Upload/Download - Part Eight

As I hop into the passenger seat, my flabby behind cushioning me as I come to rest in my seat, I quickly pull the door closed behind me. The engine roars from its idle state, the shabby old sedan pulling a sharp right-hand turn as it carries us around the corner. I stare out the window, watching Gracie's house disappear into the distance, the sun setting slowly on the horizon behind it.

"Hey babe" a male voice chirps next to me, snapping my attention over to him. As my eyes fall onto the driver I feel my heart skip a beat, the fluttering butterflies on my stomach growing worse than ever as I almost melt in my seat.

The young man, barely in his twenties, sits with both hands on the steering wheel. His dark hair is a messy shag reaching his shoulders, contrasting his pale skin. He too appears to be cursed with a small number of acne scars along his forehead, along with a pimple of two partially hidden beneath his scruffy and uneven facial hair.

His lings are long and gangly, almost appearing too long or unwieldy for his body. I find myself unable to look away from him, my heart hammering in my chest as the sight of the young man stirs something deep inside me.

"H...hey..." I squeak nervously, trying not to seem stupid or weird in front of this stranger I was so enamored with.

"Sorry for the early pick-up, I had to give a friend a lift and...well I was already nearby" he explains, flashing a smile that makes my heart melt.

"It's fine!... I mean, I'm happy either way" I say, trying to play down how wonderful it was to be here.

As we pull up to a traffic light the man shuffles in his seat, leaning over to me as I find myself leaning in against my will. As our lips meet I find myself split between two states. On the one hand I want nothing more than for him to hold me close, to explore my mouth with his tongue, yet on the other I want to gag as this shaggy-haired college guy begins to make out with me.

Suddenly I feel something against my chest, one of his large hands groping and squeezing the juicy squishy flesh constrained in my bra. I moan into our kiss, cooing softly as I become lost in his fumbling inexperienced actions.

A heat begins to grow between my legs, the sensation making me shift uncomfortably in my seat as he suddenly pulls away. The man's hands return to the steering wheel as we peel out of the traffic light.

"Almost missed the green" he chuckles breathlessly, a bulge forming in his ill-fitted jeans.

"I...yeah...better...uh...pay attention" I mutter, glancing down at my chest as I try to catch my own breath after that experience.

As we drive the young man talks at length about his day, from staying up too late playing games to his afternoon classes in programming and computer science, to giving his friend David a lift to his parents' house.

As he talks I merely nod along, smiling gently as my eyes shift up and down his body. It begins to dawn on me that this guy felt familiar, with his shaggy look and loose-fitting clothes reminding me of myself when I was his age.

After only a few minutes I notice us pulling into a large parking lot, a series of brown brick buildings lining the pathway leading out of the area. Mark drives up to the closest parking space we can find to the building before pulling in and shutting off the engine.

In a flash he leans back over, planting another body melting kiss on my lips as I lean in further this line. I feel myself growing warmer and giddier yet sickened by the second as I find myself running my hands over his slender body, my pudgy fingers gliding further and further down as they approach his pants.

As my hand passes over the hard hot bulge in his jeans he sits back up, grinning like an idiot as he looks down at my own confused face.

"Someone's eager" he chides, scratching my head affectionately as my eyelid flutter. "Come on, let's head inside before anyone sees us getting...anymore amorous" he says, nodding to the large buildings before hopping out of the car.

I slowly begin to climb from my seat in turn, quietly whimpering as I feel a damp sensation in my groin as I begin to move. I stand nervously outside the car, hanging my head and slumping my shoulders in response to feeling overly self-conscious about my arousal.

Mark begins to walk up towards the builds, locking his car remotely as I rush to catch up to him. I latch onto his arm, my body craving his attention and to be close to him as I press my breasts against him.

Mark continues to talk about himself as he guides us up to the large brick buildings, describing his night playing games as I hang on his every word. His WoW raid, the hours playing Total War, everything feels interesting to my warped mind as his scratchy voice soothes me to my very soul.

As we reach one of the large plain looking buildings he pulls a card from his pocket, running it over an electronic lock before pushing open a heavy door and guiding us inside. Suddenly we are in a pure white hallway, the bricks inside painted to provide a lighter environment for those living on campus.

We slowly begin to head down the hall, finding it relatively empty thanks to the lack of common area on this floor. As we walk I feel Mark snake his arm down, his hand sliding into my back pocket as grabbing my ass as I let out an involuntary giggle.

He grins ear to ear as we stop in front of one of the nondescript wooden doors. Mark quickly swipes his card again and leads us inside, the small room appearing almost pitch black thanks to a set of blackout blinds covering the one window on the far wall.

Mark quickly turns on a nearby lamp as I close the door behind us, illuminating the bedroom with a warm if dull light. It was relatively cramped, much like most dorm rooms. However, the sensation was made worse by the immense amount of stuff crammed inside the shoe box we found ourselves in. A small single bed rests against the wall on the right hand side, giving more floor space which has been used to fit a large gaming setup on the opposite wall.

The setup is made of large desk, atop which sits a massive screen with numerous HDMI cables running off in all directions. A number of nextgen consoles sit on top of the desk along with a mouse and keyboard, a desktop case sitting in the corner by the window.

A long wardrobe covers the wall to our right, connecting between the door to the base of Mark's bed. Surprisingly there is next to no trash in the room, nor is there discarded clothing. A part of me feel almost proud of the young man, however I know deep down he likely cleaned it in case I came over.

As I shuffle into the center of the room I suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around me, the 5'11" tall man moving in behind me as he presses into my plump ass.

"So...babe...I was thinking" Mark begins to mutter nervously. "I know I've asked before, but. I was hoping you maybe reconsidered..."

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.

Upload/Download - Part Six

 

"Aren't you going to wear a bra so someone can snap it?" she taunts, stepping into the room. As she looks down at the floor her face contorts into a look of disgust, cautiously stepping around the built-up mess as she approaches me.

"A...what do you mean Mrs. Marshal mom?" I ask nervously, shying away as she draws closer and closer.

"A bra, a bra. Like the ones you and your friends used to snap the straps of back in my class" she fumes, glaring down at me past her horn-rimmed glasses.

My stomach sinks as she makes her insinuations, my eyes darting away from her gaze as I try to remember what she could have been talking about. I had never done something like that in the past, I was always the shy quiet type never rocking the boat. However, I did have some friends back in the day who were less reserved.

Suddenly it hits me, the memories of Jason snapping Lisa Tailors' bra strap for the week or so she sat in front of him in Mrs. Marshal's history class.

I grow pale, or paler, as I return to looking up at Mrs. Marshal. "I He never did that" I whimper, defending my former self meekly as I'm forced to look away again.

"Oh, what would you know! Allison's probably made you defend yourself now that Gracie is trying out your life" she snaps dismissively, waving her hand in front of her as if to swat away my defense.

"No...no you're going to learn what it's like...do you understand" she continues, her words dripping with venom as she marches over to the dresser.

I stand awkwardly by the bookshelves, wondering for a moment if Mrs. Marshal's demeanor may have been a reason behind Gracie wanting so desperately to leave. I'm brought back to reality as something is thrown to me, my uncoordinated form fumbling with the large lacy peach-colored bra which had been tossed my way.

"But...but...I've never put one of these on I don't want to get dressed in front of you" I whine, bringing a hand to my mouth as I hear the foreign words escape my lips.

"Come on now, it's nothing I haven't seen before" she urges, tapping her toe and crossing her arms.

Nodding at her I hang my head low, staring down at the crumpled up fabric in my hands. Moving without much guidance I shift my t-shirt up, maneuvering the bra up my soft flesh as I get it into position. My eyes go wide as I remember something I had seen on TV, causing me to position the bra well off-center as I slide the straps over my shoulders and fumble with the hooks. I grin in accomplishment as I feel the hooks at the back fall into place, leading to the uncomfortable task of squeezing the large fatty lumps on my chest into the cups.

Rotating the bra back into position I begin to grunt and groan, tugging at the fabric as I'm forced to manhandle my new chest into position. My shoulders are immediately hit with a terrible weight, the bands digging into my skin as the massive weight starts to get carried through the bra.

As I get everything in position I let the shirt fall back down, the oversized t-shirt now not even touching my stomach. I glance down at myself, yelping in shock as I see a shelf of flesh blocking the view of my lower body.

Before I can get out another word I notice Mrs. Marshal approaching me. In one sharp motion she reaches out, grabbing a strap from beneath my shirt and snapping it painfully against me. I squeal in pain, reaching for the strap as I rub the stinging area.

"See, not fun is it" Mrs. Marshal says with a victorious smirk.

"Why...why did you..." I stammer, tears welling up in my eyes as I try to voice my question without having my words twisted again.

"Why? You know why, or did Allison strip that from you too?" she says, asking the question and not caring for the answer.

"You boys are all the same, you were all together when you bullied and teased the girls in your classes" she mutters, the corner of her mouth twitching. "You're all a responsible as each other"

I open my mouth to speak, but find a finger pressed against my lips.

"No...no talking. You're going to learn what it's like to be in that situation, one way or another" she states, her gaze burning into my own. Suddenly she turns to leave, stepping over the assorted clothes and cases as she quickly makes her exit.

"Now, why don't you make yourself useful. Women like to clean right? Why don't you clean this room?" she suggests, obviously not giving me much of a choice.

"I...uh...yes Mrs. Marshal mom" I weakly reply, leaning down to gather up loose leggings and shirts that litter the floor.

"Good, maybe we'll even get you in the kitchen later to...what was it that Damien Smith used to always say...Make me a sandwich?" she asks, chuckling to herself as she closes the door to the room.

As the door slams shut I'm left in the stinking quiet room, the sound of Mrs. Marshal's laughing carrying for a moment as she walks down the hall. I fight back the tears, focusing on getting the room cleaned before the terrible woman can return.

With each and every step I feel the straps of the bra digging deeper into my soft and supple flesh, the jiggling and straining weight on my chest having just moved to a more manageable location. It's an actual relief as I bend over to grab the items on the floor, the hefty pendulums I had been constantly fight now being contained with the lacy cups of my bra.

I try to pile the dirty clothes together, realizing that the full hamper would be of little use to me. Floral dresses, old and worn shirts, skirts, leggings, and all manner of nerdy t-shirts begin to pile up on the single bed.

Before long the floor is cleared of clothes, leaving mostly just game and DVD covers along with the occasional can of energy drink on the carpet. Shuffling around the room I begin to collect the various cases, placing them on the bookshelves wherever I can see space. Unsure as to where to put them I wind up crushing down the cans to the best of my weak chubby body's ability, before piling them around the overflowing bin near the computer.

After only ten to fifteen minutes I'm left standing in a tidy room, albeit tidy by the standards of a nineteen-year-old girl.

I walk over to the bedside table, hoping to put away the various manga, when I see a somewhat outdated smartphone sitting beside the bed. I quickly snatch it up, unlocking the device with my new fingerprint as I'm again reminded that I was Gracie Marshal for all intents and purposes.

The home screen is simple and black, most likely as a power-saving measure on the old device. I immediately notice a message from someone, immediately opening it on reflex.

Mark

Hey babe
Wanna come over tonight?
Haven't seen you in a few days and I miss ya

My heart skips a beat as I head the message, my face growing red as I feel warm inside. I look back at the laundry and trash around the room, chewing at my bottom lip. I grit my teeth as I find myself replying with lightning speed.

Gracie

Hey sweetie
Of course, I'd love to
Anything for you babe

Before I can react to my message my thumb hits send, another flutter in my chest hitting me as I imagine the mystery man reading it. As I try to work out what was happening I get another message, whoever this Mark was seemed to be a quick responder.

Mark

Sweet, I'll be by at 6?
Anything huh? ;)

My stomach sinks as I read the winky face, but my body grows even warmer as a heat begins to grow in my groin. I begin to type back a quick response, sending it before I even notice my typing it

Gracie

Sure thing, luv ya <3

I stare in shock at my last message, my heart racing as I see the look at the emojii I ended on.

"What...no I..." I whimper, placing the phone back down as I rush over to the hamper to begin carrying it to wherever the laundry was.

Upload/Download - Part Five

...Rachel Marshal, my old history teacher from high school.

The mature woman by the stairs peers down at me through her horn-rimmed glasses, her deep blue eyes glancing up and down at my shorter chubby form. With a bit of a huff, she begins to approach me with a stride that appeared effortless in her six-inch heels.

The matte black shoes matched her severe business attire. She dressed just how I remember her from my days in high school almost a decade ago, though the years certainly didn't show. My own gaze runs up from her heels, falling onto her black sheer pantyhose which encased her firm calves before disappearing beneath a tight black pencil skirt that hugged her childbearing hips and tight rear.

Tucked into this skirt was a pristine white ruffled blouse, the whole outfit cutting an exquisite silhouette for this mature aged woman. The blouse ballooned out over her chest, making it quite apparent where Gracie got her endowment, with the faint outline of a cream-colored bra peeking through the taut fabric.

As my eye is drawn further up my jaw begins to hang agape, my head needing to tilt up to look at this taller woman. Mrs. Marshal had always been shorter than me while I was in school, having only been 5'5", but now she towered over me.

As I look at her neckline, my eyes moving up to her face, I begin to notice some subtle differences from all those years ago. Her face, once unblemished, was now dotted with wrinkles. Crow's feet, smile lines, and deep crinkles in her forehead now appear prominently as she stared me down. Her red hair had lost some of its luster, the long mane tightly pulled into a formal bun.

I'm snapped out of my train of thought as she reaches out to me, placing a hand under my chin and closing my mouth.

"Now Mr Hughes, no gawking like some slack-jawed"..." she begins to say in a chastising tone, stopping before she managed to finish the sentence as she begins to forcibly tilt my head from side to side.

She clicks her tongue as she leans in, grabbing one of my arms as she runs her hand along it.

"Oh yes, it's certainly someone new in there. My darling daughter wouldn't have...cleaned herself up without prompting" she continues with a smirk, her crimson lips parting to reveal her slightly coffee-stained teeth.

"Mrs. Marshal Mom? You...you..." I squeak, my lip quivering and my heart racing as I stare up at her.

Mrs. Mashal lets out a gentle chuckle at my response, releasing my arm though maintaining her stern gaze on me. "Oh dear, I know all about Allison's little experiment...Sorry, Mrs. Hughes to you I suppose" she says, her chuckle growing louder as she corrects herself. "Though I didn't know they'd send me back a daughter who was so clean."

I open my mouth to respond, but my words catch in my throat. I didn't know what to say, what to ask. Had she really given away her daughter like this? Had she really gone along with putting a man in this body?

Suddenly I'm snapped back as I feel Rachel's hand close my mouth again. "What did I say...Young Lady?" she grumbles, reaching over to my shoulders and spinning me around.

"Go get changed, you can't just stand around in a towel all day" she orders, her tone reminding me of how she talked to students that forgot their homework.

I stumble forwards as I feel Rachel give me a little shove, wincing a little as I feel my thighs begin to rub together with each step. I try to remain quiet, shuffling nervously down the hall in my diminished form as I try to avoid rocking the boat. I feel the towel struggle to cover my whole body, a cold breeze hitting my flabby behind acting as a cruel reminding of my foreign form.

As I reach Gracie's bedroom I gag, the musky scent from the darkened room deeply offending my sense.

"You hate it too?" Rachel scoffs, placing her hands on her hips. "Well you shouldn't have let your room get like that, right Mr. Hughes?" she continues, chortling to herself as I waddle into the dark room.

Failing around blindly, running my hands along the walls, I eventually find the light-switch. As I flick the switch my eyes go wide, my vision darting around the room in an attempt to take it all in. I'm forced to shuffle over to the bed, recognizing the black blur on the mattress as Gracie's glasses as they slowly come into focus as I get closer and place them on my button nose. It was a mess, likely having not been cleaned for weeks or even months. The floor is covered in loose articles of clothing, making it impossible to decipher what was clean or dirty. A large hamper sits in the corner of the room by the door, overflowing with discarded clothes and representing the last of an attempt to tidy this space.

A large white wooden wardrobe sits between the hamper and the gaming rig in the opposite corner, the open doors revealing some oversized shirts featuring art from video game and anime franchise. The clothes on the floor follow a similar theme, items to cover Gracie's chubby body which were simply covered with her nerdy interests.

A small dresser squeezes in between the wardrobe and her computer desk. The dresser only had three drawers, all of which were closed, and appeared to match the same design as the wardrobe. The top was littered with all manner of knick-knacks from melted candles and makeup, to collectible anime figurines and game cases.

The gaming rig in the corner was massive, at least compared to my old one. It looked homemade, with RGB LEDs littering the case, keyboard, and mouse along with the boxes for all the parts pilling up under the desk. The cabling is terribly organized with wires running everywhere around the desk to hook up the computer and an assortment of game consoles to the large screen which tilts down towards a low racing chair. Cans of energy drink litter the space around the desk, large multipacks of Monster sit within arms reach while empty cans lay scattered across the surface of the desk and on the floor.

On the far wall, surrounding the window with blackout blinds, rests a massive series of bookshelves. The shelves appear to be bursting with books, some obviously having seen more action than others thanks to their worn spines and yellowed pages. Terry Pratchett, Brandon Sanderson, George R.R. Martin, Neil Gaiman, and many many more are all represented in this shrine to book nerddom. Intermingled in the books sit an assortment of manga, some of which sat on Gracie's bedside table as though she had been reading them and just failed to put them away. The manga covers a broad range of genres, from classic shonen to BL.

I blush as I notice the BL by the bed, my heart skipping a beat. Hoping to distract myself I turn to look at the walls, only finding my blush turning a deeper red as I see the posters on the walls. Many of them are for video games and popular shonen, most likely free swag from conventions, but amongst those are large pictures that seem to grab my attention in an unexpected way. Posters for bands I had never heard of and drawings of brooding anime guys seem to grip my attention and leaving me momentarily dumbstruck.

I eventually manage to snap myself out of my stupor, swallowing hard as I begin to realize what I was doing.

"Was I...checking them..." I mutter quietly, struggling to come to terms with what I had just been experiencing.

Hanging my head low out of nervousness I pace over to the wardrobe, fishing out the first shirt I can find. With a groan I let the town around my body drop, quickly following with the towel around my damp hair. I shiver in place as I feel the cool air in the house pass over my chubby form, reminding me of all my new unwanted curves.

I quickly begin to pull the shirt over my head, whimpering softly as I feel the fabric come to rest on my sagging breasts. Looking down my lip quivers, the bulges on my chest still showing even in the loose-fitting Final Fantasy t-shirt.

Swaying my way back over to the jeans Gracie had worn when I was put in here I slowly come to a stop, glancing back over my shoulder at the cluttered dresser. I lean down, feeling my breasts hang and sway like fatty pendulums as I pick up the black jeans.

Rather than pulling them on then and there I walk back over to the dresser, opening the drawers in search of underwear. Luckily for me, Gracie had a terrible sorting system. Scrunched up fistfuls of underwear lay in the top drawer, panties of all manner of styles and colors sit in amongst the gargantuan looking bras Gracie wore.

Reaching in I pull out a clean red pair of panties, whimpering as I unfurl the pair and see how big they looked from my new perspective. Leaning against the dresser I reach down, gliding the panties up my freshly shave legs before getting them snugly into place over my flat and cleanly shave crotch.

I continue my blind dressing with the jeans, pulling them up my legs as I wriggle my hips. I can feel the panties begin to ride up between my flabby ass cheeks, acting as a constant reminder of my new rear.

As I finish up, now standing in a loose-fitting black outfit, I notice a hair tie on the bookshelf. With the feeling of my damp hair against my neck growing annoying I walk over to the shelves, snatching up the tie before struggling to get my now back-length hair into a tidy ponytail.

As I get the tie in place I hear someone clear their voice behind me, causing me to squeal and spin on the spot. Rachel stands in the doorway, now lacking her heel and with her hair down and hanging loosely around her shoulders.

"Clean daughter, in clean clothes...next we'll get this room cleaned, won't we Mr. Hughes" she states, still sounding much like the teacher I had once known.

I open my mouth to speak, struggling to get the words out as I try to fight whatever was warping my speech.

Rachel clears her throat again, causing me to grow silent as she begins to speak...

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...

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.

Upload/Download - Part Two

 "See, I told you it would work. So...would you like to inspect what I'm offering?" my mother asks as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, turning back to look at the short hunched figure sluggishly descending the stairs. The person, silhouetted by the light streaming in from upstairs, shuffles awkwardly down to the landing as they stand next to my mother. They seem positively tiny even compared to my 5'8" mom, a black hoodie and baggy jeans obscuring much of their body shape.

Suddenly I hear something come from the figure, a sharp gasp followed by a delighted squeal. Dragging their feet as they walk they rush over to the seat with my drooling mindless form, a pair of petite alabaster-toned hands emerging from the long hoodie's sleeves as they begin to poke and prod at my body.

A feminine chuckle rumbles out from under the hood of the mystery figure as their hands grope at and roam my tall masculine frame, pausing with an accompanying gasp as they reach my groin.

"So...this is...mine?" croaks the mysterious figure, their voice sounding undoubtedly girly yet tinged with exhaustion.

"It can be" my mother replies, grinning as she walks over to the figure. "Assuming you want it that is"

"Oh yeah, you fucking bet I do" the voice calls back, the exhausted droning tone doing little to hide their excitement.

As they shuffle around my body, practically crawling into its lap as they explore, I manage to get a better look at the guest. A mane of messy and matted strawberry blonde hair shows through the opening in the hoodie for brief moments as she moves about, a set of thick black glasses popping in and out of my view.

The oversized hoodie and jeans make it hard to make out her body shape. However, it slowly dawns on me just who this mystery person was.

"Gra...Gracie? Gracie Marshal?" I stammer, my digitized voice crackling through the old speakers.

The mysterious figure jumps with a start, whipping its head around as the hood falls away. I'm met with the sight of the awkward nerdy girl from down the street, her hair appearing unwashed for god knows how long and with large dark bags underneath her pale blue eyes. She had always been a little...off from what I had seen of her, growing up as a fat and dorky middle child. I remembered her being bullied at school for the brief period we were there at the same time, with me having left for college well before her.

As she looks around the room her eyes fall on the computer, her gaze meeting my own as she zeros in on whatever I was seeing through.

"Oh...h...hey...I mean...you're still here?" she squeaks nervously before switching to an annoyed drone, trying to give at least a little smile as she shows her somewhat prominent buck teeth.

"Yeah...yeah I am...get any from my...my..." I stammer, struggling to find the words to describe the situation.

"Your, your what?" she grumbles, climbing off of my body awkwardly. "This is my new body, my new life. Ms Hughes says I deserve it more, she actually appreciates me and I..." she begins to explain in a matter of fact fashion.

"Deserve it! What the hell are you talking..." I shout back, cutting her off before suddenly finding the speakers shutting off.

"Sorry dear" my mother coos, looking at Gracie. "Looks like he still isn't with the program yet.

"It's alright...mom" Gracie replies back sweetly, her tired voice tittering nervously as she tries out calling her soon to be former teacher mom.

I try to scream, try to protest as the two grin at each other knowingly. My mother paces around to behind the seats, pulling the electrodes carefully from my head. Gracie, with her shoulders slumping and her eyes hooded falls back into the neighboring chair as she lets out a loud yawn.

"I always said you were amazing Ms Hughes, you...you're just the best" the tired voice of Gracie nervously mutters to my distracted mother.

As my mother continues to prepare for the next stage of the procedure a warm smile spreads across her thin lips, obviously enjoying the adoration this nerd had for her. "Why thank you dear, let's get you into your new self" she replies, grabbing another swab and dabbing it across Gracie's freckled forehead.

My mother furrows her brow as she cleans Gracie's head and places the electrodes. "When did you last...shower?" she asks, her nostrils flaring a little as she inhales.

"I...uh...well I saw Mark on Saturday...and I've had raids Monday and Tuesday...oh and I was up all night marathoning Hero Aca...It's nearly been a week I guess" Gracie explains, also letting slip why she looked so damn tired.

My mother chuckles a little, leaning back to avoid whatever smell was offending her. "Well...you'd better take better care of yourself once this is..." my mother begins to say before being cut off by Gracie.

"Oh I will, I'll be the best man I can be" she replies giddily, slumping a little more in the padded armchair as she struggles to stay awake.

As the last electrode is placed my mother heads back to the computer, typing away rapidly as she prepares for the upload. Without a word of warning she hammers the enter key, causing the whirring cacophony to begin once again.

Gracie's tired eyes go wide as the process begins, her grinning face twitching as her mind is drained from her body. Her limbs begin to convulse as well, my new angle giving me a new perspective on the process.

"This feels so...weeee....dddddd..." Gracie groans, trying to speak as more and more of her mental faculties are transferred into code.

Suddenly the whirring dies down as Gracie's 5'3" frame collapses in its seat, curling up into a slumped ball of loose-fitting clothes.

My mother pauses for a moment, looking at the screen her eyes dart of the text rapidly crawling across the old monitor. Suddenly she perks up, tapping her forehead as she remembers something. "The speakers...give...me...a...second..." she mutters, rapidly typing at the keyboard before turning on the speakers.

"Hello? Ms Hughes? Can you...oh...that's so weird" muses the scared voice of the newly digitized Gracie, a short nervous giggle quickly following through the speakers.

I try to speak again, to voice my hatred of what was happening, but I find myself still muted.

My mother clicks her tongue, grinning malevolently as she looks at the screen. "No, no talking for bad boys...well soon to be bad girls" she says with a laugh, quickly followed by a giggle from Gracie.

"So...do we..." Gracie begins to ask, her musing being quickly cut short by my mother.

"Not yet, we need to get you...ready" she explains, leaning in towards the screen and adjusting her glasses. "You're not really my son...yet. You lack his...education...skills...mannerisms..." she mutters, typing away in each pregnant pause.

"I...oh...oh that's..." Gracie stammers through the speaker, taken aback at whatever was happening.

My mother eventually stands up straight, stretching a little as she looks down at the computer with a sense of accomplishment. Cracking her aged knuckles she heads back over to our mindless bodies, placing the electrodes back on my head one by one.

"So sweetie, what do you teach?" my mother asks, her voice taking on a playful and knowing lilt.

'I...fuck I teach Cinema Studies" Gracie's voice says in amazement and awe.

"And live, where do you live?" my mother asks, placing another few electrodes.

"Well I lived down the road from here, but I will be living at my apartment in the city...the one on 27th" Gracies replies, pausing as she sorts between her own and my own memories.

"Wonderful...now..." my mother says, trailing off as she places the last few electrodes to my empty head. "Would you like to still be...interested in...well..." she begins to mutter, growing nervous at the thought of discussing her new son's sexuality.

"Oh...uh...I suppose I want whatever he...whatever I'm meant to be...into" Gracie replies, unsure as to how to phrase her answer.

"Good...good..." my mom mutters, fiddling with the computer as she puts in the last few changes. "I...well... let's see how it goes" she says nervously, unsure about her own invention thanks to her past failures.

"I believe in you Ms Hu..." Gracie begins to say encouragingly, being cut off as my mom presses the enter key.

I'm forced to watch silently in horror as my body begins to twitch and cough, its extremities flailing slightly as it begins to hack and spit out the mouthful of drool it had accumulated since I had been ripped from it.

"Fuck" winces a deep rumbling voice, my body's hands rubbing over its arms and legs. My body's head cranes up slowly, the once glazed over eyes squinting as they adjust to being used in the dim light.

"That fucking...oh...wow...deep..." my body mutters in a bemused voice, its hands flying up to feel around its face and neck as it coos deeply.

Slowly my body begins to stand on shaky feet, my whole 6'3" frame wobbling as it looks down at the ground. "Shit...fuck that's...I'm tall...I'm fucking tall" my body chirps giddily, turning to face my mother and the computer with a huge grin across its face.

"Well...how does it feel in there?" my mom asks, shooting a look at me as I'm forced to stare at my body move on its own.

"Great...so great Ms Hughes...I mean mom" Gracie says nervously from her new older form. "I feel so...so...not tired" she muses, obviously enjoying the fact I had gotten a full night's sleep the night before.

"I'm so glad sweetie" my mom coos, relishing the sight of her new appreciative son.

My mother turns back to the computer, slowly beginning to type as she prepares for the next phase of her plan. "So...old son...seeing as your body is...occupied, I hope you don't mind looking after Gracie's from now on" she explains, typing away as Gracie paces around her old body.

Reaching down to her resting form Gracie pulls it up by the hood, leaning in to inspect the face of her old self. "Bags under the eyes...pale as heck...freckles...acne scars...no wonder I...you never...this is so confusing..." she stammers, having some difficulty with her new self and perceptions of her former body.

A grin slowly spreads on Gracie's new face, her hands reaching down to my old well-fitting jeans as she grabs at her crotch. Her eyes light up as she comes into contact with my cock, quickly beginning to nibble at her bottom lip as she explores her new organ. "It's...big..." she whimpers, her eyes going wide as she feels it begin to grow in her grasp "Real big".

Turning back to look at Gracie my mom's cheeks begin to grow red, blushing out of embarrassment. "You can...explore later" she calls out, waving the nerdy body thief over to her. "Help me...son, what should Gracie have from you" my mother continues, leaning in and adjusting her glasses.

"Well...obviously my interests...though he was already a pretty big nerd if I remember...my fashion sense, or lack thereof...my skills...he shouldn't have his graduate education, that's for sure...oh...he should be into..." Gracie explains, trying to list what changes should be made before pausing entirely. She leans in behind my mom, whispering into her ear. "Could you...he always...it'd...treat" she conveys quietly, attempting to hide the message from me.

My mother grins from ear to ear at the suggestion, opening her mouth to say something before just simply nodding and typing more into the computer.

"I'm about to...wrap up honey. You should head off before...well..." my mother explains to her new son, nervously looking to the slumped nineteen-year-old girl in the armchair and the large man in his mid-twenties standing beside her.

"But I wanted to...alright mom" Grace complains, relenting quickly to my mother's request. "I'll visit soon alright?" she continues, patting her pockets down in search of my car keys.

"I...I'd be delighted...He...He never visited often enough" my mother grumbled, glaring at me inside the computer.

Gracie begins to walk towards the stairs, squealing with glee as she pulls my old keys from her back pocket. "I get to drive! I get to drive!" she chants in a sing-song voice, turning back to look at me. "Have fun having to ask for rides from your parents and boyfriend, you really should have gotten your license" she taunts, enjoying her reversal of fortunes. "I mean...Mark is great and...I...uh...fuck this is weird..." she mutters, struggling with the dissonance in her blended mind.

She races up the stairs, skipping multiple steps at a time as she tests the limits of her far larger body. I'm forced to listen to her coo and giggles of delight slowly grow quieter as she makes her way towards the front door and out of the house.

I try to talk, to beg, to plead for forgiveness. However, in my muted state I can only watch as my mother begins to affix the electrodes to Gracie's forehead.

"Don't worry...Gracie...you'll be able to talk again soon" my mother hisses, the venom in her voice having only worsened since seeing Gracie play the role of the loving son.

Waddling back over to the computer she slams her pudgy hand down in anger onto the keyboard, causing my vision to immediately darken.

Upload/Download - Part One

"So what is it this time?" I grumble as I head down the poorly lit stairs to the basement of my childhood home, squinting as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

My mother had called me a few days ago begging me to come over to see her latest invention. She was a teacher at her local community college, still living in the suburbs I had grown up in. While she was close to retirement, being well into her fifties, her thirst for invention had never really diminished and had continued to plague me even after moving out.

Every few months I would get a call from her, asking me for help in one way or another with her latest contraption. Most times I would refuse to drive all the way back home, and the few times that I did it usually ended with a call to the fire department. However, this time she had brought me here under false pretenses before asking for my help with this new invention.

Entering the basement I glance around at the cavalcade of loose wiring and sheet metal that littered the cold concrete room, every part of this new invention looking as though it was mere moments from some sort of catastrophic collapse.

I pace towards the old timeworn armchairs in the center of the room, carefully stepping over bunches for taped together colored cables. The chairs themselves were repurposed from our old living room set, the old sun bleached fabric bringing back memories of my childhood under this roof. Sitting in one of the seats is a tangle of cables linked to a series of electrodes and suctions, the kind I had seen on television being used for monitoring brain activity.

I'm pulled from my inspection as I hear footfalls on the stairs, the aged wood creaking under the weight of the person coming down. I turn around to see my mother waddling her way down the steps, her pudgy wrinkled hand gripping the handrail tightly as she guides her short chubby form down the narrow stairs.

"So...what do you think?" she asks from the staircase, her voice filled with excitement.

"It's...uh...what am I looking at?" I mutter, confused as I turn back to the mess that now filled the basement.

"It's for...let's say it's for high fidelity brain scans" my mother replies, panting a little as her lack of fitness catches up with her even after the short trip down the stairs.

Glancing away from the machine I'm met with the sight of my mother, her face reddened as she breathes heavily in an attempt to catch her breath. She looks up at me through her thick-rimmed glasses, the lenses magnifying the crow's feet around her eyes. Her dark brown hair is a complete mess, fraying at the ends and tangled after days or even weeks of neglect.

My mother waddles past me, causing me to step aside as I look down at her 5'8" frame. I had taken after my now-absent father in height, towering over her since I had entered my teens.

Without another word, she begins to hook cables together and boot up a large computer in the corner of the room. The old CRT screen crackles to life, the blinking white light of a command-line awaiting more inputs slowly creeps into the true black monitor. A loud whir begins to fill the room as a small army of hard drives and fans slowly begin to power on.

"So..." my mother begins, frantically plugging things in and tapping wires into place.

"So I was hoping you would be my first scan" she continues, turning to me and giving me a pleading look.

"No...no way this is going on my...you're not using this to look at my brain" I hastily respond, knowing how my mom's inventions had a tendency towards immolation.

"No no, it's perfectly safe...I shouldn't have said first" she explains, muttering the latter half to herself. "What I meant to say is the first human to be scanned, I've tested it on all sorts of other subjects before...well...you..." she continues, growing a little nervous as she tries to convince me.

"No...come on...you...you can't be serious" I retort, the disgust apparent on my face.

"Please...just one" she begs, her face twisting into a mixture of pain and disappointment. "I...I know you've never had much...trust in my inventions. You moved on to so much bigger and better things but...but please just one more? The last one, I promise" she continued, smiling weakly up at me in one last attempt to convince me.

I let out a sigh, dropping myself into the empty armchair. She was right, I had never thought much of her inventions and especially so after moving away to study and then work at far better institutions. "Okay, but this is the last one" I say, somewhat disappointed with myself in giving in.

I hear an ecstatic laugh behind me, a giddy giggle I had never thought possible from my mother as she quickly begins to work double time. The whirring grows louder as I hear the clacking of keys on a keyboard, my mother rapidly inputting things into the command line.

"And...ready" she mumbles, moving over to the armchairs and standing behind me. She quickly begins to gather up and untangle the electrodes in the neighboring seat, preparing them for my head. I hear a tearing of fabric behind me as suddenly a cool swab is dabbed across my forehead.

"Just something to help with the reading" she explains, sticking the suction cups one after another as she cleans the contact points.

As I sit and wait I notice a little green light on the other side of the room. However, before I can focus on what it is I'm brought back to the moment by the sound of my mother huffing and walking back to the computer.

"Don't think...real scientist...I'll show..." I hear her mutter, barely making out the words before I hear the loud slam of her pudgy hand against the keys.

The whirring grows louder and louder as the fans and hard drives work double time. I wince, feeling the electrodes tingle against my skin, the electrical charge and shocking sensations slowly growing more and more pronounced.

It barely takes thirty seconds before I go to rip them from my head, needing for the pain to stop. However, as I try to move my arm I just watch it spasm weakly against the armrest of the chair. My heart races as it slowly dawns on me that my stupid mother's latest invention was doing something horrible to me, my limbs twitching uselessly as I try to stand and run away.

"What are...oooo...mmmmm..." I begin to talk, the words escaping me as I try to speak and leaving me simply making noises.

My vision begins to tunnel, the sensations of my painfully convulsing limbs dying down as the terrifying darkness envelopes me.

What feels like an instant later I come to, the panic from before lingering but lacking any of the pain. My vision feels constrained and warped, the fuzzy unclear view locked in position as I find myself unable to move.

"M...Mom?" I call out, hearing my crackling voice coming out from someplace far away.

As I slowly come to my senses I notice I'm no longer in the seat, rather I'm by the staircase where I had seen the little green light. I feel...nothing, the lack of any sensation rapidly making me anxious.

"Well well well...look who's the smart one now" I hear a distant voice say, the sight of my mom confidently approaching me quickly consuming my field of vision.

"It looks like it worked, a very accurate brain scan if I've ever seen one" she continues with a chuckle, leaning in like a giant as she completely takes up my vision.

Suddenly my sight becomes shaky before I'm suddenly lifted to my mother's eye level, a look of anger covering her face. "So...how do you think of my inventions now? Still just a teacher who's over the hill huh?" she says with a scoff, walking with me across the room.

"What...what are you...what did you do...why am...am..." I begin to say, stammering as I find the disorienting situation impossible to talk through.

"Let's just say that I've captured your brain activity to a very precise level" she says with a laugh. My vision suddenly shifts again as I'm maneuvered to look at what my mother was laughing at. My heart would have stopped at the sight I'm met with, my body leaning forwards with a glazed expression as drool begins to drip from my mouth and pool on my right thigh.

"Emphasis on the capture" she continues with an even more hearty laugh, obviously taking pleasure in the shift in the power dynamic.

"What...how...PUT ME BACK!" I shriek, the electronic crackle of my voice causing whatever speakers I was speaking through to pop loudly.

My mother paces the room for a bit, humming to herself before placing me down on the desk alongside the computer as she appears to tower over me.

"And have an ungrateful son again...I don't think so" she says, a sly grin creeping across her thin lips as the light dances over her pale skin. "No, I think we'll trial someone else as my son. Maybe they'll treat me with respect, unlike a certain someone...I mean a certain compilation of code" she continues, laughing at her own joke.

Before I can muster a defense a loud knocking echos out from the front door, my mother immediately perking up. "That must be them" she says excitedly, leaving me as she heads back towards the stairs. "You see, all those times that you turned me down they stepped up...like a real son would have" she hisses, reaching the stairs and slowly climbing up and out of my view.

I try to think of what I can do, what to say once she gets back. Do I try to apologize? To beg for my body back? I watch in silence as my body slowly slumps more and more precariously in its seat, worrying that it may fall over and do permanent damage.

Suddenly I hear footsteps again, another set mirroring my mother's approaching the stairs and descending behind her. "See, I told you it would work. So...would you like to inspect what I'm offering?" my mother asks as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, turning back to look at...