Upload/Download - Part Three

 I inhale sharply as I find myself feeling whole once again, gagging and spluttering as I breathe in a large amount of spit that had accumulated in Gracie's mouth. My arms and legs are consumed by a dull ache, as though they were coming down from the worst cramp I had ever experienced.

I'm forced to squint my eyes tightly as I slowly lift my head, my eyes quickly adjusting to the light in the room and having someone behind the wheel.

I shudder as I slowly begin to take stock of myself, my mind struggling to catch up to the bombardment of sensations assaulting my new sleep-deprived brain. I feel immensely overheated and uncomfortable, the heavy baggy clothes over insulating the heat emanating from my overtired body. It is though I'm covered in a layer of grime, days of built-up sweat clinging to my new skin thanks to going days without washing.

I tentatively run my new tongue over my plumped lips, tasting the sugary remains of what I recognize as energy drink that lingered there. I groan weakly as I feel my teeth brush against my tongue, my large front teeth feeling unwieldy in my new mouth.

I try my best to stand up from the seat, slumping forward as I struggle to find my footing thanks to my shorter legs. My groan grows louder and more pained as I feel my sweaty skin becoming unstuck from itself, namely the two saggy heavy weights on my chest peeling free from and hanging from me as I slump over. I wince as I feel these new additions to my chest tug me forwards, pulling me down as they press into the woolly fabric inside the hoodie.

"Come on now Gracie, you should be resting and not visiting your teacher's house" my mother taunts, waddling over to me and tugging me up from my seat.

"Mom Ms Hughes?" I quietly mutter, barely registering my rebellious mouth twisting my words.

As I'm brought to my feet I realize that it wasn't just a more cushioned chair I had been sitting on, the heft and jiggle of a fatty new behind merely adding to the barrage of sensations I had to process. I wobble in place as I stand, barely managing to keep my head up as I look at the now taller woman in front of me.

With a surprising amount of effort I take my first step forwards, moving closer to the grinning malicious woman who put me in here. I feel my heavy chest and ass bounce with the leaden footfall, my stomach shaking slightly as well in a manner I had never experienced before.

"You...you..." I mumble, grappling with the strange hoarse voice escaping my dry lips.

"I...I...I need you to go home young lady" my mother retorts mockingly, moving around behind me as she begins to push me towards the stairs.

I try to resist her to the best of my ability. However, I find myself unable to do much as all I'm lead towards the stairs. My new diminished frame simply lacks the stretch to fight back, compounded by my sudden exhaustion.

Though there was something else to it as well, a feeling welling up inside me that I should be protesting more as I'm gently forced up the stairs and into the bright hallway of my childhood home.

I yelp painfully as I step onto the landing in the main halls, suddenly being hit with two sudden pains. My eyes begin to water as I'm forced to shield them from the bright midday sun streaming in through the windows on either side of the front door. I'm also made acutely aware of a sharp stinging in my groin as a series of wiry hairs are caught in the metal zipper of my jeans and plucked from me.

My mother walks past me, glancing back as I cover my eyes and reach for my crotch as I weakly try to adjust my jeans.

Letting out a slow sigh she leans in, whispering in my ear causing a chill to run down my spine. "Go home, get some sleep, shower, and shave for god's sake" she coos softly, a hint of disgust coming into her voice as she inhales the sweaty musty scent of my new body.

She scoffs as she stands back up, waving a hand over her nose as if to try and clear away the smell. "And to think you have a boyfriend that actually..." she muses, looking down at me past her glasses as I sway on my feet.

She pauses for a moment, looking at me in a confused manner as I struggle to deal with the light and the exhaustion wracking my whole body. Suddenly, a look of recognition springs forth in her eyes as a grin creeps across her thin aged lips.

"Go home, get some sleep, shower, and shave Gracie" she repeats, walking to the front door and opening it up to the wide-open world. "That's your homework" she adds, putting heavy emphasis on the last word.

Before I even know what I'm doing I find myself weakly shuffling towards the door, my legs acting on my mother's words more so than anything else. I whimper as I look at her in shock, my lip quivering as I feel my hips pop and sway in a feminine fashion with each dragging step.

"Mom Please, you can't do this" I whimper in my new voice, tears welling up in my eyes as I walk out through the doorway and immediately feel the sun begin to bake my ghostly pale skin and warm my heavy hoodie.

"Do what dear? You must be overtired, I'll see you in class on Friday" she says warmly, her smile filled with false sweetness as she enjoys the situation. "Bye-bye Gracie" she chirps with a wave, closing the door behind me as my legs carry me out to the footpath and down the street.

I hadn't walked this way in years, not since moving out of home to go to college, but even then I remember the walk to the end of the block being far shorter than it was taking me now. My legs, due to my diminished stride and my sleep-deprived state, barely match even half the distance I was used to traveling in a single stride of normal self. I feel sweat begin to build upon my brow, matting more of my hair. The heat inside my hoodie grows to almost unbearable levels as I approach the end of the street, my sagging breasts creating an uncomfortable pocket of heat and sweat beneath them as I'm forced to keep myself from breaking down crying in public.

Eventually, I reach the two-story house at the end of the block, the home I had passed more times than I could count that would now be my home for however long I was stuck like this.

I shuffle up to the front door, groaning as I climb the steps on the decking. I can feel just how heavy my body is now, the heaving weight on my chest and ass seeming out of proportion to my diminished frame.

Reaching the door I slowly push it open, finding it unlocked after Gracie had left earlier. I creep inside the house, finding it oddly quiet. No car was in the driveway so I can only assume that the family wasn't home.

I barely have the energy to walk to the stairs at the far end of the main hallway, let alone to inspect the house I now called home. I shuffle slowly to the stairs and groan in discomfort as I'm forced to climb them, clutching the banister tightly with my petite hand as I strain to reach the second floor.

My body guides me down the short second fall hallway to the room at the far end, a dank musty smell hitting me as I approach the open door.

Inside I find a near pitch-black bedroom, the curtains keeping out all the light from outside the house. The unmade single bed is illuminated only by the light streaming in from the door and the rainbow LEDs from the large computer resting in the corner of the room.

Before I can react to the sight or smell of the horrendous room I find myself walking in, closing and locking the door behind me without even thinking about it. As I shuffle forwards I feel my feet catching on clothes, plastic cases, and other mysterious objects littering the floor.

I reach out blindly as I move towards the center of the room, my hands eventually being met with the plush sensation of a mattress. My shoulders slump, my eyes fluttering closed as I find it more and more difficult to keep them open. Whimpering softly and on the verge of tears I climb onto the bed and curl up into a small ball, hugging my knees to my chest and squishing my hefty chest and slight bulge of a stomach as I quickly drift off to sleep.