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Growing into the Job, Post 489: Lunch Meeting, p7
🕑 Added 2025-01-28 17:00:09 +0000 UTC“Don’t you think it’s great that I’m always looking for ways to improve myself for us?” asked Melissa, my girlfriend and the manager of the medical facility that I’d be working at in a, uh, reduced capacity come tomorrow. She was still letting me look at her chest, which had burgeoned to nearly burst from the neckline of her thin, pink, short sleeve top.
Melissa stepped back, her towering form still filling the doorway of her huge new SUV, in whose backseat I now sat, strapped into an integrated, convertible safety seat - really, a glorified baby seat. She looked down at me as she admired her work. Her golden-green eyes scanned the situation up and down, taking in the sight of me - nicely small and contained, fresh from a nice release, compliments of her strong, practiced hand. I was nestled snugly in the adaptive seat, and the satisfaction on her face was palpable, her dimples deepening as her smile grew wider.
“You look so perfect, Jay,” she said softly, her voice warm but tinged with a playful edge. She leaned forward again, brushing her fingertips lightly across my cheek. Her touch was both tender and commanding, a reminder of just how thoroughly she’d taken control of every aspect of this moment. “Now, is there anything else you need?”
I stared up at her, my wide, helpless eyes meeting hers. My throat felt tight as I managed a small, awkward shake of my head in response.
Melissa’s smile grew impossibly brighter, and with a gentle laugh, she reached out to tap the tip of my nose with her finger. “Good boy,” she said, her voice dripping with affection. “Now, let’s get you home.”
She straightened up, brushing her hands together as though completing a job well done. She’d put a small blanket over my lap for modesty, as my sodden pants had been pulled from me and sat pooled on the floor of the back seat. So I was all set. The car door swung shut with a quiet, confident <thud>, sealing me inside the plush, high-tech cocoon of her Valkyrie XX Behemoth. I felt the vehicle hum softly around me, the AI likely tracking her presence as she moved around the car to the driver’s side.
I was too overwhelmed to say anything as Melissa slid gracefully into the driver’s seat, but I watched her with my overwrought eyes; it was hard to look at anything else. Even the flow of her hair down her back - thick, brunette waves of softness that called to me and made me want to bury my face in them - was an irresistible pull. As if feeling my attention, she turned to give me a mischievous wink, and told the car to start. The Behemoth purred deeply to life, its powerful electric energy a stark contrast to the absurd smallness I felt in its womb of a backseat. The harness straps around me seemed to adjust once again, giving me a subtle, almost imperceptible squeeze. It was as if the thing wanted to remind me of its presence.
As we pulled away from the curb and into the city traffic, the seatback screen in front of me flickered to life. A cheerful, melodic jingle filled the cabin’s backseat, accompanied by bright, modern graphics.
“Uhhhh….” I began. What is this?
“Welcome to Valkyrie Motors,” a smooth, soothing - and entirely female - voice intoned. A video had begun with a few-second montage of sleek, futuristic vehicles zipping through cityscapes and picturesque countrysides. The scenery soon faded, though, replaced with the image of a gorgeously blonde, friendly looking woman - young and vibrant but clearly modeled to evoke maternal warmth - gesturing to a model of the seat in which I was currently confined.
“Meet the WombTech Safety System,” the narrator's voice, filled with pride, spoke over the woman, who was leaning in towards the car seat. She looked strikingly familiar to the Valkyrie salesladies we’d met yesterday. “Designed for comfort, safety, and care, this revolutionary seat adapts seamlessly to your loved one’s needs, providing unparalleled protection and support.”
“M-Melissa..?” I called out, “There’s some, like…video playing?”
The video paused, briefly, for a moment as the car’s internal AI explained to Melissa what it was doing. From the backseat, I couldn't quite hear. But Melissa nodded, and said something in agreement.
“Big Mama just wants to show you how cool the ba-...the rear safety seat is,” Melissa spoke up, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror, “She’s got a little video to show you.”
Ugh, I moaned inside as the screen again came to life, and the voice-over explained how the seat could adapt to children of different sizes, from infancy up to pre-teen. The animation shifted, now a 3-D rendered video showing the seat shrinking, molding itself around a child-sized, uh, person, the harness gently tightening as the seat’s occupant smiled up at the camera. The scene then morphed into a demonstration of the seat’s more advanced features: temperature regulation, impact absorption, and even a retractable arm that could hold a feeding bottle. The video made it seem like the seat was a marvel of modern engineering, a gift to overworked mothers who wanted the very best in safety and comfort for their children.
I watched in silence, unable to ignore the eerie parallels between the marketing pitch and my current predicament. The way the seat adjusted to its occupant’s size, the comforting embrace of the harness, the maternal overtones of the entire design - it all felt like a reflection of my life. I had been molded, adjusted, and restrained, not just by this seat but by Melissa, by the other women in my life, and indeed by what seemed to be an incoming new world order. All these forces were ones far beyond my control.
Next the video transitioned to a montage of happy families, mothers smiling as they buckled their children into the WombTech seat. The narrator’s voice grew softer, more intimate. “Because nothing is more important than ensuring the ones you love feel safe, secure, and cared for.”
‘Safe, secure, and cared for’. The words echoed in my mind, intertwining with Melissa’s earlier coos of affection. Was that all I was now? Someone to be coddled, protected, and controlled? My thoughts spiraled, and I couldn’t decide if I felt comforted by the idea or crushed under the weight of its implications.
Melissa glanced back at me through the rearview mirror, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and affection. “Isn’t that a nice video?” she asked, her tone teasing.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I tried to muster a response. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I nodded faintly, sinking further into the seat as the video continued, the narration blending with the low hum of the car as we turned onto one of the main thoroughfares in the city, headed toward the office…home.
As the video faded out and the audio transitioned to what sounded like a soothing lullaby, the seat beneath me gave a subtle shift, cradling me even more snugly. I squirmed against the harness, its firm embrace reminding me just how little freedom I had in this space. The gentle warmth of the leather and the rhythmic hum of the engine seemed to be conspiring against me.
“Car,” I announced, just loud enough so I knew it could hear me, “please loosen these straps.”
Nothing.
“CAR,” I repeated, more demonstrably this time, “Please. Loosen. These Straps.”
Still nothing.
“Are you okay back there?” Melissa asked, as she turned at a traffic light, eyes again meeting mine in the rearview.
“I’m fine it’s jus-”
“Melissa,” came the AI’s voice, calm and measured, perfectly mirroring hers. “I’m detecting elevated levels of agitation in Jay-Jay.”
“Awww…” Melissa cooed, and I could hear her pout and see it in her eyes’ reflection, “Is he getting fussy?”
“M-Melissa I’m n-!”
“I think he’s just getting fussy, Big Mama,” Melissa said, glancing down at the dash. The wheels of thought, such as they were, were cranking in that giant head of hers. “You know what might help?” she mused aloud, addressing both me and the car, “He’s always likes looking at something pretty. That can calm him down.” Melissa giggled, her voice filled with a playful warmth, “Maybe you can think of something to show him on your tv? Hm, car-lady?”
Oh no, I thought, as I remembered yesterday afternoon, sitting alone in this thing in the bank parking lot. It had somehow come up with pictures of Melissa from onlin-
The AI, though, chimed in immediately, before I could protest. “Understood, Melissa. Activating DashCam Feed: Driver.”
The screen embedded in the seatback before me flickered for a moment before displaying a live, close-up video feed of Melissa at the wheel. Her face, neck and shoulders, illuminated by the sun streaming into the car’s cabin and framed by her dark hair, filled the screen. She smiled serenely, her full lips parting in a gentle, hypnotic curve. It took her a few moments to realize what was happening, that the car had decided to show me her, live, on my screen. But when she did - her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open in delighted shock.
“Oh, car! Did you put up a picture of me?” Melissa squealed, glancing down into where the screen with the feed on her dash must be, “You’re too nice!”
“I did,” the car’s AI replied calmly, “Jay-Jay has responded favorably to images of you in the past. Is that acceptable?”
“Oh yes that’s okay!!” she declared, obviously thrilled to death, looking down now to find where the camera would be positioned, “Is that okay by you, Jay-Jay?”
“It’s, uh-”
“Maybe do a bit more of a close-up,” Melissa suggested, and right away the camera zoomed in on her face. Suddenly it filled my screen, in ultra high-def. Her high cheekbones, those sparkling green-gold eyes, the glossy fullness of her lips - all of it was magnified in perfect detail. It was shocking, how beautiful she was, and I felt myself gasp.
“Better?” Melissa asked, her voice tender but laced with amusement as she glanced again briefly into the camera. “I have to drive, eyes on the road,” she said, “but you can keep your eyes right on me.”
I blinked, staring at the screen. The sight of her was undeniably captivating, but it only added to the confusion swirling in my mind. The car’s interior seemed to grow warmer, cozier, the scent of Melissa’s perfume subtly intensifying. It wrapped around me like a cocoon, blurring the edges of my resistance.
“I…I don’t…” I began, my words faltering as the seat adjusted itself once more, cradling me even more snugly. Aghast, I felt myself starting to harden under the thin blanket she’d put on my lap. “I don’t need th-this…”
Melissa’s voice interrupted me, soft and melodic. “Hush, baby. Just relax. Isn’t this nice? You, all cozy and safe,” she said, looking into the camera again, “with Mommy right here watching over you.”
The screen showed her tilting her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she gave the camera a playful wink, then a slow, languid kiss. My loins tensed - nnnggggfff. Her smile deepened, the dimples cutting into her cheeks and becoming more pronounced, like parentheses around her amusement. God, she’s so gorgeous, I couldn’t help but marvel. My cock - apparently - agreed, thickening further, the blanket slowly rising up off my lap.
“I think JayJay likes it, car-mama,” she said. Melissa’s radiant face was serene, confident in her beauty and the effects it could have as she glanced from the road to the camera.
“He does,” the AI responded, “He’s responded very positively to your face with an erection.”
GAH!
That made Melissa snort.
nO! Was I going to be mollified this easily? “Still…I don’t…” I tried. She was breathtaking, of course, but I couldn’t let myself be lulled and quieted this easy. My eyelids - suddenly, despite my consternatio - fluttered, but I forced them back open.
“Still fighting it, huh?” Melissa teased, glancing back at me briefly into the camera, “You’re such a stubborn little thing sometimes, Jay-Jay.”
“I’m not…stubborn,” I insisted weakly, though even I could hear the slur in my voice, along with the childish petulance, “I’m not fussy, and I don’t need…th-this.”
Melissa giggled, turning her attention back to the road. “Well, we’ll see about that,” she said, her tone full of playful mischief, her lips curling into a deeper, more mischievous grin. “Car, let’s give him something even better to look at. Adjust the camera angle down a bit, please.”
“Understood, Melissa,” came the AI’s smooth reply.
The screen’s image jostled, and the angle shifted. Slowly, the view tilted downward, the focus moving from Melissa’s captivating face to the swell of her chest. The focus of the camera struggled for a moment, settling on its pneumatic new target. But in a second they filled my screen: her tits, illuminated in dramatic shadow by sun streaming in from the driver’s side window. Her snug blouse stretched across her curves, the soft fabric molded around her, accentuating every contour. Each subtle rise and fall of her breathing would now be on full display - again, in startling high-def.
I groaned involuntarily as my erection surged, kept from standing like an absolute flagpole from between my legs only by the blanket, which was tucked in under some harnesses. My cheeks burned as I goggled at the screen. It was filled with the mesmerizing vision of her chest and I was helpless to look away or - obviously - speak. If I had my wits about me, I would have fought against the car’s efforts to placate me. I was, however, fully and immediately engrossed by the image on the screen, the size of her expanded chest, the way the fabric of her top’s neckline dug into her flesh.
“Better?” Melissa asked, her tone dripping with playful amusement. “Now you can focus on something even prettier. Maybe that’ll make you less cranky.”
“I think that is better, Melissa,” the car’s voice announced, “his agitation levels are down, and he’s responding even more positively.” A new wave of perfume - Wait. Is that hers, or is it coming from the car? - drifted over me. “Jay-Jay is also showing elevated fatigue signals, Melissa. Do you think it would be best if he took a little nap?”
Melissa’s laughter bubbled up from the front seat, rich and indulgent. She glanced back at me - this time through the rearview mirror - and her expression was one of pure delight. “Aw, even mama car is looking out for you, sweetie,” she cooed, placing a hand on her chest as though the suggestion had deeply touched her, “Isn’t that thoughtful?”
“I don’t n-need a nap,” I grumbled, my tone more petulant than I intended and my eyelids - dammit! - feeling heavier than I wanted.
“Are you sure?” Melissa teased, her lips curling into a knowing smirk as she turned onto the main road that would eventually take us back to the office, “Because you do look a little sleepy, Jay-Jay.”
“I’m not sleepy!” I snapped, And my name’s not ‘JayJay’. Even as I said it, though, I could feel the telltale heaviness settling in my limbs.
The air inside the car grew even thicker, sweeter. The floral undertones of her perfume intensified, mingling with something deeper, something like the scent of freshly laundered linen, calming lavender sachets. It was one of Melissa’s scents, or at least some perfect simulation of it and it enveloped me completely. My pulse reacted, the combined effect of the pheromones in the air and the overwhelming image on the screen proving too much to resist. “Melissa…” I managed weakly, my voice becoming little more than a whimper.
“Yes, sweetheart?” she cooed, her voice soft and soothing, eyes looking right into the rearview as she drove us confidently down the road.
“wh-what’s happening..?”
“Hush, baby. You’re just relaxing, that’s all. Mommy’s here, and so is her new car. We’ve got you,” she replied, her tone soothing, becoming a lullaby, Glancing at my slackening features, her smile deepened, like watching me struggle against the inevitable was a thrill she hadn’t anticipated. Every twitch of my eyelids, every faint protest, only underscored how much control she had over me now. “Just let it happen, Jay. Let Mommy take care of you.”
I shifted feebly against the harness, the straps holding me snugly in place as my limbs grew heavier and my mind clouded. My head leaned back against the padded headrest despite my efforts to resist. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the growing haze in my mind. What’s happening?? Why am I so sleepy?? I shouldn’t be like this! The screen, meanwhile, still glowed softly with the image of her chest, its slow rise and fall in perfect rhythm with her breathing. It was hypnotic, a gentle, undeniable force pulling me under.
“Don’t fight it, Jay,” Melissa whispered, her tone low and intimate. “Just look at me, or close your little eyes. I’ll be right here.”
The car’s AI chimed in again, its voice almost indistinguishable from Melissa’s and now playing through small hidden speakers embedded in the headrest of the car seat, on either side of my head. “You’re safe, Jay-Jay. Relax. Rest.” The seat then seemed to tighten around me ever so slightly, the harness holding me in a secure, comforting grip. The air grew warmer, and seeped into my muscles like the warmth from the seat, the scent around me becoming more enveloping. And - if I wasn’t mistaken - I began to hear the faint <thrum-thrum> of what sounded like a heartbeat through the seat’s speakers. Was that the car’s? Or Melissa’s? The windows in the back seat also began to darken, tinting to opacity against the early afternoon sun. The hustle-bustle of the outside world was disappearing, leaving only us, here, in this new, intimate space. I tried to fight the feeling coming over me, to push against the overwhelming lethargy creeping into my bones, but it was no use.
“There you go,” a voice whispered, soft as a lullaby. Did it come from Melissa, or the car? “Just close those little eyes. You’re safe now.”
I let out a weak protest, but the words dissolved into a faint sigh as my body surrendered. I’d felt the weight of my resistance crumble as the perfumes in the air reached a new heaviness, wrapping around me like a warm blanket. My eyes fluttered shut, my last conscious thought a blur of Melissa’s voice and the gentle, rhythmic motion of her breathing on the screen.
“Good boy,” I heard a murmur - through the air and through the speakers right aside my ears - a voice that was the last anchor to the waking world before I drifted into the soft, suffocating embrace of sleep.
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Thx to AgeoftheGiantess for tons of inspiration for this scene, and TopographicSociety for his ideas as well.
