Other Fetishes

I like to set realistic resolutions. For 2026 I resolve to exercise less and gain weight. I don’t have any doubt I can achieve!

Carnivore

Chapter 3: Charity  She had to get out of here.  Charity inwardly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and her index finger. The chatter was nonstop and she’d stopped paying attention when the conversation turned to floral prints.  Charity knew nothing about decoration.  That was Faith’s thing but she wasn’t here because Sir said she had to make more of an effort with the other wives. Actually, he’d demanded it.  It’s not that she did not enjoy the other women’s company but they… they… she couldn’t find the words to describe it, but it was like they were judging her.  She saw it in the way they looked at her and the way they talked when they thought she didn’t notice. Snide comments and narrowed her gaze, her every action was scrutinized to the fullest intent.  Charity understood that being the First Wife of their Supreme Leader brought intense curiosity, especially since she was one of the Chosen.  She’d come from the outside world, the mainland. Despite the eight years that had passed, she would never be one of them. Never a Trueborn, never a member of the High Order even though she was above that.  She was in The Supremacy.  But that was unheard of for a Chosen one.. and the Trueborn’s internally seethed.  Having hid in the bathroom for the last ten minutes now, Charity knew she had to come out. She was anxious to rip the pins out of her hair that held her hair back in the tight chignon beneath the cap, but afternoon tea had just begun and it would be at least several hours before it was polite to leave.  “Charity?” A voice called from outside the door. “Are you alright in there?”  “Ye-es!” Her voice cracked. “Just powdering my nose.”  There was a pause on the other side and the the voice said, “O-kay.” “I-I’ll be out momentarily,” Charity muttered hoping the old bat would just leave her alone.  From the sounds of it the voice belonged to Jemimah. She was one of the worst with a body as large as her big fat mouth. She had to wear XXXL diapers and enjoyed the torture of leaving big and messy shits for the Help to clean up.  Jemimah didn’t have to say that she didn’t approve of Charity because it could just be felt.  Apparently the woman had grown up vying for their Supreme Leader’s attention. She was in the running to be his wife when the took notice of Charity. To say she was furious was an understatement and Charity knew that she wouldn’t hesitate to see her head on a stick… and right now, Charity wouldn’t stop her if she tried.  Anything to get out of this horrendous talk of the frills and gossip. She could feel her brain shrinking smaller by the minute.  But she couldn’t hide forever. She had a duty to do.  Gazing at herself in the mirror, brown eyes stared back. Her face was round and she had puffy pink lips that gave her dimples when she smiled. Her straight hair was so dark it almost couldn’t be considered brown and her skin was as fair as the moon in the sky. A rosy tint coated her cheeks and long lashes fluttered with uncertainty.  Faith would have marched right out there and claimed her territory, asserting her dominance over the snake-like women (forgive me God) but it was different because she had grown up with them. She was one of them.  Nobody gave Faith a second glance when she appeared on the arm of Joseph. As the second wife with every right to claim first, Charity’s faith faltered just a little bit.  The Wives knew she was afraid.  They knew that she didn’t belong.  But she had no choice.  It was now or never. She couldn't hide in here all day. That is why as Charity squared her shoulders back, smoothed her sweaty palms out on the pristine white robes, she whispered to herself, “you can do it.”  The chatter quieted down as she re-entered the bright and airy sitting room full of pink floral print and white lace.  The servant stepped out from the corner with a tray on her hand and a refilled glass of sparkling apple juice.  The five other women politely smiled and she could see the tension at the corner of their eyes, and the strain in their smile as they tightened their lips.  They’d been talking about her, of course they were. Charity would do the same.  “We were just speaking about my children,” the woman beside her - Lois Gideon - broke the silence. This was her house they convened at and out of all the Wives, Charity found her the most tolerable. She was a natural beauty that had aged gracefully with her pure snow hair and skin as smooth as the day she was born. Lois was the oldest of the Wives at fifty-five (another touchy subject) and the resentment couldn’t have been any more clear.  A young woman, twenty-eight years old, usurped her in the chain of command and could do nothing about it. OoOoo “How are the girls and young Gabriel? Still on his courtship, I presume?” Charity tried to make conversation. “Not so young anymore,” Lois responded short. “My son arrived back today actually. It’s a very important week as you know.”  Charity was a moment too late to respond because a heavy silence falls over the group. The blank look in her eyes said it all.  “T-this week?” She stammered, holding the goblet of juice in a white-knuckled grip.  “Ascension,” a woman across drawled lazily steeped in malice. Judith.  She smiled, flashing her abnormally white teeth in a gesture reminiscent of prey about to attack.  “Our Elisabeth is just bursting with excitement. She’s already memorized her scripture.” Lois smugly explained as she normally did because according to her, her children were God reincarnated.  “She’s a good girl.” A woman whose name she never thought to remember commented.  “By the Grace of God."  “Praise be.” They all said at the same time.  Martha, who sat diagonally from Charity sighed, “I remember my Ascension. I was so nervous that I messed myself right on stage!”  “Oh, I fully leaked,” Jemima bragged. “Not even the soaker pads could contain it all.” “Well you’ve always been a heavy wetter.”  “Not that it’s a bad thing.” The conversation grew around Charity like a fortress pushing her out. Sharing old memories, it only served to remind Charity of how painfully on the outskirts she was. Her young life had involved alcohol and sex and drugs as she fought her way through the streets, attempting to find some purpose in life.  Charity never could find a way to relate to these women no matter how hard she tried.  “What about you, Charity?” Finally the unnamed girl approached her. “Your Ascension.” There was a beat of silence before an awkwardness fell over the group.  “You didn’t have an Ascension, is that right?” Jemmima drawled.  Charity shook her head refusing to be beaten down. “No, I did not.” ”What a shame.”  Yes, truly it was…  Outsiders inducted in - the Chosen Ones - were required to go through the first three stages of Littlehood: infancy, babyhood and toddlerhood for a period of three years before being allowed to age up. It was a test of endurance, a test of loyalty, to see if they really had what it took to devote a lifetime to the cause. Charity had been through it all. She was a Little for three years before being personally selected by their Supreme Leader for marriage. She started off as the second wife and became the first only one year prior to this year.  Nobody knew what happened to the first one. One day she was here and the next she was gone and then Joseph announced publicly that Charity would take her place.  “Really, you didn’t miss much,” the unnamed girl attempted to soothe the burn that had already stung.  Attempting to smile, it came out more as a grimace and she was anxious to change the conversation.  “I must meet the children after to offer my support!” She commented despite them not being much younger than her. “But right now, shall we pray for their good fortune?” They shall.  The answer was simple.  ooOoo Charity did not grow up religious. She could count on her hand the number of times that she’d gone to church. The last one being when the temperatures dropped below freezing and all the shelters were full, a parish had allowed her to spend the night, and what was supposed to be only a one time thing turned into almost a year.  Of course, the stay wasn’t without its labour. In return for the shelter she cleaned the church, making sure it was spotless for the parishioners and she did a good job. Only sixteen, Charity knew she’d gotten a good deal. They could’ve tossed her to the side to fend for herself but someone saw something in her that decided was worth giving a chance.  She was as content as could be but just when Charity began to get comfortable, it all fell apart.  A woman recognized her from home, nearly forty-five miles away. An old classmate’s mother perhaps? Charity didn’t know how she knew her, only that she did.  Charity had heard the horror stories of kids put into foster care, forgotten about and lost to the system. Jumping home to home with people who only wanted to make a quick buck and couldn’t care less about the actual child. She knew enough that the likelihood of getting adopted at sixteen was zero to none and did not want to take the risk.  That’s why she fled like a stowaway that night in April with only a sack on her back of food and the few clothes she owned.  Charity knew what it was to be hungry and what it was like to be without a home and to have no one by her side.  And staring at these women, they had no clue what it was to suffer, what it took to truly survive. They’d only lived in their padded castle of wealth and privilege with full stomachs and even fuller diapers.  All they saw was a young woman, a stranger, who had taken on a role too big for her own good and now suffered the consequences. All they saw was someone who did not belong.  But they had no clue the fight it had taken to get to where she was now. They did not know a single thing. “Children,” Lois called as they descended the stairs to the first floor where two identical heads of blonde hair could be found.  A woman trailed behind dragging along a third blonde girl, a Little, who looked to have gotten more food on her face than in her mouth.  “My Lady!” they gasped in surprise glancing up at the pair before them.  Charity watched in satisfaction as they greeted her with the reverence her station called for. They bowed and curtseyed before her with a grace and ease that had been ingrained in them since birth.  “What a pleasure it is to be in your presence.” The words slipped from the boy’s mouth. It was what he was expected to say but Charity knew it was all a farce.  He was born from the same cloth.  She could hear it in the forced politeness because anything else would be uncouth and they had standards.  Everyday the boy turned more and more into his father. She could see it in the formal wear he wore to the way he held his head up high and turned his nose just slightly down at those considered beneath him, and the permanent haughty expression on his face. He walked around like he owned this place, which for all intents and purposes, he did.  “I hear blessings are in order for your Ascension.” she responded with a soft smile.  Her attention shifted to the young miss who had quickly wrapped her hair back up in her cap - a form of modesty for those outside the immediate family — and slipped her robes back on. “Thank you,” her cheeks colored pink and the way her fingers nervously locked together suggested that there was something that was not being said.  “I look forward to learning of your fated path.”  “As do I.”  “And to you,” she said to Gabriel. “I hope your courtship is flourishing.”  Once again, there was a flash in his eyes.  Another unspoken mystery Their mother bragged for nearly forty minutes about their outings with the Timothy family from the Salem Colony in Oregon. Apparently, they’d been on several dates now and the son was preparing to give a gift of intent — a promise of commitment — if her family would accept.  While it had only been a year, very soon for this sort of move, Charity supposed some people were just lucky that way. God had a plan for everyone, one just had to be patience.  “We do not want to hold you up,” Lois said to Charity and the dismissal was clear. She was in a rush to get her out of here and Charity did not object to the sudden departure.  “Peace be with you.”  “Until we meet again.”  OoOoo A/N: Hey all! Hope you all had a good holiday or whatever you celebrate . I’m not sure how many are actually reading this but thank you to those who are! For anyone who liked and commented the last time, it was greatly appreciated. As a reminder, I love when people review and constructive criticism is always welcome. It inspires me to keep writing! Since I’ve already got some chapters written, I should update again in the next few days or so, so keep an eye out! In the meantime, have a happy holiday! 

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