Upload/Download - Part Seven

 

The rest of the afternoon moves by at a snail's pace. My body feels sluggish and uncoordinated, leading me to drop loose clothes all over the house as I cart them down to the laundry at the back of the house by the kitchen. Mrs. Marshal never misses an opportunity to make things harder for me, continuing to snap at my bra whenever I find myself in arms reach as well as demanding I do things a certain way before changing her mind.

"No no no, separate the light and dark clothes"

"Wait...no...just use cold water"

"Why are you using cold water? These need warm water to be cleaned properly. I thought girls were meant to be good at cleaning"

Each time I find her around the house I tense up, my lip quivering and my eyes wide like a startled animal having crossed paths with a predator, and from the constant grin on her face she certainly seemed to enjoy it.

Eventually I manage to get the first load of washing down, having placed it in the dryer downstairs to be quickly taken care of. I drag the hamper as stealthily as I can up to Gracie's room, still making a lot of noise as I carry my chubby body up the stairs, before dumping the pile of clothes on the bed into the hamper.

Panting, very much out of breath in my out of shape form, I begin to trudge back downstairs. The hallway at the bottom of the stairs spreads leads in two directions, one up to the front door with the living room on the right, and the other leading down and opening up into a kitchen and dining room with the laundry by the back door. I shuffle into the kitchen, searching the cabinets for garbage bags. As I bend over low to the ground I feel the red panties I had chosen dig into my ass, growing more and more into a g-string with each painful bend.

As I search for the bags something catches my eye, a jar of colorful candies on the counter practically shining in the afternoon sun. My mouth waters at the sight, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What's wrong with...me?" I mutter, creeping closer to the jar and opening it. Without a second thought I pop one of the soft chewy gummies into my mouth, a shiver of joy running down my spine as I revel in the sweet flavor on my tongue. It was unbelievable, better than any candy I had ever had before. I quickly shovel a second then a third one into my mouth before I'm snapped back to reality by a shout.

"Hey! Who said you could have those!?" Mrs. Marshal snaps from the doorway, her arms folded as her face shifts between mock anger and a malicious grin.

"Real women should be skinny right? Jack Mason said that and you didn't disagree right? And yet you're still pigging out of sweets, no wonder you look like that" she chides, shaking her head as the grin only grows.

I try to defend myself, but instead I find myself desiring the food even more. I flinch as I find myself reaching for the jar again, pausing as I look at Mrs. Marshal in shock.

"Go ahead, eat all you want. However, it won't seem like you've learned your lesson" she says with a shrug. "Who knows, maybe you like being my tubby daughter Mr. Hughes" she snipes, my heart sinking at the thought of being stuck like this.

With a roar of laughter Mrs. Marshal makes her exist, heading back towards the living room and leaving me in the kitchen. I quickly begin to grab more of the candies, popping them into my mouth and savoring the flavor as I try to forget the salvo that Mrs. Marshal had thrown my way.

After a short search, and quite a few sweets, I manage to find the garbage bags. I quickly grab one, sadly shuffling my way up to Gracie's bedroom before I begin to clear away all the loose garbage piled up around the bin in the corner.

I'm nearly down when I receive a text, my heart skipping a beat as I ponder who it could be.

Mark

Coming by early
Be out front in 5

I feel butterflies fill my stomach, my heart growing a flutter as my new emotions take hold. I put my phone in my jean pocket, grabbing the bag of recyclables as I try to think of what to do.

"Mrs. Marshal Mom Sure as fuck won't want me going...but I...I need to" I hiss under my breath, feeling a strange desperate compulsion coming over me to spend time with this mystery man. "What did Mom Mrs. Hughes do to me" I whine, pacing back and forth.

Suddenly, I get an idea. I rush downstairs, heading to the dryer as I fish out a pair of almost dried socks and slip them on. Next I run back up to Gracie's room, grabbing the pair of sneakers she had worn to steal my body before sliding the socks and shoes onto my tiny slender feet.

I begin to time myself, waiting at the edge of the bed until four minutes have passed. Grabbing the garbage bag I head back downstairs, walking to the front of the house and leaving through the front door as I make noise with the bag of cans.

As I step out onto the porch I glance around for the recycling bin, noticing it resting by a path leading to the driveway. I slowly begin to empty the bag, finding it far far harder thanks to my diminished height and strength as I'm forced to heft the bag with all my might.

As I finish up I lean against the house to catch my breath, exhausted from the trying time I had getting the load of energy drink in the bin. "Fuck Gracie I need to get some exercise" I mutter, frustrated as I blame myself for my predicament.

Suddenly I hear a car horn. I look around to see where it was coming from, a small cheap looking sedan idling at the corner being the only culprit.

I scrunch up my face as I take my first step towards it. "Mrs. Marshal Mom will be so mad" I whimper, finding my feet carrying me faster and faster to the car as my body jiggles with each footfall. Before I can try to rationalize the situation I find myself at the passenger side door, my heart pounding in my ears as I giddily climb into the passenger seat with an excited wiggle of my hips.