A few months had passed since the stream. Charity found herself alone again in Evan’s room, curled up on the soft fleece pillow inside her meticulously polished habitat. She picked up her final pellet between her tiny fingers, examining it with a strange blend of disgust and longing. The perfectly symmetrical shape and smooth, slightly powdery surface irritated her, it looked like food made for an animal, not a person. Yet as she bit into it, her mouth betrayed her. Flavors burst against her taste buds, savory and pleasant, just sweet enough to be enjoyable. A perfectly balanced meal, designed specifically for her altered body.
She resented how much she enjoyed it. Before, when she had tried pellets out of casual curiosity, back when she was still fully human, they had tasted awful. Bland, chalky, gritty. She’d spat them out immediately, mocking the idea anyone could actually consume them regularly. Now, the memory mocked her. The very food she’d scoffed at was her only sustenance, and worse yet, she was beginning to crave it.
Charity glanced across the room to Evan’s nightstand, where a half eaten candy bar sat abandoned, its foil wrapper glinting temptingly under the bedroom lights. She had never been big on sweets, salads, sushi, or the occasional gourmet entrée had always suited her sophisticated tastes, but now, the mere sight of human food ignited a painful longing. She missed the textures, the variety, the choice. She missed having control.
Evan had explained the logic countless times: Littles’ digestive systems required a specialized nutrient blend. Regular human food didn’t provide the necessary balance anymore. Charity had initially dismissed it as corporate marketing nonsense, a manipulative scheme to ensure lifelong dependency. But after her failed attempt to eat a simple macaroni noodle, she couldn’t deny the truth any longer.
That humiliating moment replayed vividly in her mind. Evan had been chatting excitedly about school with her parents at the dinner table, ignoring Charity completely as she waited on the floor after having been given permission to roam freely but stay in sight. A stray noodle had fallen off Evan’s plate, landing temptingly close. Charity had seized the opportunity, leaning down and biting eagerly into it.
Immediately, she had gagged. The noodle tasted overwhelmingly rich, the cheese sickly and thick. She’d spat it back out, horrified, her throat and tongue rejecting what her mind desperately wanted. Evan hadn’t even noticed, happily savoring her own pasta, completely oblivious to Charity’s failed rebellion at her feet.
The realization had hit Charity with crushing weight: she was truly changed. Her body could no longer process human food. She’d crossed an irreversible boundary. It felt like losing her humanity all over again, another indignity on a seemingly endless list.
Now, seated beside her tiny ceramic dish, Charity mechanically chewed the last pellet. Her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment as she admitted to herself: it tasted good. Actually good. She swallowed bitterly, despising the enjoyment she derived from something so degrading.
Footsteps echoed outside the bedroom door. Evan’s cheerful voice floated in as she entered the room, fresh from school.
“Hey, Charizard,” she greeted casually, tossing her backpack onto the bed and removing her jacket. Charity winced slightly at the nickname. Evan had started calling her that weeks ago, the playful infantilization now a permanent fixture in their relationship. “You finished eating? Good girl.”
Charity’s stomach turned at the patronizing praise, but she kept quiet, knowing protest would be futile. Evan knelt briefly, refilling the pellet dish without hesitation. A new meal, carefully measured, scientifically balanced, sat waiting for Charity, a perpetual reminder of her loss of agency.
“Dinner time,” Evan announced brightly, scooping Charity up gently and setting her on the hardwood floor beside the bed. Charity watched silently as Evan retrieved her own dinner from a tray and settled cross-legged atop her mattress. Spaghetti, garlic bread, a side salad. All things Charity had loved before her shrinking. The aromas drifted downward, taunting her.
Evan’s mother appeared briefly in the doorway, her gaze settling softly on Charity. “Are you sure you don’t want her at the table tonight, Evan?”
Evan shook her head firmly. “Nope. Madison’s mom, Mrs. Wessen, said it’s better for Littles to eat on the floor. She says it sets clear boundaries and helps reinforce structured behaviors. Plus, it’s cleaner. Easy to wipe up. I’ll just eat here with her.”
Charity’s teeth clenched at the mention of Cindy Wessen’s name. The renowned expert on Littles had once been a figure Charity respected, even admired, back when she was a fully privileged member of society. Now, she was merely the indirect source of further humiliation. When they went to Madison’s house Evan would run through and practice methods Cindy would teach. While Evan adopted some of the methods Cindy suggested Charity was thankful Evan didn’t follow them religiously. The irony was Evan more likely to incorporate something from Sara Reeves or as she is now Sarandipity.
Charity knelt, lowering her head toward the small dish again, bitterness welling in her chest. As she chewed slowly, she listened silently to Evan’s animated conversation with her mother.
“Cindy said the trick to effective Little training is consistency. If you keep routines clear, they’ll learn their place faster and behave better,” Evan explained confidently, swirling her fork through her spaghetti.
Charity’s cheeks burned hotter. She felt herself shrinking even further inside, her dignity slipping away with every pellet swallowed. Her knees ached against the hard floor, but she no longer bothered asking for cushions or comfort. Cindy’s method didn’t allow it. Evan seeing her discomfort pulled her sock off her foot and folded it setting down next to her. She gently lifted Charity up setting her down on the sock before moving her food to be next her while talking with her mom.
“I’m impressed by how responsible you’ve become with her,” Mrs. Kingsley commented warmly. “Maybe Madison can learn from you when she finally gets her own Little someday.”
Evan laughed. “Madison’s mom is already teaching her plenty. Cindy knows exactly how to handle Littles. Madison will probably end up even stricter than me.”
The casual conversation floated above Charity’s head, indifferent to her presence. She chewed another pellet, the savory flavor coating her tongue pleasantly. The enjoyment nauseated her. She couldn’t even claim true misery, couldn’t fully despise her treatment, because her own altered biology now betrayed her.
She remembered Cindy’s podcasts vividly, how she had once casually agreed with the concepts. She had nodded along when Cindy said Littles needed firm guidance and clear rules, oblivious that one day she’d be the one forced into compliance. It all felt so distant, so impossible to imagine then to now.
Evan finished her dinner and set the empty plate aside, finally glancing downward. “Done eating, Charizard? Good.” She bent to pick Charity up again, cradling her gently against her chest as she stood. “Let’s watch some TV.”
Charity lay nestled in Evan’s lap, the soft hum of the television washing over her like static. Evan’s fingers absentmindedly traced circles along her spine, each pass soothing and erasing in equal measure. The scent of lavender lotion clung to Evan’s hoodie, mingling with the vanilla perfume she’d dabbed on that morning. It was familiar now. Familiar and inescapable.
“Charizard,” Evan whispered sweetly, her voice syrupy with affection. “You’re so quiet tonight.”
Charity flinched at the name. Not visibly, not in a way Evan would notice, but inside, something recoiled. Something small and shrinking further. She hadn’t heard anyone call her by her full name in weeks. Not Charity Kingsley, Evan’s cutesy rebranded pet name. Not Charizard, the infantilized nickname that had stuck like gum to her identity.
Charity Stevens.
The name hung ghost-like in her mind, distant and paper thin. She turned it over like a brittle photograph, one corner already curling in decay.
She hadn’t heard it spoken aloud since… since Alejandra? Since Sara? Even then, it had sounded foreign. Like a name meant for someone else. Someone important.
She stared ahead at the screen, bright, colorful, meaningless. And wondered, quietly, devastatingly:
Would she still answer to it?
Would her head still turn at the sound? Would her body recognize the call of something that no longer felt like her?
Or had repetition, gentle, loving, unrelenting, scrubbed that name from her skin?
She closed her eyes. Evan shifted slightly, tucking her closer with the lazy affection of someone adjusting a blanket.
“Good girl, Charizard,” she murmured.
And the worst part was: her body relaxed. It responded.
Even as her mind screamed.
The night continued on. Evan settled into her pillows, Charity sat motionless in her palm, feeling small and powerless. Even here, curled comfortably against Evan’s fingers, she recognized the subtle training. Evan handled her carefully, almost lovingly, rewarding her obedience and reinforcing her dependency.
The television droned on, filling the room with light. Charity stared blankly at the colorful screen, but her thoughts lingered elsewhere. She reflected bitterly on how her life had shifted. A few months ago, she had been Charity Stevens, proud, influential, in control. Now she was Charity Kingsley, small, helpless, dependent. Her meals were carefully portioned pellets served from a dish on the floor, and even her body itself had adapted to embrace this humiliating new reality.
Yet beneath the frustration, shame, and resentment simmering within her, there was something else, something subtle and insidious. Her new life, however limited and controlled, was consistent. Predictable. Easy to navigate. Deep down, in places she didn’t dare acknowledge yet, Charity felt a quiet relief that decisions had been stripped from her. There was comfort in submission, in accepting that Evan’s world was now her own. It was twisted, humiliating, but undeniable.
As Evan idly stroked Charity’s hair, she spoke softly, voice barely audible over the television’s murmur. “You’re adjusting really well, Charizard. Cindy said not all Littles do, but you have. I’m really proud of you.”
Charity closed her eyes, jaw tense, and said nothing. The words felt kind, genuine, and that only deepened the ache in her chest. She despised how good Evan’s praise felt, how her altered body relaxed instinctively under the gentle touch, how her tastebuds now craved the pellets Evan fed her each day.
She despised how Cindy’s predictions had come true: structured, repetitive conditioning truly shaped Littles into compliant, manageable beings. Once powerful, influential Charity Stevens was now little Charizard, grateful for pellets and praise from a twelve year old girl.
In that quiet moment, Charity understood clearly her new reality. Her past self, with all its independence and dignity, was gone. The future was Evan’s world, Cindy’s world, Madison’s world, a structured existence she had unknowingly endorsed and now could never escape. The powerful had become powerless, and the food she once mocked now tasted like fulfillment itself.
Charity opened her eyes, silent tears blurring her vision. She reached up, clutching Evan’s thumb tightly. Evan’s fingers curled protectively around her small form.
“It’s okay, Charizard,” Evan whispered comfortingly, misunderstanding Charity’s reaction completely. “You’re safe here. You’re mine now.”
As much as Charity hated it, she knew those words were absolutely true.
Seems pretty melancholic and that she’s just going through the motion. Honestly the idea of living a life of obscurity with no mobility is definitely a painful one. Sara’s forgiveness was the nail in the coffin for Charity Stevens. She closed 2 chapters.
Also seeing you post so early felt like a flash bang went off in my face.
I forgot to set it up the night before. So iw as prepping i and posted it intead of scheduling i so i just went with it.
I’m wondering if we’ll see Evan forget to take her insulin, and Charity will have to give it to her.
I love Charity’s new pet name of Charizard.
That does not occur in this season.
I really hope Charity can find that happy place in her life and it’s clear she’s still adjusting even after months now so it’s clear that Cindy way although useful to a degree it mental aspect is clearly not helpful for any little and that will soon include Cindy in a bit
Damn it hard to see the more less bright side of this world but it does in rich the story showing the good and bad although I wish there was more good here lol but I think we are getting there slowly
But good stuff I’m guessing we are getting close to the end of the season here ?
I’m with you bud, too much evil in all worlds. I enjoy as much love, cuddling and positive vibes i can get in the chapters lol.
Isn’t it funny how people can change their morals, her parents said “Remeber she’s a person”…..
to be fair she is choosing to eat with charity. That would still be honoring her parents wishes. In the memory its only said thar Charity was on the floor and could roam about. It was never stated seh couldn’t be on the table if she choose. Just she wasn’t at that time.
If anything, Evan choosing to eat with charity during the present day moments is honoring the day “remember shes a person” As Evan doesn’t have to eat in her room sitting on the floor with Charity. Shes choosing too.
yeah I’m disappointed in the mom the most.
I’m curious if Mark will\has really checked with Charity at all, or if he feels he’s met his responsibility. I keep expecting him to like watch Charity or something but it never comes lol
I think it’s the latter, and he also trusts that Evan is taking good care of Charity, so he doesn’t intervene.
a little sad in that regard. I understand they weren’t technically close, but it sounded like Mark was in a super dark low place and Charity’s dad helped a great deal, so you’d think he’d come up now and then and just talk with her lol not that Evan is mistreating her, just charity’s struggling still and Evan isn’t necessarily mature enough to see it.
I do think Charity’s headed for an emotional breakdown because of everything that’s happened to her thus far. I’m just hoping that Evan can comfort her when it does happen and not see it as a sign of rebellion.
i could definitely see a snap happening. I think Evan will actually handle it fairly well depending on how much Cindy has influenced her. Madison even did to an extent, but still hasn’t shaken cindy’s ideals so it didn’t come across very well to us.
i hope Evan and Charity have a strong Bond so Evan can hold her while she sleeps and keep her with her next to her skin during the day, keeping charity calm and emotionally fed through their physical bond and be a big step up in Evans little mom education
Well you are only seeing parts of a day and then its progessing anywhere from immedately following to days, weeks or months forward depending on the chapter. So there is no reason to believe he isn’t checking on her even if its not depicted in what you reading. .
fair point. guess i’m just wanting to see it that badly lol
A) I am sad Evan is listening to evil Cindy’s teaching, I hope Sara has a stream destroying Cindy.
B) Disappointed in Evans parents not stepping in to put Cindy on the table.
C) Since it was a few months in the future, did their Bond get a lot tighter
A) not likely. As while Sara doesn’t care for cindy’s methods she also has no reason to pay attention to her. She has no reason to acknowledge her existence.
B) Its not uncommon plus they are in Evan’s room. Her mom was offering if they wanted to go down to the table but they are eating in Evans room. The intial memory in the dining room. Charity was just roaming on the floor. It was never said she couldn’t be at the table. She was just on the floor so she could move freely.
C)time will tell.
I think it would be fun in Madison’s world that charity starts giving Evan girl boss lessons and goes cloths shopping with her since she will be older and will be able to wear heals and nice woman/teen dresses that charity used to wear making her friends look like kids around her. Evan would just give charity the amount she could spend and she is smart enough of figure out the stores. She would also ask Evan to put her on her shoulder to use her as a status little as she is gaining back her power little bit through Evan lol.
1) “A few months had passed since the stream. Charity found herself alone again in Evan’s room, curled up on the soft fleece pillow inside her meticulously polished habitat” another time skip, would this put the story in 2022?
2) “The perfectly symmetrical shape and smooth, slightly powdery surface irritated her, it looked like food made for an animal, not a person” Well, technically…
3) “She missed the textures, the variety, the choice. She missed having control.” it’d be the worst part about becoming a little.
4) “Evan hadn’t even noticed, happily savoring her own pasta, completely oblivious to Charity’s failed rebellion at her feet” that’s lucky, Charity almost lost all hope for her voice surgery,
5) “Hey, Charizard,” oh, it stuck
6) “Dinner time,” why is she feeding Charity immediately after Charity eats?
7) “Nope. Madison’s mom, Mrs. Wessen, said it’s better for Littles to eat on the floor. She says it sets clear boundaries and helps reinforce structured behaviors. Plus, it’s cleaner. Easy to wipe up. I’ll just eat here with her.” A. Listen to your own mother, Evan. B. Cleaning a floor isn’t any easier than cleaning a table.
8.1) “The renowned expert on Littles had once been a figure Charity respected, even admired, back when she was a fully privileged member of society” damn it Charity, you fucking dumbass, you knew you were vulnerable.
8.2) “The irony was Evan more likely to incorporate something from Sara Reeves or as she is now Sarandipity” Well, that’s not that much better, (although the Sarandipity persona likely would present an idealised version of how Sara treats Jordy, not the real deal)
9.1) “Her knees ached against the hard floor, but she no longer bothered asking for cushions or comfort. Cindy’s method didn’t allow it. Evan seeing her discomfort pulled her sock off her foot and folded it setting down next to her. She gently lifted Charity up setting her down on the sock” Didn’t ask, got a makeshift pillow anyway.
9.2) “before moving her food to be next to her while talking with her mom” so much for setting boundries
10) “Madison’s mom is already teaching her plenty. Cindy knows exactly how to handle Littles. Madison will probably end up even stricter than me.” Oh, that poor little, lol
11) “She hadn’t heard it spoken aloud since… since Alejandra? Since Sara? Even then, it had sounded foreign. Like a name meant for someone else. Someone important.” She’s losing herself
12) “Her new life, however limited and controlled, was consistent. Predictable. Easy to navigate” Consistency can be good, just depending on what happens consistently.
13) “Charity felt a quiet relief that decisions had been stripped from her. There was comfort in submission, in accepting that Evan’s world was now her own. It was twisted, humiliating, but undeniable.” That doesn’t sound like Charity, lol
14) “Charity understood clearly her new reality. Her past self, with all its independence and dignity, was gone. The future was Evan’s world, Cindy’s world, Madison’s world, a structured existence she had unknowingly endorsed and now could never escape” Congratulations, you played yourself
1) Well its winter so it could be december or january or february. I didn’t math it that closely.
2) She is technically critter like now. So the food is fitting
3) It would I agree. I know you meant to say not everyone can be as lucky as jordan.lol
4) Woudl ahve been a setback for sure.
5) It did. Its Evan’s version of Jordy.
6) Charity was just eating the last of hte food from her previous meal. This is her officially getting her next meal. Shes not required to eat it all in one sitting.
7) Listening to you won mom is normally good advice for all faces of life. Some would say cleaning a floor is harder as you have to crouch and or get down on your knees and get back up. Where a table you can casually stand and clean it.
8) That wasn’t the greatest moment in charity history for sure.
8.2) Sara is way better then cindy. I mean Sara can only be so cruel as Chloe would say something if she was doing something horrific.
9) Evan is obserant to her needs. While she incorporates some of cindys methods she also doesnt blindly follow them.
9.2) fair, but it was meant to show she isnt blindly following cindy.
10) A little foreshadowing.
11) It would probably be easier in some ways as you could consider it a past life and the current existence your current life.
12) So far Evan hasn’t been depicted doing anything horrendous to her. Assigned her some chores, feeds her, loves on her,
13) Shes also had time to reflect and find some benefits. If one was always wound up, busy and used to being in charge. It could be relaxing to have a burden.
14) She really did.
I would think charity would be sucking up to Evans mom every chance she could to make sure she had access to the real power in the house. She could ask to spend time with her so she could learn life lessons from her since she no longer had access to her mom when Evan left her in the small house. Her mom would love to give her wisdom to someone because I would guess like most teens, Evans not listening lol.
1) 2:1 odds of it being 2022.
3) them’s fighting words.
6) closer to bodie hottie
8.2) I agree Chloe might speak up if she thinks Sara’s crossing a line, but she’s also turned a blind eye to a lot of cunty behaviour from her.
9) it’s good she’s not blindly following Cindy.
11) giving up do be like that
12) Evan does seem alright.
13) finding silver linings has its perks.
Will Charity ever get the vocal chord operation?
She will at some point.