Panther Cub

I can make no promises if I will be done with the story by then, but I am going to give it an honest shot!

Hehehehe, i drew inspiration not only from Dexter, as well as American Psycho, but also from some of my other all-time favorite horror movies!

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I remember reading something like that too! And Amazons freaked out about it. Hehehehe That's the one!

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He will make quite the splash in Amazonian society, when all is settled and done! I don't know what that all means, but I'm glad that you are enjoying it!

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Hey there, readers! I'm super-DUPER excited to be able to bring to you this new chapter! That is because I am also posting the first chapter to a short, new project, Little Monster. It's a Diaper Dimension story that is a bit different from most other DD stories, in that it is a darker story, but still with plenty of padded fun. But I don't expect it to be for everyone. Since the Spooooooooky Season is once again upon us, I decided to dip my toes into the horror genre! Basically, it's my answer to a question that popped into my head. What would happen if a serial killer was transported to the Diaper Dimension? So if gratuitous violence is not your thing, no worries, there will still be plenty of my regular cute and fun padded content available to read. Tracey's Story (Chapter 13) by Panther Cub Tracey yawned and stretched in her crib. She looked over and saw Felicity, bringing a smile to her lips behind her green binky. She pulled the stuffed dragon into a hug while she quietly made nuk-nuk-nuk sounds. Tracey used her free paw to rub her eyes and looked down at herself. She was wearing a lime green legless onesie, her pink blankie partially kicked off. Turning her gaze upwards, she saw her mobile dangling above, framed by her crib. She felt extra excited today, and sat up with a yawn. "There's Daddy's princess," Paul said upon entering. He was holding a baby bottle in his hand. Tracey reached out with her arms, her tummy starting to rumble. Paul scooped her up into his arms, letting her take her baba, after quickly removing her binky. As Tracey nursed her MS Tigress formula, Paul set her down on the changing table, unbuttoning the snaps of her onesie. With the sounds of the tapes of her very sodden diaper being torn open, Tracey remembered that she wasn't supposed to be enjoying this babyish treatment. As her legs were lifted and the wet diaper was slit out from under her, she tried to look indifferent... or as indifferent as one could be while sucking on a baby bottle. "We have a little surprise, sweetie," Paul said, grabbing some wipes and setting about cleaning his big cub. "A suhpwise?" Tracey asked around her bottle. "Yup! Mommy and I got home after your bedtime, and Nora said that you were a little angel. So we called up your friend Lyra's Mommy and Daddy, and we set up a playdate for you today!" With a fresh diaper now under Tracey's upturned bottom, her tail secured in the hole in the back, Paul began the dusting of the baby powder. "A pwaydate? I'm notta baybee," Tracey said, quickly resuming nursing her baba. As much as she hated to admit it, the formula tasted just so good. Paul chuckled as he taped the diaper shut. "I didn't say that you were, princess. But from the reports from your teachers, you've been interacting more with other kids in the daycare, and made some new friends. It'll be good to socialize with your new friends over at Lyra's house, don't you think?" Tracey mulled it over, sitting up and removing her baba to raise her arms so Daddy could pull her onesie off. He put it in the hamper and reached into the closet, looking around a bit. Tracey sighed as she saw she was already halfway done with her bottle. The more she thought it over, the more fun it sounded like it would be, rather than just stay home for the weekend, coloring in her coloring books and watching TV. If nothing else it could be a change of pace. "'Kay, Daddy." "That's wonderful, my little kitten," Paul said excitedly, holding up two outfits. One was a pink sundress with a straw hat, the other was a sailor onesie with a blue detachable skirt. "So which outfit would you like to try today?" Tracey thought it over, before pointing to the sailor outfit. She reasoned that the hemline of the dress was so short, her diaper would be in view of anyone who cared to look. But the skirt of the onesie looked like it could actually hide her diaper better. "Excellent choice, Kitten." Very quickly, Tracey was dressed, settled on Paul's hip, and carried down the stairs. Tracey was set down in her playpen in the living room and handed the remote. Tracey finished her remote while channel surfing. She paused upon an episode of Red's Hints, which was an MS-educational show about a moose host named Jim, and the red animated cartoon feral cat, named Red. In each episode Jim would hunt for hints as to what Red was trying to tell him, said hints being obvious with a bright red kitty paw print, and then Jim would sketch them in his trusty, rusty, notebook. "Alright kids," Jim said, adjusting his horizontally striped red and darker red long sleeved shirt, "we've found all of Red's hints. We found the two missing periodic elements! We found Iron, which is (Fe) under the iron. And then we found Sulfur, which is (S), which was next to the bottle of laundry detergent. And finally, we have the plus symbol, which means that Red wanted us to combine these elements. So we add the reactants together to get what product?" After a beat, there were some children's voices yelling out the answer. "Iron Sulfate!" Tracey giggled and clapped her paws, feeling excited even though she hadn't been watching from the beginning. Red's Hints was her second favorite new MS-educational show, her favorite being Nora the Traveler. She hated to admit she actually had fun watching them as they were just the same as the pre-school versions of these shows but made to teach high school MSers. With her bottle finished, Tracey slipped her binky back in and hugged Felicity close. She let out a squeak of surprise when she was cooped up by Laura, the older lioness happily nuzzling her cub and turning off the TV. "It's time for your playdate, Tracey!" Laura bounced Tracey in her arms, giving her diaper a check. "A little damp but we don't have to worry about any leaks yet." Tracey rested her head on her Mommy's shoulder, feeling her back being rubbed. She felt so nervous about this playdate, in addition to the embarrassment of the whole situation. Sensing her daughter's reluctance, Laura smiled and shifted Tracey into a cradled position, starting to rock her. "Don't worry, baby, I'm sure that you are going to have so much fun with your new friends." Tracey said nothing and instead continued to suck on her binky, wondering yet again just why Mommy was strong enough to cradle her like this. "Alright, ladies," Paul said, coming back down the stairs, the diaperbag slung over one shoulder. "I just double-checked and made sure that Tracey's diaper bag has everything she needs just in case. A bottle of juice, some of those miniature cheesy koi fish crackers, spare Snuggies, of course, some wipes, some powder, a clean outfit, some toys, a couple of spare binkies, some new coloring books and crayons, oh and a bib." The lion reached over and rubbed Tracey's head. "Never know just what kind of a mess our little princess will make." He and Laura shared a kiss, Tracey being held in between them, rolling her eyes while sucking her binky. Soon enough, Tracey was safely strapped into her carseat and given her tablet to watch as they rode. "So, Tracey," Paul started from the driver's seat as they pulled out. "We've been talking with Lyra's mommy and daddy, and they said that it would be okay for you two to have a sleepover sometime." Tracey blushed again, but also felt that a sleepover with Lyra could be kinda fun, depending on just how babied they would be for it. "Dat founds nife," Tracey lisped around her binky. They continued on in affable silence, Tracey looking up from her tablet to see the passing scenery. She began to notice that they were entering one of the nicer, wealthier neighborhoods. It was when they pulled onto a property with a large fountain, sitting in front of a two-story manor, that Tracey realized that Nora was wealthy. She looked around and saw perfectly neat and tidy topiaries, all in spherical shapes. The lawn was a lush green, with several flower beds dotting it, islands of bright pastel colors in a sea of green. Tracey rode on Laura's hip as the family walked up the steps to the dark oak front door, Paul carrying the diaper bag again and ringing the doorbell. They didn't have to wait long before an older female arctic vixen answered the door. "Laura! Paul!" The vixen's tail wagged as she greeted the family, making Tracey giggle a bit, as she seemed about as excitable as Lyra acted once she had gotten past her embarrassment, suggesting that this is where the younger vixen got it from. Suddenly, Tracey's field of vision was taken up by a snowy-white face with a smiling muzzle and glinting purple eyes. "And this little cutie must be little Tracey! It's so nice to meet you, honey! I'm Myra, Lyra's Mommy! She has told me so much about you! I'll bet that you just can't wait to get to playing with your friends!" Tracey felt a bit nervous and curled up against her Mommy's side a bit, holding up Felicity to try and hide her face. This was met with a chuckle and some coos, as well as a gentle headpat. They were led through the foyer, which was adorned with a lot of Zimi sculptures, and through a very large living room with a playpen much like Tracey's set up in it. Past that, the family was led to some sliding glass doors and out into the backyard. Tracey's ears perked up at the sounds of excited squeals and peeked out to see Lyra and the others were running around and climbing all over a giant orange and blue play structure. It had tunnels, rope bridges, slides, and Tracey wasn't certain but she could have sworn that there was also a ball pit inside. Travis, the brown wolf boy, was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a yellow t-shirt as he scrambled up one of the robe bridges. Right behind him was the pink-scaled alligator girl, Bethy, using only one hand to climb as her free hand was cuddling her plush kitten. She was wearing a bright pink set of overalls and a white t-shirt underneath. Tiffany, the eagle girl, flapped her wing-arms as she went down a slide, her white sundress hiking up to reveal the Wuvs with the purple leg guards. "Oh goodness," Laura said as she took in the sight of the play structure. Next to it was a sandbox with turquoise-colored sand, a picnic table, a swingset, and even a treehouse that, while not too far off the ground, was connected to the play structure via a rope bridge. "I know. My husband, Jackson, owns a company that designs, makes, and sells MSer playground equipment," Myra said. Tracey was still in awe as she was set down by her Mommy, her padded bottom given a loving pat. The tigress took a couple of steps forward, when a green and white blur bowled her over. She came to a stop with Lyra, clad in only a forest green t-shirt and her matching Pawpers, sitting on her chest, said diaper crinkling wildly as her tail wagged happily. "Hi, Tracey!" Lyra leaned down and gave her friend a hug. Tracey started to giggle and reflexively hugged back. Lyra really was a stark contrast now compared to her general sour and bleak attitude when they had first met. "Hi, Wywa," Tracey said, blushing before spitting out her binky, knowing that since it was clipped on a lanyard that it wouldn't get far. "Wanna play in the ball pit?" Lyra asked, getting up and pulling Tracey to her feet. The large kitten giggled and nodded, her heart racing with excitement all of a sudden. Lyra let out a yip and started sprinting off, a slight waddle to her gait. Tracey gave chase without thinking, all the while the parents watched. "I'm just so happy that our little girl has started to make some friends," Laura said to Myra as they watched the kids all start playing in the ball pit. Paul nodded in agreement. "When she was first diagnosed, Tracey was just so dead-set against doing anything she thought of as childish or babyish. I was a little worried about her being in denial about her diagnosis." "Lyra was the same way," Myra said sympathetically. "Jackson and I, we wanted to make her transition so much easier, hence why we hired a nanny who was experienced with MSers. Don't get me wrong, Lyra loves Jasmine, and Jasmine adores Lyra, but she just seemed so unhappy, and nothing made her happy. Once she finally gave up on re-potty-training, we started to see our happy little girl again." Inside the play structure, having to crawl on her hands and knees, Tracey followed Lyra through some twists and turns. The colorful tunnels seemed much more intricate than they did when she had first looked at them. Indeed, it was becoming quite the maze. "Lyra, how do you keep from getting lost in here?" Tracey asked. "I draw maps," Lyra said simply while pulling out a folded piece of paper that had the interior of the complex tube paths drawn on it. Lyra turned to look back at Tracey with a smile. "The tunnels can easily be disassembled and reassembled in new ways. This was Daddy's own design! Every week he and Mommy and Nanny change it all up! Well, after they wash it and the ballpit. Since it's all plastic it's super easy to clean and sterilize!" "Oh wow," Tracey said while they resumed their journey. They rounded a bend and came face to face with Travis and Bethy. Travis was wagging his tail while Bethy was sucking her thumb. "Hey, Lyra, hey, Tracey," Travis said, bouncing on his hands and knees, "funny running into you here." "Imma show Tracey the ballpit!" Lyra chirped, her own tail resuming wagging to the point of blur-dome. "YAY! Me and Bethy were just lookin' for it... but I think I got us lost..." "Again," Bethy said, peeking at Tracey over her kitten. At that, Travis just rubbed the back of his head while smiling sheepishly. "Hey, it coulda happened to anyone, unless they were our professional explorer and cartographer." Travis pointed to Lyra, who only giggled while Bethy rolled her eyes a bit. "C'mon then, it's this way!" Lyra said, consulting her map. Travis and Bethy moved aside to let Lyra and Tracey go past them, before they turned around to follow right behind. They took two lefts at two seperate forks, came out into a yellow plastic square room with holes to the outside like a block of cheese. Lyra went up to one of the larger holes which had a slide attachment, and got in, sliding down inside the structure. Looking through the hole, Tracey saw that Lyra went down in a single spiral that deposited her into a rainbow-colored pit of plastic balls. The vixen giggled and pretended to be swimming. "Huh, none of the cheese slides ever led to the ballpit before," Travis said, just before Bethy giggled and flicked one of his ears. Tracey joined in the giggles as she went down the slide, letting out a shriek of delight as she landed next to Lyra, bouncing around in the plastic balls. They got out of the way as Travis came down next, followed by Bethy. Travis started trying to juggle the balls, with mixed results, as Bethy pretended to swim. Tracey was shocked to see that the ballpit went up past her shoulders. Lyra dove under the balls only to jump back up in a colorful eruption. There was a squeal that caused the four to look up in time to see Tiffany coming down the slide. "There you guys are," she said, a happy smile on her beak. "This is just amazing, Lyra!" Tracey exclaimed. "Aww, thanks, Tracey!" Lyra dove back under the balls and, a few seconds later, jumped up behind the surprised tigress to give her a big hug. The five continued to play in the ballpit for a bit longer, before they started to move on as a group with Lyra leading the way to her treehouse. The interior was pirate-themed, with pop-gun cannons that fired soft foam balls from the "deck". There were also bean bag chairs, plenty of toys, including some foam swords that led to an impromptu sword fight, and even a crow's nest. Soon, they were called in for lunch and diaper changes, in Lyra, Travis, and Tracey's cases, they were much-needed. Tracey blushed a bit when her Daddy unrolled a changing mat right there on the grass and set about cleaning her up, but she felt a little better when Myra did the same for Lyra. "Sorry about being late, Myra, but traffic got a little hectic," a new voice called out. Tracey looked up as her new diaper was being taped on to see a very large motherly-looking grizzly bear in a soft pink sweater and jeans came walking out carrying a picnic basket. Trailing right behind her was Nora, who was wearing a denim jacket over a black tank top with a red heart in the center and a pleated black and red skirt. "It's absolutely no problem, Jasmine," Myra said, cleaning Lyra up with some wipes. "In fact, you and Nora arrived at just the right time to help us get the last two little stinkers all changed." Tracey noticed that her Mommy was changing Tiffany's diaper, using a green diaper bag she hadn't noticed before. The eagle girl was happily sucking her feathery-thumb as her legs were raised for the powder to be dusted on. "Right away Mrs. Janus," Nora said, her usual peppy self making Tracey smile a bit. The doe smiled brightly as she waved to Tracey, who waved back and watched as Nora took Travis' paw in her hoof and led him over to a bright blue diaper bag sitting next to the bench of the picnic table. The large bear woman beamed down at the kitten. "It's nice to finally meet you, Tracey," Jasmine said, setting down the picnic basket on the table and ruffling her headfur. "It's nice to finally meet you." Jasmine then grabbed the red diaper bag by the table and motioned for Bethy to come to her, which the alligator girl did, her waddle much more pronounced. With everyone cleaned up and hands washed and sanitized, the MS teens were soon sat down at the picnic table, each one with a bib tied around their necks, Nora seeing to that. The adults talked some more while the doe started setting paper plates in front of her five charges, humming as she doted on them. She opened the picnic basket to reveal boxes of personal pan pizzas from Little Silas'. Nora served the small pre-sliced pizzas to each of the kids. "We decided on a lunch where you guys wouldn't have to worry about utensils, I know that they can be tricky for some," she said, giving the shy Bethy a wink. Bethy blushed and giggled, hugging her kitten. Tracey recalled seeing the alligator girl having problems using the plastic forks and spoons when sitting in one of the available highchairs during lunchtime in class. "Thank you, Nora," Bethy said in a quiet voice, while Travis started to pant in excitement, his tongue lolling out a bit from his muzzle, while his tail became a single helicopter blade spinning behind him. He was looking at the pizza in front of him. "Well you are just so welcome, sweetie-pie," Nora said, giving Bethy a hug. She did the same after adjusting Tiffany's bib. She then reached back into the picnic basket and pulled out some sippi-cups, with little plastic caps over the spouts that she was quick to pull off, setting them down next to each plate. Tracey took a swig before digging into her own pizza and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was strawberry juice. She couldn't help the happy purr as she was hugged by Nora as well. "They're just getting along so well," Laura said from where the adults stood, watching the MSers interact. "It's so cute!" "I know! And Tracey is just a little sweetheart! No wonder she and Lyra became such fast friends! We absolutely need to schedule future playdates," Myra gushed. "Ken and Marcy informed me that Tiffany has a birthday coming up, and they were planning on throwing her a party in the park," Jasmine chimed in, not letting the little ones out of her sight while also internally praising Nora for her attentiveness. That girl just might have Tursk's Syndrome, Jasmine thought to herself. She had had her suspicions from previous interactions, but with how she was doting on Lyra and Tracey, still giving the others the attention and care they needed, it was becoming more and more certain. "I'm sure our little princess would love to go," Paul said, now thinking about Tracey's own upcoming birthday, before a memory sparked in his mind. "Oh that's right. She and her team have a track meet coming up. This will be the first official one since her diagnosis." "Oh! I just know that Lyra would love to go and show her friend support! Hopefully the other parents will also agree," Myra's tail started to wag as she watched Nora using a paper towel to wipe some extra sauce and cheese from between Travis' eyes, the wolf boy squirming a bit as he desperately tried to get his tongue to reach and lick it off instead. Travis leaned a little too far back and fell off and landed on his back on the grass. While he seemed unhurt, Nora was all over him, checking for boo boos and planting a kiss to the back of his head, which just made the wolf boy blush and smile, while the other MSers giggled at his silly antics. Tracey, with some sauce and cheese around her own lips and down her chin a bit, felt happy. She knew she should be mortified to be babied at her age, to have had her diaper changed in front of others, to be acting so immaturely, but she was surprised to find that she wasn't. They all had their diapers changed where they could all see, and have been having them changed in the Daycare previously. They all were acting infantiley. And they were all just having fun. Tracey didn't ponder this for long, as now it was her turn to be squirmy as Nora used another paper towel on her. And there it is, folks! I really hope that you enjoyed the chapter as much as I did writing it! Please consider leaving a comment or review!

WARNING! READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING!!! ACTS OF VIOLENCE AND GORE DESCRIBED!!! This story is indeed a Diaper Dimension story, but it's a bit different from ones you are probably used to. To summarize but hopefully not spoil, after reading so many stories with exceptionally cruel amazons, with so many different little (and the occasional tweener) protagonists, themselves and others, suffering at the hands of such amazons, I found myself wondering something. What if there was a little serial killer? Yes I know with the technology and nanites and hypnosis and whatnot that the amazons largely have at their disposal, as well as the obvious size and strength difference, that a little harming them, or at least more than one, seems pretty far-fetched in these stories about a race of babying giants from another dimension and their super-advanced sci-fi tech. I just wanted to give a heads up that there is going to be violence involved, from someone who LOVES horror movies and the horror genre in general. There will still be PLENTY of the amazon babying humiliation goodness, just with the extra horror aspect added in. If anyone is triggered by described acts of violence, I have another DD story that might be more suitable, Little Survivor, not to mention the many other DD stories available out there that are not as... bloody as this one is. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy... Little Monster! Little Monster (Prologue) by Panther Cub "So what do you think happened?" Detective Roberts heard his partner, Detective Melissa Alvarez, ask from the passenger seat. He had just shown his badge to the security guard at the gate to the gated community that they were entering, Brookshire Estates, an ever familiar pit forming in his gut. "The Chief's been missing for two days, and then a little while ago a neighbor called in having heard screams coming from his house. That's all we know," Roberts said, his gut saying otherwise. "The Chief would at least call in or something," Alvarez said. The radio cackled to life, informing the two that backup was on the way, as another unit had just pulled up to the gate. It was then that Roberts pulled into the familiar two-story upper-class suburban dream. He noticed that the lawn was starting to look a little shaggy. Roberts took note that it's definitely been longer than three days since the grass was cut, and Chief Alexander was nothing if not meticulous about his lawn. The pit in the detective's gut doubled in size. "Well, they did just recently adopt, and new Littles can be quite the handful," he said, more to himself than to his partner. She looked about as unconvinced as he did. They got out just as their backup arrived. Roberts led the way, ready to knock on the front door and hoping to find a sleepless older man, looking disheveled and unshaven, with a story about the new little keeping them up or maybe even trying to escape. Instead, he found that the door was already open. "Hello? Clancey? Bonnie?" There was no answer, and so he called out again. He spotted a red smear on the white doorframe, and his heart skipped a beat. "Blood." With the probable cause they needed he and his partner entered, guns out, with the officers right behind them. From the entryway there was a clear line of sight to the dining room. There was a new blue with white trim high chair sitting next to the large oak table. Roberts and Alvarez quickly walk around the ground floor, finding all the doors and windows locked, nothing looking out of place. With the officers staying on the ground floor, calling in another unit, the detectives headed upstairs. Halfway up, they stopped. On the banister, near the floor, was a bloody handprint, as though someone had been laying on the floor, gripping it. Looking a little closer, Roberts could see indentations from fingernails. "Oh my god," Alvarez said, looking past the bannister in sickened shock. Roberts looked, his stomach clenching. Blood, tiny droplets like a fine red mist had been sprayed, and small pools of it splashed all about in the hall just past the top of the stairs. Even up on the ceiling. Immediately Melissa was on her radio calling in more backup. With confirmation, they continued onwards. Amidst the rest were splotches and drag marks leading right to the master bedroom. Looking inside, Roberts was reminded of a horror movie. The hallway had been bad, but the master bedroom was much worse. There, laying in the bed was Bonnie. Her face had been bludgeoned to a pulp, with a small hammer laying right next to her. Oh god... did the Chief do this? I know that he and Bonnie had been having problems before the adoption, but this... no, no assumptions. Roberts and Alvarez had both seen their fair share of homicides during their careers, so they pulled it together. Looking a little closer, Roberts saw that Clancey's side of the bed was the most disheveled, his pillows and part of the blankets and sheets on the floor, also covered in blood. He then noticed a trickling pattern of blood along with some intermittent bloody handprints on the floor, leading to the door. He looked again at Bonnie, and fought the bile that tried to come up. Her hands were at her sides, and they seemed clean. "No defensive wounds," he mumbled under his breath. Already he had a theory, even though his training taught him to reserve his judgment until further investigation yielded more clues. But he was only human, and he had seen blitz attacks. The intruder attacked them while they were sleeping... he probably gave Clancey a few whacks, being a big guy and clearly a bigger threat, before going to work on the still-sleeping Bonnie. She normally takes sleeping pills, so she could have still been out like a light. But Clancey hadn't been dead, just seriously injured, and maybe disoriented. He crawled to the door and to the stairs... when the intruder came for him next. But... there's too much blood here to just be Bonnie's... A thump in the room next door made him and Alvarez freeze. They walked back out into the hallway, just as the additional units were pulling up. On a silent count of three, Roberts pushed open the door and flicked on the lights to what appeared to be the new nursery. It was painted blue for the little boy that they had just adopted from another dimension. More blood was splashed around, but the crib was empty, or almost empty. Was this a kidnapping? Portal Littles can be worth a lot on the black market. They swept the room, before Roberts approached the crib. Inside was a very large jack in the box. He recognized it as the kind where kids and littles could put their favorite toy or stuffie inside to make pop back out with the hand crank. They could even be set to start turning their own cranks all by themselves, either on a timer or even if their sensors indicated that someone was nearby and in range. Roberts guessed he was in range, as the crank started to slowly turn. He and Alvarez heard the tune to Pop Goes the Weasel slowly started to play. The song reached its end and the lid popped open, making the two detectives flinch. Staring back at them was Clancey's head. His pale face, the slight jowls he was beginning to form, the short-cropped hair with a receding line and his red nose, staring blankly at the two detectives, his mouth hanging wide open. "Dear god," Alvarez said, sounding sick. Roberts was of the same mind. Despite all the previous grisly cases they had worked, it never got any easier, especially when the person in question was someone you had just seen and talked with recently. Roberts then noticed a piece of yellow note paper folded and stuffed inside Clancey's mouth. The paper fell out and fluttered to the floor, coming unfolded as it did and landing face up. Robert's, maintaining his composure, briefly marveled at how luck worked sometimes, before shaking his head to banish the thought. Without touching it, Roberts bent down to read it. It was written in blood. There's a surprise in the closet, it read, with a red smiley face at the bottom of the paper. Roberts nodded to his partner just as soon as she finished calling in a coroner, and stating that there were two bodies, as well as an officer down. "Some bastard did this to a cop," Roberts growled, knowing that whomever did this had to have known that they were putting a target on their backs. Alvarez went to the doorknob of the closet and, with Roberts pointing his gun at it, she opened it. There, amidst all the teddy bears and toys and outfits, was the body of the rest of the Chief. Cut into pieces, with an electric saw laying right there, drenched in blood with bits of gore still stuck in the teeth. It was then that Roberts saw some more hand prints, at the bottom of the back wall of the closer, underneath another bloody smiley face. But these prints were small, smaller than an adult's... like a child's... or a Little's. Roberts read the writing just above this second smiley face. I had a lot of fun. Let's play again sometime. "Holy hell... the Little," Roberts said, the pit in his stomach returning. That was why there was a fine spray of blood out in the hall, because a little couldn't have moved the body of an adult Amazon on their own. At least... not in one piece... he looked again at the electric saw and blanched. "What?" Alvarez said, looking inside the closet again, past the dismembered corpse of their chief. Her eyes went wide at the message and the handprints. "The portal Little they adopted... he's a murderer." (Chapter 1) "Keep those hands up," the officer snarled. His gun was out and pointed right at the man in the red hoodie, both of whose arms were in the air. His back was to the officer, yet he exuded an air of nonchalance. Detective Ash approached, her own gun in her hands. The alley was dark, lit up by red and blue flashes as well as a flickering green neon sign. Each light painting everything a different color. Just around the corner, her partner lay in a pool of his own blood while officers and paramedics saw to him. Rushing footsteps could be heard, and she breathed a sigh of relief, as additional backup was right behind them. She looked up to the officer with his gun out, noticing that it was the new kid, fresh out of the academy. Ricky, she thought his name was. His blonde hair was closely cropped, whereas hers was in a braided ponytail. He was in his uniform, while Ash was in a charcoal gray suit and tie. He was also an Amazon, as Ash was a Little. When the perp was a little, she would slap the cuffs on them during an arrest. If they were a 'Tweener or and Amazon, then her partner, David, a great hulking goliath of a man, would be the one to cuff them. Officer Ricky whatshisface looked down to her, his eyes wide that the sonofabitch was right there, in front of him. The man's face had been plastered all over the news. She saw fear in the kid's eyes, but taller than her or not, she was the superior. Ash gave him a silent nod, and with a gulp, and additional officers taking up positions with their own guns out, Ricky approached the man. He holstered his gun and got the cuffs out, quickly grabbing the perp's raised right hand. He was quick, but the man in the hoodie was quicker. He whirled around, a flash of silver painted green in the neon light, before a dark spray gushed forth from Ricky's opened neck. Ash froze, time slowed. Ricky's hands went to his slit throat, while the now faceless man in the hoodie laughed, running right towards her. Her gun went off, along with the other officers'. But instead of dropping, he kept running straight at her. Ash emptied her clip into the ever growing center mass of bright red... and then her eyes flew open. Sitting up, Ashley stretched and yawned, looking around her room. She was no longer in the dark alley, but instead in her pink and white crib, her purple dinosaur blankie still partially tucked in. She was sucking on her red binky, reluctantly finding comfort in it. Pulling back the blankie, she looked down at her bright yellow legless onesie, with the telltale bulge of her nighttime diaper hugging her waist. She pushed down on the front, the squishiness confirming she was once again wet. She then rubbed the sleep from her eyes, wondering about her dream. That hadn't been how any of what had happened gone down. Except for the parts about her partner being mortally wounded and the new kid's throat being slit. As well as the serial killer she and her partner had been hunting for over a month before cornering him in that damn warehouse. Oh, and the part when she had emptied her entire clip into him while he ran at her with a knife in hand. The sunlight drifting in through the open window feeling warm. Looking around her room, she sighed. On the one hand, she was adopted, on the other, her mommy and daddy were childhood friends of hers that had swooped in when she needed it and adopted her. She still had to be babied, between possible LPS getting involved, and Stacy's maternal instincts being apparently hard to suppress. Not that Ari was much better in that regard, what with his habit of calling her Princess. Shaking her head and brushing away her dark locks, Ash reached up and pressed the pink button at the corner bar of her crib, causing the side to slowly open. With a great big yawn, she climbed out of bed and started waddling to the door. To her left was her changing table and toy chest as well as the closet that was full of baby clothes. To her right was her computer desk with the latest, and skinniest to date, PC sitting on it, the computer itself translucent. Next to that was her cork board with names of clients and photos pinned to it, a great section showing a map of Bentwood and the surrounding areas. After the fallout from her final case in Xophta City, and the press coverage from it, Mommy and Daddy had elected to move them to this sleepy small town for a fresh start. Zephyinstan was one of the more progressive countries with how it treated its Littles like legal adults... yet here she was. Once one of the youngest, and littlest, detectives in the Xophta Police Department, now an overgrown toddler getting ready for a diaper change. What shame she had initially felt for it had slowly faded in the year since her adoption, and it had just become another part of her routine. Wake up, get changed, have her morning coffee and some breakfast, and then log into work from her own desktop. As a freelance private investigator, she could actually set her own hours. But she was a morning Little. Always had been, always would be. She didn't get far stepping out into the hall before she was scooped up and cradled into Stacy's arms. She smiled and giggled when the red-headed bombshell rubbed their noses together. "There's my special little girl, yes she is," Stacy cooed to her as she carried the smaller girl back into the nursery, laying her down on the changing table and quickly removing the onesie and the thick night time diaper. Stacy was a pro at diaper changes, and in less than a minute, Ash was wiped clean, powdered, and taped into her pink princess daytime diapers. While thick, they had nowhere near the mass of the nightime ones. Soon, Ash found a bright blue dress with puffed shoulder sleeves and a peter pan collar slipped over her head, before Stacy set about tackling her bedhead with a brush. "What's the occasion?" Ash asked, before being offered her binky and accepting it. "We're getting a new neighbor today, Sweetiepie!" Stacy said, picking up the girl and placing her on her hip. The walk downstairs to the kitchen, past all the cute family pics hanging on the wall, was uneventful. Ash was safely buckled into her orange and peach high chair, with a matching bib snapped on. She was then handed her steamy mug of coffee, with two sugars and a splash of cream stirred in, just how she liked it. Ari smiled at the two of them as he entered, adjusting his tie. He and Stacy shared a kiss, and then he kissed Ash on the forehead. Sometimes it was hard to believe that she and Daddy were the same age, and even had the same jet black hair, his reaching his shoulders, while hers was now able to reach the back of her diaper. His mischievous green eyes twinkled in delight. "I see our little Princess is enjoying her morning coffee while sitting on her special throne," he said, heading over and grabbing the plate of food he had made for himself. Stacy was a sweet person, but she could not boil an egg without messing it up horribly. Luckily Ari loved cooking. He set before Ash a big, for her, plate of the chicken omelet. Ash smiled, grabbing her plastic fork and knife and quickly digging in. "So I heard that the new neighbor is a bachelor," Ari said, setting a plate in front of where Stacy sat, finally grabbing his own. "Well, I'll bet that Sheila will be especially interested in hearing that," Stacy said, making Ari chuckle, and Ash roll her eyes. If it had a Y chromosome and could afford its own house, Sheila was on the prowl for it. "Maybe, maybe not, or at least, maybe not in the usual manner," Ari said, smiling slyly to his wife. "Oh?" "Just found out from Randy that our new neighbor is a Little." That caught Ash's attention. She looked up from her omelet to stare at Ari and see if he was trying to make a joke. It was not unheard of for Littles to own their own homes, it was just that the house purchased across the street from their own was built for Amazons. Most Littles in Bentwood stuck to small areas with houses sized for their statures. "Really? And he's buying old Mr. Mulligan's house?" Mr. Mulligan, a rather cantankerous old man, had passed away last month. While not a particularly pleasant man, he was fastidious with the upkeep of his two-story Zictorian-style house. It was white with a massive oak tree in the front yard, and even a tower. Anytime so much as a leaf from a neighbor's tree blew onto his manicured lawn, he would go on over to the offender's home and loudly berate them for it. Old Mr. Mulligan had also been very vocal with his opinions, especially his opinions on Littles and their places in society. To him, all Littles, and even 'Tweeners as a precaution, should have been legally mandated to wear diapers at all times. Needless to say, no one in the neighborhood had been especially torn up over his loss. Old bastard, Ash thought, remembering when the pot-bellied and bald old man had scolded Stacy after he had somehow learned that Ash was working as a private investigator, despite being adopted. He had threatened to call LPS many times, and they had even had to talk with an LPS rep on two occasions, before apparently they realized that the one who called them was just a crazed old man with nothing better to do. She smirked a little at the thought of a Little being the one to buy his house. He's probably spinning in his grave, she thought, taking another bite of cheesy chickeney omelety goodness. "I heard that he works in IT," Ari said, snapping Ash out of her reveries. "and that he didn't even need a loan. He bought the property outright." "Oh wow!" Stacy said with glee. "Well, now I'm excited to meet him! And I'll bet our little Ashley will be too!" She leaned over and smooched Ash on her cheek. Ash smiled, internally cringing a bit. Free Littles just being nearby, no diapers of Amazonian parents in the picture, tended to stir up emotions for Ash, reminding her of what she used to be. She sighed again, before wondering what the new Little neighbor was going to be like. Meanwhile... The sun was shining down while movers were unloading furniture and boxes from the O-Haul truck. There was a light breeze that was carrying with it a tune. It was Thurston Harris' Little Bitty Pretty One. The music started to grow in volume as a car, sized for a Little, started to pull into the driveway next to the truck. One of the movers, a man with a big bushy ginger beard, recognized the car as one from one of the Terra dimensions, a classic. It was a red '58 Plymouth Fury, complete with fishtail lights and a white top, with whitewall tires. The music continued before it was shut off, followed by the car. Getting out was a male Little, definitely over six feet, wearing a tailored navy blue suit with a blood red tie. His chestnut brown hair was short-trimmed and slicked back. He smiled up at the two movers, before they went back to work. The Little turned to see approaching him was an Amazonian couple, and a casual smile spread on his face. "Well, hello there," he said, with a light southern accent to his voice. "Oh, hi there, little fella," the woman cooed, squatting down a bit with a bright smile on her face. "Welcome to the neighborhood! My name is Linda, and this is my husband Marty. If you need any help with anything, you can always come and get one of us!" Linda was a middle-aged Amazon with auburn hair that was partially curled. She had some curves to her, and was wearing a white sundress, a gold locket hanging around her neck and dangling in between her ample bosom. The man, Marty, was wearing khaki shorts and a green polo shirt. He nodded to the Little, but otherwise said nothing. "I appreciate that. It certainly is a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances. I am Patrick Maetnab," he said, holding out a hand to shake. And there you have it readers, the very first part of a new mini-project. I hope that you enjoyed it.

I haven't forgotten. I will be updating it soon.

I figured that stuff was off the table, but I'm wondering if they're aware of stuff like that. And now that I think about it, are they aware of some TV channels or shows having hypnotic capabilities targeting littles as well? Would they have to block those channels for Dawn's own good?

Wait a minute! Are Katherine and James aware of some of the way darker things Amazons have done to their adopted littles? Hypnosis, sex change, surgeries to remove teeth, the ability to speak, the ability to walk, as well as sex things? And I think I remember reading about littles being used for breeding. Or do they just disbelieve in stuff like that? Or maybe try to explain it away? (I myself picture Katherine being horrified by all that, and James being equally disgusted.)

Oh wow... oh WOW! So much emotion! And yeah, Dawn trying to run off like that is like trying to get out of the shark cage to get up close and personal with some great whites! That should have been apparent to her by now! GAH! And now that I have read the new chapter, I am already craving the next one! Excellent work!

Oh wow! I love this story! Excellent work! This site needs more babyfur and diaperfur content!

Oh yeah! Time to see more babying shenanigans!

I second this!

WOOO, I have a bad feeling for poor Claire about this up and coming politician that is also running the etiquette school.