Panther Cub

Oh geeze! Now I gotta know what happens!

And here is my first attempt at digital art! I traced the lines in 3d paint and filled in the colors! (And adding in some text and additional diaper designs because cuteness!)

Hehehe, thanks!

Here is a drawing of Sarah! It seems to me that she has had a surprise attire change while she slept, hence the look of shock on her face!

WOOOO! I'm so excited!

I think you accidentally used Tom in the cab when you meant Simon.

EEEEP!

Taa-Daa! Here's my first ever sketch of Tracey, and with Nora as a bonus! Looks like the unfortunate tigress is in desperate need of a change now that naptime is over, but thankfully Nora the sweet and caring deer-girl is already on it!

Maria and Luke are Amazons who are aware of how unfair society cam be towards Littles, and who have actively participated in protests and demonstrations to fight against it. Of course, Amazonian hormones are powerful, but still, they'll not mistreat their new daughters. Now doting on and cuddling, that's another story... And yeah! Rebecca already seems to be enjoying those perks. A little TLC should have Sarah coming out of her protective shell. Surely it must be over though? Sarah, the primary target, has been adopted. What else could whomever has been doing this want? Awww

Hehehehe, Tiffany does love mollycoddling the little and little-furs! Depends on the Amazonian parents. Tune in next time to see where the twists and turns go next!

Hehehehehe, twists and turns is all I have to say.

WOOO! Here is chapter eight of Little Survivor! I really hope that you enjoy it! Little Survivor (Chapter 8 ) by Panther Cub "Are you girls both sure that this is what you want?" Maria asked, fussing over Rebecca and Sarah. The two little furs were wearing ruffled sun dresses, Rebecca's being eggshell blue and Sarah's a seafoam green. They both had matching bows on the tips of their tails. The wolf's tail was wagging back and forth as she took a swig from her sippi-cup and nodded. Sarah hugged her plush dragon, whom she named Mr. Scuffles, close to her chest and also nodded. It had been a week since they had simultaneously asked Luke and Maria to adopt them. They were currently sitting in a private waiting room at the local courthouse, with Luke parking the car. Sarah and Rebecca were sitting next to Sarah in leather chairs. After the failed attack on Sarah at the office, Luke, per Sarah's insistence, had taken his two employees home with him. There, while holding paws, the two little furs had asked the shocked Amazons. There hadn't been an immediate agreement on Luke and Maria's part, but as they all discussed it, they started to see the logic in the situation. It had been a week since that day. The investigation revealed that the software had been uploaded manually and not from someone hacking in from another computer. Unfortunately, when it had been done, the cameras had gone down for a few minutes, so no one was caught on film. Once the question had been asked and the ball started rolling, it picked up some speed. Rebecca was moved in to Sarah's room with her, the spare crib up in the attic being large enough for the two to share for the time being. It took some dusting off, but the room was quickly turned into a nursery, knowing that someone from the adoption agency would be coming for an inspection. They all discussed it and agreed that doing the adoption by the book was the best way to handle it, to make sure that no chance for any kind of challenge could hold up in court. Luke made the calls and the girls were taken the next day to Sarah's doctor for an appointment. Tests were run to make sure there was nothing in their system to affect their judgment, as well as to determine their cognitive understanding, just in case they had been partially regressed or otherwise hypnotized in order to help coerce them. Then they had seen a few legal officials, and the fact that Sarah had already been targeted by someone trying to regress her did raise some red flags, but the Devereaux's had been fully cleared of having any hand in the matter, with alibis that checked out. Now was the day of the court date. After exiting and the last of the documents signed, that would be it. Their adult lives would be officially over, and they would be Sarah and Rebecca Devereaux, the daughters of Luke and Maria. Sarah had noticed how much Maria had fussed over her in the week leading up to today. Brushing her fur, holding her close whenever the little skunk girl seemed nervous, and doing the same for Rebecca, who seemed to practically lap up the attention. Luke had also definitely been more handsy, quick to pick up and cradle either one of the little furs, check to see if they needed changing, and even started to bounce them on his knees. The door opened and Luke entered. He was wearing a suit and tie, with Maria in a white sundress. He walked over and gave his wife a kiss, before leaning down to plant a kiss on Sarah and Rebecca's foreheads. "How're you two holding up?" "Okay, all things considered," Sarah said, giving her dragon another squeeze. That earned her a headfur ruffle, followed by Maria quietly chastising her husband and using a comb to fix Sarah's fur. The door opened, and in poked an inbetweener woman, her shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing a bit as she turned and smiled at the four of them. She was wearing a charcoal gray pantsuit, having been sent from the adoption agency to oversee the proceedings. "Alright, Devereaux family, it's time," she said, flashing them all one more grin before poking her head back out. Luke scooped Sarah up into his arms, the overgrown puppy squirming as she got comfortable, laying with her head up against his chest, her thumb in her muzzle. Sarah jumped as Maria gave her diaper a quick check, before patting her bottom. With the little furs safely in their arms, the Amazons exited the waiting room and walked following the inbetweener down a long hall. The walls were made of polished oak, the carpet a light green. They entered an open door just as another pair of Amazons exited, carrying a little who looked to have been crying. Then, standing at a podium, Sarah saw that they were before the judge assigned to their case. Judge Harris, a black Amazonian man whose thinning hair had started to turn gray, smiled down at the four before looking at the open case file, adjusting his square glasses. "Alright, we have here a voluntary adoption order. And from the look of things, it appears that everything is in order. Now, Rebecca Howlt," Rebecca's ears perked up at that and she pulled her thumb from her muzzle. "Can you confirm that you have not been coerced in any way, and are freely allowing yourself to be adopted by Luke and Maria Devereaux?" Rebecca nodded and smiled, her tail becoming a blur. "Yes, sir, your honor! I found the best Amazonian Mommy and Daddy and I don't want to let them go." Judge Harris chuckled and nodded, turning his attention to the skunk little fur. Sarah hugged Mr. Scuffles tighter, feeling butterflies in her stomach. "Sarah Radcliffe. Can you confirm that you have not been coerced in any way, and are freely allowing yourself to be adopted by Luke and Maria Devereaux?" Sarah thought about it, reflecting over how she had gotten to this moment. One day, she had been Stuart, an ordinary human guy, minding his own business. The next, their whole world had been completely turned upside down after being sucked briefly into one dimension, and then hurled into another. Now, an anthropomorphic skunk, barely registering that she was filling her own diaper as she sat there, cradled in a loving giantess' arms, dressed like a toddler, she looked up at the judge, and nodded. "Yes, your honor. After careful consideration, I have decided that this will be the best possible choice for myself." Sarah winced as she shifted, now realizing she needed a diaper change, and felt herself being cuddled closer by Luke and Maria. The judge smiled and looked to the inbetweener who was seated at another table. "And do you have any objections to this adoption, Miss Dupont?" Miss Dupont shook her head. "None whatsoever, your honor. With a thorough inspection concluded, we have found no cause for concern with Rebecca and Sarah being adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Devereaux." "Then I hereby declare the adoption sound," Judge Harris said, signing his name and the date on the forms in the casefile, closing it and banging his gavel. "Mr. and Mrs. Devereaux, you are free to take your daughters home." Maria let out a gasp, and nuzzled Sarah again. The happy family left the courthouse, with Sarah getting a diaper change in the ladies' room. Maria was practically glowing as she walked out to the car, cradling Sarah. Sarah looked and saw Luke buckling Rebecca into the extra carseat they had installed. He was tickling her, making the wolf giggle and squeal. "No, Daddy, not the tickle monster!" Rebecca cried, her tail a blur. As Sarah was buckled in next to her officially adopted sister, she looked up at Maria, feeling butterflies in her stomach. "I-I can still keep going to work, like we agreed?" Sarah asked this, hugging her dragon again. Maria smiled and kissed her cheek. "Absolutely, baby girl! Of course, I'm still going to expect plenty of cuddle time from the both of you when you get home from work." Sarah smiled and felt herself relax a little. "Thank you," she said in barely a whisper. Maria rubbed their noses together and kissed her cheek. "Always, honey." She then leaned over and did the same for Rebecca. * * * Sarah sat cross-legged on the soft floor of the nursery. She was wearing a purple t-shirt, her diaper on full display. Her bushy black and white striped tail flicked a bit, a telltale sign that the skunk girl was a little frustrated. Her fingers were dancing across the keys, click-clacking rapidly as she worked hard to keep up with the backed up work. The office had been out of commission for a week due to a more thorough sweep from the police, who had yet to return any of the confiscated computers. Apparently the program they had found on Sarah's was considered more serious than initially thought. The fact that they had yet to hear any new information regarding Miranda was also worrisome. Thankfully Luke had been able to get the higher-ups to agree to a temporary work-from-home schedule, and he had even bought both Sarah and Rebecca new laptops. It had been a week of adjustments. In the week since their adoption, Sarah and Rebecca had continued to share a crib, with the wolf girl stating she enjoyed snuggling up with her new sister's soft and cuddly tail. While initially awkward, Sarah reluctantly had to admit that sleeping next to Rebecca was actually nice. Maria was practically glowing, she and Luke both enjoying doting on their two new additions to the family. The female Amazon would definitely make a point of treating Sarah and Rebecca like adults, there were often many times in the day when she would lapse and coo at anything they did. Sarah was pretty sure Maria barely contained a squeal when the skunk girl had helped carry in some groceries. She also insisted on supervising during bathtime, which seemed to mean sit by and let the little-furs, who thankfully were allowed to bathe separately, wash themselves for about a minute before she would lovingly take over. As Sarah sat there, working on the backlog of expense reports, her green pacifier bobbing in and out of her mouth, Mr. Scuffles sitting on her lap, she reflected once again on the dichotomy of her new situation. On the one hand, here she was, handling the accounting needs of a company, yet dressed like a baby. She stopped and took a moment to poke the front of her diaper. It squished and she sighed, resuming her work. If she had any plans for re-potty training, those had long since gone right out the window. The more she settled into this new lifestyle, the less she felt the need to go. And when she would go, she no longer seemed to feel it as it happened either. From out in the hall came a happy squeal, causing Sarah to look up and towards the door. The baby gate was opened, with them only ever shut when company was coming over. She saw Rebecca, wearing only a diaper, run by giggling, with Maria following in tow, holding a blue legless onesie. "Oh no you don't, my mischievous little pup," Maria laughed. Sarah sighed, her ears splaying flat on her head. She had admitted to herself that she was actually a little jealous of how well the wolf girl seemed to have adapted to her new situation. She effortlessly called Maria and Luke "Mommy" and "Daddy", whereas Sarah still felt weird about it and would often trip up and call them by their names, which they didn't pressure her about in any way. Rebecca had also been working on her own portion of the backlog, but took more breaks than Rebecca did, often to go play or to go just walk up and climb into the laps of their new giant parents. She would also try to, on two separate occasions literally, drag Sarah away from her laptop and work to go play. This wasn't because Rebecca was being lazy or irresponsible. It was actually a matter of Sarah almost compulsively trying to get her portion all done and out of the way before they returned to work. The company had ordered new desktops for everyone in the accounting department, not able to wait any longer to have the originals returned. Come Monday, they would be all installed and ready to go. In truth, the reason Sarah wanted to get this all done was only partly as a result of just wanting it out of the way. She also wanted to prove that she was just as capable as any of her other colleagues, regardless of her being adopted and in diapers. She knew that the fact that she would still be resuming her regular duties would raise some eyebrows, and earn her some glares from her fellow height-challenged coworkers. A knock on the doorframe drew Sarah's attention away from the screen of her laptop. She reflexively hit save before seeing Maria standing there in the doorway, Rebecca smiling behind her pink binky as she rested on the giantess' hip, now wearing the onesie. "Hey, sweetheart. Almost time for lunch," Maria said as she strode on over, bending down to pick Sarah up in her free arm. She and Rebecca were both shifted in her arm until she was cradling both of them, one arm apiece. Sarah's head came to rest on Maria's left breast, the Amazon's heartbeat making her smile. "So now that this little trouble-maker is all dressed, let's get you both fed, then I think a nap is in order." "B-but I still have to reconcile the expenditures as well as process the purchase orders," Sarah exclaimed, only to be kissed on the cheek. "If after your nap you still feel the need to do that today, instead of playing on the new swingset Daddy is putting together in the backyard, you can. But taking a little break for some num-nums and then to rest is non-negotiable, sweetie," Maria said this with a note of finality. Sarah huffed and crossed her arms, while Rebecca giggled around a blue binkie. "You're a workaholic," she lisped around the soother, making Sarah roll her eyes. "I'm just trying to make sure that everyone knows I can still do my job just as well as I was able to before all this craziness happened." "Fair, but you still will burn yourself out if you don't stop and do something else." And just what would that be? Run around naked like a toddler, go play on swings or in the fancy new sandbox? Sarah opted not to voice these thoughts, not wanting to hurt Maria's feelings. She sighed, knowing that the motherly Amazon meant well, even if her ideas of helping were being skewed by her maternal instincts and hormones. Soon, Sarah was being lowered into her special green highchair, while Rebecca was being sat down in her blue one right next to her. They were both safely buckled in, the trays snapped into place. Sarah noticed Rebecca swinging her legs, looking happy and carefree. It still puzzled the skunk girl, but she shrugged it off. "I thought a special personal pizza each for you two little cuties would be an excellent treat," Maria said, setting the, to Amazons, tiny pizzas down on paper plates on the girls' trays. Sarah was surprised that a personal pizza was practically a large pizza to someone her size. She smiled a little when she saw the pepperoni, black olives, and mushrooms. Looking over, she caught sight of Rebecca snatching up a slice of her pepperoni pizza and going to town on it, quickly making a mess around her mouth, thankfully just after Maria was quickly able to bib her. Sarah rolled her eyes as a pink bib was gently buttoned around her neck. She picked up a slice, unable to refrain from making a happy humming noise after taking that first bite. "No throwing food, 'Becca," Maria lightly admonished, making the wolf little-fur's ears splay flat on her head. She was startled when a piece of pepperoni landed on the tip of her nose. The skunk girl turned to see Rebecca looking over with a wolfish grin. She then playfully stuck her tongue out at Sarah, making the skunkette do the same back. When Maria set bottles of juice down on the trays next, Rebecca didn't think twice about snatching hers up and starting suckling. Sarah in turn looked at her own bottle. Before the adoption, she had agreed to try them, but drinking from one was just so awkward for her. Not only was it embarrassing, although compared to having someone else wipe your bottom it was definitely lower down on the embarrassment ladder; it was kinda hard to do. She looked over and saw Rebecca had gulped down a third of her own bottle with little effort, making Sarah wonder how she did it as she picked up her own. Blushing as she stuck the nipple in her mouth, she sucked a few times, getting some squirts, but apparently not finding the right rhythm to it. Lunch went by rather quickly. Sarah was able to eat a little over half of her pizza, and was shocked to find that Rebecca had eaten all but two slices of her own by the time she was finished. Sarah couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips seeing the sauce and bits of cheese and pepperonis smeared on Rebecca's muzzle and cheeks. Maria cooed at what a messy eater 'Becca was, and cleaned her off with a washcloth. Sarah whined a bit as her own face was to be cleaned off next, surprised at how much sauce was on her own bib and around her mouth. Once cleaned and their messy bibs removed, the girls were scooped back up, Rebecca was given her binky as she was done with her bottle, while Sarah continued to suck on her own bottle that was now half empty. Rebecca let out a yawn that Sarah fought hard to avoid copying, but failed. "Uh-huh, that's two sleepy little princesses I see. I think I shall escort them on their journey to the kingdom of napland," Maria cooed softly. The two were carried up to the nursery, where both got a quick diaper change into their thicker sleep diapers, before being tucked in to the crib. Sarah snuggled her dragon while Rebecca snuggled her tail. After Maria kissed them on their foreheads again, she left. That is when Sarah decided to ask something that had been on her mind lately. "Hey, Rebecca?" she asked, starting to feel sleepy but trying to stay awake. "Yeah?" Rebecca asked, sounding as sleepy as Sarah felt. "How come you've been... giving in to all this baby stuff?" Sarah asked. "You know, running around and enjoying being fed in a high chair, or even playing with bath toys during bathtime?" "Well... it could be because I never really got a chance to have fun when I was a pup," Rebecca said, taking a moment to pause. "Growing up, when my parents weren't gone all day, being worked nearly half to death in the mines or in some Snaug factory, then we were on the run from one camp to another, trying to find new homes." That made Sarah pause, as Rebecca hadn't really talked a lot about her home dimension. "What about school?" "When we got to the small town of Oslaw, I think I was about eight, and that's when I started going to school, instead of being tutored by a neighbor or something. We stayed there for a few years until one night, they just never came home. It was a few days later when some officers came by and told me they had been arrested for seditionist activities, and then took me to a children's housing unit. I stayed there until I aged out at seventeen, working to put myself through school. Then it took me a while to find a job that wasn't just digging ditches or something." "That sounds horrible... I'm sorry," Sarah said, feeling guilty about reopening old wounds. "Eh, don't be. It was horrible, but it was also just life. I started going to some rallies and meetings with others who were tired of that bullshit. Unfortunately, at a protest, some of us got rounded up and labeled terrorists, even though we were peacefully marching. And, well, then just before I arrived here, you popped into existence right in the portal station, and that jackass tossed you through, saying something about a quota." Sarah growled remembering that rhino bastard, calming down as Rebecca went from cuddling her tail to wrapping her arms around her, cuddling close. "So, after our adoption... I dunno, I just decided to go with it a bit and started having fun." Sarah felt guilty for judging Rebecca on how she acted. "What about you? I only saw you pop in just as we were leaving my home dimension." "Uhm... I had just gotten off work and was walking home, when there was a flash of light, and my everything started to hurt and burn and stuff. Next thing I knew, there I was, transformed, in front of a bunch of animal-people." Rebecca's hug got a little bit tighter. "I'm sorry that you got pulled from your home dimension," she said with another yawn. Sarah yawned back, rubbing her eyes. "But... I am happy that we're safe now... and that we get to be sisters." Sarah smiled, not thinking as she put her bottle back in her mouth. She started to suck on it, and eventually found a steady method that kept the sweet juice inside coming out in a steady stream. She pulled it out to speak. "Me too," she said, turning a bit to hug Rebecca back. She saw that the wolf girl had already fallen asleep and was gently snoring. Rebecca snuggled closer, closing her eyes as she continued to nurse her bottle. I hope we really are safe, she thought before drifting off to sleep. Whisper: And there you have it, dear readers! It was so much fun cranking out this new chapter. I hope that you enjoyed it. Please consider leaving a comment or review, but quietly. The girls are sleeping.

O.o Sacrifices of cookies and lots of fudge to be delivered right to my house, please!

Don't you worry one bit. I am currently working on chapter 8 of Little Survivor!

It really is great camouflage, an adopted Little. Most folks, even other Littles and 'Tweeners will not notice or even outright ignore just what it is they are up to. A predator that preys on other predators. Yeah, that's Patrick. But it should be noted, he's only interested in the challenge, and couldn't care less about anything trivial like guilty or innocent. At least from a moral perspective. The truly guilty tend to be a greater challenge, a more fun prey so to speak. Hear-hear! One can only read so many stories with messed the F up Amazons doing terrible things and not getting any kind of punishment for it, that one cannot help but wonder what some messed-up justice would look like? And thus, that was how this idea sparked in my brain cells!

In the town of Span-Dittle, where it is so much fun to be a Little, riding around in a Kar-pittle, while playing a fiddle.

Hehehehe, quaint, yet deadly!

That right there is part of what inspired this story idea! The other part being how Amazons view Littles. And no, they most certainly do not.

Woooo! He's certainly enjoying his safari. Neither do I. Not one bit... however... it's not like it was any great loss... even if her friend might disagree... Get the reference?

Oh don't worry, I have a good ending in mind for this story. Good catch. Hehehehe, oh yeah, Gillie-bean's friend is going to be wondering what happened after she went to go and see the new little neighbor. Maaaaaaaaybe she'll go and ask him if he's seen her? ?

YAY! I loved Dexter! I'm glad that you enjoy the story so far!

For some Amazons, it's not just about getting a little, but also what that little owns. Patrick is certainly enjoying himself. I think you'll enjoy what comes next! Yay! It was a fun idea for an ex-cop little! Thank you!

Oh wow! Thank you so much!

And here is chapter two! Once again, this is going to be a very bloody story, so please bear that in mind if you are continuing to read. Also, thanks for reading! Little Monster (Chapter 2) by Panther Cub "Sweetie, are you sure about this?" Stacy asked, looking in the rearview mirror at Ash, sitting in her pink unicorn princess carseat. Ash's hair was done up into pigtails with green ribbons matching her dress. The Little was looking out through the car's windows through a pair of high-powered binoculars, staring right at a cheap motel."Oh yeah, that's his car. Just confirmed that that's the license plate number," Ash replied, reaching down and grabbing her expensive long-range camera. She fiddled around with it and then snapped off a few pictures. She checked and confirmed she got the car in the parking lot. It was a yellow convertible with white leather seats, the top currently being down. Ash saved the pictures and emailed herself some as well. With that finished, she zipped the camera back up into the diaperbag sitting next to her, and pulled out her pink bunny, Mr. Fluffzy. Tapping on the screen of her matching pink wristwatch, the screen changed and was now a live feed straight from the hidden cameras in Mr. Fluffzy's eyes."Alright then," Stacy sighed, getting out of the car and coming around to Ash's door. Soon, Ash had her pacifier back in her mouth and was cuddling her bunny while being carried in Stacy's arms right towards the motel, specifically the room Ash had seen the man enter. She was hired by a woman who was suspicious that her husband was cheating, said woman an Amazon who was very surprised to find that the PI she had been recommended was an adopted Little."Just like we rehearsed," Ash whispered around her binky that she started to suckle on. What could she say? It really did help with soothing her."I remember, Ashley," Stacy giggled, rubbing their noses together again. They went right up to the room door, it was a ground floor unit, with Stacy giving the door a good knock. After some shuffling, an Amazonian man opened the door, wearing only a pair of jeans with some of his pot belly hanging over. His trimmed black hair was all disheveled, revealing it to be a toupe that had been put back on hastily."OH! I'm so sorry, sir," Stacy said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "I think I might have the wrong room."Ash smiled up at the man and then spotted what she had been looking for. A woman, wearing just the skimpiest red lingerie, sitting on the bed in the room. She was a redhead, and was waving to the Little. Ash waved back, before holding up her bunny and discreetly tapping her watch, getting a good pic on the man with the woman on the bed. And that's the money-shot, she thought to herself."Th-that's alright, miss," the man said, stammering and looking like a kid who had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "You and your little girl have a good day now." With that the door was shut, and Stacy was walking off, committing to the role and pretending to be looking for a different motel room."Get everything you needed?" Stacy asked in a low voice, pulling Ash closer."Yup! I just sent the client the pics as well as the date and time. I'm sure it will come in handy during the divorce," Ash said, finding herself being nuzzled."Well then, if my little working girl is all done for the day, then let's go get us some ice cream!" Stacy said, tickling Ash's sides to make her giggle, which had yet to fail. Ash then jumped again when she felt her diaper being checked. "After a quick diaper change, that is, little Miss Soggybottom!" Ash rolled her eyes and continued to suck her binky.Meanwhile..."Oh my gosh, Lily, I'm telling you that he's perfect! I got a glimpse of him yesterday when they were finishing moving all of his cute little stuff into the house," Gillian said while she looked in the mirror to make sure her bright orange locks were still done up in a bun. Gillian was a heavyset Amazon, with beady muddy brown eyes, cheeks that were starting to turn a tad jowly, and wore far too much makeup. Bright blue eyeshadow with caked on blush and ruby red lipstick on her too-wide mouth, giving her face an almost froggy/clown-like appearance. She adjusted the sapphire spider brooch and her red skirtsuit, her long red press-on nails clicking as she tapped on her phone."And this Little actually owns his own house? Like, a REAL house and not one of those cute Little houses?" the voice of Lily floated out from the device."Yup! Not only that, but he even has his own little car! That he was driving! From what I've heard from the other ladies, it's street legal so long as the Little owns the car, it's inspected every six months, and they retake a driving test every year. But still, a cutie like that should not be driving around like a grown-up!""Woah, Gillie-bean, don't go doing what I think you're thinking about doing," Lily said, concern in her voice."Oh I'm not going to do anything. I was just planning on stopping by and introducing myself, maybe see what he's done with Mr. Mulligan's place," Gillian said, grabbing her red handbag from off the couch where she had set it. It was much larger than her other purses, and she took that time to check inside and make sure she still had everything. Diapers, wipes, powder, locking pacifier, locking booties and mittens, a darling pink dress."Uh-huh," Lily said, not sounding convinced, "and not at all look around for something you can declare is a hazard and use that as some loose justification for adoption, right?""Well... I mean he is living all by himself. Plus he is so cute. Not to mention that if I do adopt him, well then that big fancy house will legally belong to me, as well as whatever money he has in the bank," Gillian said with a smirk. "He really is quite the catch.""Gillian, no," Lily said, her voice turning stern, "you've already got two strikes against you for illegal attempted adoptions. You get a third one, not only will you be disbarred from adopting for the next two years, you could be put on probation, or even get a few months in prison!""Lily, relax, I acted impulsively the last two times. If he presents a clear justifiable reason why he is unfit to look after himself, then and only then, will I adopt him." Gillian found the box of 'special' chocolates in her bag, setting it near the top. "Besides, I need to make a move now while the iron is hot. It's been a week since he moved in and I already know that several other ladies have been sniffing around him, as well as a few gentlemen. Either they too want that house or a cute little boy or both, I don't care. Mama is going to stake her claim one way or another.""Gillian, don't, you can get in some serious trouble! You already have a very nice house, why not just adopt from an etiquette school instead? You can even get a nice properly educated little from another country.""I don't want one of those littles. I want to swipe one up myself, one that still thinks they're a grown-up and needs help learning that that isn't true. And I want one that has a lot to offer me like little Patrick... or should I say Patricia? I gotta go, Lily. Byesies!" With that she hung up and put her phone away. Heading out and making sire she locked the door behind her, Gillian smiled in the warm sunlight as she walked down the street. As the Mulligan house started to loom into her field of vision, her smile grew wider, even predatory.She saw the little red car and huffed, knowing she would sell that off to a collector first thing after she adopted her Little. If they were good, then they could get a nice safe plastic one for Christmas. Steeling herself, Gillian walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell, taking note of there being two doorknobs installed on the door, the second newer one much lower down. She did not have to wait long as the door was opened, and she was greeted by the smiling face of the Little looking up at her. He was wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki slacks, his chestnut brown hair once more slicked back."Hello there," Gillian said, focusing and making sure not to slip up. This was a dance after all. "I'm Gillian Kale from a few houses down. I decided to come on by and introduce myself and to welcome you to the neighborhood." She reached into her handbag and pulled out the simple white box of chocolates with the gold ribbon wrapped around it. She held it out to the Little.Patrick's smile grew a little wider as he took the box. "Oh wow, thank you so much! This is just so sweet, literally," he chuckled while Gillian smiled a little wider, her heart starting to race as this was going smoother than she had hoped. "Ms. Gillian, would you like to come inside? I just finished setting up everything the way I like it." Patrick stepped back, his door opened wider."Oh, well, so long as I'm not being too intrusive, sweetie-pie," she said, her excitement causing her to slip a little.Patrick smirked as he continued to look back up at her. "Not at all, honey-bunch," he chuckled again. Gillian's heart skipped a beat, being so readily given access to the inside of the house? It was almost too easy. She stepped inside with Patrick closing the door behind them. Gillian hadn't noticed Patrick locking both knobs."Oh my goodness, this house looks gorgeous," Gillian gushed, looking at the polished hardwood flooring in the hallway, with the matching walls. Walking down the hall a bit they entered the kitchen, with the classic black and white tiles with an island in the center. The kitchen appeared to be spotless. "Oh dear, however do you plan on using the oven or stove?" Gillian's fishing trip had started."Very carefully, and with a stepstool," Patrick answered easily enough. Standing on his tiptoes he could see the counter of the island, which housed the aforementioned oven and stove, setting it on the counter near the stovetop."And look at all these knives, don't you think that that's a bit dangerous?""Not at all, I am very experienced in the handling of knives.""Hmm, perhaps you might like to try one of those tasty chocolates then?" Gillian asked, switching gears. The knives and counter height would be a stretch, not that she couldn't simply make something up. But a Little who messed themselves and photo evidence of that, well now, that would make things much easier to justify."Sounds tempting, but I like to keep to a strict diet, so no desserts until after dinner," Patrick said as he walked over to near the sink, reaching up and grabbing his glass of water. He took a sip before turning to regard Gillian with another smile. Gillian frowned, starting to get the impression that the Little before her was playing some kind of game."Well, surely one little bite couldn't hurt, sweetheart," she said, her voice dripping with honey."Perhaps not... but I'm a big believer in discipline," Patrick said, starting to walk past his Amazonian guest and towards the hall, still holding his glass."What a coincidence, so am I," Gillian said, sticking out her foot to trip the mildly frustrating Little, hoping to get him to spill the water down his front. He easily hopped over her foot and spun to face her, still giving his now decidedly fake smile. "How rude of me, Gillian, may I offer you a drink?"Gillian's right eye twitched a bit. "No, but you could do me a favor and take off those cute little pants of yours," she said, reaching in and pulling out one of the folded diapers from within her bag. It was white with pink trim and a smiling purple butterfly on the front."I don't think so, Gillian," he said, his smile morphing into a smirk. Gillian scowled at this."Now, now, Patricia, don't make this harder for yourself. Be a good girl and I promise, Mommy will take you out for ice cream later," Gillian said, advancing on Patrick, who continued to smirk. She decided that she would just claim that the Little pooped themselves and that she threw away the messy pants. She could make it work. Gillian lunged, and Patrick easily hopped back, reaching behind himself and opening a door that led down into the dark basement. He turned and ran, seemingly skipping down the steps in the gloom. Gillian snarled at his cavalier attitude and quickly gave chase, her bright red heels clicking audibly on the hardwood. What she didn't realize is that the Little wasn't skipping for his own amusement. He was avoiding specific steps. Her weight resting on the third step caused the door behind her to slam shut. She jumped in shock, turning back and trying the knob. She found that it was locked, much to her surprise. Her heart was beginning to beat faster now, but not with excitement. NO! He's just a Little, and this is just some kind of silly scare tactic, that's all. Well, I'll be sure to give him an extra long spanking for this naughty behavior.Gillian resumed walking down the stairs, going slower due to the increased gloom, having not found any light switches by the door. When her weight came to a rest on the fifth step, the board shifted to where it pointed downward at an angle. Gillian fought for balance and lost, tumbling down the stairs. Sore and dazed, she was only faintly aware of a stinging in her neck. She turned to see Patrick smiling down at her, this smile looking quite predatory, as he clutched in his right hand an empty syringe."NIghty-night, Gillian," he said with glee.Elsewhere..."There's Daddy!" Stacy bounced Ash in her arms as she said this. The diapered detective choosing to focus more on her waffle cone of rocky road. After getting their ice cream, Stacy pointed out that they were near Ari's office, which of course meant that they just had to drop in and surprise him. Ash had to admit, it was nice to see Ari's place of work. He was an illustrator for Wonder Comics. Even when off the clock, he could usually be found scribbling what he would call doodles, and what Ash and Stacy would both call impressive scenes depicting superheroes.Ari stood up as they entered his office, a big grin on his face. "Well now, there's my two favorite girls," he said, pulling Stacy into an embrace, Ash in between them as they kissed. Then he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, making the Little blush. "I take it that you were able to get all the pictures you needed then?" He took Ash into his arms, rubbing her back and taking a moment to pull out the back of her diaper, confirming she was clean."Yup, we caught him in an extremely compromising situation. I emailed the client the file with everything she needed. We had a video chat to confirm she got it and found the job satisfactory," Ash said, feeling proud. Sure, she was diapered and treated like an overgrown toddler, and her work mainly consisted of finding evidence of cheating spouses, but she found the work a lot less stressful than when she was working homicide. Angry spouses caused her far fewer nightmares."Good job, sweetie," he said, walking over to his sketchpad on his desk, Ari being the type to prefer old fashioned ink and paper to the digital sketch pads. On it was a drawing of what appeared to be a girl with long black hair, standing in a dark alley, but just barely as tall as a nearby trashcan. She had on a trench coat which was blown open in the breeze, revealing a schoolgirl uniform with a diaper peeking out a little from the hemline of the skirt. "Check it out, Princess. Your little adventures inspired me to make a comic about a cute Little girl who is actually a hard-boiled investigator."Ash smiled and couldn't stop herself from giggling. "You really think people are going to want to read a comic about a Little that solves crimes? I mean, maybe for a children's book or something...""I'll have you know that this here will be a gritty and dark series," Ari said with a wink, "besides, I already pitched the idea and the folks upstairs like it.""Huh... gritty and dark, but with diapers," Ash said."Yes, but also since she's a Little, there will be some cute things that come along to help break up some of the darker, maybe ever gorier parts. I think that it will make for a fun contrast.""You don't say," Ash said just before there was a sudden flash. She and Ari looked up to see Stacy standing there, a bright smile on her lovely face, holding up her phone."Sorry, but with our baby girl sitting in your lap at your desk like that was just too good of an adorable photo op that I just couldn't resist," she said. Ash smiled while Ari chuckled. This wasn't the life she had expected or been working towards, but it wasn't so bad, overall. It certainly helped that she didn't have to deal with junkies, politics, bloody crime scenes or deranged lunatics anymore.A short while later...Gillian slowly, and groggily, returned to consciousness. Her head felt foggy, while everything looked fuzzy. She tried to move, but she felt as if something was holding her in place. Suddenly, like a switch getting flipped, everything came back into focus, and Gillian became aware of two things. The first, that she had been drugged by the very Little she had been hoping to adopt. The second, that she was tied to a chair."HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" she screamed, her voice cracking a little."FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HELP ME!" Gillian whipped her head to the left where the screaming male voice was coming from. There she saw him in the light of the bare bulb, finally taking in her surroundings and noticing that not only was she still in the basement, but there was clear plastic lining the concrete floor and the walls, covering every surface. Patrick stood there, wearing a clear plastic poncho, a smirk on his face. He then winked and opened his mouth to let out another scream. "PLEASE HELP! I'M BEING MURDERED! HE HAS A KNIFE!" Slowly he started to walk towards her, and Gillian tried to shrink back, for the first time in her life afraid of a Little. "Sorry to tell you this, Gillian, but these walls down here are soundproof. I installed them all myself.""Now, listen here," Gillian said, trying to pull herself up to her full height and intimidate the Little, "I don't know what's going on, but I can tell you that when the police get here, you will be taken straight to an etiquette school! Let me go, and we can forget all about this."Patrick let out a harsh bark of a laugh that caused Gillian to wince."H-how did you even get me into this chair?" Gillian asked, genuinely curious but also trying to stall for time while her bound hands fumbled against the taught rope binding them, trying to undo the knot, some of her plastic nails coming off in her desperate scrambling. If Patrick was aware of what she was doing, he gave no indication."That was actually pretty easy. I used a system of ropes and pulleys to drag you into the chair and tie you to it," he said, talking as though he were simply speaking of the weather. He pointed up with a finger, and Gillian's eyes followed. She saw the ropes and pulley's just hanging above her, causing a chill to run down her spine. He's been planning this? she realized with growing horror."Back in my home dimension, I studied engineering as a... sorta hobby.""S-so you're a Portal Little then?" Gillian asked, starting to get frustrated that she couldn't find the knot. Patrick nodded as he walked over to a Little-sized workbench, on which sat an old-fashioned cassette boombox."Indeed. See, I had another hobby that sometimes could overlap with my skills in engineering." He turned to regard Gillian with a wicked grin. "Back home, I've murdered over one-hundred people." He stepped towards Gillian again, making her flinch some more, seeming to take pleasure from that act. What made her even more nervous was, from the look in his dull, lifeless eyes, Gillian believed him."One hundred?" She asked."Yeah... but I got bored. See, the folks I tended to target in order to scratch my particular itch weren't just any random folks off the street. Oh no, I selected other murderers, rapists, child molesters, sex traffickers; the worst of the worst, so to speak.""Oh... well, at least you managed to help clean things up back in your home dimension," Gillian said, trying to calm down and convince herself that the Little boy is just trying to talk tough and intimidate her."Maybe, but I didn't do it for any moral or altruistic reason. I just like a challenge. So imagine my pleasant surprise when I learned of a dimension of giant humans that live with two species of smaller humans. A dimension where any of these giants could, in most countries, legally abduct the smaller humans and adopt them. Where there were many options available to said giants on how to surgically alter, mentally break, and otherwise destroy the psyches of these smaller peoples. Why, for someone like me... that would be like going on the ultimate safari."Gillian's blood ran cold as she began to infer just what the Little was saying."W-wait, now, I've never actually done any such thing to any Littles or 'Tweeners. I-I admit I may have gotten a... uhm... tad aggressive back upstairs, but that was j-just my hormones going into overdrive. I swear that I would have let you go," Gillian pleaded while the Little remained aloof, loading a cassette into the boombox."After experiencing so much of your wonderful culture upon my arrival, I feel that it's only polite to share some of my own world's culture with you, Gillian," Patrick said, pressing the Play button with an almost painful grin on his face. He pulled the clear plastic hood over his hair and walked behind Gillian just as Huey Lewis and the News' Hip to be Square started to blare out. Tears started to well up in Gillian's eyes as she tried, futilely over the loud music, to beg. She didn't see Patrick dancing to the beat of the music while holding a Little-sized shiny and brand new sledge-hammer. Her eyes went wide as he slid into view.Right when the first It's hip to be square came, the head of the hammer connected with Gillian's left kneecap, crushing it in one blow. She howled in agony as, to the tune of the music, Patrick swung again. And again. And again. And that's a wrap for chapter two! Stay tuned to see what happens in chapter three!

I can't wait to see what happens next! I do wonder if her first night in her new crib will be a restful sleep? And I have a sneaking suspicion that James is aware that Dawn is now a bit afraid of him, and hopefully he'll address it!