Tech Amuck: Son Software
You know growing up I had to be subjected to Nate Watson’s perfection constantly. He was my warden. Oh, I’m sorry ‘babysitter’. Yes, Me, plain Edgar Hughes. Though I was certainly NOT a baby, even then, I was considered a miscreant by my parents. Just because I was a little more spirited than most people my age didn’t mean I was bad. Still, I found myself forcibly attached to the hip of the neighborhood's golden boy. I’m talking, rich, star quarterback, clean cut. People started to believe I was his little brother because he had me around so much. My parents had hired him because his limitless stamina and patience made him the only person able to keep up with my antics. To be fair to me though, he wasn't the town’s golden boy when I met him, he was some high school freshman goody two-shoes.
When he came over with that Christian boy smile, it irked me. I couldn’t break his good mood no matter what I did. My little brother was too young and fortunate enough to get to stay with my parents and not be tucked under Nate’s arm while struggling. I guess in someways I mellowed out as my parents began dropping me off at Nate’s place, and though we lived on the same block I understood the disparity between our family’s income when I stepped on his waxed floor. Seeing a mansion and being in one were two very different experiences.
As Nate continued to watch me, his muscles grew and his body enlarged and his name got talked about around town more. People would stop my parents asking about Nate, because they were used to seeing me with him. Weird to actively watch someone grow into popularity in town as people fall in love with their talent. Personally, I couldn’t care about his talent by the time he was a senior, I was having my own struggles being around Nate Watson. Puberty had reared its ugly head and with it an attraction to men. Forget the underwear aisle, Nate was a walking ad. We were close enough that at his house he would walk around in his underwear, or post a shower, come into his room with a towel around his waist, before kicking me out. My eyes would steal so many looks at his chest and often drift lower to look at his bulge. I don’t think he ever really even thought twice about having me around.
But then there was his graduation party.
I learned more about rich people than I ever intended. The end of the party transitioned into a sleepover Nate held for his closest friends. He had sleepovers before and I was never invited, but said his honorary little bro deserved to be at the last one. The graduating seniors were nice to me but also boisterous and peacocking for all the other males in the room. Felt like all of them failed to see what I was seeing in how close they were. Invading personal space, leaning on the other. Literally gaming between another guy's open legs like a TV pillow. I stayed huddled on Nate’s bed.
Then Nate came in, “I’ve got it!” The other boys cheered and hollered. For a moment I thought he meant Alcohol, but then he pulled out something I’d never seen before and wagged it. Who's it going to be tonight? All the boys hand shot up, then they started to fight to put the others’ hands down.
“No fair, you did it last week”
“Well, Jamal did it four times back to back before that.”
“Stay mad.”
Nate rubbed his temples briefly listening to them argue, “You know what! We have someone here for the first time. Let’s have Edgar do it.” A few of the older boys whined as Nate approached me and sat on the bed. “Are you familiar with CGI Labs?” He asked.
“The commercial?” It had been all over the news.
“Yeah well, my dad got a hold of their newest product based on their recent discovery.” He held it up. “An entire person, contained on a disk, this one is mine.”
“What does it do?”
“Bro’s let’s show him!” Nate smiled, as he retrieved a virtual reality helmet from under his bed. with a big slot on the side. He plopped it on my head asking if I was okay as he strapped it down. He said some stuff about a backup, but I was so taken by the fact he even had this. Never once had he pulled it out in my four years at his place. “Inserting the disk now.” Nate said.
A light lit up the helmet’s screen, with a chime, the words ‘Installing Nate Watson’ popped up.
I didn't have time to ponder as my body ignited, my veins twitched. My body grew and the dudes cheered unbothered. However, I couldn't hold a thought long enough because I heard another voice entering my head, overplaying my thoughts. My chest ripped through my shirt, allowing me to breathe properly. The changes kept pouring in as I only heard that new voice, from deep within me: Nate’s.
The rest of that night became very dream-like, I was awake, but I wasn’t me. I was Nate. A Nate who had my thoughts hidden under his own. I could feel his cocky smirk on my face the moment he took over. In return I experienced everything as Nate, his thoughts, his breathing, his heart rate.
“It’s cool isn’t it!” The real Nate asked his Me-cloned version of himself. “CGI Labs found a way to make brainwaves, change people. Now you get to experience tonight as me.” He threw an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.
“How’s it feel?
“I’m loving this, man.” My throat spoke Nate’s words with such ease; I even tossed his head the same. “Who am I?”
“Edgar,” The real Nate answered.
“No fucking way!” I could hear the joy in my Nate voice. “That's epic, “Hope he enjoys it.”
The night became a blur of events. We played games, arm wrestling, and wrestled full on. My own thoughts melted into Nate’s during the night. I woke up the next morning to Nate taking the helmet off my head. I was back to normal, dressed in Nate’s baggy shorts.
It was euphoric being Nate Watson. No wonder his friends wanted to argue with each other to be him. What I didn’t understand then was how big the comedown was. I was back in charge of my body, though technically, I always had been. My altered brain waves only made me feel like I wasn’t in control. However, even with my body back to normal, Nate’s memories were still floating around. They weren’t at the forefront of my mind or nearly as strong as when I turned. But I knew things now about him and his family. His father had purchased separate discs for the family, to brag about during rich people occasions, not for actual usage. Though the man expected everyone to keep their disk up to date, even if for show. Meanwhile, Nate had been turning his friends into him for a while. Nate’s sleepovers were a big event for that reason, but that wasn’t the only time he was utilizing it. His disk helped him skip chores, practice, heck even watching me. And I got why. He didn't need to beg his friends; they wanted to be him. Even if it was doing mundane shit, it was doing it as Nate Watson.
Turns out, he hadn't remained the goody two shoes he was when we met. There was a bit of a wild streak to him as well.
After the graduation party, I waited, excited for when I’d be able to come over again and get Nate installed into my brain. It was fun being as tall, handsome, and as cool as Nate. However, Nate was busy the rest of the summer, prepping for college. And my parents also used his graduation as a benchmark to herald me no longer requiring a sitter. Then without much fanfare Nate left our town to conquer bigger and better pastures. He returned during his college years frequently at first, then less towards the end of his four years. My family was invited to many of Watson's events. I remember running into him there during his freshman year. The freshman fifteen was pure muscle for him and that would only continue to be true through college. Every return he’d be bigger, taller.
That place he talked about, CGI Labs, was on TV more and more as the public grew enamored with their tech. The personality floppy disk they sold, however, soon fell out of fashion among the rich as new technology caught their eye. People wanted to try a new mode of experiencing the world, but I never cared about the stupid stuff they sold. Nate’s personality disk stayed on my mind day and night.
The summer before his senior year was the last time he updated it. I only knew because he casually mentioned around his friends and I during a dinner, that his dad still made him do it, even though Nate’s interest had long since waned. It was now just sort of a prop for old CGI Labs tech.
“Whatever happened to your personality disk, we used to abuse that thing.”
“Oh that?” Nate laughed off, “Still up in my room, literally the moment I got home my dad asked me to update it.”
By that time, it’d been years since I turned into Nate. but I still dreamt of it, even if it was clear he no longer had interest in it. I even got the feeling Nate’s friends had their fill of it. But I had only done it once and it burned into my brain. Major bits of Nate’s memory had faded in my mind, but I clung onto where he kept his back up, even if I forgot exactly how to use it.
It became Nate’s last update because he didn't come home after that. My parents had been told that he and his girlfriend had gotten serious. He was making trips to visit her family during the breaks and when summer finally came, he had elected to stay in his new city. Sometimes I’d look out my window, to stare at his house knowing a copy of him lay there in wait. Not to toot my own horn but as THE Edgar Hughes, I was pretty hot shit academically. People knew me as the smart guy. Nate however had been the whole package, though people only tended to recognize his physical prowess he had mastered athletics and academics.
Eventually, I went to college and came back during breaks to my parents and brother, only to see that large house on our street. I’d sit in the living room scrolling through video clips of the few people who still had the personality floppy disk.
“You know that stuff’s fake, right?” My younger brother Dustin would lean over the back of the couch every time to peer at what I was doing. “Everyone at school says so. That’s why they call CGI Labs. they fake all their products”
“It’s not fake, I told you it happened to me. Just because the rich gatekeep it, doesn't mean it’s not real.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He’d scamper off to cause someone else a headache. I couldn’t blame his doubt. How could anyone know the glory of being Nate if they had never been him before? Let alone witness the capabilities of CGI Labs Tech.
Then, there was the summer I graduated college. No big bash or party, we weren't the Watson’s. But they did join us, as did Nate with his wife and family. I was speechless seeing Nate as a handsome father walk through our door. It had been too long. His features had settled even more. He filled out his current dress shirt, so much a portion had to be left open to give his pecs room to breathe. Then there were his pants, they looked ready to retire, around his ass. I swore if he even moved the wrong way it was all coming off. He had not one, but two kids, and another on the way. My mouth went dry sort of watching him exist as a proper man, taking care of his kids, conversing with my parents, even handling my brother. All those qualities he had when we first met hadn’t gone anywhere.
I had a brief moment alone with him, out in the backyard. My mom had strong-armed him and his parents into seeing her new garden, dragging me along as well. Eventually everyone else had walked back inside as I caught him gazing at the stars with a smile. He looked like the epitome of class. Somehow, I mustered up the courage to break the scene and talk to him. There was a bit of small talk, but he did tell me he was proud of me.
“You’ve come along way, from me having to chase you around,” he said and we both laughed.
“Hey, those were some of my favorite times, giving you shit.” Then I powered through the next bit, “Though I think you got me back when you used that personality disk on me.”
“Oh man,” he face palmed and winced. “I can’t believe I was doing that so much. I’m talking about you, but I was no better. So, embarrassing to think about now. Glad it’s just collecting dust in my room now.” He shook his head, dropping his hand, “Also, how conceited of me to think I was worth turning into, am I right?” He leaned over and patted me in a lighthearted manner.
I laughed as well to play it off. But he was so wrong. I still dreamt about being turned into him. My body growing into his. Not that I was ever going to tell a married man that. But he had me in a choke hold whether he knew it or not. Even if my memories were hazy, it was a solid fact I had his dick for an entire night. These days, that dick popped into my mind at all times. How heavy it was, how it rested against his thighs, how his balls hung. I had seen it from a first-person point of view packaged into his underwear that I had on. All burned into my horny data banks.
Nate gave me a full body hug, and I did slightly press my hips into him. A soft log was tucked in his pants. We pulled away and he was none the wiser, as he returned to his family inside. I watched him walk away wondering what it’d be like if I could grow into right then and there. Not that it was ever going to happen, Nate and the world had moved on, while only I seemed to care.
Then the universe surprised me.
After the dinner my mom pulled me aside, “The Watsons are traveling for the summer. They’d like to know if you could watch their house when they're gone?” She was ready to put the motherly guilt trip on.
“Yes!” I blurted out.
Though, I should have known fate was never that good, as my mom got the satisfied smile before saying, “Good then you can watch your brother for a while”
“Whattt?!!”
I tried so hard to get my mom to take it back, but Aunt Janice was sick and in need of someone to help nurse her back to health. Mom and dad were just unfortunate enough to live the closest. That meant on June 1st as I watched the Watsons pull away, I wasn't alone. Dustin didn’t have the same experience growing up in Watson’s house as I had. There was no reverence for Nate’s old stomping ground and for me it was a terror. Dustin was my antics paired with Nate’s athletic capabilities. And wouldn't you know it, of course on the second kid my parents had been more lenient on his upbringing. That meant a teen that marched to the beat of his own drum. I just interpreted that as less of a reason to watch him. We were allowed to stay in the guest rooms instead of walking back and forth between houses. I was good that first day, making sure my brother and I understood the rules. That second morning, I got out of bed and walked down the hall to Nate’s room.
I twisted the doorknob and stepped inside. A stale smell of Nate hit my nose. It was how he smelt at my college graduation dinner, minus the cologne, and exactly how he smelt back at his graduation sleepover. My cock throbbed in my pajamas, as I moved to the center trying to recall what it was like to be Nate. Nothing had been moved after Nate had gone to college, the place was still frozen in time. The same awards from his youth on the wall, old clothes hanging in his opened closet. Cleaned bed sheets nicely set, old shoes left abandoned on the floor at the foot. Honestly, it felt like the room was anticipating Nate’s return one day, having not realized he would never return to exist in the space the way he had those first 21 years of life. Getting on the floor, I retrieved his Installation Helmet, from where he always left it. Then I stood up and walked over to his drawer. Hands clammy, I pulled it open and dived inside to rifle through his underwear. Mr. Watson didn't have them under lock and key anymore and having grown up with Nate if he didn’t want someone to touch something that’s where he hid it. I never had the mental fortitude to rifle through his stuff until that point though. When there was absolutely zero chance he’d catch me. My finger felt the hardness of the disk and whipped it out. There he was, Nate Watson. My body was shaking. I wondered what it would be like to turn into a father of three?
“What are you doing?” I turned to see Dustin standing behind me at Nate’s doorway.
“I found the Personality Disk.” I waved it like Nate had all those years ago.
He peered at it then, rolled his eyes, “That’s not real.”
It was then it dawned on me, my brother had to understand what he was missing out on. I could turn into Nate anytime but walking through the world colorblind. Something was missing and poor Dustin didn't even know what. “Alright come here,” I motioned for him to come closer, “We’re going to end this slander.” He walked in as I put the helmet over his head. Then I guided him to a corner of the room so he wouldn’t break anything. I was a little jealous as he got to experience it for the first time. There was a slot on the side to insert the disk. Then there were buttons at the side, I didn’t quite recognize them as this was a very old model compared to even the old ones online. I did recognize the installation button though. I pressed it and heard the chime.
“Installing Nate Watson,” the device said.
Now on the other side of it, I watched Dustin’s feet snap through his slippers, toes wiggling as they morphed into someone else's. His body bucked, then grew, our family’s brunette hair, washed over with Nate’s own. I was astounded by how quickly it happened. For me it had felt like an eternity. But Dustin was larger in seconds, clothes already tearing through. Nate’s chest was ready to come out and sprang into action, pecs weighing heavily. His traps guided his shoulders out each, amassing more size on the journey. His forearms seized, biceps flexed, as Nate’s arms took over veins rising to the surface. Dustin’s height continued to climb as his pajamas peeled way. When his thighs shook, I wasn't ready for the horsepower that took over them, quads bulked with calves right behind them. Dustin threw his head back and I watched the striations in his neck contort for somebody else. Finally, there was his face, but with his head up I only saw it expand as his jawline sharpened.
“Installation complete,” the device said.
I was stunned on two levels, one watching the installation pressing I imagine would be shocking to anyone, and two I wasn’t looking at ‘father of three’ Nate. The man in front of me was ‘college’ Nate.
The band on the helmet snapped as it fell to the floor.
“Woah.”
A voice spoke that I recognized, from years ago, perfect tone, pitch and clarity.
‘Nate’ examined himself. A firm hand spread out, gliding across his chest and abs.
I cleared my throat, “Nate?”
He looked at me curiously, “Who are you?”
“Edgar.” I answered.
“No way man, look how big you got.” He pulled me into a hug, His words were comical as his muscles dwarfed me, even at the same age. I did grind my hips forward, as I did with his older counterpart, except this time there was something hot and hard poking back. He even broke the hug just pulled away enough to continue talking. Made my move stupid as my cock stirred nestled right on his. “How have you been?”
“Good, we actually saw each other a few days ago.” I admitted, my cock was inflating on his.
“We did?” He spotted the helmet on the ground. “Oh, I’m an Installed-Nate, got it.”
“How’s the original doing?” Nate asked.
“He’s good, even bigger if you can believe that.”
“I can,” he smirked.
“And he has a beautiful wife, two kids, the third on the way. Honestly, I think he’s going to have a fourth before the year is over. Your dick is a dangerous man,” Nate’s cock jerked excitedly against my body. Though he was Nate, for some reason words I only thought flowed out my mouth easily. Perhaps because I knew he wasn't the real one.
“I would say I’m surprised, but not really,” he admitted. “But I guess I should ask," What are you doing in my parent’s house?”
“Oh, I’m housesitting until they get back.”
“And you thought you’d come in here and play with my Installation Helmet?” A grin on his face. He still hadn’t let me go. His cock was burning my skin in the sexiest way and, I know he could feel mine pressing back. “Feels like someone missed me. Didn’t know you missed me like this.”
“I did, I do. But it’s more than that.” I admitted quietly. Nate cocked his head to the side, inquiring me to share more. “Ever since I turned into you. I’ve wanted to do it again. Turn everything about me into you.”
Nate nodded, “The process can be intoxicating but after three times my friends say you get used to it. Kinda why I stopped doing it.” Then he made a realization face. “But you only did it once which means…” He sighed, shoulders dropping, “The other me is such an idiot.”
“To be fair, it’s not exactly like I could tell him.” I said.
“Okay fair, but If you wanted to use the program again, who am I?” He asked.
“I just wanted to show Dustin how cool it was.”
“Dustin?”
“My brother.”
He made a face, he still didn’t remember. Before I could clarify, something went SNAP and I saw Nate’s cock swing out of my brother’s ruined underwear, now on the ground. Nate scrambled for the bed throwing a sheet around his waist. “Sorry about that, happens sometimes when people turn into me, the elasticity of their underwear can’t handle all of me.”
Wish I could say I was computing, but I was simply staring at the body in front of me, a modern Greek statue.
“What?”
“Backup disk, you know, to turn him back into himself.” Nate stated as if it were obvious.
“Uh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about that.” I spoke.
“Really? you shouldn’t use it without one, but luckily the Installation Helmet comes with a backup feature. Probably why I never mentioned it. You did press the backup feature, right?”
My stomach began to churn as I did recall hearing about a backup when I wore the helmet, but it wasn’t like Nate had given the process breakdown.
He sighed, “It’s okay there is a fail-safe backup feature of the last user.” He plopped the helmet on, having tied its strap together. The chime sounded like a new uninstall process ran. I watched, curious, as I hadn't recalled my own. It seemed simple as Nate’s body began to retract, shrinking an inch then two, but then it stopped. Nate gained his lost inches back in a second, the installation helmet began to hum, then whir.
“WHat’s happENIng? The voice that came from Nate’s throat was a mixture of his own and Dustin’s. The device began to smoke. I steeped it, pulling it from his face and throwing it on the ground. Nate collapsed on the ground, my hands were hot, but my attention was making sure my brother's body was okay. He was out cold. It was difficult but I got him onto the bed, laying him down and waiting. Thankfully 10 mins later he woke up.
“Nate, you, okay? What happened?”
His face looked at me perplexed.
“The device tried to uninstall Nate, but it couldn’t. Must have had more damage than it looked like. Instead, it only succeeded in bringing Dustin’s mind back to the surface.”
“Dustin, then?”
Nate's body shook his head. “I don't know how the hell happened, but our minds got melded together, all of our thoughts and memories stuffed and packed.”
Reality was dawning on me on how badly I had fucked up. Either Dustin’s mind claimed Nate’s memories and had the weirdest puberty, or Nate just got a whole new set of childhood memories. “Um, so who do you feel like?”
“Both...Neither. It’s strange.” He grumbled in a way that Dustin would have, placing his face in the pillow. I walked over to the installation helmet. It was busted, though thankful the smoke had died. I pressed eject on the personality disk. There was a slight bend to it. Nate’s disk that I had dreamed of for years was gone.
I sat downstairs in a daze. My parents came back in two weeks, the Watsons in July. I should have been crafting my excuse, but I just didn’t care anymore. All this time chasing perfection, what was it for? What was I to do without that prospect on the horizon? I was in the middle of feeling sorry for myself when I heard the floor creek.
Standing there was Nate…or Dustin…whoever, in nothing but his underwear. It’s been a while since I’d seen that view and clearly Nate’s personal wardrobe hadn’t been updated since his underwear were looking particularly small.
“Wanted to see how you were doing?” He asked.
“Well,” I shrugged, “Been better, but that’s life.” I pointed up and down what’s with this.
“Just felt more comfortable like this.” He lifted up the side of his underwear.
“So, I was thinking after I explained what happened to my and our parents. We should see if we can get the actual Nate to give you another copy," He looked at me with a smirk, then wink.
My jaw dropped on the floor.
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