The words had started to fully sink in as they sat together on the little couch inside the habitat.
Madison was gone now.
That fact should have made the room feel larger. It should have made the air easier to breathe. Without Madison moving around above them, without her footsteps making the floor tremble, without her voice dropping down into the habitat as command, praise, correction, or cheerful instruction, there should have been space. Some kind of relief. Some private pocket of time where Cindy could loosen the muscles she had been holding tight since Madison dressed her.
Instead, Madison’s room seemed to spread around them further and further.
The quiet made it worse.
When Madison was there, the room had a center. Madison’s body, Madison’s movement, Madison’s attention, Madison’s moods. Everything orbited her because she was present to be orbited. Now that she was gone, the room did not feel free of her. It felt abandoned by its sun but still caught in its gravity. Her bed remained unmade across the room, blankets twisted into soft hills. Her decorative wooden clothing box sat closed near the pillows, pretty and harmless looking, even though Cindy now knew exactly what waited inside. The closet door was still cracked open. A shirt lay on the chair. A lip gloss had been left on the desk. Her dance bag leaned against the wall, already waiting for the version of Madison who would come home later and fill the room again.
Everything was still Madison.
Even the silence.
Cindy sat with her hands folded in her lap, feeling the fabric of the outfit Madison had chosen for her. The cardigan was soft. The top fit well. The leggings were practical and easy to move in. It was a starter day look, Madison had called it, as if Cindy’s life had become a curriculum and clothing was the first unit.
The clothes were not uncomfortable.
That was part of what made them hard to bear.
Cindy wanted them to itch. She wanted them to pinch or hang wrong or look ridiculous. She wanted a clear reason to hate them that had nothing to do with what they represented. But Madison had chosen well. The outfit warmed her without weighing her down. It made her look tidy, cared for, presentable.
It made her look like Madison was good at this.
Greg sat beside her, close enough to be present but not so close that she felt crowded. He had learned to do that inside the habitat. He had learned how much distance mattered now. Before Smallara, distance had been measured in rooms, cars, schedules, moods. Now it could be measured in inches. Too close, and someone felt cornered. Too far, and someone felt abandoned.
Greg gave her space.
Cindy hated how badly she needed that small mercy.
Madison’s final mood still hung over them. The warmth in her voice. The pleased certainty. The way she had given them the morning off as if it were a gift. Cindy could still hear the unspoken logic beneath it all. Madison thought she was being gentle. Madison thought she was protecting the fragile progress of last night. Madison thought the cage was only frightening because Cindy had not yet learned to call it home.
The thought made Cindy’s fingers tighten against her lap.
Greg had been right.
That was the part she could no longer avoid.
Not right about everything. Cindy was not prepared to grant him that. But right about this: Cindy could not move forward by pretending the world had not changed. She could not spend every hour insisting she was simply Cindy Wessen in the wrong size body and expect reality to bend around the force of her outrage. Her outrage was real. Her identity was real. Her memories were real.
But so was this body.
This ridiculous, diminished, rodent body.
The phrase rose in her with bitter familiarity, cruel enough to hurt and honest enough that she did not push it away. She had spent years thinking of Littles as a category separate from herself, a kind of human shaped dependency with biological limits and social obligations. Now those limits lived in her muscles, lungs, throat, and nerves. She could not drink from a glass. She could not cross Madison’s room without risk. She could not open the bedroom door. She could not choose her clothes if Madison decided otherwise. She could not even use her own name in every context without considering whether it would be heard as resistance.
This was who she was now in the practical sense.
But it could not be all she was.
That was the line Cindy found inside herself.
She needed to move forward from here, in this body, under these conditions, within these walls. But she needed to be more than Madison’s Little at some point. She needed a self that existed outside Madison’s styling, Madison’s praise, Madison’s chores, Madison’s school readiness chart, Madison’s future plans.
She needed to still be Cindy.
Cindy stared through the transparent wall at Madison’s room and felt the enormity of that task.
Then, quietly, she asked the question that had been forming in the back of her mind since the girls began talking about their future as if it were not fantasy.
“Do you think that community Madison and her friends want to build is actually doable?”
Greg did not answer immediately.
That frightened her more than if he had simply said no.
His eyes moved from Cindy to the room beyond them. He looked at Madison’s bed, the clothing box, the closet, the pieces of a young girl’s life scattered around them. For a moment he seemed to be looking past all of it, past the room, past the house, into a future he did not want to imagine but could not responsibly deny.
“I…” Greg started, then stopped.
Cindy turned toward him.
Greg exhaled slowly. “I think it could work.”
Cindy’s stomach tightened.
She had wanted him to dismiss it. She had wanted him to say that Madison and her friends were middle school girls playing at adulthood, making big declarations because they had no real understanding of money, time, distance, responsibility, or the way life pulled people apart. She had wanted him to be comforting in the way Greg could be when he chose practicality and shaped it into reassurance.
Instead, he sounded like the man who had once sat at the kitchen table with bills spread out in front of him, figuring out how to pay for Madison’s dance costs and McKenzie’s tennis equipment without letting either girl see how hard the math had become.
“I think the situation here has created some realities that make it more feasible,” he said.
Cindy said nothing.
“McKenzie and Madison own the house,” Greg continued. “Or they effectively will, depending on how the paperwork and long term arrangements settle. That gives them advantages they wouldn’t normally have.”
Cindy looked toward the door.
The house.
Her house.
The house she and Greg had worked for, fought for, repaired, refinanced, cleaned, painted, worried over, and filled. The house where she had once decided what furniture belonged where. The house where Madison had learned to walk, where McKenzie had come home from matches, where Greg had dragged himself in after extra shifts and still asked the girls about their days.
Now Madison and McKenzie were inheriting it while Cindy and Greg remained alive inside it.
“They won’t have to pay rent until they choose to,” Greg said. “They may never have to, not in the usual way. Even if they sell the house and split the profits someday, odds are they could buy condos or properties and still never need to deal with the same rent burden most people their age will.”
Cindy closed her eyes briefly.
Greg’s voice was not dramatic.
That made it worse.
“That’s a savings of thousands a year,” he said. “Maybe more. That kind of savings can be translated into funding a Little ecosystem.”
“A Little ecosystem,” Cindy repeated.
Greg looked uncomfortable with the phrase, but he did not take it back. “That’s what it is.”
Cindy stared at him.
Greg rubbed his hands together slowly, an old habit that looked strange at this size. “Food. Habitats. Carriers. Travel setups. Medical appointments. Clothes. Grooming supplies. If they coordinate, they can share knowledge, resources, routines. Emma already has a household model for it. Evan has Charity. Brooklyn has Trina. Madison has you. McKenzie has me, though not in the same way.”
“Not in the same way,” Cindy said.
Greg looked at her. “No. Not in the same way.”
The distinction mattered, but not enough.
Cindy looked away.
She had hoped Madison’s future would fail under the weight of its own absurdity. Middle school girls made plans all the time. They were going to live together forever, travel together forever, build something together forever, and then high school came, or college, or arguments, or new friends, or romance, or boredom. Cindy had been counting on the natural instability of adolescence to break apart the nightmare before it became organized.
But Greg was right.
This was not only adolescent fantasy.
There was property beneath it. There was money. There was law. There was school education validating the structure. There were already Littles inside these girls’ households, already routines, already skills, already social reinforcement. Madison was not building from imagination alone.
She was building from infrastructure.
“That’s a reality I was hoping was a false narrative,” Cindy said quietly.
Greg did not answer.
Cindy’s gaze drifted toward the wooden clothing box on Madison’s bed.
The box seemed smaller from across the room, almost decorative. It would have been easy to overlook if Cindy did not know what it contained. Clothes. Shoes. Socks. A future in compartments. Madison’s taste folded and waiting.
Cindy’s mouth tightened.
“But it could be worse,” she said. “It could be a Japanese Little.”
Greg went quiet.
Not normal quiet.
Not thinking quiet.
Guilty quiet.
Cindy felt the change immediately.
She turned her head slowly.
Greg was staring at the floor.
“Well…” he said.
The word chilled her.
“What do you mean, well?”
Greg did not look up.
“Greg.”
He rubbed one hand over his face, and suddenly the smallness did not make him look young or fragile. It made his guilt look trapped in miniature, compressed into a body too small to hold it comfortably.
“I mean,” he said carefully, “before all of this, I may have been looking into it. To surprise Madison.”
For a moment Cindy only stared.
The words entered her mind one at a time, each one refusing to connect with the next because the completed sentence was too grotesque.
Looking into it.
To surprise Madison.
A Japanese Little.
“No,” Cindy said.
Greg winced.
“No,” she repeated. “What do you mean looking into it?”
Greg finally lifted his eyes. “It’s just… the Japanese government doesn’t just sell Littles to foreigners.”
Cindy felt her body go cold.
“Sell Littles,” she repeated.
Greg’s face tightened. “You know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean.”
“It’s a long process,” he said quickly. “There are applications. Eligibility reviews. Cultural placement requirements. Training records. Background checks. Financial certifications.”
Cindy stared at him.
“A Korean Little or Chinese Little would have been easier,” Greg continued, each word making his shame more visible, “depending on the channels. But Madison didn’t want that. I had to apply for a Japanese Little, and Madison’s requirements made the pool smaller.”
“The pool.”
Greg closed his eyes briefly. “Cindy…”
“No,” she said. “Say it. Say what you mean.”
He opened his eyes again.
There was no defense in them now. Only the dull, heavy exhaustion of someone who had finally admitted a thing and knew explanation could not make it clean.
“It couldn’t just be a Japanese Little,” Greg said. “She wanted a female Little. Fluent in both English and Japanese if possible. Around her age.”
Cindy’s hands curled into fists.
Madison’s dream had always been specific. Cindy had known that. Madison had talked about it for years in dreamy little fragments, the way girls talked about future houses, pets, weddings, wardrobes, travel, and lives that had no cost yet because they existed only in imagination.
A Japanese Little.
A bilingual girl.
Someone her age.
Akari.
At least Greg did not know that part yet.
“What do you mean looking into?” Cindy asked. “Greg, you didn’t.”
Greg swallowed.
“It’s a long process,” he said again, weaker this time. “I filed the forms.”
The habitat seemed to shrink around her.
Cindy’s breath stopped.
“You filed forms.”
“Yes.”
“To get Madison a Little.”
Greg looked down. “Yes.”
The word landed between them like a stone.
Cindy could hear, somewhere beyond her anger, the strange awful echo of her own former life. How many times had she spoken in polished terms about placement? Care matching. Guardian compatibility. Proper sourcing. Household readiness. Transition structures. She had turned living people into categories so cleanly that a man like Greg could fill out forms and call it a surprise.
She had helped make this ordinary.
“How much?” she asked.
Greg looked at her.
“How much did you pay?”
“I used my holiday bonus for a large part of it,” Greg said. “The initial fees, mostly. Then I adjusted our finances slightly so I could move things around in small ways. Nothing noticeable all at once, but it added up.”
Cindy stared at him in disbelief.
“You moved our money around to pay for a person.”
Greg flinched.
“At the time,” he started, then stopped.
Cindy waited.
“At the time, I didn’t let myself think of it that way.”
Her expression hardened.
Greg looked at her directly then, and the shame in his face deepened. “But that is what it was.”
That answer hurt more than denial would have.
Denial would have given Cindy something simple to attack. Greg’s honesty forced the room to hold more than anger. It forced it to hold recognition.
“Does Madison know?” Cindy asked.
Greg shook his head. “No. It’s a surprise.”
“A surprise.”
“I wanted it to be a sweet sixteen surprise,” Greg said.
Cindy felt something in her chest twist hard.
Sweet sixteen.
The phrase belonged to birthday candles, dresses, photos, proud parents, decorated cakes, maybe a car if a family was extravagant enough. It belonged to girlhood becoming older, to celebration, to the kind of milestone Greg loved making special because he loved his daughters too much to let important days pass quietly.
He had taken that fatherly instinct and attached it to a living person.
“Even McKenzie doesn’t know,” Greg said. “I hadn’t told you until now.”
“How could you hide this from me?”
“The bonus covered a lot of it,” he said. “Then I shifted little amounts over time. I thought if approval took years, I had time to make the rest work without it hitting us all at once.”
Cindy stared at him.
“So it’s paid for?”
“Pretty much,” Greg said. “At least the parts that needed to be paid. But it’s time more than anything. Approval, review, matching. It was supposed to take a few years.”
“A few years,” Cindy repeated.
Greg looked smaller than he had before.
“I thought Madison would love her,” he said quietly. “I thought we’d supervise. I thought you’d make sure everything was done properly. I thought it would be…” He trailed off.
“Beautiful?” Cindy asked coldly.
Greg did not answer.
That was answer enough.
Cindy leaned back against the couch, the soft cardigan bunching slightly behind her shoulders. She felt suddenly trapped not only by Madison’s habitat but by the entire history of her marriage. Greg had always spoiled the girls. She had known that. He worked extra shifts, found extra money, drove extra miles, stayed up late, woke early, attended every match and competition he could. If Madison wanted something badly enough, Greg’s first instinct had always been to wonder how impossible it really was.
That had once been one of the things Cindy loved about him.
Now it horrified her.
“I’ll give you a sweet sixteen surprise,” Cindy said, her voice low and sharp. “You’ve always spoiled her.”
Greg’s jaw tightened. “That’s not fair.”
“No?” Cindy turned on him. “You were getting your daughter a Little.”
He looked away.
“Even as a Little,” Cindy said, “you are still somehow getting Madison a Little.”
“She doesn’t know but things are in motion.”
“But the process exists.”
Greg did not answer quickly enough.
Cindy’s heart began to pound.
“It may not go anywhere now,” he said. “After what happened to us, the household status changed. There may be an automatic review or delay. It could be suspended. It could be rejected. I don’t know. I don’t have access to the account anymore unless someone helps me.”
“But it exists.”
“Yes.”
“And Madison is still dreaming about her.”
Greg looked up, confused by the certainty in Cindy’s voice.
Cindy held his gaze.
“She named her.”
Greg’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“Madison. In her head. She named the Japanese Little.”
Greg went still.
“Akari,” Cindy said.
The name seemed to move through him like a physical blow.
He sat back slowly, face slackening with a new kind of guilt.
“I didn’t know that.”
“No,” Cindy said. “Of course you didn’t.”
For a moment, Cindy almost pitied him.
Almost.
Madison and Greg had been building the same future from opposite ends. Madison with fantasy. Greg with paperwork. Madison with desire. Greg with money. Madison imagining a perfect Little companion she could raise in the softer, prettier, more natural way she wanted. Greg imagining his daughter’s face lighting up when the impossible gift became real.
Neither had let the person at the center of it become fully real.
A girl.
A Little.
Someone removed from one life and placed into Madison’s.
Cindy closed her eyes.
There was a time, not long ago, when she might have helped.
That realization was worse than Greg’s confession.
Before Smallara, Cindy might have objected to the secrecy. She might have criticized Greg for hiding the finances or for making a commitment without her approval. She might have insisted on reviewing the placement agency, the legal terms, the health records, the cultural transition protocols. She might have said Madison was too young, that sixteen was still early, that a Little was a responsibility and not merely a dream.
But she would not have said what she said now.
“You were giving her someone.”
Greg’s voice was nearly inaudible. “Yes.”
Cindy opened her eyes.
The anger remained, but it had changed shape.
Greg had not stood outside the system.
He had only been gentler inside it.
He had not preached the doctrine like Cindy. He had not built policy, recorded podcasts, raised funds, or used elegant language to make other people’s cages sound like care. But he had accepted the category. He had accepted the distance. He had accepted the idea that a Little could be a gift.
Cindy looked around the habitat at the clear walls, the little couch, the water bottle, the bowl, the bedding, the scaled world designed to keep them alive and contained.
“Do you understand what happens if this goes through someday?” she asked.
Greg rubbed his forehead.
“She will think it is fate,” Cindy said. “First me. Then Akari. She will think the universe is confirming everything she wants. She will think everything that becomes hers was meant to be hers.”
Greg’s face tightened. “I know.”
“No,” Cindy said. “You do not know. Not fully. You are thinking like a father who made a terrible mistake. I am thinking like the person living inside the kind of world your mistake helps create.”
Greg absorbed that.
The sentence hurt him.
Good, Cindy thought bitterly.
It should.
The room beyond the habitat remained still. Madison’s things waited where she had left them, harmless until she came home and activated them again. The wooden box. The brush. The closet. The bed. The whole pretty, careless bedroom that had become a structure of control without needing to announce itself as one.
Cindy looked at Greg.
“We are going to find out where that application stands.”
Greg nodded slowly. “I figured you’d say that.”
“And if it can be withdrawn, it will be withdrawn.”
He looked at her.
There was conflict in his face, but not resistance. Shame, certainly. Fear too. Maybe grief for the version of himself that had imagined Madison’s joy as uncomplicated.
“Yes,” he said.
Cindy studied him. “Do not say yes because you want me calm.”
“I’m not.”
“Do not say yes because you think it will make this easier.”
“I don’t.”
“Say yes because you understand what this is.”
Greg looked around the habitat.
At the walls.
At the couch.
At the tiny furniture.
At the bowl.
At the room beyond, owned by the daughter who could not understand yet how much had been arranged in her favor.
Then he looked back at Cindy.
“Yes,” he said again. “If it can be withdrawn, it should be withdrawn.”
Cindy believed him.
That did not make her less angry.
It only made the anger sadder.
She leaned back against the couch and stared at Madison’s room. The house was quiet now, but it no longer felt empty. It felt full of consequences. Cindy’s teachings. Madison’s wants. Greg’s indulgence. McKenzie’s choice. The case worker’s paperwork. The school system. The law. The culture that had made all of this ordinary enough for a father to begin the process of acquiring a Little for his daughter and call it a surprise.
Cindy had thought the Pandora’s box she opened last night was the only one that mattered.
It was not.
There had been another box already open.
Greg had opened it with a bonus check and hidden forms long before Smallara turned the moral question into something small enough to sit beside him.
Cindy looked at him again.
Greg looked exhausted.
For one vicious second, she was glad.
Then, because she was still his wife despite everything, because anger did not erase history, because the cage was large enough to hold love and fury at the same time, she reached over and took his hand.
Greg looked down at their joined hands, surprised.
“This does not mean I forgive you,” Cindy said.
“I know.”
“And we are not done talking about it.”
“I know.”
“And if Madison finds out before we understand where it stands, this becomes much harder.”
Greg nodded. “I know.”
Cindy held his hand anyway.
Outside the habitat, Madison’s bedroom waited for her return.
Inside it, Greg and Cindy sat together in the quiet, surrounded by the world their family had built one decision at a time, and began to understand that surviving Madison would require more than resisting her.
It would require undoing the parts of themselves that had made her possible.
Why is this a bad thing? They should say it’s in motion and Madison will love them both for it
Funny that Cindy considers sixteen too early to have a little when we can see that even in real life, teenagers can sometimes be more mature than adults. Being older doesn’t automatically grant you maturity or wisdom.
SHe is having a bit of second and third thoughts on the matter now that she is a little.
Oh, I bet it’s still a bombshell of a revelation by Greg about Akari.
I hole heartily agree. My friends & I were smarter and more mature than older siblings & parents. Most of us excelled when we left home and were able to work full time & didn’t have our parents taking our work money.
Uh oh, Greggy bought a slave lol.
In all honesty, this is a really good demonstration on how being too passive about real issues because they “don’t affect them”, can lead to eventually normalize things that shouldn’t be normal and lead to you being an active participant.
Dude wasn’t thinking about the person because he didn’t care to. It “didn’t affect him”. But even if he did it because he actively thought littles should be enslaved, the result would’ve been the same. A person who was vulnerable would be dehumanized, shipped from her country, processed, renamed, and trained to be the pet of a bratty teenage girl because Daddy couldn’t say no.
I am glad he is confronting his shitty mistakes, but his thought process seems to be mixing up giving Madison what she wants with how much he loves her. I really enjoy having his fuck ups be called out and not just focusing on Cindy being shitty. Good shit
well they aren’t people so that would be why he wasnt htinking about that point. He wasn’t even really fully thinking he was wrong as he was doing it to make madison happy. The optics of the current situation do change things but I also dont think anyone thinks the choice was wrong in that it was horrible to do.
Its really more a discussion of how it woudl be now with Madison’s current level of control.
My bad, I miscommunicated. I don’t give a fuck what anyone in this fucked up world morally thinks about Slavery. I was mainly stating that I am glad Greg being objectively harmful unwittingly is being addressed and he isn’t being treated as some kind of perfect bystander to his wife’s monsterous actions.
“they aren’t people so that would be why he wasnt htinking about that point.”
Are littles not people, or is that just what immune people believe?
There was a time when white people didn’t believe that Black people were people, because they were different. There was a time when Nazis didn’t believe that Jews were people, because they had a different ideology. They were convinced of this, which in no way means they were right.
There are still immune individuals in this universe, like Daniela Sanchez, who oppose the system. Smallara is an extremely recent phenomenon in this universe.
Canonically, it’s a reality that only came to light in 2015. It’s crazy to think that in such a short time, people like Cindy have already formed an opinion about their humanity.
“Sapien,” from Latin, means “wise,” and “parvus” means “small.” But since the “littles” possess the same intellect as an immune, why not call them “homo parvus sapien” and stop dehumanizing them to such an extent?
I can’t help but see this complex and brilliant universe you’ve created as a critique of the world we live in. Prejudice makes people stupid and cruel.
its the biological difference and the various governments definitions that are making them not people, at least as i interpret it. They are biologically different, which we know already, even though they can think rationalize and feel emotions like humans do. But Biology shouldn’t be enough. The real tricky part is the government. The Smallara USA is much more authoritarian than the real life one, regardless of what people think of the current state of things. So challenging that is hard because its all codified in law and all branches of govt are under the executive now.
That said you and Hombre are both right in past posts that people can protest and rise up and things like that, it’s just hard to say how long it will actually take because of the restructuring. like i can’t picture a USA with only one branch of govt. i just don’t know how it would work without collapsing
You are right biologically they are divergent from humans. They are humanoid in shape but a troll or goblin in fantasy terms are humanoid but it doesnt mean they are human.
America and its allied nations stritctly regulate the laws around littles. Littles in these nations are not human, theyr are property/assets. However, the level of freedoms and rights afforded are what varies.
As the cardinal rule the nations universally enforce is they are not people. That was one of the central themes of Dayton’s story is demontrating what happens when you try to disrupt that idealogy.A As america and the allied nations will come down on you with the hammer of god. The only thing worse you could do would be commit treason against your nation.
Oh, it’s most definitely a critique of the world we live in. As if you look at the governemnt and the president, you will find similarities to a certain current political official.
Laws are structured based on intent and belief. I do play a few things up, and some things are done just to fit the narrative, but alot of things are based on actual beliefs and ideals that real-world people have and are integrated
When it comes to littles not people. The rule of thumb is that unless they are specifically stated as such. The default belief of everyone on the planet is that littles are not people.
The amount of rights and freedoms they feel a little should have differs from person to person. But as far as are littles people, most everyone believes they are not. It would be more controversial to say they are people than they aren’t.
If that makes sense.
As thats teh general rule of thumb i use when writing and creating any character. Its why i say its not slavery as they aren’t people. in order to be a slave you need to a person.
The debate people have is because they are intelligent, how many rights and freedoms should they be afforded.
Although Greg isn’t off the hook for being a jerk when he says he doesn’t regret doing that for Madison, he really should regret going along with it.
The idea i was working with is eh doesnt regret it as he understands what littles are, how they are viewed and where he sits.
He isn’t saying he is above this, or he couldn’t also have be sold or traded. He was merely utilizing the systems as they exist to make his daughter happy. As he loves and cares about his family.
Greg is very much family first. He cares about making his family happy, his daughters, his wife, his people so to speak.
Even as a little he cares about his daughters and wife, he cares about their friends as thats who he is. He isn’t trying to be the most respectable person in the world. He isnt trying to be the most idealistic person. He wants the people in his life who he cares about to be happy.
He worked overtime and extra shifts for hsi daughters coudl have the best he could possibly give them in the interests they cared about.
If that makes him a bad person to the people who aren’t in his life t hen so be it. He isn’t living to make their lives better or htem happy. He wants his family, his community, his friends, etc to be happy, safe, fullfilled, loved, cared for, etc.
“And you explain it before Madison starts talking about Akari again, or before some notice arrives, or before the wrong email appears on the wrong screen.” WIth their luck emails have been sent to both Madison and Kenzie already lol
also, am i crazy, or is greg’s admittance to filling out forms for a little for Madison out of nowhere? I didn’t see it in yesterdays chapter, or i might have just completely glossed over it.
you are right. Irewrote this one last night but it does seem to sudden now as it remove sthe build up to the point. I’m just going to revert to the original version which has the same content mostly greg doesnt defend himself quite as strongly but the chapte flows better to the unveiling more naturally.
So what was published first today is the next chapter for tomorrow?
No I have multiple versions of most chapters tomorrows chapter is a new chapter.
You just saw 2 versions of this same chapter. Most chapters i will have maybe 12000 words worth of writing you may only see 2000 or less of them.
I think they could use this; Akari is already paid for, and if Madison doesn’t get her, someone else will. With Mackenzie’s help, they could exchange Cindy for Akari (which would mean Greg bought out his wife, though). That way, Madison would get her dream, and her parents would stay together. But Mackenzie’s consent would be needed.
That’s what I’m saying! It’s a good thing! She’ll
Love them for it an it could be a way of brining McKenzie and Cindy closer
A) I understand how Greg feels. I go into temporary dept when I hate to have a cent of debt to spoil my daughter because she is our miracle that we were told we couldn’t have. The saying of family first is still popular for a reseason.
B) would that mean Madison would make the new woman a second wife for Greg since human rules don’t apply to littles and I’m sure she would love little borns with her two favorite littles.it is Madison’s world not Cindy so she doesn’t get a vote and seems like the perfect doll new love outcome.
C) it will be interesting to hear Kenz reaction being the house parent when Greg describes what he did and why & what Cindy thinks of it. It’s funny that Kenz could veto as the only adult in the house something Greg did when he was still human.
“Do not make me regret helping clean up your disaster.”
Seriously, Cindy?
Are there nations in this universe where little have more rights on par with normal humans or atleast more so than the US. I really wanna know the lore for other countries so bad
Generitech is the place on earth where littles have the most rights. So nowhere would be above generitech. America and its allied nations are all mostly in line. However, third world countries are very much unrestricted. So they are rather lawless in comparison to places like america, mexico, canada, etc.
I remember the conversation between Chloe and Jordan about Dayton’s desire to train Jordan using the “underbred wiki page for training” method. This method involves breaking the will and spirit of littles by depriving them of food and water for several days and forcing them to drink their own sweat and urine until they become malnourished, dehydrated, and obedient out of survival instinct.
Chloe also mentioned a trip she took with her parents abroad. During the trip, she saw a girl wearing littles as ornaments on her belt, a waitress who kept a little in her shoe throughout her shift, and a seafood restaurant with a tank of littles next to the lobster tank. Yet, Chloe’s family still ate at the restaurant, thereby funding the slaughter of littles and cannibalism (if they even consider it cannibalism).
Unfortunately, psychopathy seems to be common in some cultures. Littles are dehumanized to such an extent that their shared intellect with immunes seems to count for nothing. This is horrifying, sickening, and macabre. This is disturbing on so many levels that I don’t have enough adverbs to express my thoughts on the matter.
Do you know those chapters?
Smallara episode 307 and 308:
https://smallara.com/2023/08/08/smallara-episode-307-a-giantess-story/
https://smallara.com/2023/08/08/smallara-episode-308-a-giantess-story/
It’s funny that in this very same storyline, it’s mentioned that Chloe’s family is progressive when it comes to littles’ rights, that this was the only point of conflict she had with Sara —whose family is more conservative— in their relationship, and that Chloe saw littles as equals— just smaller.
If she thinks that way, how on earth was she able to eat at a restaurant that commits such an atrocity without feeling disgusted? I would never eat at a restaurant that had puppies and kittens on the menu—and here we’re talking about people!
Smallara episodes 307 and 308.
It’s funny that in this very same storyline, it’s mentioned that Chloe’s family is progressive when it comes to littles’ rights, that this was the only point of conflict she had with Sara —whose family is more conservative— in their relationship, and that Chloe saw littles as equals— just smaller.
If she thinks that way, how on earth was she able to eat at a restaurant that commits such an atrocity without feeling disgusted? I would never eat at a restaurant that had puppies and kittens on the menu—and here we’re talking about people!
1) Regarding whether the “community” could work: ( I think Greg’s analysis fell way short this time)
a) The girls (not McKenzie) are too young to move in together (I would assume their parents would have to give permission to do so)
b) When they do move in they will need to earn money to pay “rent”. I would assume McKenzie is not going to let them live rent free. They will also need money for food. Maybe some of their parents would help with this if they were willing to pay room and board for post-highschool education.
b2) I assume rent will be needed as McKenzie still has property tax, utilities (which will go up with more people living there), and other miscellaneous household expenses.
c) What is the likelihood that they will all want to attend a school in the same geographic area. They might for the fundamental courses, but when they want to concentrate on their majors, things would probably change.
d) you mentioned it in passing, but romantic interests are bound to start changing things.
e) The “savings”? They have no significant income at this point, so it is actually all expenses. They are dipping into the 401K of their parents at this point.
f) acquiring more Littles is supposedly very expensive, so there would not be significant growth of the Little community anytime soon. And after they graduate college, I cannot see them living together much longer.
2) Greg dropped a bombshell about the Japanese Little, for sure!
3) How the heck are they going to contact the people responsible for processing his request without Madison knowing! I don’t think LittleNet is going to allow this.
4) I’m pretty sure if Greg explains the situation to McKenzie, she would be more than willing to help stop the acquisition, in fact once she explains what happened to Greg and Cindy, I would bet the whole thing would fall apart and the officials would be more than content with keeping the funds they have received up to this point.
5) If they manage to cancel the acquisition, they better pray very hard that Madison never finds out.
6) “This does not mean I forgive you,” Cindy said. – Fuck you Cindy!
7) regarding other readers not understanding Greg’s intentions. It’s like he was getting a pure breed pet for his special angel. Plenty of doting dads do that all the time.
8) Cindy has a lot of gall to make Greg feel bad for giving his child “someone”, when she did not regard them as “anyone” at the time.
1) It was his opinion
a) Oh, Greg was more thinking down the road like as in after high school graduation. It was just meant as could the community ever work. Not as in could they do it tomorrow.
b) if they are goign to college in new york area, Paying Madison and mckenzie rent money would probably be cheaper then living in the dorms as they could base the rent off the mortgage and utilities.
b2) Oh, most definitely some utilities would be the same, but most woudl go up. They would probably just split all the utilities evenly.
c) All of them not go to college though as well. I do agree ic ould see for associates degree courses going to the same school in the area but for majors and such they would most likely need to move apart. However that is a bit beyond the scope of just could it work.
d) agreed to some level. but just becaue tehy date someone doesnt necessarily meant they will ditch their friends.
e) Well they are getting some funding because of the whole error around their parents. Plus the savings, 401k’s etc of their parents. Technically they would get the social security funds as well.
f) I think it would depend what they prioritize. They all could choose not to go to college and just get jobs and live out of the house makes sense then as it cuts expenses.
2) It was big news eh was holding in for awhile
3) they could circumvent madison but tact would be needed.
4) Well it really depends on the process. As if the family is already vetted it could be in process and to late to cancel.
5) Madison would be livid if she found out they cancelled. Talk about unforgiveable sins.
6) cindy of all people should be forgiving.
7) exactly.
8) Gregs heart was in the right place. He just wanted his daughter to be happy.
1) “Cindy wanted them to itch. She wanted them to pinch or hang wrong or look ridiculous. She wanted a clear reason to hate them that had nothing to do with what they represented.” just hate what they represent like a normal person.
2) “Her outrage was real. Her identity was real. Her memories were real.” Just like those things were for all the Littles she dismissed about it.
3) “This ridiculous, diminished, rodent body.” It’s a hominid body, you bitch
4) “But she needed to be more than Madison’s Little at some point. She needed a self that existed outside Madison’s styling, Madison’s praise, Madison’s chores, Madison’s school readiness chart, Madison’s future plans.” Well too bad, the framework you set up for Littles specifically prevented that,
5) “Do you think that community Madison and her friends want to build is actually doable?” It’s not that far off from what they do now, Unless there’s some major detail I’m missing
6) ““That’s a savings of thousands a year, maybe more. That kind of savings can be translated into funding a Little ecosystem.” And that’s not even factoring in the wealth of their friends. Emma, I’d wager, is the richest given her family has multiple houseLittles. Ava seems to be the poorest, as it’s one of the reasons Cindy looked down on her, but is still rich enough for guardian training and planning for a Little. Evan has ties to the Gracewoods, so is presumably well off. Brooklyn and Krysi are the only two I’m not sure about.
7) “Cindy had been counting on the natural instability of adolescence to break apart the nightmare before it became organised.” still a possibility
8) “Madison was not building from imagination alone. She was building from infrastructure.” Infrastructure Cindy supported
9) “You filed forms.” “Yes.” “To get Madison a Little.” “Yes.” NNNOOO!
10) “She had turned living people into categories so cleanly that a man like Greg could fill out forms and call it a surprise. She had helped make this ordinary.” Yep, she’s not solely to blame, but she’s at more fault than most.
11) “You moved our money around to pay for a person.” Which, up until recently. Your only issue with that sentence would be calling a Little a “person”
12) “Does Madison know?” – “No. It’s a surprise.” – “A surprise.” – “I wanted it to be a sweet sixteen surprise,” I wonder if he could get McKenzie to cancel it.
13) “I thought Madison would love her,” She probably will.
14) “You were getting your daughter a Little.” which is something Cindy helped normalise in this country, and now she’s angry about it.
15) “Even as a Little, you are still somehow getting Madison a Little.” Surely that’d’ve come up in the international screening process.
16) . “After what happened to us, the household status changed. There may be an automatic review or delay. It could be suspended. It could be rejected “oh good, there’s still hope
17) “Someone removed from one life and placed into Madison’s. Cindy closed her eyes. There was a time, not long ago, when she might have helped.” Yes she would have.
18.1) “Before Smallara, Cindy might have objected to the secrecy. She might have criticized Greg for hiding the finances or for making a commitment without her approval” all legitimate gripes
18.2) “She might have insisted on reviewing the placement agency, the legal terms, the health records, the cultural transition protocols” She may have had contacts in Preema Tech that could help ease the process for them, maybe even lower the price.
19) “You were giving her someone.” Just like Brooklyn and Evan were given someones
20) “He had not preached the doctrine like Cindy. He had not built policy, recorded podcasts, raised funds, or used elegant language to make other people’s cages sound like care. But he had accepted the category. He had accepted the distance. He had accepted the idea that a Little could be a gift.” Greg’s not been fully innocent either
21) “She will think everything that becomes hers was meant to be hers.” Most girls already think that
22) “You do not know. Not fully. You are thinking like a father who made a terrible mistake. I am thinking like the person living inside the kind of world your mistake helps create.” HIS mistake created this world?!?!