Madison moved with a casual confidence as she reached into the habitat, plucking her parents out with an ease that underscored the vast difference in their sizes. Greg and Cindy could do little but shiver as they were lifted into the cool air of the house, their bodies reacting to the temperature drop the moment they left the warmth of the habitat. Madison didn’t seem to notice—or perhaps she didn’t care—as she carried them downstairs and set them on the kitchen table.
The scene that unfolded was eerily familiar and yet profoundly different. Madison poured herself a bowl of cereal, just as she had done countless times before school. The clinking of the spoon against the bowl, the sound of cereal cascading into the milk—these were the rhythms of a typical morning, but now they were layered with a new, unsettling reality.
Greg and Cindy sat on the table, watching helplessly as their daughter went about her morning routine. They could see the faint smirk on Madison’s lips as she prepared her breakfast, knowing full well the power she now wielded. She was no longer just their daughter; she was the one making all the decisions, the one in control of their lives.
Madison’s enjoyment of the moment was palpable. She took her time with each step, savoring the normalcy of the act while fully aware of how abnormal the situation had become. She was the sole arbiter of every choice, every movement, every word that would shape the day ahead—not just for herself, but for her parents as well.
Greg and Cindy exchanged a glance, both understanding the futility of their situation. They had no say in what happened next. Their once familiar home had become a place of uncertainty and vulnerability, a place where their roles had been reversed so completely that it felt like a bad dream.
As Madison sat down with her bowl of cereal, she looked at her parents, her smirk widening slightly. “Enjoying the morning, Littles?” she asked, her tone dripping with condescension. “I have to say, it’s a lot easier to get ready without someone nagging me about being late or eating something more ‘nutritious.’”
Greg and Cindy remained silent, the weight of their situation pressing down on them. They were no longer the ones who set the rules, who guided and disciplined their daughter. Now, they were the ones who had to adapt, who had to follow the lead of a teenager who clearly relished her newfound authority.
Madison’s gaze flicked between them as she continued eating, clearly enjoying the role reversal. For her, this was more than just a power trip—it was a validation of everything she had felt growing up, a chance to finally be in control, to finally have things her way without interference.
“Don’t worry,” she added, taking another bite of cereal. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. Just remember who’s in charge now, okay?”
The words hung in the air, a reminder of how much had changed. Greg and Cindy, once the rulers of their household, were now reduced to silent spectators, their lives dictated by the whims of their daughter. The morning routine, once a shared experience, had become a stage where Madison’s dominance was on full display.
Madison’s mind wandered as she prepared to sit down, her thoughts drifting away from the immediate moment. She had nearly forgotten about her parents, the Littles now sitting on the table in front of her. Their helplessness, which initially gave her a sense of power, was starting to feel more like a nuisance. While she had always liked the idea of having Littles, she was still grappling with the reality that the Littles she ended up with were her own parents—a far cry from the idealized version she had envisioned.
She had always wanted a Little with a certain elegance and beauty, something she admired particularly in the Asian Littles she had seen. Their smooth, seemingly ageless skin, their grace—it was all part of a fantasy she had built in her mind about what having a Little would be like. But instead, she was stuck with her parents, who, though once the figures of authority in her life, now seemed to represent the very opposite of what she had wanted.
Madison sighed inwardly as she realized she needed to feed them. It wasn’t something she had thought much about before this morning. The practicalities of caring for Littles—especially when those Littles were her parents—hadn’t crossed her mind when she first gained control over them. Now, faced with the reality of the situation, it all felt like a chore she wasn’t prepared for.
“Guess you two need breakfast too,” she muttered, more to herself than to them. Her tone was indifferent, as though feeding them was just another task she had to check off her list before heading to school.
She stood up from the table, rummaging through the kitchen for something appropriate. After a moment, she found a box of the specialized Little food pellets that had been tucked away, likely meant for situations just like this. With a sigh, she poured a few into a small dish and set it down in front of them, the sight of the tiny, bland pellets only reinforcing her growing annoyance.
“Here you go,” she said flatly, watching as her parents looked at the pellets with a mix of resignation and hunger. “Eat up. You’re going to need your strength if you’re going to keep up with me.”
Greg and Cindy exchanged a glance before hesitantly reaching for the pellets. It was a far cry from the breakfasts they were used to—full meals with toast, eggs, and coffee—but they had no choice. Madison’s words, though seemingly benign, carried an undertone of authority that made it clear they were expected to comply.
As they began to eat, Madison sat back down with her own bowl of cereal, her thoughts drifting once again. She wondered what it would have been like if she had gotten the Little she had always dreamed of, instead of being stuck with this responsibility. The fantasy of caring for a graceful, obedient Little was a far cry from the reality she now faced, and it left her feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration.
Madison stared at the pile of pellets in front of her parents, her mind conflicted. She had always liked the idea of being able to teach her Littles the skills she wanted them to have, to mold them into the perfect companions, obedient and capable of fulfilling her every expectation. But that vision had crumbled the moment she realized her Littles were her parents. The relationship between them was no longer one of simple authority or ownership—it was messy, complicated, and burdened with the weight of their past roles as parents and children.
“I guess they were right in church. Be specific in what you pray and wish for,” Madison mumbled under her breath as she looked at the box of Little pellets she had gotten earlier. The irony of her situation wasn’t lost on her. She had wanted Littles to shape and guide, to teach and nurture. Instead, she was faced with the awkward reality of having to care for the very people who had once shaped and guided her.
“Those are eggs, bacon, and mango pellets,” Madison said flatly, pointing at the small pile of the nutrient-packed food in front of Greg and Cindy. The pellets looked unappetizing to her, but she knew from the social workers that they were specifically formulated to meet all of her parents’ nutritional needs in their new form. She took a large bite of her cereal, the sound of her crunching and disintegrating the flakes filling the otherwise silent kitchen.
Greg and Cindy exchanged a glance, their hesitation clear. The sight of the pellets in front of them was uninviting, but the reality of their situation made it clear that they didn’t have many options. They were no longer in a position to demand the food they once took for granted. Still, the idea of eating something so foreign to their former lives was difficult to accept. Even the single pellet they had eaten earlier had done little to fill their stomachs.
Madison noticed their reluctance, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you guys not hungry?” she asked, pointing her milk-covered spoon at the uneaten pellets. There was a hint of impatience in her voice, though she tried to keep it in check.
Greg, trying to appeal to his daughter’s sense of compassion, spoke up. “Madison, sweetheart, maybe we could just have a small portion of your cereal? Even a small bit of bread would be fine.”
Madison’s expression hardened as she wagged her finger above them in a gesture of reprimand. “Ah, ah, ah,” she said, her tone firm but sincere. “You guys should know better than any other Little in your situation that you can’t eat people’s food. Littles like you eat pellets. They have all the nutrients you need in a form your body can handle. You heard the Little worker yesterday.”
Her words, though spoken with sincerity, carried the weight of finality. There was no room for negotiation. Madison was doing what she had been told was best for her parents, what the social workers had assured her was the right way to care for them. But the truth was, the situation felt wrong to all of them. Greg and Cindy were no longer simply parents or guardians; they were Littles, bound by the same rules and restrictions as the ones they had once discussed in the abstract.
Greg sighed, his heart sinking as he realized there was no point in arguing further. “You’re right, Madison,” he said softly, his voice tinged with resignation. “We’ll eat the pellets.”
Cindy, though equally disheartened, nodded in agreement. The taste of the pellets, she knew, would be a harsh reminder of their new reality. But Madison’s sincerity, her determination to do what was right by the standards she had been given, made it clear that resistance was futile.
As they began to eat, the crunch of the pellets echoed in the silence, mingling with the sound of Madison’s cereal. The contrast between the two was stark—Madison’s casual enjoyment of her meal, and their forced acceptance of theirs. It was a moment that encapsulated the new dynamics of their relationship, a relationship that was no longer defined by guidance but by authority and compliance.
Madison watched them for a moment, her expression unreadable. Deep down, she knew this wasn’t the way she had envisioned things. But it was the reality they were all living in now, and she had to maintain control, had to ensure that things ran smoothly. Even if it meant enforcing rules she wasn’t entirely comfortable with.
“Good,” she said finally, her tone softening slightly as she turned her attention back to her own breakfast. “This is for your own good. I know it’s different, but you’ll get used to it.”
But as the three of them sat at the table, each lost in their own thoughts, it was clear that “getting used to it” was going to be much harder than any of them had anticipated. The once-familiar bonds of family were being stretched and reshaped into something new, something none of them had ever imagined. And as the day unfolded, the reality of their new lives continued to sink in, one uncomfortable bite at a time.
Greg and Cindy could only stare at their daughter in disbelief as she laid down the law with an attitude they had never seen directed at them before. Madison’s words stung, not just because of their content, but because they came from someone they had raised, someone they had loved and nurtured. Yet here she was, dictating terms to them as if they were no more than children—or worse, pets.
Greg tried one last time to reason with her, his tone calm but pleading. “Madison, please, look, we might look like Littles, but we’re still your parents. You can’t expect us to eat pellets for every meal, right? Surely you were just joking before about pellets for two weeks.”
But Madison was ready with her rebuttal. “I seem to remember being told I’m supposed to eat what I’m given. I didn’t like broccoli or peas, yet you and Mom sure seemed to continue to make them with the expectation that I would have to eat them,” she said, taking another spoonful of cereal with deliberate nonchalance.
Greg sighed, trying to maintain his composure. “Madison, you were eight, and we were your parents. We were opening your eyes to new things and getting you to eat healthy. Besides, you like broccoli now because we had you eat it.”
Madison didn’t miss a beat. “So, then you understand why you’ll be eating those Little pellets for every meal. Just like I learned to like broccoli, you’ll learn to like them,” she said, her hand hovering over the pellets before she picked them up off the table. “You’re my Littles, and I’m your guardian. I know what’s best for you. If you don’t want to eat these, that’s fine. It’s a long time till dinner tonight, when we can try this again—maybe by then you’ll be a bit more appreciative of the food I worked to put on the table for you.”
Greg and Cindy could feel the sting of her words as she continued, her tone growing more pointed. “Littles eat pellets. It’s literally Little food, made just for you, like dog food is made for dogs and cat food is made for cats. This cereal is people food, made for people. Now, let’s think—how many people live in this house? Do you know the answer, Mom?” Madison asked, her voice dripping with attitude.
Cindy tried to keep her voice calm, knowing she needed to avoid activating the collar around her neck. “Madison, that is quite enough.”
But Madison wasn’t finished. “Wrong. There are two people who live in this house: me and McKenzie. And how many people are here right now, Mom?”
Greg tried to intervene, sensing the direction Madison was taking. “Madison—”
But Madison cut him off. “Dad, this is Mom’s question.”
Cindy’s frustration was mounting, but she tried to remain reasonable. “This is silly. We all live in this house, Madison. We just want to eat regular food from time to time.”
Madison’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing as she took in her parents’ resistance. “I guess my Littles weren’t doing as well as I thought. It’s a long road ahead before you can be trusted outside the home, I guess. McKenzie and I expect our Littles to be well-mannered and behaved. We expect our Littles to understand their place. There is ONE person in this house right now, and it’s me. I’m eating a bowl of cereal because I’m a person. I have the right and ability to choose to eat anything I want in this house because I’m a person. You two are Littles. Littles eat what their guardian provides because you don’t get to make those decisions. Is that clear?”
The finality of her words, combined with the harsh glare she directed at them, left Greg and Cindy with no choice but to comply. Greg tried to speak again, but Madison cut him off with a stern look. “I said, is that clear? That means my Littles answer yes or no.”
The weight of the situation pressed down on them, and they knew there was no way out. “Y-yes, Madison,” they both said, their voices barely above a whisper, their sense of defeat palpable.
Madison nodded, satisfied. “We can try this again tonight. If you two would just accept that I’m your guardian and you’re my Littles, this could be so much better. We could be having fun. You could come to school with me, or we could be hanging out after school like other guardians and their Littles.”
As Madison went back to eating her cereal, Greg and Cindy sat in stunned silence, their minds reeling from the harsh reality that had just been laid out before them. The roles had been reversed so completely, and Madison’s words made it clear that she had fully embraced her new position of authority. The sense of powerlessness they felt was overwhelming, and as the morning continued, the prospect of their future as Madison’s Littles seemed more daunting than ever.
Their silence is loud. I kind of want to see them give her a hard core silent treatment with nodding as the only form of communication. But seeing as how the last 2 episodes have gone I wonder if Greg and Cindy might fight in front of their kids. I bet that would really change everything. Cindy angry at the situation and Greg angry at cindy. If they fought in front of their kids it would most likely send Madison and Kenz a hardcore reality check. Even if they’re littles she can’t deny that they are still their parents and seeing them fight would definitely make them understand how hard they have it. While Cindy definitely ingrained poor lessons for a long time they are only teens and have many years left to grow and learn.
I think the arguing would be interesting for sure, but idk if it’s have the intended affect. I think that they’d just separate them, Madison would be pissed at Cindy, Kenzs would take gregs side, and Cindy would be the odd one out, even it Greg tried to convince Kenz that he understands his own inaction are part of the reason Madison is the way that she is, Kenz still has a lot of resentment towards her mom that she wouldn’t really see it that way.
Silent treatment might just go over madisons head lol she’s not had the best track record of picking up on that sort of thing, like when Cindy has been sarcastic. It’s an interesting idea, but I think it’d just reinforce her own opinions that she’s got them under her thumb.
personally, I think asking Madison to cut them some slack and let them adjust wouldn’t be too far fetched. She’s trying to force their teachings onto her to get them to accept everything, which I think is partly why she gets so much enjoyment out of it, but the reality is that there are 0 littles that were once considered normal humans that have made a clean transition without some outside factor influencing it (*cough* fuck you permatech *cough*)
Fair. I do wonder what Asuka has in store for the breaking point. Every story has a climax and I wonder what it will be
It’ll have to be something both effective but not capable of leading to separating.
personally I think it’ll be cindy completely submitting that’ll be the climax for this season, though i guess there could be a butterfly affect where madison and kenzie see this and realize that maybe the way they went about getting her to accept everything was wrong, madison especially, and then the script flips and they devlop a more gentle approach as to mend their relationship with their mom. that’s just me though. I’m not very creative too lol so I doubt it’d be that obvious for someone like Asuka to write
I don’t htink a silent treatment would work. I won’t really elaborate because i’d be giving away details of what happens or just repeating what CM said.
I know for sure there are a couple arguments not sure if they are private or in front of the daughters.
1) Madison puts milk before cereal? She truly is a monster/s
2) the casual dominance she has still on full display. Only two humans living their is s cunty thing to say.
3.1) Madison thinking to her expectation vs reality is nice to see, and of course she was especially not expecting her parents to be littles.
3.2) Madison having not thought out the logistical side if care also makes sense, that’s a common oversight for pet owners and new parents alike.
3.3) Madison having yellow fever was a surprise but actually makes sense with her personality.
3.4) it’s goid to see her acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation, as well as the disappointment and frustration she’s feeling.
4) Bacon and Eggs and mango is an odd combination.
5) Even Greg’s getting on the “we’re people not littles” nonsense now.
6) “The food I worked to put on the table for you” Brat you paid for that with their money, you unemployed child didn’t work for shit.
7) those pellets look exactly like dog food, and not even the regular dog kibble, specifically like the bone shaped fancy dog food.
7) fun fact. I did not have a model of anything resembling pellets that I could use individually. so i actually used dog biscuits that I rescaled down to pellet size and just went with that’s how pellets look.
6) It could have been paid for with McKenzie’s money. She does work. But most likely it was there parents money. As my thought process was it was just a box they had a few boxes lying around.
5)Greg is further along in accepting but one still wouldn’t fully give up there human rights without saying anything or fighting at all. Especially when your angry from being needled repeatedly.
4) Wel i viewed it as there would be like bacon pellet, and egg pellet and a mango pellet. Not a fusion of all the flavors into one pellet. As i was thinking a fruit, meat, and then most people eat eggs with breakfast.
3.4) yes I heeded your advice from a earlier smallara chapter where you talked about wanting to see more of the inside thoughts of Sara. So included that feedback into this.
3.3)I wrote she had yellow fever? I must have completely forgotten about that detail.
3.2) She is a teenager and not very old. It felt natural to have her not think things completely through. She just thought about the actual want not the logistics behind it.
3.1) yes this to me is one of the most understandable things that madison is going through. As if you get information backs saying you and your parents are immune. And you want a little and had been asking for one. You would never think that your parents would become the littles you were asking for. THat wouldn’t even be a wild consideration for most people.
2) I really liked that part. Casual dominance is fun to write as itsoften overlooked.
1) she also eats oreos without milk. I’m not sure if you have oreos in austrlia. if you don’t they are like round tim tams basically cookie biscuits with flavored creme filling in the middle. Most people dunk them in milk.
not a fan of oreos, but that’s sacrilege
1) gasp! We do have Oreos in Australia, I actually have Oreos in my Car right now. I’ve dunked oreos in milk, they’re good.
2) You write it well, and it’s fun to read.
3.1) It’s easy to overlook how much Madison and McKenzie’s lives have been uprooted by this change since we so often focus on what Greg and Cindy are going through, but the girls lives have been messed up to, not as much but still messed up.
3.2) that does seem to be a running theme, that lack of forethought seems to exasperate the expectation vs reality issue.
3.3) I’m now realising that that could just be Australian slang, “yellow fever” is that obsession some people have with Asians, especially Asian women, I wrote that in to reference her wanting an Asian little.
3.4) I think it’s an improvement as now, while I’m still not approving of Madison’s behaviour, I can better acknowledge that part of it is her putting on a brave face for her parents.
4) oh, ok, sounded like it was all in one, that she pulled then all from one box, and there doesn’t seem to be any was to differentiate them just by looking at them sp they wouldn’t know what flavour until they bit into them.
Thought it might be little pellets liking different flavour combos to biggles.
5) Makes him seem hypocritical now since he was trying to make Cindy understand that they are, and is now claiming they aren’t
6) I reckon it would’ve been bought while Maddie was out on day one.
7) Dog biscuits shaped pellets would be kinda humiliating, and the Genritech employee what made then would likely have known this.
“Genritech Little Care, one step forward, two steps back”
1) I wasn’t sure as alot of American snacks aren’t found overseas. I have co-worker from England an they never had a dorito before moving to the states
2)thanks
3) That is very true. The are also victims.
3.2) Yes its a very human trait especially in youth but in all people.
3.3) Oh, that makes sense. Yeah ihadn’t ever heard of it before.
3.4) It happens several times throughout. I’m glad its working well.
5) I dont think him saying basically madison we look light littles but we’re parents is him saying anything hypocritical. He is more saying that we arent just littles we are still your parents. Like the two aren’t mutually exclusive.
6) yeah most likely
7) Out of all things that would be humiliating being a little by the time i got to the food i doubt I would be all that humiliated personally.
I thin nabisco products thrive overseas, but am not sure. i know things like lays and kellogs are slightly rebranded over in Europe but are basically the same thing
Wait…. the pellets we kept hearing about are shaped like Milk Bones?
that was just the model i had. I could have also made them like tylenol capsules but that seemed to colorful. I was just using what I had on hand. I didn’t want actually make a pellet model.
Canonically they look like wood pellets as far as shape goes.