Charity 25

Whispers of a Former Life: Episode 25

The gentle swaying motion of Alejandra’s strides had become something Charity relied upon, a rhythmic and predictable pattern providing a strange comfort amidst the overwhelming uncertainty of her existence. She had grown accustomed to its soothing sway, adapting her tiny body to its movements as if bobbing gently atop ocean waves. But this time, without warning, the pattern abruptly shattered. 

A sharp, violent descent plunged Charity’s stomach upward into her chest, a sickening lurch so sudden and brutal that panic surged through her veins before she could fully register the sensation. She instinctively curled into the hoodie, grasping frantically at fabric folds as the entire bag slammed harshly onto an unyielding surface. The impact reverberated through every fiber around her, the fabric and contents exploding into chaotic motion. 

Within moments, the carefully arranged items of Alejandra’s backpack erupted into uncontrolled turmoil. Coins slammed into each other with sharp metallic clangs, ricocheting off the hard plastic surfaces of cosmetics and random clutter, creating a cacophony of impacts that felt like thunder. The large plastic hairbrush careened forward, its rigid bristles scraping menacingly against the inside of the bag, sounding like dry bones dragging across gravel. Charity could feel the vibrations intensify beneath her, violent tremors jarring her small form as objects tumbled around her with dangerous unpredictability. 

Only her instinctive decision to nestle deeper within the hoodie’s protective cavern had saved her from severe injury. Fabric bunched and twisted around her in a sudden constriction, pressing close and tight against her small frame as she curled into a protective fetal position. Her breathing grew rapid, shallow, her heartbeat drumming wildly against her ribcage. 

Gradually, the chaos settled, and silence descended again, a thick blanket smothering the echoes of the violent disruption. Charity waited, trembling, barely daring to breathe, her pulse thrumming loudly in her ears. The backpack rested heavily upon a firm, immovable surface now, motionless and silent. 

Muffled, distant sounds slowly filtered through to Charity’s sensitive ears: a soft creaking of wooden floorboards, the gentle rustling of clothing being removed, shoes thudding onto a carpet or rug. Relief blossomed briefly in Charity’s chest, perhaps Alejandra had finally returned home. Maybe soon she could escape this ordeal, finally emerging to safety. 

But as she began to move, something felt terribly wrong. The opening through which she had entered the safety of the hoodie now seemed absent. Her small hands anxiously felt around, fingers searching desperately for the tiny gap that had allowed her entry. But every inch of exploration led only to more thick, unyielding fabric, folded upon itself. The way out had collapsed during the impact, sealing her inside a cocoon of heavy cotton. 

Charity’s enhanced vision, which had served her so well before, now offered no comfort. Though she could clearly make out the fabric’s intricate weave, every ridge and thread visible in detail, there was no opening, no glimmer of escape. Frantic, her fingers clawed at the hoodie’s interior, attempting to pry open even the smallest gap, but the fabric was impossibly dense and unyielding. 

The reality sank in quickly and brutally: she was trapped. Panic surged through her in hot, choking waves, a primal dread she had never known. Her breath quickened, her chest tight, as fear threatened to overwhelm her completely. 

“No, no, no, please,” she whimpered softly, her voice a mere whisper lost within the suffocating layers around her. Charity pushed and pressed futilely against the fabric, but at her current size and strength, the heavyweight cotton hoodie was as immovable as stone walls encasing her. The fabric mocked her efforts, absorbing her struggles effortlessly. 

Desperation overwhelmed logic, and Charity screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice carrying all the anguish and fear that had accumulated since the metamorphosis. Once her powerful, commanding voice had effortlessly filled entire rooms, now it was reduced to a feeble, breathless cry, muffled and absorbed by the thick layers of cloth surrounding her. The silence afterward felt cruelly mocking, emphasizing her absolute helplessness. 

Exhaustion soon forced her to stop, her voice fading into weak sobs. Her muscles trembled, energy drained away by the relentless struggle and panic. She sagged against the fabric, breathing heavily, sweat dampening her tiny form. And then the gnawing sensation in her stomach, previously suppressed by adrenaline, became impossible to ignore. Hunger gripped her fiercely, a sharp ache deepening into something painful and relentless. She had not eaten since before her transformation, and now that neglect made itself brutally clear, weakening her already fragile state. 

Around her, Alejandra’s everyday life continued obliviously. Mighty footsteps reverberated through the wooden floor, powerful vibrations carrying effortlessly into the backpack. The distant sound of objects being moved and rearranged echoed softly in Charity’s ears—each mundane act emphasizing her insignificance, trapped here among Alejandra’s belongings. Even as she languished in despair and fear, Alejandra’s world carried on unaffected, unaware of the fragile stowaway hidden within her possessions. 

Time passed torturously slow in her fabric prison, minutes stretching into eternities. Charity pressed her ear desperately against the cloth, straining to listen for clues, for any opportunity or indication of Alejandra’s intentions. She heard water running faintly, a muffled conversation, brief and in Spanish, then silence again. 

Just as she started to surrender completely to hopelessness, another abrupt shift jolted her sharply upright. The backpack lifted, swinging briefly as Alejandra hoisted it once more onto her shoulder. Charity gasped, bracing herself as the now familiar swaying rhythm resumed, carrying her unknowingly toward yet another uncertain destination. 

As they moved again, Charity’s mind raced frantically. She was utterly at Alejandra’s mercy, trapped, invisible, and forgotten. Her only option was endurance, patience, a willingness to wait until chance or circumstance provided escape. Her stomach twisted painfully, hunger and exhaustion gnawing fiercely, reminding her how desperately vulnerable she truly was. 

The backpack’s swaying was gentle again, but the calm rhythm offered no comfort now. Charity could only curl deeper within the folds of the hoodie, accepting her helplessness with bitter resignation. The intimate smells of Alejandra were ever-present, mingling perfumes, soap, sweat, and marijuana, all enveloping her tiny form in a sensory reminder of her profound loss of control. 

But alongside her despair, Charity found a small flame of stubborn determination flaring to life. Despite her panic and fear, a deeper resolve rose from within her, a fierce refusal to accept this as her fate. Her pride, though deeply bruised, still smoldered, defiant beneath the surface. Charity Stevens had always overcome obstacles, no matter how impossible, and she would survive this too. She would endure, watching and waiting patiently for the opportunity to regain control over her existence, no matter how long it took. 

Until then, she was forced to remain hidden, an invisible, forgotten passenger traveling within Alejandra’s belongings, carried unknowingly through the vast, indifferent world. 

 

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J - Vader
J - Vader
6 days ago

Wow this story continues to fascinate me and I grow to care about charity safety even more even though I know she did questionable things in the past I still don’t want her to get hurt or anything like that

also I’m back ! Sorry work has been wild and I’M GOING TO SEE SUPERMAN THIS WEEKEND WOOOOOO SO EXCITED

Over great work

washsnowghost
Reply to  J - Vader
6 days ago

I am glad your back and I agree I want charity to be found and be safe. I am a sap that only likes happy endings and a little bonding to a human seems like a good start. Also im a big comic geek and most of the reviews from comic people are not great from superman. they mis the mark on who he is but enjoy anyway bud.

Lethal Ledgend
5 days ago

0) Sorry I’m late, I had Internet Trouble™  

1) “a rhythmic and predictable pattern providing a strange comfort amidst the overwhelming uncertainty of her existence” she is really good at finding bright sides.

2) “She instinctively curled into the hoodie, grasping frantically at fabric folds as the entire bag slammed harshly onto an unyielding surface” If only someone had predicted that this could happen.

3) “Fabric bunched and twisted around her in a sudden constriction, pressing close and tight against her small frame” another thing someone could have predicted.

4) “The way out had collapsed during the impact, sealing her inside a cocoon of heavy cotton” She’s trapped completely by her own decisions she made to stay safe.

5) “The silence afterwards felt cruelly mocking, emphasising her absolute helplessness.” well, she’d know something about mocking the helpless.

6) “She had not eaten since before her transformation, and now that neglect made itself brutally clear, weakening her already fragile state.” Somehow, I doubt Al has food that  Littles could eat in that bag.

7) “She was utterly at Alejandra’s mercy, trapped, invisible, and forgotten” Al can’t be merciful to someone she’s unaware of. Mercy is a choice, and Al was given no such option.

8) “Despite her panic and fear, a deeper resolve rose from within her, a fierce refusal to accept this as her fate. Her pride, though deeply bruised, still smouldered, defiant beneath the surface. Charity Stevens had always overcome obstacles, no matter how impossible, and she would survive this too” She’s becoming a bit too likeable here, I’m a little concerned.

washsnowghost
Reply to  Asukafan2001
5 days ago

I agree, many people are raised poorly and like think Cindy was given a second chance with smallara to be raised to be a better person by her daughters, i think charity has the same opportunity by a physically loving but also strict if she needs it giant Latina woman to overwhelm her with maternal love to physically bond her and shape her to be a Latina woman’s perfect snuggle in her bra little because i know from lots of experience, that would be important to her lol. this second chance at being raised differently I think is a under valued good thing of smallara. not everything is bad and i hope the positives of smallara will be made into chapters by someone

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  Asukafan2001
3 days ago

8) yet another similarity with Sara.

7) Obviously.

5) as would many, I’m afraid.

4) icouls se that.

2&3) honestly the world would be a better place if more people listened to me.

1) apart from that last sentence, you could’ve been describing Sara.

Cho
Cho
5 days ago

Hey quick question but if relationships between Littles and Guardians are taboo, then how is Mallory in a relationship with Gavin? I would assume at some point there would be pressure on her to treat him more as a pet so she can date a human boy. Or is Mallory choosing to see Gavin as a person like her, regardless of what society may think?

washsnowghost
Reply to  Cho
5 days ago

I my opinion its both but I hope their are above 18 romance between a little guy and human woman because their are no safety issues because a giant full grown high school girl put her full weight on a little teacher so a little would not get hurt in a vagina other then holding their breath and they cant be crushed by breasts of butts so I think currently there is no chapters because many are under 18, but for me the physical contact and relationships between human and littles are more interesting because its a basic animal emotion to deal with and because the government is trying to discourage it, its like any forbidden fruit, people want it more lol. I know for me drinking became boring after it was legal for me lol. I never drink beer if I go out with my family, only foo foo good tasting drinks my sister n law orders for me that taste good lol.

Asukafan2001
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Reply to  Cho
5 days ago

It is considered taboo in general but being it’s the era in the United States where people are still getting infected.

Pre-existing relationships still exist and are understood. Some people being more okay with it than others

washsnowghost
Reply to  Asukafan2001
5 days ago

Like I said above , I am sure wife’s are pimping out their little husbands for spending money to their many single friends with no boyfriend. there is no way for the government to know because the little is registered to the human wife and she can just say she is letting her friends play with her husband to see if the want to buy a little boyfriend which ironically could be true lol. I try to think of what would happen when people are acting like normal and most marriages are together for money and sleep in different beds and stats say there is a large about of single, educated no children woman that are lonely because a lot guys are traditionist and want a family and kids and are not interested in them and all they can do is blame the men not themselves so in the smallara world, buying or bowering a little man is perfect for them lol. They can force their little man think like them and do what ever they want.

Cho
Cho
Reply to  Asukafan2001
5 days ago

I could see awkward situations where in a couple one partner shrinks and may be pressured by a potential new romance partner to treat their spouse as a pet animal. I mean, if Littles aren’t considered people then how could preexisting relationships be allowed to continue? And if relationships are considered acceptable if they were together before one partner got Smallara, then you’re acknowledging that fundamentally Littles, even if a separate new species, are capable of relationships with Humans and being treated as equals. I feel like these are mutually exclusive positions.

washsnowghost
Reply to  Cho
5 days ago

that is my thinking also.

Cho
Cho
Reply to  Asukafan2001
4 days ago

So would a pre-exisiting relationship between a Human and Underbred be considered less appropriate as the years go on? Like: Couple stays together but as the years pass by, the Human is under increasing pressure to treat the Underbred spouse as a pet and “move on”?

washsnowghost
Reply to  Cho
4 days ago

That would be something a loving couple would push back on, I would think because the wife could hide her husband anywhere on her body at work and nobody would know but her and her turned on places she put him lol. There are wives that would have sex with humans in front of her little husband because she can now and to put him in his place maybe if he complains to much but because of all the positives a little husband has over human man, I think many woman would not want to deal with human men. There is another reason that if thinking like how people really are, woman would keep there little boyfriends/husbands in sensitive areas at work and be a couple at home because love always wins out through out time. Different races were considered different breeds not to long ago and the only thing a little cant give a relationship really is children. They can give love, more attention then a human could because the husband could be on the wife’s body at all times, and could give physical stimulation in a more detailed and more often then a human and most important, there is no doubt who is in charge lol. So no fighting lol. I am guessing the giant hole in the smallara universe will be fixed in future issues.

Cho
Cho
Reply to  Asukafan2001
3 days ago

So if a wife publicly stated she’s still in a relationship with her Underbred husband, that would be an issue?

washsnowghost
Reply to  Cho
3 days ago

I think little and human relationships would be like gay relationships were in the 70s. Hidden away and never talked about. In public they are a normal little, at home something more. Don’t ask don’t tell mode lol.

Asukafan2001
Admin
Reply to  Cho
3 days ago

What do you mean by publicly stated? That seems like on the surface something that wouldn’t normally occur unless she was wanting a reaction of some kind.

I’m married and not sure if I’ve made a point to publicly make a statement. I don’t hide it but I’m not putting out press releases either

Cho
Cho
Reply to  Asukafan2001
3 days ago

Like the wife taking the husband out on dates. Not putting a collar on him. Stuff like that.

Cho
Cho
Reply to  Asukafan2001
3 days ago

I can see the wife more or less treating her husband as her pet, with human men try to be her partner. Though that basically becomes a cuckolding situation…. unless no, because the husband is no longer a human?

washsnowghost
Reply to  Asukafan2001
4 days ago

people follow suggested & relationship government rules that don’t have a victim rarely. Example sister wives of the mormen’s and Muslim. Most people don’t like to be told what to do in the relationships. How did that work out in the past stopping gay people.

Asukafan2001
Admin
Reply to  washsnowghost
4 days ago

The us government in this fictional world has more control though. Canonically all branches of government have been unified underneath the executive branch. The government also has more control over the media than they do in real life.

The actual experiences and how people act in the fictionalized world don’t mimic reality. The governments in this fictional world have much more control and people are generally use to it as it’s normal for them. They don’t know another form of government as it’s what has existed