him roughly an hour to accomplish. The reason it took so long was due to the fact that Toshiro was forced to remember every detail of his embarrassing outing. There were things that he knew he couldn't leave out even though he desperately wanted nothing more than to forget them. The diaper change being the most horrible of his experiences. 


"Not bad," Momo's voice caught Toshiro off guard as she stood behind him. "You seem to have covered everything that Yachiru told me." 


"I tried to." Toshiro replied with a frown.


Momo leaned forward and picked up the freshly painted picture, it looked like something that a preschool student would paint.


"Now I need you to do some paperwork for me." Momo smiled. 


Toshiro arched an eyebrow. 'So this is why I was demoted. To do all the bureaucratic work behind the scenes while Momo and Rangiku get all the credit.'


However, what Momo sat in front of Toshiro confused the diapered, dress wearing former Captain the most. It was a children's coloring book!


"I think you can easily get a page or two done before dinner." Momo grinned as she walked away.


Toshiro stared back at Momo as she exited the room, wondering why he was going to be forced to do such childish work. It was definetly beneath him and a waste of his talents. Did Momo really think that she was a better administer than him? Maybe she was paranoid about him sabotaging the reports if she left them to him?


 Regardless, of why she chose not to have him write up the reports, Toshiro ultimately knew that she wanted him to "fill out" this coloring book to further demean and humiliate him. It was obviously nothing more than a way to cement his new status in the squad. To keep him busy while the women did the real work.


As he busied himself with coloring, the room remained relatively peaceful. It was only when he reached page four of the coloring book that things seemed to pick up. Yachiru walked into the room, bringing vegetables to the kitchen, as she walked by. She did her best not to disturb the sissy sitting at the tiny table. 


However, the Toshiro did notice her presence, causing him to look over at her.


"When's dinner?" 


"Soon. You just keep working on that paperwork." Yachiru replied as she carried the bundle of vegetables out of the room.


Toshiro sighed, returning to his "work".


A short time later his stomach growled which made the diapered boy wonder about the last time he actually ate something solid. He had a sinking feeling that his diet had probably been nothing but milk since he lost that fight. Just the thought of solid food sounded absolutely heavenly! 


It wasn't long before the scents of dinner were filling the room. A sudden aroma wafted through past the boy's nose, Toshiro breathed in the most divine scent he had smelt in weeks. 'What are they cooking? It smells delicious!'


Setting down his crayon, Toshiro finally decided to yell to his group of superiors.


"What are you guys cooking?!"


"Momo." Toshiro heard Yachiru call out to her teammate. "I think the baby is hungry."


"I know. I better get him a bottle." Momo replied. 


Toshiro's hopeful expressed turned to a scowl. 


"There's no need to do that, Momo." Rangiku stated, renewing Toshiro's hope of getting a nice meal of solid food. "Let me feed him from the source."


'What does she mean by that?'


Toshiro didn't have long to wonder as his former Vice Captain slid open the door and walked towards him. Despite the humiliating treatment she, and the other woman had been subjecting him to, Toshiro had to admit that Matsumoto looked stunning. He couldn't help, but stare openly at the woman who stood in front of him. Rangiku's hair looked perfect as it fell past her shoulders, a few loose strands framed her flushed face. However, it was her massive breasts, barely contained by her brilliant black Shinigami robe, that truly got his attention as she stood in front of the diapered boy.


"Let's get something in your tummy, baby Hitsugoogoo."


Toshiro cringed, annoyed at her use of that terrible nickname. 


Rangiku simply chuckled when she saw her former Captain's distaste for his new pet name. The busty former Vice-Captain knelt down in front of her adult baby and pulled Toshiro into her lap. 


Once the boy settled down, Rangiku stroked his head and quietly remarked, "You've been very fussy today, according to Yachiru. Well, mommy knows how to fix that."


Toshiro was a little confused by how Rangiku was acting. It wasn't quite as cruel as Yachiru had treated him earlier, but he knew not to trust his former subordinate. He watched her take the hand that wasn't supporting the back of his head and pull her robe to the side, which caused one of huge boobs to pop out. The heavy and ripe breast was close to bursting as a little drop of milk dripped from it.


"I haven't had a chance to pump today." The strawberry blond grinned.


Toshiro was conflicted. Part of him wanted to just latch on and suck, but there was still the heart of a warrior who told him to not give into to the temptations of the flesh. After all, he was a man, damn it! Just because he was wearing a diaper and dress didn't mean he should just give up and act like the baby they were treating him as.


Rangiku sighed as her white haired sissy struggled and began to squirm, as if to try to get away as soon as she pushed the nipple towards the boy's face. Without a second thought, the new captain pulled the boy's head closer to her chest, forcing her new baby's mouth to brush up against her nipple.


Toshiro felt the warm nipple pierce his lips, allowing a drop of milk to land on his tongue. It tasted so rich. So creamy. So ...familiar? 


Rangiku forced the former Captain to nurse from her gigantic breast. After a few seconds and a few strained suckles, warm milk began to trickle from her tit and into her baby's mouth.


The more he sucked, the more sweet and familiar the milk seemed to the taste. It was also rather filling. 


Midway through his feeding, Toshiro realized that the milk tasted exactly the same as the bottle Yachiru had given him earlier at the park. He had been drinking Matsumoto's breast milk all along! 


'You've got to be kidding me?!


In that moment of realization, Toshiro began to kick and squirm in anger. He was completely humiliated by what his former Vice Captain was doing to him. Not only had sge pretty much betrayed him, but making him drink her milk seemed like an entirely new low!


Toshiro pulled away from Rangiku's tit defiantly and looked up into her eyes.


"I've had enough of this sick game, Matsumoto! Tomorrow you will accept my challenge and fight me for the position of Captain of this squadron!"


Rangiku could only laugh at she gazed down at Toshiro's face, milk still dribbling down his face. It was so hard to think of him as a man, especially in that dress. 


"Sure, my little Hitsugoogoo, whatever you say. Now finish your boobie and we'll get you put down for the night."


Toshiro grunted in response, not entirely content that he'd have to finish feeding from her breast, but satisfied in the knowledge that he would get a chance to defeat Matsumoto and reclaim his position as Captain.


Some time later, the Toshiro became vaguely aware of the fact that he was being lifted up and drapped over something that felt hard. A gentle yet insistent patting on his back kept Toshiro alert. The feeding had gone on for much longer than he had anticipated and the only thing he could figure out was that he had fallen asleep at Rangiku's breast. 


*BUUURRPPPP*


Toshiro could only blush in response, embarrassed by how his body so easily burped without much effort. However, in the dimly lit room, none noticed his red hot face. 


As Rangiku began to lift him up he realized that he had been stripped of his infantile baby dress and placed into a pink full body sleeper complete with feet. Toshiro didn't exactly care for his new attire, especially how hot it made his small boyish body feel and was about to speak his disatisfaction. But right as he opened up his mouth Rangiku pushed a big pink pacifier in, silencing the former Captain before he could even raise a complaint.  


"Let's get you in bed, Hitsugoogoo." Rangiku cooed as she cradled the boy against her massive bosum. Toshiro could only scowl behind the pacifier in response. 


How he hated that name!


It didn't take long for Toshiro to be tucked into his crib, Rangiku stepped back and raised the enormous crib rail up. 


The size of the crib was mostly for show. Everyone knew that Toshiro could easily escape, but a baby monitor coupled with the high, six foot rails, ensured the new mother, and her subordinates, time to catch him in the act. 


"Good night, baby. Mommy is going to go out and get drunk."


Toshiro glared at Rangiku through the bars as he suckled on his new pacifier.


"Aww, you're just too precious!" Rangiku laughed, leaving the room to go drink. After all, it was barely eight in the evening. The night was young!


To Be Continued...