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DISCLAIMER: Tite Kubo and Studio Pierrot own Bleach and its characters. Also, events in the story take place after Fake Karkura Town arc but before volume 49 of the manga, so slight spoilers concerning the Hogyoku (even if that plot point was ridiculous). Also, characters might be a little OOC. Oh and for future reference, I'll be using some Japanese clothing terms, and whilst the story does mention what's what, in case you forget: Shihakusho= main black robe Haori= the white robe captains wear Hakama= the Shihakusho's pants. A captains work is never done (a Rangiku tg). "Rangiku!" Soul Reaper and 10th division captain Toshiro Hitsugaya yelled as he saw his lieutenant lazing about on the couch once more, a pile of papers still littered about his desk. Rangiku Matsumoto rolled to her side, her baby blue eyes meeting with the captain's icy turquoise. "Huh?" she groaned. Hitsugaya crossed his arms, his trademark scowl evident on his face. "You STILL haven't you done the paperwork I ordered you to do?" For a minute the blonde bombshell rustled her hair as she tried to remember. "Oh that!" she finally spoke. "Sorry I got half way done but then-" she stopped to yawn, "I got very sleepy." "What did I say about naps?" The pint sized captain stare could kill a man. "It's unacceptable!" Rangiku rubbed her eyes, her massive amount of cleavage exposed through the low cut collar of her uniform. "Relax Toshiro, it's not due tonight." "For the last time, you need to address me as CAPTAIN Hitsugaya," the pint sized prodigy reminded her. "And I have you know that work is needed by tomorrow." "So?" Rangiku glanced at the work without any sympathy towards it. "I still have all day!" "That's not the point!" the captain exasperated. "You don't become a member of the thirteen court guard squads for laziness." "Geesh, you're so stiff sometimes," she groaned. "Do you know how much beauty sleep I need? "You have more than enough sleep when you're hungover," Toshiro grumbled. "Hey!" Rangiku took offense. "I like to relax. I thought you knew that!" Hitsugaya glared at the woman. "I know, but we're never going to get it on time if you keep napping." "Sorry Shi-I mean sorry captain," Rangiku sighed. "It's just that I went through SO much already..." She dragged herself back to the desk and looked over the remaining reports, her scarf-wearing captain looking over her shoulder. Only after a few reports though, she once more yawned. "Stop yawning!" he instructed her. "I know." Rangiku's theatrics returned. "Just this work makes me so *yawn* tired." Hitsugaya sighed at his lieutenants whining. "Nevermind. It's obvious nothing would get done if I let you continue. I'll finish them instead." Rangiku stared wide eyed at the man. "Are you sure? You've been awfully busy as of late..." "Enough!" The captain raised his voice as he hurried Rangiku out of his chair. "Just let me finish your work and leave me be." Rangiku sighed in relief but from the captains voice she knew that he was tired. Toshiro was always busy for a youth his age. To be fair, it did garner him a lot of praise. However, even his fellow captains thought he was taking things too seriously sometimes. All the more reason for Rangiku to do a little experiment. Before leaving, Rangiku asked out of courtesy, "Anything else, captain?" "Yes." Hitsugaya rubbed his forehead. "Some medicine would be nice. I think my migraine is returning." Rangiku went to the pitcher of water that was on a nearby table near the medicine cabinet. Eliciting a mischievous smirk, she ignored the cabinet and its usual medicines and instead plucked out a little pill she had been hiding in her sleeve. Nemu from 12th division had given it to her during a women's association meeting. Apparently Captain Mayuri was experimenting on some samples retrieved from Aizen's Hogyoku. He wanted to know if the thing really had "wish" like qualities like Aizen claimed. From the samples, Mayuri had now developed a pill, but had no guinea pig to test it. Rangiku decided to hold it onto her person, thinking it could come in handy someday. And that day had come. As much as she didn't mind her captain, even she admitted he was a bit too strict for her liking sometimes. Maybe if he was more laid back or relaxed, then maybe he wouldn't boss her about all the time. However, her motives weren't completely selfish. She did care for her captain's health, after all. Besides, maybe he could benefit from relaxing every now and then. All she had to do to make this dream a reality was make Hitsugaya to take this pill, and because the pill was believed to be more potent when the subject made the wish, somehow make Hitsugaya to wish for her request. Of course, she had no idea if the pill would work, but either way it would sure be entertaining. She put it on the tray with a pitcher of water and served it to her captain. "Here." The child-like youth sternly looked at the pill for a few seconds in suspicion. Rangiku sweated, thinking he'd figured it out so quickly. After all, he might be young, but he was still very observant. However, those fears evaporated when he put it into his mouth and took a sip of the water, giving nothing to Rangiku but a polite "Thank you" before starting his work. Rangiku sighed in relief, but she knew the hard part was about to begin. Seeing the boy hard at work she cleared her throat and in her most sincere yet suggestive tone said. "You know captain, sometimes I worry about these long work shifts of yours." Her captain raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Rangiku leaned on the desk to the point she was almost sitting side- saddle. "I mean, don't you wish you could be more relaxed, like me?" Hitsugaya remained quiet, prompting Rangiku to continue. "I mean captain, if you were so relaxed, then maybe you wouldn't have to worry about having migraines all the time." Hitsugaya sighed. "I appreciate your sympathy lieutenant, but if you don't mind, I would like to be left alone now." Rangiku cursed her captains stubbornness, but continued the sweet talk "But captain, you sure you don't want to make a wish first?" "And why would I do that?" Hitsugaya spoke up. "Not like it's going to become true anyway. Otherwise nothing would get done." Rangiku was getting a little frustrated. "I know but isn't the first step of a wish actually making it yourself?" Hitsugaya by this point was losing his patience. "Rangiku, I don't know what you're up to, but would you mind leaving me alone?" Rangiku felt a little hurt. "But-" "WOULD YOU PLEASE GET OUT!" her captain screamed at her, his gaze like a lance through her stomach. Rangiku wanted to protest, but she realized that it wasn't a good idea to fight her superior who was capable of turning her into a popsicle. Defeated, she sighed, "Yes captain," before dragging herself out of the room and closed the door. As she did, she took one last look at her captain, who was already back at his reports and was sad that she wasn't going to have the laid back captain she wanted. Instead, she decided to go find Nemu and tell her what had happened. Maybe she'd understand if the result was going to be inconclusive...maybe. As she left though, Hitsugaya muttered to himself, "I wish I understood that woman sometimes..." Unknown to him, the small pill inside of him glowed to his wish... * Initially, Hitsugaya's work period started without incident. However, as he scribbled down important data into the reports, he couldn't help but feel a little warm under the collar. It wasn't a terribly hot day, but the more he thought about it, the more hot it felt. Carefully he took off his scarf, and neatly placed it on his desk, before continuing with his work. On he scribbled down notes on the papers, only for a new problem to arise. This time his eyes felt a little blurry. Annoyed, he rubbed his eyes, his vision being blurry for a few quick seconds. He blinked a few times before making sure his eyes weren't under duress. He carried on, unaware of the long eyelashes his eyelids had sprouted. On he studied through the reports, occasionally stopping to scratch his hair every now and then. A single, silvery strand fell into his view at one point, which he did solve quickly with a single swipe of his hand. However as more strands continued to fall across his eyeline, he was forced to swipe his hair back more and more. He grumbled, though was surprised that his hair was behaving this way. Usually it stayed spiked. "Must be the humidity," he grumbled, as he again guided it back. Soon he had finished reading some of the files, but soon he got bored. Then again, he already knew the reports back to front, so it did get tedious after a while. By this point his hair was starting to hang dangerously by his sides, and judging from his vision were starting to frizz from the "humidity". Part of him felt puzzled by this development, but when he touched one by his fingers and muttered, "Such a pain!" He looked around his desk, looking for something to keep his hair in place. At first he couldn't find anything, until he glanced at his sleeve. Sticking out was a loose thread. Hitsugaya was hesitant, knowing his shihakusho robe was something that a captain always took pride in. Then again, it was just a small thread, and he REALLY wanted to get rid of this distraction. Eventually he pulled the thread out, and used it to tie his hair back in a smallish rattail. Satisfied he continued with his work, though every now and then he could feel the rattail tickling along his neck. For a few more minutes he worked, but again he quickly found the data boring, made worse by the cramping his hands were receiving from all the writing. "Maybe I need a break," he figured as he stretched out his longer elegant fingers, glancing a little at the perfectly manicured fingers. For a moment he gazed at them, impressed at how flawless they looked. He got out of his seat and as he stretched, he felt unsteady. He caught himself at his desk, which appeared shorter than before. 'Was it always that short?' he thought, as he noticed his uniform felt a little snug. Even his hakama pants appeared to reveal a little more of his calves than usual. "Looks like I'll need a new uniform," he murmured to no one, though secretly pleased at the prospect of becoming taller. His stomach rumbled, prompting him to get something to eat. He eyed a small cupboard which he knew was his private pantry and decided to take a gander. At first glance he saw a large, opaque bottle lying at the corner which he didn't remember being there before. "Rangiku!" he sighed, fishing the sake bottle out of the pantry. He was set to throw it away, but then figured that he might leave the bottle on the table for now and then scold her about her alcohol-hiding habits later. Putting the bottle aside, his eyes eventually came across a couple of riceballs that he had saved for lunch. He then took them back to his desk and took a bite out of one, only to question its taste. He then took one more gander at his pantry and figured that maybe he could find something to compliment his lunch. Back at the pantry, he started to search for toppings. A small bottle of soy sauce and some dried seaweed looked fine but it didn't feel satisfying enough. He eyed a bowl of his favourite snack, amanatto, which he felt was a weird choice, but on an impulse took it anyway. Then he saw the jar of Miso. And the pickles. And even the jar of dried persimmon which he was sure Rangiku left for herself, but took anyway out of curiosity. Soon, half the pantry's contents were sprinkled or rolled within the two balls of rice. Despite the strange texture somehow the weird mish-mash of flavours actually worked for his palette. If anything the only concern running through his mind was how much weight was his slim body going to gain from eating that. Licking his lips, he absently wiped his mouth on his sleeve and felt something near his mouth. A chill ran through his mind...that wasn't there before! He rushed to his basin mirror to check it out. When he arrived at the mirror he noticed a tiny, reddish bump poking from one side of his mouth... "A pimple? Coldsore?" he puzzled, his voice coming out a little wrong, so he coughed. Normally these wouldn't bother him, but he did consider getting Rangiku's concealer (bought from a previous mission to the World of the living) a lot quicker than anticipated. The more he examined it though, the more he thought the bump was darkening. "Mole?" he guessed again, as he picked at the spot. He sighed in relief. It was strange he suddenly had a mole, but on the other hand, at least he didn't have to pop anything. If anything, the mole gave him a very distinguished appearance. He was going to resume work, but he soon figured that he could freshen a little as long as he was here. To be extra sure he cleaned his face, which felt smoother than he remembered. He then thought his lips felt a little cracked, so he found some lip balm (another thing Rangiku had bought from the world of the living) that had been lying near the basin and applied it to his lips. A couple of swirls did the trick and when he pressed them together, they felt very soft. Actually, they looked a lot more luscious than before...a small part of him would've thought swollen. In fact, as long as he was paying attention to his reflection for once, even with his light blond hair tied in a shoulder-length ponytail he couldn't help but think he would look good as a model with these gentle, maturing looks he was now sporting. Even his scowl was now looking a lot more like a pout. Soon the lure of his paperwork continued to worry him so he returned to his desk, though not as enthusiastic as he was before. Again he tried to start reading, but barely a paragraph in he still felt bored by what he was reading. Worse still, an irritation had randomly attacked at his chest. Whilst he initially tried to ignore it, within minutes he couldn't go 5 seconds without scratching it. "Damn it!" he muttered, before he opened up his Shihakusho to see what was troubling him. Strangely, there was no rash, but his nipples did look very red. However, what had slipped his mind was how sparse his chest hair had become. It was already sparse to begin with, but most was now floating down onto the carpet, having been scratched off moments before. Realizing he couldn't work like this, he decided to leave his Shihakusho open altogether, leaving his captain's haori, and his undershirt off as not to interfere with the breeze. He even decided to take the sash holding his zanpukto off just for comfort reasons, though he was careful to leave it on the desk where he could see it. As it turned out, the adjustments were actually an improvement. Every now and then one nipple would rub against his Shihakusho, but now it felt less irritable. Again he tried writing notes, but even that got a bit boring. He leaned back in his chair a little, not noticing that his feet were now touching the floor, or that the wind was whispering against his half-exposed calves. He wondered if he really had to do it today... "No," he reminded himself. "I need to do it now so I can rest later." With this motivation in mind, he continued to try studying, but it was becoming harder and harder to focus. The words on the page blurred, and his mouth stifled a mewing yawn. "So tiring." His voice rasped a little, prompting a cough. Now that he thought of it, his throat DID feel pretty rough. He wondered if it was a flu that was going about. That would explain the fatigue. Once more he abandoned his desk and stretched a little, feeling the odd joint pop and kink into place. Maybe it was just him but the room didn't feel as big as last time. He eyed the pitcher of water. He was in the process of pouring a glass when his eye caught sight of the sake bottle on the table. To be honest, he always abstained from alcohol. However, there was such a sweet aroma from the sake bottle- how it smelt sweet, he wasn't sure- that he felt allured to it. He plucked the bottle, noting that from the lightness inside, there wasn't much sake left. "I shouldn't really..." he reminded himself, but his willpower was failing. There was this sudden curiosity to try it and the more he was stalling, the more his throat was parched. "A little won't hurt..." he figured after a tug of war with his mind. "I can always drink water to balance it out". With caution, a little was poured into the glass. Again he sniffed, the aroma more potent than last time. "Here goes" he cleared his throat at how raspy it was sounding, before downing the drink in a single gulp. At first it was bitter on his tongue, but soon it glided down his throat, slowly burning away the roughness. "WOOO!" he had to gag at the surprise sensations as his coughs became lighter. Quickly he poured more of the stuff into the glass just to chase it down. He took a few gasps of breath, and coughed a couple more times. Finally a breathy soprano escaped his lips "Wow...that packs a wallop!" he mused, eying the bottle. He thought about one more sip, but unfortunately there was no more. "Awwww," his voice whined, but he shrugged. Served him right for drinking the stuff. He poured himself some more water and went back to the desk. By the time he got back to his desk, his chest felt very strange. It wasn't irritated anymore, but now it was sort of...bouncy. He did a brief examination and found small fatty deposits poking out. Immediately he knew this was out of place, but again his mind somehow found a rational explanation. They must have swollen up from whatever allergic reaction had caused the irritation before. It was a little embarrassing to have such a thing happen, but at the same time, he didn't want his chest to feel too restrained, so his shirt became partially open. It didn't exactly bother him that it looked like his exposed chest was completely smooth, nor that the small lumps were starting to press and tent against his shihakusho. It somehow felt better to him. With a delicate hand he picked up a pen, but by this point it just didn't feel into it. It only took one sentence for his yawn to come back. "Oh damn...maybe I shouldn't have drunken that sake," he yawned in a sultry voice and slouched back in the seat. What further annoyed him was that now his hakama was making him uncomfortable, as the belt cinched into his hips. He adjusted the belt a little before he thought about what to do next. "Maybe I shouldn't do ALL the work today," he reasoned. "I should do half the work and then do the rest tomorrow." Liking this new idea, he once again tried to study, this time ignoring every yawn that protested out of his mouth. However, whilst he did slug his way through a few more reports, everything else was conspiring to stop him. Twice more his belt had to be adjusted as it dug into his pelvis, whilst the irritation had spread to his legs, causing him to rub them together. His swollen chest continued to protrude outwards under his shirt, to the point he had to adjust his Shihakusho to give them more room. His seat somehow felt weird and no matter how much he shuffled, it felt a lot more cushier than he remembered. On top of all this, he had kicked off his sandals as they just felt too small and uncomfortable on his feet. Finally, after 15 minutes of delayed study, he had enough. He stopped and undid his belt, only to find his hakama still felt snug on him, and were almost exposing his knees. Giving an annoyed grunt, he undid his hakama and was surprised to find out that he had to squeeze his rear out of that thing. Maybe that sandwich HAD affected his figure. "Not to self, more exercise less snacking," he mentally told himself as the hakama finally fell down his glossy legs. He rubbed his roundish derriere and moaned, wondering how he'd gained so much water weight. "Captain-I..." Hitsugaya froze at the sound of the man who had just entered the room. It was a subordinate of his. Whilst his name didn't matter, what did matter was that he had just walked into the room unexpected whilst Hitsugaya was in the middle of changing, and wearing nothing but a smallish Shihakusho which was starting to show some generous cleavage. At first he felt embarrassed about being seen like this, and then angry at the man for staring at him. "Oh-sorry Miss, I didn't know," the man uttered. "I'll come back again later..." "MIND YOUR BUSINESS!" Hitsugaya screamed back, causing the man to duck out of the room. There was something strange about the man's reaction that didn't fit right with him and after a few seconds later however that it came to him: a feeling of appreciation. He actually smirked that someone had gawked at his body without flinching, for it was the sign that he was pretty. Then again, one more look at his blossoming cleavage made him question his doubt. After all, he did have a killer body, didn't he? He did sit back in his seat but by this point, he didn't really feel like working. A part of him was disappointed, until he looked over at what he'd done, and was surprised to find that he actually did quite a bit. Sure it wasn't ALL the work he needed to do, but it was a good start. For now though, he just wanted to rest. With a relieved smile, he undid his hair tie, allowing long strands of daisy yellow locks to cascade over his shoulders. "Now for some ME time." He gave a smile and laid back on the couch. As he struggled to get comfortable, he couldn't help but rest his eyes on his chest once more. He couldn't help but think that the mounds were bigger. They were threatening to burst out of his shirt, just about spilling into cleavage. He gently squeezed one in his hand and cooed a little at the sensations. "These are starting to get a little heavy." His hand absently rubbed on one. "Anymore and I might suffocate on these!" He jested, wondering why that line sounded eerily familiar...of course, Rangiku! "I have to apologize for my rudeness before," he thought. "It was just a little work, after all." He continued to cup his breasts in amazement, wondering how many men would desire these babies. Just when as he tried to think why that line of thinking sounded off, an uncomfortable sensation developed in his groin. He tried re-arranging his legs, and squirmed in his seat. Little by little, the discomfort was going away, the remains of his crotch shrivelling more and more. If anything the sensation felt pleasant, and before long he had arched his back to feel a pleasant popping from inside. "OOOOH!" He didn't know what that was but it felt good. Again he squirmed and this time felt a lot better, as if one or two intrusions weren't being squashed by his silky thighs. His underwear felt a little loose, so another adjustment managed to calm him down even more. Unconsciously, he placed a hand on a swollen breast, feeling it pulse between his fingers. For a moment he thought it was continuing to swell underneath, and a strange riding up sensation was attacking his crotch. For a moment he thought about re-adjusting his undergarments, but soon drowsiness kicked in. "So...tired," was all he could say before he fell asleep, his breasts continuing to inflate out of his shihakusho until they were at bursting point, like two large balloons squashed against each other. * Having not been allowed into squad 12's barracks- those guys were pretty secretive sometimes-Rangiku had spent most of the day wondering what was going on with Hitsugaya. She wanted to go check, but every time she considered it, the more she thought about her captain's reaction. It was nearly dusk when she decided to check up on her captain, her heart beating with excitement over what had happened. *KNOCK KNOCK* To her surprise though, a feminine, yet familiar voice yawned on the other side. "Yes?" For a moment there was silence, before Rangiku answered, "Ugh...captain Hitsugaya?" "Yeah, what do you want Rangiku?" The voice yawned a little more. "Doors open." The sliding door opened and Rangiku peeked in, her face in surprise. "C-Captain? Is that you?" Rangiku's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when she saw what appeared to be her twin sister on the couch, wearing a very skimpy shihakusho that displayed her voluptuous assets. All around the floor, her captain's clothes and zanpukto were scattered. She could've dismissed this as some weird prank, expect she knew her captain was never the sort for such things, and she could easily sense Hitsugaya's spiritual pressure on her. "Yes Liuetennant?" Rangiku's mirror image rubbed at her strawberry blonde hair. "And please, call me Hitsumoto." "Hitsu-moto?" Rangiku was still recovering from the initial shock. "What are you looking at?" 'Hitsumoto' started touching her face. "Do I have something on my face?" Rangiku realized she had been staring at the woman without a blink. "Oh, not really..." 'Hitsumoto' seemed relieved. "Thank goodness! I thought I had developed another pimple! Don't scare me like that!" Rangiku wasn't sure what to make of this copycat before her so she decided to humour her "So, captain...you don't feel any...strange?" 'Hitsumoto' looked down at her massive cleavage and giggled, cupping one of her breasts. "Why yes. It seems I've become bigger." Then with a sly smirk she added, "Are you jealous, Rangiku?" Rangiku was taken aback a little. "No, not really. Anything else looking a bit strange?" Her doppelganger got onto her feet, which was done with a little effort because of her enhancements. "Now that you mention it" she mewed whilst stretching. "I feel very relaxed now. I was sure I felt cramped this morning. And I had a migraine...Must have been that paperwork making me feel this way, because I took a nap and now I'm fresh as a daisy!" "Yes, paperwork" Rangiku still couldn't believe what she was seeing. She wanted her captain to be more laid back, but she wasn't expecting THIS! Everything about her captain was exactly like Rangiku, if not similar. Even Hitsugaya's blue eyes were now more sincerely alluring than icy cold. Then there was the whole issue on how she was going to tell this woman before her that she wasn't always like this? She wasn't even sure if this woman KNEW who she used to be, and was too afraid to ask, thinking the Hitsugaya of old would come out and berate her at any minute. However, Hitsumoto disrupted her thoughts. "Anyway. I got most of it done, but right now I feel like a drink. Wanna come?" "Come?" Rangiku was surprised by the gesture. The Hitsugaya of old would never be like this. In fact, was there any of Hitsugaya left? Come to think of it, she didn't even know how long Hitsugaya would be stuck like this. The pill's effects were still unknown, and if the other captains found out... ...then again, she always wanted a drinking partner that thought on her level...and she could always figure out a way to turn him back to normal later. Eventually Squad 12 was sure to have an answer to her worries anyway. "Ok." The blonde found herself nodding at her twin, whose lips curled into a gleeful smile. "Good!" her captain squealed. "But first I need a change of clothes." She gestured at her skimpy attire. "I mean, I like to show off, but a captain needs to look respectable, am I right?" Rangiku found herself nodding and putting an arm around her twin "O-of course! You gotta leave those men wanting more!" She then guided Hitsumoto to her quarters, a night of drinking awaiting the two... * ...Hitsugaya woke up the next morning with a splitting headache, unaware that the Hogyoku pill's effects had worn off in his system. His mind was very fuzzy after last afternoon, but for some reason he remembered two large globes on his chest. Just as he pondered about that strange memory, he felt like his shihakusho was very large on him. It didn't take long until he realized why: it wasn't even his. It was especially loose in the front...almost like something Rangiku would wear... His eyesight becoming clearer, he looked around the room and almost gasped at the sight of half a dozen dishevelled shinigami unconscious in drunken stupors around him. Amongst them was Rangiku, who lied on the floor giddily, her cleavage exposed as usual. "You show'em, Shiro!" she slurred unconsciously. At the sight at the den of debauchery around him, he wanted to scream at her for putting him in this mess. But for some reason, some little part of his mind told him not now...especially with the hangover he had. Instead he sighed and quietly walked out, wondering what his fellow captains would say about this. With fears of his reputation on his mind, he thought that maybe 'surprising' Rangiku with the remaining paperwork from last night was a better option. * BLURB A little honest here when I say this is not a permanent return to fanfic stuff. I might do the occasional tg fic with anime characters, but I would also like some original stuff thrown for good measure. I only wrote this because Kerina suggested I get it out of my system. Anyway, for a while now I have LOVED the possibility of a skinny or small kid/guy blossoming into the curvaceous form of Rangiku, even better when the character is the polar opposite of Rangiku personality wise. Amongst those characters (including- shock horror- Shinji from Evangelion) is her captain Hitsugaya. Hitsugaya especially became a possibility after Cluedog drew a sequence of such a thing happening. Whilst I'm not the first person to write such a thing, I wanted to give it a shot myself, so apologies in advance if it feels like someone elses work. Hope you enjoy regardless.