Growing into the Job, Post 473: A New Valkyrie, p5

The glossy sheen of the paperwork had long faded into the background, the details handled with pleasantly mechanical efficiency by Elina, Sigrid and Inga. For an hour, the Valkyries led Melissa through the final touches of the sale: legal documents, app registrations, syncing the Frea 3.2 AI to her devices, and running through a checklist of features on Melissa’s new Valkyrie Motors XX Behemoth. Everything had been managed with precision, the efficiency of a well-oiled, deftly corporate machine. Now, with the formalities out of the way, it was time to move ahead. And head home. 

“Let’s get you up into Big Lady, Jay-Jay,” Melissa’s sang. Her voice was cheerful, almost humming with excitement as she helped guide her smaller companion toward the front passenger side of the Behemoth. She was followed, closely from behind, by the three towering blonde saleswomen.

“Melissa, please, with the name,” he implored. She’d been playfully poking fun at him with the diminutive honorific since the car had invented it for him. “R-remember - it learns, and it’s probably listening. And I don’t li-”

“Oh and you don’t like ‘Jay-Jayyyyy’???” she teased, giggling as she opened the door for him.

“N-no, not really…”

She giggled again. “Too bad, Big Mama and I do,” she quipped back,

So they’re a team, now, my girlfriend and a car, he thought, shaking his head and now seeing how far he’d have to step up - wayyyyy up - to the foot panel of this monstrosity of an SUV. It was hard, really, to be mad with her though. She was too dang beautiful, too earnest for her own good, and had just given him a freakin’ BMW. Or, rather, the car of hers that used to be a BMW and was now a shrunken Frankenstein’s monster of an glorified electric go-kart crafted by a battalion of some Norse she-warriors.

The rear gate of the XX Behemoth had long since closed after the minified vehicle  - the “XY Rebirth” - was smoothly guided back into its berth. The seamlessness of the process – the way the vehicle had re-entered the Behemoth like a newborn returning, crawling back into the safety of a mother – wasn’t lost on anyone. To Melissa, it was reassuring; to Dr. J, something far more unsettling.

“Jealous?” Inga had giggled, watching him watch the process.

He tried to scoff. 

Standing beside the Behemoth’s towering frame, the scale of everything seemed to loom even larger than before. With the passenger side door open, the high-tech cabin stretched above him was like the vaulted ceiling of some modern temple, and the doorframe itself more than double his height. The interior lights bathed the plush white leather of the cabin in a warm glow, inviting yet disquieting at the same time.

“Now, scoot, up up up,” Melissa urged. 

“Does he need a boost?”

“He needs a boost.”

“Ooof - thank you,” he said, after receiving a helping hand to the back from both Melissa and at least one of the shapely Nordic salesladies. Their strong hands guided him up, his legs dangling awkwardly immediately as he was lifted into the front seat. He blinked and looked down at dismay at his position. His small frame was all but swallowed up by the massive seat that seemed designed for someone twice his size, and the soft, adaptive material of the seat had gently begun to mold itself around him. The Frea AI was already adjusting the passenger position to his smaller frame, raising him up like a booster seat so at least he could see out the front window. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the seat give way to his tiny movements, and looked for the seatbelt.

Sigrid, standing beside the door alongside Melissa, offered a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry, Doctor,” she said, “The harness will also adjust automatically. Here, let me help, Det är ingen fara…it’s no trouble at all.”

Inga, ever the enthusiastic helper, squeezed between Melissa and Sigrid and leaned in, her fingers hovering over the harness. “You’re going to be so safe in here, like a little bird in a nest.” Her voice was filled with the same nurturing tone she’d slowly started using with this little customer. She knew it must feel a bit overbearing, being tended to by four women as if he were being infantilized. Haha good.

She felt only half bad when she saw how embarrassed he was when her big boobs pressed into his arm and shoulder.

“Do you even weigh 80 pounds?” Elina asked from behind Inga, “If he doesn’t weigh 80 pounds he really even shouldn't be sitting in the front seat.” 

“He weighs…what do you weigh again, sweetie?” 

He’d forgotten. It was less than eighty pounds. 

“Whatever,” Melissa pressed on, “Anyway, with the other car back there there is no backseat, so this will have to do for now.”

“Oh too bad. The backseat is even more comfy than the front seat,” Inga whispered to him, winking and squishing a boob more demonstrably into his side. Before he could say much, Inga had clicked the harness into place. The adaptive straps slid across his chest and waist with a quiet hiss, snugging tightly against his small body. Dr. J wriggled slightly, feeling the harness pull taut.

“I-isn’t this a bit much?” he asked, his voice a touch higher than normal, the discomfort seeping in as Inga pulled herself and her chest from the cabin and he glanced at Melissa’s face.

She giggled, leaning in herself now to check the security of the harness, adjusting the strap at his shoulder with a playful tug. “Nope. You’re perfect right where you are,” she said, her smile wide, as if she found the whole situation adorable. “I don’t want you bouncing around when we take those tight corners.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Sigrid interjected, “the Frea system monitors everything, so if it feels like you’re moving too much, it’ll tighten the restraints automatically.”

He opened his mouth to respond - ‘restraints’? - but then closed it, his face turning a slight shade of pink as he settled back into the seat. The harness really did make him feel like a child strapped into a high-tech car seat, and the whole thing was just far too big for him. 

Melissa straightened up, giving him a final, reassuring pat on the shoulder before stepping back, closing the door with an final, authoritative <whump>  that resonated inside the cabin, echoing in the vast space that surrounded him. The weight of the door was palpable, like the closing of a vault, sealing him in with a hushed finality. The smooth click of his door’s locking mechanism only heightened his sense of confinement.

“Hello, Jay-Jay,” the AI greeted him, in a voice eerily like Melissa’s, if still a little hollow and sedate, “Looks like we’re about to take a ride.” Then, as if deciding he needed extra security, the Frea system made the decision to - ‘hey, what’s that??’ - extend another strap across him and sink him deeper into its cushions

His immediate reaction was that the seat was trying to eat him. “H-hold on-“ he said, then stopped himself. This is just a computer, I’m too small for the front seat, it just wants me safe. The sense of claustrophobia, though, and a new feeling of vulnerability - like he was at the mercy of this car - remained.  

For a brief moment, the world outside felt impossibly far away, his small body swaddled in the plush seat and dwarfed by the sheer enormity of the vehicle. The cabin’s softness, designed for comfort, now seemed more like an overwhelming cocoon. He could hear his own breathing, faint and rapid, as the silence enveloped him. The Frea AI’s soft hum pulsed in the background, ready, waiting.

He swallowed, glancing nervously at the dashboard, which stretched out before him like the control panel of some spaceship. He reached out towards it, his fingers barely able to reach and graze it. The contrast between the delicate, almost childlike way his fingers brushed the console, and the oversized luxury of the Behemoth, felt surreal. Everything in this car was made for someone larger. Not him.

Then, through the windshield, he caught sight of Melissa as she moved in front of the vehicle, headed around to the driver’s side. Her arresting figure was a silhouette against the backdrop of the dealership’s parking lot, to which the car had been moved while they did paperwork in the offices. For a moment, he was transfixed by her form in profile, her jutting chest and shelf of an ass, the way her womanly hips swayed with every step in those faded, impossibly tight jeans. Her long legs carried her with a kind of casual grace that belied their strength, each step purposeful and unhurried. 

His eyes traveled back upward, lingering on the curve of her waist, the thinness of it accentuated by the high-necked pink sweater that clung to her body. The sweater looked comically small against her fit shoulders, stretching tightly across her ample bust. Good lord her breasts were enormous and her posture perfect, accentuating the S-curve of her silhouette and each step sending a ripple through the fabric of her top. Even in something as simple as a sweater and jeans, Melissa radiated a presence that was overwhelming in its femininity.

She turned her head slightly as she crossed in front of the Behemoth, her long, dark hair swaying gently behind her. Her lips curled first into a faint smile then widened brightly. She’d caught his eyes watching her, just able to see above the dashboard and through the windshield. He felt a strange flutter in his chest, a mix of awe and something else. The way her eyes sparkled, meeting his, made his heart jump. Was this love?

As she reached the driver’s side door, he could see her pause, one hand resting casually on the door handle. For a moment, she just stood there, and he could sense her reveling in the moment. The air seemed to thrum with anticipation as her fingers curled around the handle and the door swung open effortlessly. She slid into the driver’s seat with the same easy confidence, the car already adjusted to her body as if it were made just for her. Which, of course, it was. 

From his seat, looking up at her, Dr. J felt impossibly small. The world outside felt so far away now that the doors were shut, leaving him alone with the gentle hum of the Behemoth and this huge, gorgeous woman.

The car hummed to life, the dashboard lighting up in response to her touch. A mere brush of her fingers had done that. 

“Alright, sweetie, ready to head home?” she asked, glancing over at him as she pulled the door shut, closing them in again. 

He nodded weakly, though his gaze once again flicked to the now-closed rear, where the XY was resting inside the berth. The image of it being swallowed back up by the XX still unsettling him for reasons he couldn’t quite articulate.

“Sorry I’m not letting you drive it home,” Melissa said, as the AI greeted her, “I’m not quite ready for that yet.” She gave him an ebullient smile. “Soon, though, I promise.”

He nodded.

In the meantime, the AI had lowered the passenger side window, as Elina had rapped a finger on it. 

“Good luck!” she called in, leaning in just enough to let him get a final look down her top, something to remember her by. 

Sigrid, aside her, also leaned in. “Yes yes yes, Lycka till, good luck!” she called in with a smile, her Swedish lilt fully thickened, “You’ll love the ride, little man. Just...relax.”

Inga, still bouncing on her toes, grinned widely and squeezed in as well, bumping the other two aside. “You’re going to love it, Jay-Jay. It’s like being wrapped in a hug the whole time.”

He gave her a nervous smile but didn’t say anything, turning his attention back to the imposing dashboard and the harness holding him in place. The Frea system was apparently already syncing to the route Melissa had planned, the AI's voice piping up from the speakers once again in confirmation.

Melissa placed her hands on the oversized steering wheel, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes as the Behemoth responded to her touch. The whole, huge machine purred softly beneath them, a gentle hum that vibrated through the cabin like a living heartbeat. It seemed satisfied that it had them all together, the two of them up front, its partnered XY in its womb. 

“Thank you, ladies!” Melissa called out, and as the three Valkyrie saleswomen backed away from the window, waving, the window began to roll back up. With a quick nod from Melissa, the Behemoth rolled forward, smooth as silk. Dr. J felt the gentle pull of the car’s movement, the harness snugging him ever so slightly as the ride began…

…

The three saleswomen watched the newest Valkyrie drive away in the massive XX Behemoth, gliding it smoothly out of the dealership lot. They stood shoulder to shoulder, watching her disappear down the street with practiced smiles. It was an impressive sight, the biggest vehicle any one of the three of them had ever sold, a hulking thing that lived up to its name, transporting Melissa and cradling her tiny, compliant companion - and his new auto - inside. It was a stark symbol of how far Valkyrie Motors - and, really, women - had come.

Elina shifted her weight slightly, her arms crossed casually beneath her bust as her sharp eyes followed the vehicle until it was out of sight. “I think that went well,” she said, her tone professional, though there was a faint edge of satisfaction curling her lips. “She is going to love that Behemoth - and so will Evolution Pharmaceuticals.” She turned to glance at Sigrid and Inga, her gaze appraising. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we see a few more orders from them soon.”

Sigrid nodded, adjusting the lapel of her white jacket, her Swedish lilt seeping into her voice again. “Ja, they’re already talking about expanding their fleet. More custom jobs, bigger modifications. But it’s not just about the cars.” She gestured subtly toward where the Behemoth had vanished. “It’s the whole Valkyrie Motors model. The idea of women in charge, men relying on our technology, becoming dependent on it. Us making them dependent on it. We’re not just selling cars, we’re selling framtiden, the future.”

Her voice was soft but passionate, and there was an intensity in her words that had deepened during the explanation of the Frea 3.2 system earlier. For Sigrid, this was more than a sale - it was a step toward something grander. She felt - yes yea yes - like she wasn’t just selling vehicles; she was selling the evolution of power itself.

Inga, meanwhile, rocked on her toes beside them, her energy never flagging, even after the long hour of paperwork and technical discussions. “Oh, totally. That car is perfect for her. And Dr. Jay-Jay..? ” she giggled, “He’s gonna get used to it. He has to, right? He’s practically a little, like, accessory for her now!”

Elina shot her a sideways glance, a bemused smile on her lips. “‘Accessory’? Is that how you see him?”

“Well, yeah!” Inga laughed, glancing at the watch on her wrist. She caught herself and quickly flicked her eyes away from it, tucking her hands behind her back in an attempt to make the gesture seem casual. But both Elina and Sigrid noticed. “I mean, come on. That little guy? He’s like… part of the package now. The XX line is about the power of women, the power of the Valkyrie, the power of Astrid. The XY? It’s about, like…”

“…Dependency,” Sigrid finished. 

“Yeah..!” Ingrid beamed, satisfied with her coworker’s analysis. 

Elina nodded thoughtfully, her fingers tapping lightly against her arm. “You’re not wrong. That dynamic - it’s exactly what Valkyrie Motors has tapped into. Men aren’t just buying cars. They’re buying their place in this coming new world order.”

“Exactly,” Sigrid added, her accent thickening in her excitement. “The whole thing - the umbilical charging, the leashed driving mode - it’s all part of our ethos. Men, shrinking down in every way, while women grow stronger. More independent. It’s brilliant, actually. Ingeniously subtle, but so effective.”

“And it’s why we’re growing so fast,” Elina said, her green eyes glinting with pride. “Evolution Pharmaceuticals, our new buyer,  is just one example. Soon, every major company, every high-powered woman, will want what Melissa Monroe now has - a vehicle made for them, one that embodies strength, control, and luxury.”

Sigrid’s eyes flickered with something deeper, as if her mind were racing ahead to what came next. “And we’ll keep innovating. Our tech is years ahead of anyone else. The Frea system alone… it’s only just getting started.”

Inga, though still bouncing lightly on her toes, tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a sly grin. “Yeah, well, that’s why I love this place. We’re not just making cars. We’re shaping the world. We’re part of something bigger, something… secret.”

Her last word hung in the air for a second longer than it should have, drawing subtle glances from the others.

Elina narrowed her eyes slightly but said nothing. She had long suspected that there was more to Inga than her sunny disposition let on, but she wasn’t the type to dig unless it was necessary. Secrets were part of the game, after all, and Valkyrie Motors had plenty of those.

Sigrid, however, raised an eyebrow, her expression curious. “Secret?” she asked, though her voice was light, playing along with Inga’s ever-playful tone.

Inga gave a quick, casual shrug, her grin not faltering. “Oh, you know… just that we’re all part of the same plan. One step at a time. One car at a time.” Her hand twitched toward her watch again, her fingers brushing its sleek face as if in some quiet communication.

Elina’s sharp gaze caught the movement, a small spark of realization flickering behind her eyes. She didn’t comment, though. Not yet. “Well, speaking of plans…” Elina said, shifting the subject smoothly, “I’ve got an appointment with a hedge fund exec in an hour. She’s looking to upgrade to an XX Fury. High-powered lady. She’ll love the customization options.”

Sigrid smiled. “Sounds like another big win win win. I’ve got a meeting with one of the local tech start-ups. They’re interested in a fleet of Guardians for their female board members. Should be a good deal.”

Inga was practically bouncing now, her energy bubbling over. “Me? Ooooo I’ve got a fun one - a local fitness influencer, I think she owns a gym,  is stopping by to check out her options. She wants something cute, you know? I’ll convince her to get the matching XY, for sure.”

The three women shared a knowing look, the camaraderie between them clear. They were part of something huge, something unstoppable.

“Let’s make it a good day, then,” Elina said, her voice cool but confident. “One step closer to the top.”

As the trio began to walk back toward the dealership, Inga lingered for just a moment longer, her fingers brushing the face of her watch again. Her eyes flickered briefly to the corner of the lot, where Melissa’s Behemoth had vanished. A small, barely-there smile tugged at her lips.

“All part of the plan,” she whispered under her breath, before turning on her heel and joining the others, thinking to herself: This is going to be so fun.

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