Growing into the Job, Post 471: A New Valkyrie, p3: (Sigrid's POV)

“Are you ready?” I asked Melissa Monroe, our day’s most important customer. I made sure my voice was at it’s most melodic and teasing, though I already knew the answer; this girl has been preparing for moments like this all her life. 

We were all in position. The showroom was quiet except for the soft hum of energy in the air, and the light footsteps of the other Valkyries attending to clients in the background. The lights above the platform dimmed ever so slightly, and the soft glow of the embedded floor lights grew brighter, pulling everyone’s attention toward the center.

“I can’t wait for you to see it,” Inga said softly to the towering woman, her voice barely containing the thrill we all felt. This was what it meant to be a part of Valkyrie Motors. This moment, this reveal - it was all about showing just how far women had come, and how much further we were going.

Melissa smiled, glancing down at her doctor friend, who was watching the platform with wide eyes. “We’re ready, aren’t we Jay?” she said, her voice warm but full of anticipation.

Nothing sat on it now, but in a few moments, the entire 10-meter diameter section of floor would split, retract, and her new car would rise up in its place. I tried to imagine what it must feel like for someone like Melissa to see her future come up through the floor. I mean, we do this with every customer, to present them with their purchase, and honestly it never gets old. The experience was designed to be epic - to make the customer feel like the most powerful person in the room, to give them a sense of something monumental. Something Valkyrie.

And Melissa Monroe was already larger than life. I mean, she wasn’t just the tallest person in the room - something about her practically filled it. The vulni little doctor clung to her side, his tiny frame looking even smaller now that we were indoors. It was as if the sleek lines of the dealership exaggerated how much smaller than a normal person he was, and how much bigger than average Inga, Elina, myself - and most of all Melissa - were.

My heart raced with anticipation. I couldn’t - mech geek that I am - help but feel a sense of reverence for the technology we were about to unveil. This vehicle, built on Valkyrie Motors’ most powerful commercially available model, had been customized into something no one else in the world had. It was another jewel in Valkyrie Motors’ expanding crown, designed specifically for Melissa Monroe, a woman who wanted strength, desired luxury, and needed more space than most could even imagine. Even just the base model was built to be a fortress, a declaration of power on wheels. We had a number of those on the lot, and one here in the showroom. But, though I hadn’t even laid eyes on it myself yet - it had been driven into our underground lot in the early hours of the morning, and all I’d seen was the spec sheet - this custom build was going to be something special. It would herald in the new capabilities of Valkyrie Motors' engineering powers, show the world what we could do. 

As the motors under the floor whirred to further life, I exchanged a look with Elina, who nodded slightly, her arms crossed as she took in the staging area with a practiced eye. Elina, I knew, must be excited about the sale and feeling the same anticipation that buzzed through me, but she was cool and collected. Very businesslike and business-oriented. She was good like that. 

Inga, on the other hand, looked actually ready to pop. She was an absolute fangirl of Ms. Nilsen’s and the whole Valkyrie Motors corporate culture. And it didn’t get much more ‘Valkyrie’ than this. 

Melissa Monroe seemed also to be buzzing with excitement, which was understandable. Having heard part of her story when she came in to meet me several weeks ago, I knew that to her this new vehicle - and what she had as a surprise for her little boyfriend - were to be the ultimate symbols of how far she’d come. Not just an upgrade from the car she had been driving, it would be a celebration of her growing power.

All of us women were both proud and excited in our own ways. After all, this wasn’t just a car ready to appear. This was a statement, an announcement in a world now run by women

As we came to stand by the edge of the platform, I couldn’t resist shooting another quick glance at the small doctor. I am big, tall, more than six feet, and I am used to many men being smaller than me. But this man was miniscule. He looked nervous, his tiny hands clutching the hem of Melissa’s sweater as he took in the massive, empty circle in the center of the room. I wondered if he had any idea what was coming. Did he know how small he would look next to a car built for a woman of Melissa’s size when it finally rose up? The thought sent a little thrill through me. It would be another statement: welcome to your new world, little man. 

The future - for all of us - was right there, about to ascend from the floor, and I had no doubt it was going to change everything.

The soft whir of the motors beneath the floor suddenly deepened, and I felt it - a low, almost imperceptible hum in the soles of my feet. The platform below was activating. A ripple of excitement surged through me, something primal and electric. This was it.

The soft glow from the embedded floor lights brightened even further, pulling everyone's attention to the center of the room. The subtle hiss of hydraulics whispered through the air, and the circular diameter of floor split and began to retract with the smooth, silent precision upon which Valkyrie Motors prided itself. I stole a glance at our customer - her eyes were wide with anticipation, her lips slightly parted in a smile. Next to her stood the doctor and. well, I could practically feel the tension radiating off him. He gripped the edge of Melissa’s sweater, his knuckles white against the pink fabric, his body stiff. Poor thing had no idea what was about to happen to him.

But I did.

"Here it comes," I whispered, mostly to myself, but loud enough that Melissa, Elina and Inga could hear me. The floor had retracted like a portal, leaving a circular hole thirty feet in width in the center of the showroom floor. A dark pit had been revealed. 

The ground shifted ever so slightly beneath us, the air around the staging area seeming to still, as if the entire showroom was holding its breath. Hydraulics activated. And then, slowly, gloriously, the vehicle below began its ascent.

“Oh, my…” Melissa breathed, catching her first glimpse.

Initially, a gleam of the deepest, darkest magenta coming up from the darkness. A powerful hue both royal, futuristic, and primordially feminine. Roof, windows, body of an SUV. This vehicle was emerging and -  I needed to keep myself from gasping so I could announce it properly - it was absolutely gigantic. 

The other women’s eyes were already wide. 

“Melissa Monroe, Valkyrie Motors is thrilled to present you with the XX Behemoth...”

“Oh, MY..!” She now began to laugh, incredulous.

Then as if sensing its new owner, the vehicle lit the metallic “XX” logo set into its sultry front grill, igniting it into a deep magenta, pulsing to life and announcing itself as Valkyrie Motors’ latest monster in the world. 

“AHAHAHA!!” Her laugh was astounded, she sounded triumphant, it filled the room. 

“IT’S HUGE!!” called someone, a customer I think, from across the showroom. Apparently we had onlookers.

I chuckled, as Melissa laughed. Apparently she was pleased. This was so fun.

Facing me was the front bumper, appearing - sleek, matte black, and colossal. The reinforced steel grille gleamed under the lights, giving this ultimately customized Behemoth an almost menacing air, like some creature rising from the depths of the earth. The headlights followed, suddenly flashing to life bright and piercing, their beams casting long shadows even across the sunlit showroom floor. The lights were set into the curvaceous front end, having a slightly almond shape to grant the vehicle an alluring, feminine gaze, sharp and intelligent. The flowing curve of the front end smoothed the overall face of the vehicle, ensuring that it looked powerful, but not violently aggressive. The front grille, large, was likewise designed with elegant, bulging curves, echoing the classic hourglass shape of both its creators and new master.

The deep, throaty rumble of the platform’s motors echoed through the room, blending with the faint vibrations beneath our feet and Melissa’s continued, sporadic laughter.

“The XX Behemoth is our largest, most powerful model, and,” I continued, speaking to the customer but also declaring our dominance to the world, “in many ways it is our flagship vehicle. Huge, strong, ready to break new terrain and conquer life’s challenges.” These were lines I’d used before, on other women who had purchased the XX Behemoth. This sale, though, was certainly different. “Your custom build is, however, far larger, far stronger and far more capable than any that have come before it.”

Okay, breathe, Sigrid. You’re doing fine. I, unlike Inga, was usually not one to get so wrapped up in the “greater purpose” of the company. Today, again though, felt different.

The Behemoth continued to rise, revealing more and more of its imposing frame. It was tall, it was muscular, and it dominated in every possible way. As it climbed, the light caught the subtle curves of its armor-plated sides, making it glisten like some sort of futuristic female fortress on wheels more than 40 inches in diameter. The sheer size of the vehicle was frankly staggering. Even knowing the exact dimensions I’d spec'd out for it, seeing it here, in person, still took my breath away. It was, absolutely, a giantess. 

"The XX Behemoth," I said, my voice a little breathless despite myself. "And our most powerful, most fully custom model yet. Built from the wheels up for you, Ms. Monroe, using Valkyrie Motors’ latest engineering advancements."

“Please call me Melissa,” she managed, still sounding amazed. 

I paused, letting the moment stretch as the massive vehicle finally came to a rest, the platform fully risen. I could hear the thrum-thrum of my chest in my ears - or was that some heartbeat from the car? The Behemoth stood tall in the center of the room, monumentally dominating the space like it had always been there, for time eternal. This thing must have cost a fortune, I mused. Honestly, I was totally unaware of what was paid for this unearthly vehicle. Elina would know. Just the frame modifications alone were staggering, plus there were new electronics, adaptive comforts and-

Sigrid, focus. I caught myself just before going into full-on tech geek mode, but it was hard. My mind was buzzing with the specs I knew so well. "It’s got reinforced steel plating along the entire body,” I allowed myself to continue, trying to keep it cool, as lay-woman as possible, “integrated with our latest shock absorption system to handle anything the world throws at it. It is much larger, much more powerful, and much more able to carry heavy loads than even our standard XX Behemoth model, custom-built for your…increasing needs for size."

I glanced up at Melissa, and she looked transfixed, her eyes roaming over every inch of her new vehicle. She had stopped laughing, but still looked incredulous. And the little man with her? He appeared like he was about to faint. His eyes were wide, locked on the towering beast of a car. I could almost see the gears in his head turning, trying to comprehend how something so massive could be his girlfriend’s new vehicle - and how small he would be inside it. Just standing next to it - barely taller than one of its tires -  he was absolutely dwarfed. The thing could fucking eat him.

I fought back a grin and turned my attention back to the Behemoth. “Your new Valkyrie Motors’ XX Behemoth is 6.9 m-…excuse me, 22.5 feet long, 8.5 feet wide. It has a base height of 8 feet but, knowing your future demands…we’ve made some very custom adjustments.”

At that, I winked at the car. I knew its internal AI was listening, watching, and would catch on to my wishes. 

I couldn’t help the widening of my smile as I stepped closer to the side of the Behemoth, my hand running along the sleek, deep magenta exterior. “One of the more unique features we’ve incorporated for you, Melissa, is the expandable cabin height. It’s designed to adjust as needed  - especially useful for someone with, let’s say, growing requirements.”

With a brief, audible tone, the AI activated the cabin expansion feature. There was a soft, almost imperceptible hum, followed by the gentle glide of the roof rising upward. The interior space, so indeed the entire vehicle, began to grow taller and taller, inch by inch.

“Oh my that’s amazing,” the customer gushed, obviously overcome as she watched it. As she should be. This is serious, next-level shit. Even the windshield seemed to be growing, previously hidden sections rising up from below the dash. “Isn’t that amazing, Jay??”

“Otroligt, eller hur?” I echoed.

Inga tapped something on her watch, a text maybe. “That’ll be perfect for when you’re eight feet tall, right Melissa?” she gushed in turn. 

“Haha omigod…!” Melissa laughed.

I nearly laughed myself when I looked down at him quaking, watching this automotive titaness we’d created grow even larger still right in front of his eyes. I didn’t know if he was even listening anymore, or if he was in shock.

“Notice how smooth the transition is, Så enkelt, so simple,” I pointed out, continuing on, hearing the professional pride in my own voice but also checking myself. My Swedish jumps in when I get too excited., “The cabin-expansion system is powered by hydraulic lifts reinforced with advanced carbon fiber, designed to maintain structural integrity no matter how often you expand or contract the space. And even at this height, it’s as sturdy as ever. Whether you're driving or resting inside, you’ll always have room to move comfortably.”

The boyfriend, standing by Melissa’s side, looked even smaller as the cabin extended higher, the growing vehicle above him casting a longer shadow over his slight frame. It grew and grew and grew until the Behemoth reached its full height of eleven feet.

My hand grazed the polished surface of the vehicle with pride as I walked down its length. I could feel my big boobs jiggling above the tight neckline of my blue uniform dress.  “It’s powered by a quad-motor electric drivetrain that produces an output of over 1,500 horsepower, with a reinforced aluminum-titanium alloy chassis to handle anything you might need, whether it's city driving or maybe trekking through tougher terrain.”

“All I do is drive to the grocery store and the mall,” Melissa giggled, “but maybe now I could climb some mountains.”

“Or bulldoze them over..!” laughed Inga.

"It has fully autonomous driving capabilities, of course, and solar-enhanced, long-range-wireless battery charging that... well, let’s just say, you’ll never never never need to worry about running out of power,” I continued, “The interior is designed to be adaptable as well - we’ll look at that in a few minutes." I winked at Melissa, who was still staring at the car with a growing smile.

As the last echoes of the platform’s ascent had faded, the room was quiet. It was like the Behemoth was absorbing all the space, all the energy around it. Even from where I stood, closing my eyes for a moment, I could feel its presence. This was more than just a car, we could all sense that. It was truly a titaness we’d built, an enormous golem of titanium and carbon steel, a declaration of our power and dominance. And, judging by the awe on the faces of everyone in the room, it was doing exactly what it was meant to do.

I glanced down at the little man again. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t even blinked, his small hands still clinging to Melissa’s side like he was holding on for dear life. His eyes were glued to the Behemoth, and I could only imagine what must be going through his mind.

"Go ahead," I said softly, looking at Melissa, "She’s all yours."

Our customer took a step forward, pulling the doctor gently along with her. I watched, heart pounding, as they moved toward the Behemoth - the towering woman and the tiny man, she about to claim another step up in a world that was changing more rapidly than any of us could even realize. It looked like he would be her passenger along the way. 

She reached out and touched it. At her fingers, its headlights brightened and the Behemoth responded with a deep, resounding purrrrrrr that rattled the windows of the entire showroom and made us all, besides Melissa, step back.

The three of us exchanged glances.

“I think it likes you,” Elina offered. Her arms were crossed under her own big boobs, and her smile was curled, now calculating something.

This thing was more alive than I expected.

“The w-windows are made from bulletproof glass,” I continued, as Melissa laid her palm more fully on the Behemoth’s side, her skin tone somehow working perfectly with the sleek, deep, matte magenta finish and its soft, metallic undertones that gave the vehicle a futuristic yet refined look. The light played off its finish in a soft glow rather than a harsh reflection, as if the vehicle was illuminated from within. All of this beauty over enormous strength. “And the body is reinforced with lightweight but durable armor.”

“There are a lot of crazies out there…” Inga offered.

Indeed, with the customer attracting some attention and growing perhaps soon into a position of public influence, the engineers figured she would appreciate this extra protection, all without sacrificing the car’s beauty or performance.

“Once you get it on the road,” Elina chimed in, “you’ll see how the electric motor makes the car incredibly fast, but it glides almost silently.” 

“Wow...it's perfect," Melissa intoned, as if to herself, now slowly walking down the length of the car, stroking it along the way with fingers that never left its surface. The car, beneath her touch, continued to rumble and purr in delight. She giggled, and casually, effortlessly, pulled the doctor along with her. I could see her trying to peer in the windows, which were tinted darkly for privacy. On command, they could lighten…but we kept them tinted, at the moment, for a very particular reason.

He had no chance of seeing in the windows; they were -  oh my god - above his eye line.

“Jay, honey, this car is more than twice as tall as you,” Melissa said, slowly making her way towards the front of the Behemoth. It was true; with the front cabin extended up, he was dwarfed by it. His head reached just below the top of the front wheel well. The tire itself was at roughly his chin level, and width of them further emphasized the bulk of the monumental SUV.

As they came around the front of the car, the Behemoth’s front grille was at eye-level for the small man, likely making the front of the vehicle look like a massive wall of steel. The double-’X’ of the Valkyrie Logo, gently pulsing a deep magenta to the car’s slow, powerful heartbeat, stared him nearly in the face. The headlights were positioned around his shoulder height, and the imposing front bumper would hit him at just above his waist, making it likely appear dauntingly massive from his perspective. The look on his face seemed to confirm all my suspicions: this car made him feel small, tiny, and weak. Perfect. Men should cower before us. 

It was then that Inga pointed it to me, a silent signal in about as subtle a manner as she was capable. She was trying to keep from giggling, and to keep both the customer and her smaller partner from noticing, but she was pointing at him, downwards…

Oh my hahaha.

This car, the XX Behemoth, wasn’t just making the little doctor feel small, tiny and weak. There was a dramatic, enormous bulge in his pants that was a sure sign it was bringing other feelings to him, too. I’d seen this in men before, tagging along with their wives here in the showroom. Something about the place, I think -  the highly charged atmosphere of female dominance - could bring out the submissive tendencies that seemed to be so rampant in our menfolk. Maybe it was that, or maybe it was our enormous tits.

I had to admit, though, that this custom SUV, while clearly a dominating force in terms of size and power, also exuded an undeniable femininity that these poor men could find arousing. This was not just a brute-force kind of vehicle, but rather a careful balance of curves, elegance, and overwhelming presence, symbolizing the strength, power, and allure of the modern woman. The XX Behemoth, even in its base models, did not rely on the boxy, angular design traditionally associated with large, masculine SUVs or trucks. Instead, the Behemoth carried a sophisticated silhouette - wide at the hips (the rear) and narrowing slightly at the waistline (center), with a flowing, almost hourglass figure. The bodywork featured fluid, sweeping lines that curve gracefully from the front fenders to the back, giving it a sense of flowing motion, even when stationary. Accentuating the Behemoth's curves were slender chrome lines that ran along the curves of the car, hugging its edges the way a seam would on a gown or corset, enhancing the contours and reinforcing that sense of curvy, feminine elegance.

Conversely, at its front, the Behemoth’s design evoked strength with broad, smooth "shoulders" above the wheels, though curving downwards rather than jutting out in sharp edges, suggesting feminine power through resilience and poise. The hood curved gently up to meet the windshield, creating an elegant, streamlined look, while still maintaining a feeling of command and control. Meanwhile, from the front to the sides, the waist of the car tapered inward slightly, before expanding back out at the hips. This reinforced the image of the XX Behemoth as being both powerful and feminine; it was strong, but sculpted in a way that spoke of agility and grace along with its sheer bulk.

To summarize, it would probably be devastating in bed. 

I’m also 90% sure the husbands of our customers have jacked off to these cars.

That brings me back to my own customer, and her poor little man.

“The XX Behemoth,” I began again, trying to keep my eyes now away from where they were being drawn - his crotch, “is the embodiment of a modern woman, as are all of the cars in our XX line - dominant yet nurturing, elegant yet unstoppable.” This, again, was a litany we all used on the sales floor. In fact, Elina picked up where I left off:

“It doesn’t just dominate the road with sheer size or power, but with an aura of calculated, graceful strength,” she said, our customer nodding along, listening to every word, “Every curve, every detail is a nod to the beauty of female strength: powerful, poised, commanding, but without sacrificing grace or allure.”

Inga now came in. “The size of a Valkyrie represents women taking up space in a world that’s long been built for men, but their design shows that femininity and strength are not opposites - they complement each other. Just like its owners, the XX Behemoth is a force to be reckoned with - not because it tries to imitate masculinity, but because it fully embraces and celebrates the power of being feminine.”

“Yes, omigosh yes,” Melissa breathed, petting the beast that seemed ready to rumble to life. 

I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me again. This was what Valkyrie Motors was all about. Power. Progress. Protection. And the future we were all building, one massive, glorious vehicle at a time.

“So, Melissa,” Elina spoke up, “Even before customization, Valkyrie Motors’  XX Behemoth is positioned to be larger and more imposing than any current consumer vehicle on the market.” She smiled at the vehicle, looking up at it, her eyes glimmering with the thought of beasts like this dominating the world’s highways. “Yours, here, will make the cars of men look like toys.”

“It’s so huge,” Inga added, “it’s so big.”

“But what Valkyrie Motors is equally proud of,” I began again, is the technology inside the car. Let's take a look?” I extended my hand, motioning Melissa towards the driver’s side door. 

“Yes please..!” she giggled, a little girl in anticipation of playing with a new toy. 

When she reached for the door handle, the car began to shift. The roof began to lower, the cabin began to shrink, back towards its original size. 

“It’s been told to adapt itself to your height, as you ready yourself to drive,” I said. 

“Cool…” she marveled, as the Behemoth came back to its original, though still daunting, proportions. 

She took the custom-finished door handle in her hand, and with a soft, satisfied, almost reverent hum, the Behemoth responded instantly. A brief flicker of lights, the click of the lock releasing, and the door opened smoothly, as if the car had been waiting for her. Of course, it had.

“Go ahead, Melissa,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, even though I was buzzing inside. “Step in.”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and there was this kind of giddy energy radiating off her. She didn’t hesitate, climbing in with ease - like the enormous machine was made for her, which, in a very real sense, it was. As soon as she settled into the driver’s seat, I couldn’t help but notice the way the seat molded perfectly to her form, like it was embracing her, accepting her, welcoming her in.

She looked down at the soft, custom leather interior - pure white with gold stitching - and let out a low, appreciative whistle. “This…is…amazing,” she murmured, her fingers trailing over the dashboard, exploring the sleek design with a kind of childlike wonder. Everything about the space seemed to expand for her. And, of course, it could. I felt my professional pride swelling again, but there was something more than that. This car was a manifestation of what Valkyrie Motors stood for, what we were creating, and the moment was epic. 

“I told you,” I said, my voice teasing, “it’s built just for you. Power, comfort, and control. Everything you deserve.”

Melissa grinned, adjusting herself in the seat like she was already making herself at home. But then, just outside the door, there was the doctor. Still standing there, looking up into the cab with wide eyes like he couldn’t even begin to imagine how big and luxurious the space inside was. He seemed so…lost, even I could feel it. Something tugged at me, deep inside, that strange thrill I couldn’t explain. The way he just stood there, this small, fragile man, in front of a vehicle that looked like it could swallow him whole.

And then she said it.

“Come on up here, Jay. Sit on my lap.”

I saw the flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but also…something else. Resignation, maybe? Or maybe it was just some quiet obedience. Either way, he was going to do what she said, probably like always. Melissa leaned over, her hand outstretched, her smile soft but commanding. “It’ll be comfy,” she cooed, as if she were talking to a little boy.

Without missing a beat, I nodded to Inga, who was already moving toward him, her hand resting gently on his back. I felt my heart speed up again, that familiar tingle running through me as I followed suit, placing a hand under his elbow to help guide him. His arm felt so small, so delicate under my touch, and I had to remind myself to be gentle.

“It’s okay,” I said softly, maybe more for me than for him. The feeling of being in control, of helping him, made me lightheaded for a second. “We’ve got you.”

He didn’t say anything, just let us lift him easily, helping him up and into the Behemoth. His legs dangled for a second before he settled awkwardly onto Melissa’s lap, her arms wrapping around him protectively.

“There we go,” Melissa whispered, her voice thick with warmth, “That’s better, isn’t it, Jay?”

I stepped back, my hand lingering for just a second longer than it needed to on his back before I let go. Watching them together, with him so small and secure in her arms, I couldn’t help but smile and think of the future. Valkyrie Motors was only scratching the surface of what was possible for women in this new world.

I wanted to show her. 

Melissa shifted Jay slightly on her lap, glancing around the cabin with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes. I could see her taking it all in, every sleek surface, every detail crafted with care. But it was the little man on her lap who first spoke up, his small voice breaking the silence.

“Wh-what’s that? What's BAck there?” he asked, his voice cracking like a young teen’s, his eyes narrowing as he craned his neck toward the divider - a frosted glass privacy panel that separated the front of the cabin from the rear seats.

I suppressed a smile. Of course he’d notice. The divider was subtle but deliberate, just opaque enough to keep one from seeing what was back there…yet.

“Oh, that,” I said, keeping my voice light, teasing. “Just a little privacy window.” I winked at Melissa, figuring she’d catch on. “There’s a surprise waiting for you back there, but that’s for later.”

Melissa’s eyes lit up, and she gave Jay a little squeeze. “A surprise, huh? You hear that, Jay? You love surprises!”

He, haha, didn’t look that thrilled, but then again, he was sitting on the  lap of a giant woman, probably overwhelmed by the sheer size of everything. Still, the way his fingers cane to grasp and nervously fidgeted with the hem of her sweater gave me that little twinge again. It was like he was trying to shrink even further into her, as if being closer to Melissa would protect him from whatever was back there.

Just you wait, little man. 

I leaned in slightly, getting ahold of myself and letting the tech-nerd in me take over. “Let me show you some of the finer details, then,” I said, resting my hand on the soft leather of the dashboard. “You’re sitting in what we call the ‘Empyrean’ Interior. It’s made from the finest materials - real Nappa leather, hand-stitched, with gold accents. Everything’s been tailored to you, Melissa. You’ll notice the seats automatically adjust not just for height, but weight distribution. As you change, they’ll recalibrate to keep you perfectly comfortable, no matter how much more room or support you need.”

“Did you hear that, honey?” she cooed down to her little charge, “It’s okay if my butt keeps getting bigger..!”

Melissa giggled, hugging him closer with her right  arm while stroking her left hand over the armrest, and I could tell she was already feeling the luxury. The interior was white, soft to the touch, but not delicate. It was built to last, to withstand the size and power of a body like hers. The gold stitching ran in elegant lines down the seams, contrasting beautifully with the pale leather and again matching the tone of her complexion.

“And the dashboard,” I continued, my fingers brushing over the sleek, touchscreen interface embedded into the dash, “it’s completely customizable. Everything here is voice-activated. You’ll never have to lift a finger to adjust the climate, change the music, or even drive. Just say the word, and the Behemoth listens.”

He, still sitting awkwardly on her lap, looked like he wanted to ask a question but didn’t quite know how. I could see his gaze flick between the screens, as if trying to make sense of it all. Men, more used to the old knobs and dials, often had this reaction. Poor guy, he was probably wondering where he’d even fit into this world, both literally and figuratively.

“And just so you know,” I added with a smirk, “there are different settings for different moods, to adjust the lighting, the music, even the scents from the environmental control unit. If you’re ever in the mood for a softer, more…intimate atmosphere, the cabin can transform with just a word.” I leaned closer and winked at him. “Think of it like a sanctuary for you two. Or maybe, more like a cocoon.”

Melissa’s fingers played with the seat controls, her curiosity piqued as she adjusted the machinations beneath her, the soft hum of machinery responding instantly to her every movement. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, “and so smooth. Everything feels like it was made for me.”

“It really really really was,” I said simply, unable to help the pride that swelled in my chest. This was more than just a car. It was a fortress, a sanctuary, and a statement of power and luxury, perfectly designed for this woman.

Melissa glanced at the screen in front of her, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “And, haha, look at this…” she said, nodding at the display,  “It seems to know me already.” Sure enough, the touchscreen pulsed softly with the message, in a strong, gentle font, deep grey text with hints of a familiar magenta against a white background: Hello, Ms. Monroe. 

“Please, call me Melissa.”

The message faded, reappeared as changed. Hello, Melissa. 

Her hand grazed the surface, almost in awe. “Wow, you’re smart,” she said.  

Thank you. 

I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, it does know you,” I replied, “or, at least, it's beginning to.” Leaning forward slightly into the cabin, my boobs right at his sight-line, I’d heard my accent creeping in more naturally now that I was in the flow of things. “This is our latest AI, the Frea 3.2 System. It’s… well, more than just smart. It wants to be helpful. Think of it as your own personal assistant, always learning, always adapting. You’ll notice it picks up on your habits - what temperature you like, what music you listen to, how you prefer your seat. Even where you like to go and how you get there. It gets to know you, and the more time you spend in it, the better it gets at anticipating what you need. Så intelligent, so intelligent. You just talk, and it learns! It will get smartare over time!”

Melissa’s eyes widened slightly, and Jay, perched nervously on her lap, glanced at the screen as though it might suddenly start talking to him. Again, I had to start learning to control my enthusiasm, and my fucking Swedish.

“Now, it doesn’t speak… yet,” I added quickly, noticing the tension in the little man’s shoulders. “But, Melissa, if you want it to, you can activate voice interaction whenever you’re ready. Right now it communicates mostly through text on the screen or through notifications to your phone.”

“WOW so cool,” Melissa marveled. 

“For sure,” Inga said suddenly. She’d stuck her head in the passenger’s side window, which the AI had lowered for her. Her cleavage rested on the door frame, also drawing his eye. “Elina’s texting you everything you need, links and whatever, to get it set up on your phone.”

Indeed, I saw Elina standing in front of the car, at work on her phone. 

“It’ll keep you updated on maintenance, recommend routes, even suggest a stop if it thinks you’re hungry,” I said, giving Melissa a knowing look. “If you’re away from the car, it can still interact with you through the Valkyrie Motors app. You can ask it to start the vehicle, adjust the temperature, or even send it to pick someone up.”

“For real?” Melissa asked, brows raised in pleasant surprise, “Without me even in it?”

“If that’s what you need, yah yah,” I answered. 

I watched as Melissa shifted, clearly intrigued, her hand moving slowly over the interface. “Like a…virtual assistant?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity, “But, not, like, virtual…it’s a real car.”

“Exactly!” I said, my enthusiasm slipping out as I clasped my hands together. “It’s all about convenience, bekvämlighet, and power. The Frea System is designed to make everything easier for you, no matter where you are. It’s all linked to your phone, so if you leave the Behemoth and need to have it do something, check something for you, or just want it to change a setting before you return, you can do that all remotely.”

Melissa smiled at that, clearly loving the idea of having such control. She ran her hand over the leather, which the AI had warmed to her touch. “It really does feel like it’s alive,” she murmured, as if speaking to the car itself.

I' can be.' 

She giggled at the screen’s message, and I felt a little thrill at her words. There was something deeply satisfying about seeing someone like Melissa Monroe, someone on the verge of - if what they told us is true -  becoming so powerful, recognizing the thought and care we had put into crafting something that felt as responsive and, well, as alive as this Behemoth.

“And that’s just the start,” I continued, my accent slipping more into my words as I relaxed. “The AI can control the interior climate automatically - alltid perfekt temperatur, always the perfect temperature. It adjusts to your mood, your energy levels. If you’re tired, it’ll make the lighting softer, the air warmer. If you’re energized, it’ll keep things cool and bright. It’s about comfort, but also about… connection. You and the Behemoth will learn to work together. It’s designed to… samarbeta,” I added, using the best Swedish word for I could think of for ‘cooperate’.

I smiled as Melissa’s fingers traced the screen, clearly fascinated by the AI’s responsiveness. Her gaze lingered on the message still on the screen, subtly pulsing as if waiting for a response: Hello, Melissa. She glanced at me, her eyes bright with curiosity. “So…how do I make it talk?”

I chuckled softly, appreciating her enthusiasm. “It’s simple. Just press here,” I said, leaning forward slightly and gesturing to a small icon on the corner of the screen. “That activates the voice.”

Melissa’s eyes widened in interest. She pressed the icon, and the screen flickered for a moment. Then, the AI’s voice - feminine, strong, and strangely soothing - filled the cabin. “Good afternoon, Melissa. How may I assist you today?”

Melissa let out a bark of a laugh and I noticed the small flinch from Jay, seated in her lap. He wasn’t bothered by her reaction, but rather by something in the AI’s voice. He blinked, his brow furrowing slightly, as if something about the voice triggered a familiarity he couldn’t quite place. His small hands gripped the hem of Melissa’s sweater again, and I saw his eyes flicker between the screen and her big right hand, now on the steering wheel. His confusion was not well hidden.

Melissa let out a lighthearted laugh, shaking her head. “Listen to that! It’s sounds like it’s trying to be my mother!” she joked, the humor in her voice unmistakable. Something crossed her face for the briefest moment, as if she was struggling with deeper thoughts. “Can I change that? Change the voice?” she asked. 

“Certainly,” the AI responded, in the same cool, strong, certainly mature tone. 

“I want it to sound different,” she said, clearly a touch uncomfortable, “I dunno, less like…that. More like…me.”

I hesitated for just a beat, my smile faltering for the tiniest second before I masked it. Såklart, självklart, I thought. Of course, the AI’s initial voice model had been carefully chosen, customized for this vehicle and adapted specifically at the request of Evolution Pharmaceuticals. That was something we were told she didn’t need to know, but had maybe just figured out already. “Absolutely, Melissa,” I said smoothly, brushing away the momentary flash of discomfort. “All you have to do is say, ‘Update voice to match my own.’ It’ll take a little time for her to learn, but eventually… she’ll sound just like you.”

With a grin, Melissa followed my instruction. “Update voice to match my own.”

The AI’s response was immediate. “Voice update initiated. Please speak to me as you normally would, Melissa.” The voice had already started to change, become more neutral. 

Melissa raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I’m Melissa Monroe, and I want you to sound more like me.” Her smile crooked further, as the AI waited, still listening. She played along. “More like big, smart, best-girlfriend-in-the-world ME..!”

There was a brief pause, and then the voice returned, slightly altered. It was still feminine, but it had descended into a more mechanical tone than before - less natural but now unmistakably leaning toward Melissa’s speech. “Voice update in progress, Melissa.”

The sound made Jay visibly stiffen in her lap. He shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting between the dashboard and the window, as if the very idea of a car speaking like Melissa unsettled him. I could feel a flicker of amusement dance up my spine. Stackars liten…poor thing, I thought. He wasn’t used to this level of advanced technology. Melissa, though? She looked absolutely thrilled.

“Please wait,” the AI said, strange tonal shifts happening in its voice. 

“Oooh, it’s a little weird right now,” Melissa said with a giggle, “but I think I love it!”

“It will keep listening to you, learning,” I offered.

 “Ooo okay I can’t wait to teach it!” she squealed, then began saying short, simple, over-enunciated words to the AI: “dog”, “cat”, “baby”. 

I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud, my hands clasping together as I continued to watch her interact with the Behemoth’s AI. Did she not know how hard it was to not get caught up in her enthusiasm? She was nothing if not an ardent customer. “It’ll get better better better with time, trust me,” I said, my voice light and reassuring. “It’ll learn your speech patterns, adapt to the way you like things. You shouldn’t have to do too much. Eventually, it’ll feel just like having…well, another version of you around.”

“Jay, isn’t it so cool? Now you’ll have two of us!” she giggled, squeezing the man into her big bosom and wiggling herself into him.

The poor doctor swallowed, giving a faint smile, but I could see the discomfort written all over him. “Just one of you is a lot,” he joked, the first peep we’d heard out of him in a while. 

He might have been small, and he might have been joking, but it sounded like even he could recognize what was happening: Melissa’s power, her presence was taking over everything now. Even her car would learn to reflect her. And, I knew, with advanced machine-learning of Frea 3.2, there soon might not be much of a difference between the real Melissa and the digital version. If she put it on his phone - which I’m sure Elina is suggesting to her right now, through text - it could follow him wherever he went.

Melissa grinned, looking completely enthralled by the possibilities. He,on the other hand, looked like he was still trying to wrap his head around having one of her, let alone two.

Suddenly, the AI spoke up. I had noticed, through the changing graphics on the dashboard, that it had heard the male voice. “Melissa, I see there is a small person on your lap,” it began. It’s voice was already sounding more human again, younger and more animated than it had before, “Is that your child?”

I had to catch myself in a laugh, across the cabin Inga broke into a giggle that jiggled her chest, and Melissa absolutely snorted. Her boyfriend jolted upright and his jaw dropped open to speak, but he was interrupted before he could get out even a word:

“ha ha yes! Yes, car-computer lady!!” she spoke out, probably more loudly than was necessary, “This is my little boy!”

“I understand. What is his name?”

He tried to speak up again. “My name is Jay J-“

“You can call him JJ!” Melissa interrupted again.

“Hello, Jay-Jay,” the custom Frea 3.2 system answered, its voice already dropping to a cadence one might use with a child, “It is nice to meet you.” As the AI’s speech was mirrored by written text across the dashboard, I could see that the AI interpreted the name as  just that: not as his initials, but as the more childish ‘Jay-Jay’. 

That’s rich, I thought.

Melissa was laughing again, amused beyond words at his consternation - his face was red - and her little joke, and I could also see that the system was analyzing and remembering her laugh. It was also probably watching and scrutinizing both of their facial expressions.

“You two are going to have a lot of fun with your new friend here, I think,” Inga giggled, again sending ripples through her big boobs. Honestly, I think they’re bigger this week than last.

Melissa’s hand lingered over the steering wheel, which was oversized and could scale up as needed, her eyes bright with wonder. “This is… incredible,” she whispered, marveling at the entire vehicle. She gave her man a little squeeze, a grin spreading across her face. “Jay, we’re never going to want to leave this thing.”

She, our customer, delighted in every other new detail I or Inga listed off to her. He, for his part, didn’t seem quite as thrilled, staying quiet but trying to maintain a small, tight smile. His fidgeting in Melissa’s lap didn’t go unnoticed by me. Every time her massive hands shifted around his small body, or she casually leaned in to adjust his sweater, his eyes flicked nervously to the divider behind them, the opaque glass keeping whatever was hidden back there  out of view. He was clearly on edge, sensitive, like a rabbit caught in the shadow of a hawk, though he was trying hard to keep up appearances for her sake. The contrast between them was almost too much to take in. I’d never seen a man look so fragile next to his girlfriend, or whatever Melissa was to him - there was almost something more maternal than just plain romantic about the way she cradled him.

I, myself, couldn’t wait for the next reveal, to show them what was behind the glass partition. But for now, I let Melissa revel in the moment, knowing she was just beginning to see what this machine - and Valkyrie Motors - could do. And to think - this was just the tip of the isberg. This company would soon be capable of so much more. 

After a bit, a bit of getting to know Melissa a little better and understand the dynamic between these two, I leaned slightly forward. He was still clearly nervous. I caught his darting gaze, my curiosity piqued. “Everything alright, Jay-Jay?” I teased lightly, still amused by the AI’s earlier confusion….and his new name around here.

He gave a shaky nod, but his eyes kept glancing back to the frosted glass partition that separated the front cabin from the rear. I could practically see the question forming on his lips, though he hesitated to ask it.

Melissa, catching on, gave him a soft nudge with her right boob. “Jay, honey, what’s wrong?”

He swallowed, his voice small but steady enough. “That divider…” he said, nodding toward the opaque glass. “What’s back there? Why can’t we see the back seat?”

His nervousness was endearing. Poor thing. He was probably wondering what else Valkyrie Motors could pull off if they had created a vehicle this advanced.

I grinned, unable to resist the moment. “Oh, that?” I waved my hand casually, as if it were no big deal. “Just a little surprise surprise surprise, Dr. Vulni.” That was another great nickname, just as endearing, to be honest. “Nothing to worry about. All in good time.”

His face paled slightly at that, and I felt a little tingle of satisfaction run down my spine. Sensing his discomfort gave me a strange sort of thrill. Was it so wrong to enjoy seeing a man so… contained? So skittish and timid? I was getting a sense, from both today and with the dealings I’d had with the benefactors behind this incredibly expensive custom vehicle, that this wasn’t just any man. This was a man not just being (mostly) willingly enveloped by the very future Valkyrie Motors stood for, but possibly playing a key role in making it happen - though maybe even less willingly. Still, though, he was fun to play with.

Melissa, for her part, seemed completely unbothered by the suspense of what was behind that window, her hand stroking Jay’s back in long, reassuring strokes. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” she murmured into his ear, flashing me a grin. “You’ll love it. Right, Sigrid?”

I gave a nod, my smirk growing wider. “Oh, yes yes yes. It’s something special,” I said with a touch of mystery in my now very-Swedish sounding voice. My gaze flickered briefly to the divider again, and I could already picture the look on his face when the time came for the next reveal. Okay, that’s it,  I decided, I can’t wait any longer.

“Are you guys ready to see what’s in back?”

Okay, now…this is going to be fun.

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