Upload/Download - Part Four

 I slowly stir awake with a sharp breath, groaning and stretching out as my limbs ache from the odd position I had slept in. I stare into the inky blackness of the room in confusion, my still waking brain struggling to catch up with what had happened only a few hours ago.

Shifting about on the bed my face twists into a look of confusion as I feel my chest drag against the bed further out from my body than my usually flat muscular chest should. My heavy eyelids snap wide open as it all begins to return to me, the basement and the machine the forced me into this squat gross new form.

"No...nooooo" I groan, whining as I hear my voice. I slowly try to sit up, huffing as I feel the heavy weights on my chest drag me down and fight against me. After some effort I manage to sit myself up, whimpering to myself as I feel the squishy cushion beneath me that was my new flabby behind.

Looking around the room I can barely make out anything, my eyes simply failing to adjust to the dim lights of the rainbow LEDs in the computer case sitting in the far corner of the room.

Trying to calm myself down I inhale deeply through my nose, gagging immediately as I'm hit with the smell of the room and myself for the first time. It was horrid, a mixture of sweat and days of built-up body odor mingling with the disgusting sweet scent of spilled energy drinks.

As the sensations of my unwashed body and unclean room assault me I find myself standing up against my will. I stagger to my feet, shuffling forward in the darkness tentatively to avoid any accidents as I head towards the door.

"What...why am...Mom Ms Hughes!" I hiss, reaching a hand to my mouth as I notice my words become twisted as they escape my plump lips. Home, sleep, shower, and shave were what she had told me to do. I'd already gotten to my home and had slept for god knows how long, leaving me with the last two tasks.

Flailing out in front of me I hand the door, my hands searching for the handle blindly in the poorly lit room. Eventually I managed to find what I was looking for, the small metal handle that feels surprisingly high on the door thanks to my new shrunken stature.

Pulling slightly I slowly begin to open the door, shielding my eyes with my free hand as I'm suddenly hit with the late afternoon sun which floods the hallway. Shuffling out into the hallway my body guides me, leading me to the left and towards a room which sits above the stairwell. The hall itself is a pale green, with white skirting bordering the even paler carpeted floor.

Glancing around as I shuffle towards the room my body was guiding me to I find the world is out of focus. Gasping in shock I reach for my face, tapping around my eyes as I search for my glasses and finding them absent.

"Gracie's My glasses, fuck where did I..." I mutter in my new squeaky voice, pausing as I hear myself refer to them as my glasses. My shoulders slump, my head hanging forwards as it slowly dawns on me just how far my mother and Gracie had gone in messing with my head.

As I reach the small room over the stairs I push in the door, revealing a small bathroom in a similar pale sea foam green to the rest of the hallway. At the back left corner of the room sits a toilet, the seat being down in a considerate fashion, while in the back right corner contains a small shower. My old body would have never fit under the shower head in this bathroom, but my new body would almost call the space generous.

As I gawk at the tiny yet large feeling room my hands begin to move on their own, unbuttoning my jeans and causing them to slip down my legs as I walk further into the room. I let out a yelp of surprise, my eyes darting down to see what had happened only to be blocked by my chest and pudgy stomach.

Looking around I find the sink behind me, sitting next to the door along with a mirror. My jaw drops as I see the person staring back at me in the reflective surface. My hands begin to grab the bottom of my hoodie, tugging it up and over my head as my breasts lift with it. As the hoodie pulls higher and higher my breasts suddenly drop, causing me to grunt in pain as I feel the heavy weight tug at my chest sharply.

As I pull free from the hoodie, discarding it along with the dark jeans I gawk and stare in awe at the blurred sight in the mirror. Looking back at me in a curvy young woman, a sweaty mass of wiry strawberry blonde hair fraying out due to poor care and from being pulled through the wooly fabric of my top. her face appears to be slightly rounded, the start of a double chin forming along with her soft squishy cheeks. My eyes glance further down at myself as I approach the sink, a hand reaching for one of the draws beneath the basin in search of something.

The girl in the mirror's breasts appear massive on her short frame, the large saggy pale lumps lined with blue veins and accented by a set of ghostly pale nipples. They rest slightly on my new stomach, the fatty pouch appearing far from my trim old body and reflecting an idle life lived with a poor diet. Stretch marks line her body, from her hips and her thighs, to her upper arms.

Tears begin to well up in my eyes as my gaze drifts further and further down, my idle hands searching through one of the drawers and producing a new disposable due razor and shaving cream. Sniffling and fighting back the tears I step away from the sink and towards the shower, my eyes drinking in the sight of my lower body.

My thighs were massive, with stretch marks and the beginning of cellulite building up around the jiggling flesh. My thick behind wasn't pert and firm like women I had used to ogle, instead it was simply fatty and heavy as it bounced with each of my tentative steps.

Tears begin to stream down my face as I reach the shower, my body as though on instinct getting the temperature right as I hop in. For a moment I feel reasonably good, the disgusting grime I had been having to deal with easing as I stand and weep in the steaming hot water.

Placing the shaving cream and the razor down in a shower caddy I grab a purple bottle of body wash and empty a large amount of it into my hands. I'm hit with the scent of lilacs and gooseberries as I begin to scrub at my sift jiggling flesh.

There is no thrill to it, no naughty joy, just the satisfaction of getting clean after having being thrown into this filthy body. I wince as I'm forced to grapple with my new additions, choking back tears as I clean under the sweaty pocket which my sagging breasts had created and lather the rough red patch of skin where my thighs had been rubbing together.

In my washing I find that Gracie had not been one for personal grooming, a wild bush of hair poking out about my new pussy along with dense portions of arm and leg hair running up and down my new limbs.

I reach for another bottle, unable to read the words as I squirt the contents into my hair. My heart skips a beat as I find myself enjoying the feeling of lathering the greasy and sweat-soaked lochs of hair, sighing with relief as I start to feel clean for the first time in Gracie's body.

However, as I let the shampoo rest in Gracie's hair a subtle dread begins to set in, my hands drifting for the shower caddy as they grab for the razor and shaving cream. I slump down against the wall of the shower, whimpering and blubbering as I begin to lather my sensitive soft skin.

I'm forced to stare down at my plump pale body as I begin to shave my legs, my hands carefully and nervously moving along my legs with the same level of skill and confidence as Gracie would have. The process continues up along my arms next, my heart racing as I find my right hand struggling to move with the same precision as my left in the realization that I was now left-handed.

My breath grows short and fearful as I begin to lean forwards, applying the cream to the large bush of hair coating my new groin. With a sharp inhale I watch as the razor begins to creep across the sensitive region, my lips quivering as I watch my hand shake nervously with each tentative stroke of the razor.

After a short yet heart-racing experience I reach down with my free hand, running my fingers over the far smoother yet still prickly portion of skin. My eyes go wide as I let out a mix between a surprised yelp and moan as one of my fingers brush against my new clit. With my pudgy face growing red I quickly clamber to my feet, the hand with the razor having already moved on to my armpits as I'm forced to finish up my tasks.

I lean back into the shower, still sniffling as I try to fight back the tears and stop my weeping before I leave the shower. I quickly rinse out my hair, finding it drape down to the middle of my back as it clings to my smooth alabaster skin.

With a deep breath I begin to turn off the shower, finding my body under my control again. "Fuck, Mom Ms Hughes' and Gracie her son really messed me...up" I groan, pausing as I find myself referring to Gracie as my old self.

With slump shoulders and a defeated expression I exit the shower, the slapping noises of my flabby form smacking into itself causing me to grit my teeth as I rush to grab a towel. I try my best to dry myself, always finding new areas to wipe down as I'm forced to lift and maneuver around parts of my thicker form.

Grabbing the largest towel I could find I wrap it around my torso, tightening it as I incidentally create an uncomfortable amount of cleavage with my new breasts and as I struggle to cover my wider hips and ass.

Taking my used towel I wrap it around my head, finding it easier to simply bundle my wet hair into the mound of fabric rather than dry it all by hand. Before leaving the bathroom I glance at my reflection one last time, seeing a chubby nervous young woman staring back at me in a mixture of disbelief and horror.

I nervously begin to tiptoe out of the bathroom, re-entering the blurry hallway and heading back towards the foul-smelling dark room I had woken up in. However, as I close the bathroom door behind me I hear an older voice call out from downstairs.

"Gracie!? Are you up there!?" the voice cries out, the sound of footfalls climbing the stairs quickly following her question before I can answer.

Before I can speak I turn around, finding myself face to face with...