Madison walked over to the counter where she had set her parents down, placing her hand flatly on the surface, palm up. Greg and Cindy exchanged a quick glance, both remembering what she had told them earlier in the day,a technique she had learned from some online streamer. The thought unsettled them, the idea of their youngest daughter picking up “training” methods from people on the internet. Especially someone named Sarandipity, a name they had never heard of before. The notion of being trained like pets, following instructions sourced from a random streamer, made their stomachs churn.
But neither of them dared to cause a scene, not now. There was already enough tension, and they had learned quickly that resistance only made things worse. So, without a word, they quietly walked onto Madison’s hand, their movements slow and careful, as if they were trying to preserve the last shreds of dignity they had left.
Madison didn’t seem to notice their internal conflict, or if she did, she ignored it. With ease, she lifted them off the counter and carried them over to the kitchen table, the soft thud of her steps the only sound in the room. Her control was absolute, and Greg and Cindy, despite their discomfort, knew they had no choice but to comply.
Both parents stepped off of Madison’s and onto the much colder table. They shivered briefly as they looked over at the massive empty plate of Madison before looking over at McKenzie, who was looking at something on her phone, seemingly oblivious to them. There had long been a house rule of no phones at the table. However Mckenzie finally setting her phone down on the table seemed to establish a new order as far as household rules. Greg and Cindy looked at each other but both thought better of saying anything as Madison sat down at the table.
“Here, eat up, Littles. You have to stay strong for me,” Madison said as she set down two tiny bowls in front of her parents. The bowls contained Little pellets, firm and flavorless, followed by shallow dishes of water. The gesture was meant to be nurturing, but it felt more like an afterthought, a hollow semblance of care.
“You’re welcome,” Madison added, her tone laced with condescension. The words jolted Greg and Cindy out of their dazed state, like a sharp slap in the face. A wave of quiet humiliation washed over them as they stood on their own kitchen table, reduced to something far less than human. They glanced at each other, unspoken shock reflecting in their eyes. Their daughters now towered above them, engrossed in casual conversation, as if this were just another dinner. But to Greg and Cindy, it was anything but.
The aroma of the stir fry—garlicky, rich, comforting, filled the room, teasing their senses. It had been so long since they’d eaten anything substantial. The scent triggered a pang of hunger so sharp it nearly made Greg stagger. The thought of eating the dry pellets in front of them only made it worse. The memory of meals shared around this very table, before their lives had shrunk down to this nightmarish reality, clashed painfully with the scene unfolding now.
Madison, oblivious to their silent despair, reached for the large serving spoon and scooped a generous portion of fried rice. As she moved it toward her plate, a clump fell, tumbling onto the table near her. To her, it was a stray mess. To Greg and Cindy, it was a mountain—an abundance of real food, right there in front of them, just out of reach.
Without thinking, they both took a step toward it, their hunger overriding their sense of pride. The mound of rice was massive, like an entire meal laid out before them. It could sustain them, comfort them, if only they could have it.
But as they approached, they hesitated. Above them, their daughters laughed, chatting casually about their day as if nothing had changed. Madison and McKenzie, seated at the table, immersed in a world Greg and Cindy were no longer part of. They weren’t just Littles now, they were voiceless, invisible, like shadows in the lives of their own children.
The irony wasn’t lost on Cindy. This was the meal she had once taught her daughters to cook, passing on family recipes in this very kitchen. Now, they sat high above her, savoring the stir fry she had passed down to them, while she and Greg were left with bowls of pellets and water like obedient pets.
Her stomach growled, a reminder of how real her hunger was. But her pride, what little was left, held her back. Was this what it had come to? Scavenging for fallen scraps from her own table? The thought twisted her insides with a mixture of shame and disbelief.
As Greg and Cindy eyed the mound of fried rice that had fallen near Madison’s plate, the tantalizing smell overwhelming their senses, they both took cautious steps forward. The aroma of the meal brought back memories of family dinners around this very table, where they were the ones serving and providing for their daughters. Now, it was an entirely different world, one where even a scrap of food felt like a luxury.
Madison, seemingly oblivious to their movement, continued her conversation with McKenzie. “So, did Danielle say anything about the next steps for their paperwork?” Madison asked, her tone casual as she scooped another spoonful of stir fry onto her plate.
“Not much,” McKenzie replied, taking a sip of her water. “She just reminded me that it takes time to adjust, and we need to be patient with them. She even mentioned some Littles take months to fully adapt to their new lives.”
Greg’s stomach growled as he edged closer to the fried rice, the temptation overwhelming. He knew Madison had set down the pellets for them, but he couldn’t help himself. Real food, real nourishment, was within arm’s reach. He glanced at Cindy, who shared the same hunger in her eyes, her body hesitating as she weighed the risks of disobeying Madison’s unspoken rules.
Suddenly, Madison’s voice cut through the air. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she glanced down at her parents, noticing their movements toward the clump of rice.
Greg froze mid-step, his heart racing. He hadn’t even realized she had been watching them.
“Little pellets are right there,” Madison said, her voice taking on that familiar tone of condescension. “I can’t have you two eating people food, can I? You both know better than that.” She didn’t raise her voice, but the firmness in her tone left no room for argument.
Cindy felt her face flush with embarrassment as she took a small step back, the reality of their situation sinking deeper with every word Madison spoke. They weren’t people in their daughter’s eyes anymore, they were Littles, confined to the rules and expectations Madison set for them.
“Go on, back to your bowls,” Madison continued, giving a slight nod of approval as she returned her focus to McKenzie, the incident already forgotten in her mind.
Greg and Cindy walked slowly toward the small bowls Madison had set down for them, placed near her plate just as she had told them earlier upstairs. They could feel her eyes on them, a silent reminder that this was where they belonged now, at her feet, at her mercy. They cast a quick glance at McKenzie, a fleeting hope that maybe she would call them over, allow them to sit somewhere, anywhere, else. But Madison’s words echoed in their minds: Stay by me unless McKenzie says otherwise.
This was their place, at Madison’s side, unless they were summoned. The thought sat heavy in their chests as they knelt down in front of the bowls of food and water, their bodies betraying their hunger. Their stomachs growled in painful protest. Days of resisting the pellets had left them both weakened, their defiance turning into something more desperate. Greg could feel the hunger gnawing at him, relentless and sharp. He couldn’t take it anymore.
With a shaking hand, he reached for the bowl, intending to lift it and finally get some relief. But before the bowl even left the table, Madison’s voice cut through the air.
“Ah-ah-ah,” she chided, wagging her finger as she chewed, her words tinged with casual authority. “Don’t make a mess. Leave the bowls on the table and eat properly.” She took another bite of her meal, already turning her attention back to McKenzie, as though scolding them were nothing more than a minor distraction.
Greg froze, unsure at first of what she meant, but Cindy knew. The memory hit her like a punch to the gut. She had said those very words so many times, countless times, in front of Madison when friends had brought their Littles over. The humiliation that crept into her heart now felt so much sharper because of it.
Without a word, Cindy bent down, bringing her face toward the bowl of pellets. Her body screamed for food, her hunger too powerful to resist any longer. She swallowed the first mouthful, the taste of chicken flavoring on her tongue, and her mind screamed for her to stop. Every fiber of her being wanted to fight against this degrading act. She couldn’t let her children see her like this, not like this.
But her body betrayed her.
The loud growling of her stomach drowned out her shame, the primal hunger consuming every thought of dignity she had left. The dryness in her mouth intensified with each bite, and she glanced briefly at the bowl of water nearby. For a moment, she hesitated, but it didn’t last long. Her body moved without her consent, and soon she was over the water bowl, lapping up the liquid like an animal. Her mind recoiled, embarrassment washing over her like a cold wave. She wanted to stop, wanted to hide, but her body wouldn’t listen. Her thirst was overwhelming, each mouthful bringing momentary relief, but at the cost of her pride.
She continued drinking until the water caught in her throat, and she lifted her head, coughing and sputtering. The sound was small, but to Cindy, it was deafening, a reminder of how far she had fallen.
Greg watched Cindy, his heart sinking as he saw her break under the weight of hunger and thirst. He knew it was only a matter of time before he too succumbed. His pride kept him frozen for a few more seconds, his mind racing through every possible way to escape this humiliation, but the pain in his stomach gnawed at him. It wasn’t just physical, it was emotional, a deep-seated ache that he couldn’t shake. The last remnants of the life they once knew seemed to slip further away with each moment that passed.
Madison, barely glancing at her parents, continued chatting with McKenzie, her voice a background hum in their world now. “Anyway, I think it’ll be fine for the weekend. I just have to make sure the Littles don’t embarrass me in front of Evan,” Madison said, as if her parents weren’t just feet away from her, reduced to such a pitiful state.
Greg couldn’t take it anymore. He lowered himself to the bowl of pellets, his face hovering just above it, the smell was similar to dry dog food laced with the scent of chicken. He had always hated the smell of the Littles’ food when Cindy had brought it into their home for visitors, but now it was all he had. The first bite was like swallowing sand. He closed his eyes and chewed slowly, trying to keep from gagging. He could hear Madison and McKenzie laughing, the sound of their casual conversation reminding him just how far removed they were from the lives of their children now.
“You’re doing great, Dad,” Madison’s voice cut through, mocking in its sweetness. “I’m so proud of you for eating your food. See? This isn’t so bad. Just remember, I’m here to take care of you.”
Greg felt a surge of anger, but it was quickly swallowed by the futility of his situation. This was their new reality, at Madison’s mercy, reduced to nothing more than Littles. He wanted to scream, to demand his life back, but he knew it wouldn’t matter. They were powerless now, their every move dictated by their own daughter. He cast a glance at Cindy, who avoided his gaze, her face flushed with humiliation.
Neither of them spoke. There was nothing left to say. The silence between them said everything: they were no longer in control. And no matter how hard they tried to resist, their bodies, their minds, and even their dignity would continue to betray them.
“Slow down, Mom. No one’s going to take your food,” Madison said, her voice soft but condescending. She reached down, giving Cindy a few gentle strokes along her back, the same way one might soothe a pet.
“That’s a very good girl, Mom,” Madison added, her tone shifting to something affectionate, almost loving, as if rewarding the behavior she had been hoping for. Each word, meant as praise, cut deeper into Cindy’s pride. The gentle pats felt more like chains, binding her to this new role, this new reality, as Madison’s Little.
Greg stole glances at Cindy as he eat, seeing the quiet defeat in her eyes as she accepted the strokes, her body still trembling from the mix of hunger and shame. The weight of it all was suffocating. This wasn’t a simple gesture of love; it was control masked in affection, a kind of validation that twisted the very idea of what love once meant between a parent and child. Worst of all this wasn’t something she taught Madison. Not directly, Madison had taken her teachings and improved them. She masked her control with love and affection.
damn lol really humanity stripping. Not much of a family dinner, either, when neither Madison or Kenzie are really acknowledging Greg or Cindy yet. Hopefully that changes in the next chapter. I wonder how Kenzie feels about how they eat, too.
Exactly!!!! This border line treating them like dumb animals like they don’t have complete understanding of things and have hands to eat with like mother fucking Cindy why !!!! lol Greg is so right this isn’t love this absolute control with little to no respect or empathy whatsoever for Cindy and Greg here which they don’t completely deserve but at the same time this is just crossing line between sanity and inhumanity at this point
Based on what we know though. If Cindy wasn’t a little and this was happening two other people. She would have no issue with anything happening though. Her only issue is that its happening to her.
Well Madison did set expectaitons ahead of time in prior chapters of what was expected of “her littles” based on Cindy’s prior mentorship.
So they are acting accordingly to CIndy’s own policies.
McKenize wouldn’t be shocked being she knows her mothers policies just doesn’t like all of them.
Omg this hurts my soul watching this fake love bull shit bro how in the hell do expect Littles to eat like fucking dogs when they have hands and thumbs mother fucking Cindy what the actual heck is wrong with you and Madison …..words can’t describe how bad I want to smack her up her head and giving a spanking of a life time how do you as daughter and guardian think this is a good thing for your own parents let alone a little with a complex intelligence like humans like nothing in your mind thinks this wrong or inhuman behavior towards your own parents of all people!!!! God damn it
McKenzie your not off the hook either you see this shit and what do you do act like this is okay because of you’re own feelings towards your mother past actions and beliefs showing that Cindy was somewhat right about not being ready for the responsibility of being the head of the family now wtf
Gaaaahh rage I feel rage towards the stupid beliefs and teaching that Cindy brought here and is bitting her in the ass. Madison being beyond making me angry but pissing me off more so than Dayton and Mia at the moment. McKenzie showing the cons of her being not yet mature enough not fully. And Greg honestly pretty green in the situation at worse he just let it happened which isn’t wrong or good just gray so he’s the only innocent one here……just ahhhhhh the family is so weird and mess up and has to be the complex family I have ever seen!!!!!!
I love the drama and hate it at the same time lol great chapter hard read I’m just hoping no scratch that prying for one positive thing
They have hands but no little utencils so tehy would still have to use there hands to eat and then they would get Pellet dust everywhere.
It would be like eating cheetos without the ability to wash your hands or clean yourself readily.
Cindy also brought those teachings to masses and did fundraisers for politicians and people in authority who believed similarly. Even brining those ideals and teachings to the American school system.
I mean i wouldn’t even say its biting her in butt. It’s just the expected course of action is taking place based on what she believed and fought for.
I wouldn’t say McKenzie isn’t being mature. She is merely letting the wideheld and supported beliefs to occur and not intervening. As one of the main people who fought for this and wanted this life for millions. Is now living it.A mature outcome is also knowing when your hand has been played.
Doing anything different now is basically to late as its already in the school system. Its already what generations are being taught as acceptable. Even if she doesn’t agree with it. Why would she extend her hand out to the one who wanted this?
Greg when I write I do legitimately feel bad for which I don’t often have happened as I can normally separate myself from the fiction. But man it sucks for him as I legitimately think he didn’t do anything wrong and is just being forced to live in the world his wife built brick by brick.
This is the biggest veering I’ve seen so farm. I know Cindy advocated for stupid stuff but Jesus bro. This is all about control. It’s like any morality and reason mads or kenz had had just been stripped away. Like that’s your parents. Jeez. Cindy was bad but the fact that they’d dismiss their folks so fast and easily? Not good.
Well she didn’t just advocate for it though. SHe was in the streets doing the work. She did talks, she educated people, she did fundraisers for political figures who believed similarity. She had her own podcast/youtube channel.
She believed this is how it should be and brought all that to the public school system and fighting for it to be there.
She believed a little is a little and a human is a human there is a solid line.
So Madison who was taught that is really just doing what she knows. She’s had moment of reservations because it is her mother and father and those moments have been depicted. But in her eyes she was taught this is how it is they are littles not people and littles are treated like littles and people are treated like people. You don’t cross-pollinate
Cindy is only being dismissed because she taught her daughter to treat her this way and created a world where it was normalized and fought for it to be normalized.
There are some good/kind moments to in this story though. Things are trending in a better direction for you based on what I know of what your feelings are
1) “The notion of being trained like pets, following instructions sourced from a random streamer, made their stomachs churn.” Right, because Cindy’s lessons were “SO MUCH better”.
2) “some Littles take months to fully adapt to their new lives.” that makes sense, some guardians seem to think it should be instantaneous but I can see it stretching to over a year.
3) “confined to the rules and expectations Madison set for them” Madison set these rules, Cindy? I’m pretty sure Madison learned them from someone.
4) “This was their place, at Madison’s side, unless they were summoned” McKenzie’s really taking this “Secondary Guardian” role to heart, but nor as much as Madison’s taking the “Primary Guardian” role, you’d think Kenzie woukd want at least Greg near her since she can’t spend as much time with them as Madison does.
5) “Days of resisting the pellets had left them both weakened” it’s been less than a day since they ate at breakfast. (And barely resisted)
6) Madison treating Cindy like Cindy’s treated other littles is hilarious.
7) “This wasn’t a simple gesture of love; it was control masked in affection, a kind of validation that twisted the very idea of what love once meant between a parent and child” perfect way to describe it, Madison’s “love” is conditional and transactional, kindness from her only coming once a price is paid.
8) so The closest they get to real food, is when it’s accidentally dropped near them.and McKenzie says nothing on the matter? My prediction was way off.
1) “The notion of being trained like pets, following instructions sourced from a random streamer, made their stomachs churn.” Right, because Cindy’s lessons were “SO MUCH better”.
So much this. The hypocrisy in Cindy is wild sometimes. If I was in her situation I would be a bit miffed that someone was using the process some random streamer online was using if I didn’t know them. Althoguh ironically Cindy does know this streamer as they were in the same guardian training class. But for her to be upset when her own methods have done way more damage.
2) “some Littles take months to fully adapt to their new lives.” that makes sense, some guardians seem to think it should be instantaneous but I can see it stretching to over a year.
Yes, this part I wanted to get into canon as it is true. A little would would take up to to even more then a year to fully adjust. You kind of even saw that in smallara prime where JOrdan was a bit different in the sunday funday episode then he is day 5 of being infected.
3) “confined to the rules and expectations Madison set for them” Madison set these rules, Cindy? I’m pretty sure Madison learned them from someone.
Very true,it really is confined to the rules and expectation Cindy set. Madison is just enforcing the created rule set.
4) “This was their place, at Madison’s side, unless they were summoned” McKenzie’s really taking this “Secondary Guardian” role to heart, but nor as much as Madison’s taking the “Primary Guardian” role, you’d think Kenzie woukd want at least Greg near her since she can’t spend as much time with them as Madison does.
This is only one section its not over yet. But the there place was at Madison’s side was more because Madison told them to stay next to her in a prior chapter. Since they know Madison they know how she will get if they try anything. So they feel a bit hamstrung.
McKenzie I kind of established prior is tired so shes more just trying to decompress and relax a bit not really fully thinking or observing things. Atleast that was the thought process. The actual dinner i wanna say is like 2 more episodes worth of content.
5) “Days of resisting the pellets had left them both weakened” it’s been less than a day since they ate at breakfast. (And barely resisted)
Since they are smaller smaller creatures burn food faster I found. So the intent was more the bit they ate was not enough when compared to how much there body now needs to eat. Which proportionally isn;t equal to how much a person would need to eat if just scaled down.
6) Madison treating Cindy like Cindy’s treated other littles is hilarious.
I for one am shocked that Cindy doesn’t like her own methods applied to her.
7) “This wasn’t a simple gesture of love; it was control masked in affection, a kind of validation that twisted the very idea of what love once meant between a parent and child” perfect way to describe it, Madison’s “love” is conditional and transactional, kindness from her only coming once a price is paid.
Thanks, I thought that part came out well. I would say i don’t think its fully transcational but shes using her affection in a transcational way to train them. In theory that relationship could change once they are trained.
8) so The closest they get to real food, is when it’s accidentally dropped near them.and McKenzie says nothing on the matter? My prediction was way off.
It hasn’t been established yet what McKenzie’s feelings actually are about pellets and littles eating pellets. So its unclear what her stance fully is.
1) I love the image of you writing this all out and just yelling at Cindy as you type because of the hypocrisy lol. like that’s such a funny thing to me, but at the same time so cool because you have a good degree of separation from your characters
1) I kind of love that the Wessens met Sara before her channel blew up.
Cindy should be grateful her lessons are being mixed less cruel guardians’s lessons, even with ny issues with Sara I can say she’s better than Cindy.
2) That reminds me of a psychology test some people ran a few years ago, the surveyed someone who recently won the lottery and was was now a multi millionaire and someone who’d been in a car crash and was now wheelchair bound on how happy they are with their lives. Predictably the millionaire was very happy and the wheelchair gut was not, but when they surveyed then again a year later, the millionaire and the wheelchair guy scored about the same. I find idmt similar cause the wheelchair guy had every right to be pissed and such, Luke littles, but obviously was able to adapt and find joy over time.
4) I see, once again Lethal Ledgend took things too literally, I’ll look forward to seeing what happens.
5) ok, so just not enough.
6) truly the biggest twist in any work of fiction.
7) depends on how she goes I guess, it’d definitely stop if she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but it doesn’t seem to take much to start it.
8) That’s a very good point, will that be established in the future?