You get uploaded

It had been a week since you had designed Inez and your heart was once again pounding because you were finally on your way to the facility where you would be uploaded to the server and become her.

You had spent the week leading up to today masturbating every chance you got to your new body and everything you would be able to do with it: from just masturbating and exploring it to having a massive cock shoved up each of your holes from men and women alike. And don't forget the foot worships you would enjoy! You really hoped you would meet a fellow foot fetishist and that they would notice your perfect new feet and want a taste of them.

You wondered how many other people had customized their bodies and to what extent. You imagined most had probably just used the customizer to tweak stuff like weight, face, hairstyle, probably penis length and/or breast size as well. But quite a few had probably changed their bodies to the same extent as yours, maybe even more!

There were plenty of options clearly tailored for different fetishes that you skipped over because you weren't really into them, such as animal features like ears, horns and tails, and fantasy races like elves, orcs, demons and slimes. They were all a bit too much for you. You were pretty vanilla in that way.

It was hard to conceal your boner thinking about all of this while on the metro but your stop was coming up and you were getting more nervous and excited by the second.

Outside the building was a small group of protesting server-deniers. They had been featured in the news a lot recently and they thought that it was unnatural for us to be uploaded to a server instead of dying naturally as nature intended, and of course it was, but it was also the only way to ensure that most of humanity would survive, at least digitally.

Some of them also thought the server was fake and that everyone would just be killed instead of uploaded which didn't make any sense since the asteroid would do that anyway. Plus: there was plenty of information to prove that the server was real. But hey, if those idiots would rather die a "natural and glorious ****" than get to live in hentai haven, then they were more than welcome to do so in your book. It just meant more server space for you and your sex partners.

There were a few others in the waiting room but you didn't have to wait long before your name was called by a nurse. You followed her into a corridor and couldn't help but wonder if she had customized her body at all in preparation for her upload. She was attractive, no doubt, but was she completely happy with her body? Or did she have secret desires she couldn't fulfill with it?

Your thoughts were interrupted when the nurse turned into a room and you followed. Inside you were greeted by a doctor sitting by a computer next to a big machine: the brain scanner.

You were instructed to lay down on it so you did. He then walked up to you holding a syringe in a gloved hand and told you that it was a sleeping **** that would put you to sleep before the scan and that you wouldn't wake up until a week later when the server would be activated after having launched into space. He told you to make any final calls or in some way take a final look of the real world before you were put to sleep, but you told him you were already ready.

Skeptically he went on with the procedure and inserted the needle into your arm. Your eyelids immediately started to feel heavy as you drifted away into sleep, never to wake up in this body again.