Growing into the Job, Post 488: Lunch Meeting, p6

“Okay just one more strap from this harness…” she said, “and you’ll be all set for your ride home.”

Melissa had, just moments ago - quickly, confidently and with the determination of a young mom on a mission - swept me out of the restaurant where we’d just had a meal, signed our new contracts and, uh…she’d somehow grown several inches, and I’d shrunk the same. I was still trying to wrap my head around that part; Melissa seemed to take it all in blissful stride. She was more concerned for me than herself, at any rate.

“You don’t think I’d make you walk out all on your own after all that just happened, do you?” she’d purred to me after her hands encircled my tiny torso and she lifted me off the table upon which she’d just sat on me, picking me up as though I weighed nothing. My feet had dangled helplessly, showing the world my sodden pants - wet from the spilled water and, uh, what had happened before that. Before I could even get too embarrassed, though, my flushed, sweaty face was pressed against the soft fabric of her chest as she scooped me up into her arms, right there in front of everyone, and took me into a cradle. “After how small and helpless you’ve gotten I just might have to carry you everywhere!”

The crowd had murmured in stunned bedazzlement as they watched this gorgeous, towering brunette bombshell finally settle me on her hip and carry me out of the restaurant, but hopefully they couldn’t hear the little encouragements she spoke down to me the whole time. Still, I was flush with humiliation. “Shhhh don’t fret, don’t be embarrassed,” she’d told me, “Why shouldn’t they all see how much I care for my little man, like the precious little thing you are?” She hugged me tighter to herself, and gave a big, dazzling smile for a photo, “In fact, I bet a lot of them are so jealous…”

Randi had tagged along behind us, having gathered our papers and Melissa’s purse and shoes. She seemed to be handing out business cards or something to other patrons that had stopped to ask her questions. Once outside, among the diners eating at the sidewalk tables on this weirdly warm Sunday in November, the two girls exchanged goodbyes; I even got a kiss on the head from Randi. “Have a nice afternoon, Squirt. I’m sure you two will keep yourselves busy,” she told me, a knowing glint in her eyes, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Congrats on the new gig, Missy.”

To that, Melissa had beamed, and gushed in proud thanks. Randi went on her way, as did we. When we approached the car, parked on the street outside, it seemed to know we were there, and that Melissa had her hands full. The back door opened. 

“Wait my car’s here…” I began, figuring she’d want to let me down. We’d need to unplug my newly reconfigured little coupe from her XX Behemoth and-

“You don’t actually think it’s safe for you to drive like this, do you sweetie?” she’d exclaimed, as if incredulous at my implied suggestion, “What if you start shrinking again? Hm? No - I need to keep my eye on you! Get you home safe. Your car can just follow mine.”

Smoothly, cradling me with just one strong arm, Melissa had stooped to unplug the charging cable from the nose of my car and let it retract smoothly back into the shapely rear of hers. I’d tried some small complaints but they were just that - small. I don’t think she even heard me, until I spoke up more boldly when I realized she was going to put me in the back seat…and into that thing. At first,I didn’t know exactly what I was looking at. It didn’t necessarily look like anything special -  just a normal rear bucket seat with a slightly higher cushion…quite a bit higher. But as soon as the door had opened, I think when the AI sensed me, part of the seat elevated and raised up, the sides curling in automatically until it looked almost exactly like a- 

“It’s not a baby seat, Jay,” she’d insisted, when I’d blurted something in what sounded like a yelp. I squirmed in her arms but she was already adjusting her hold on me to better direct me into the Behemoth’s new back seat receptacle, “It’s just a specially made spot for, like, smaller passengers.” I’d not seen this part of the car before; when we’d seen the interior at the showroom yesterday the back berth was set up to accommodate my car, a vast interior space that required the back seats be lowered. Now, the back seats were here, and one of them had a - let’s call it what it was - a baby seat. White leather, like the rest of the interior, it seemed an integrated part of the design, like it could raise up out of the back bucket seat automatically. It was, obviously, already readied for me. Had that been the car planning that, or Melissa?

“I was nervous about letting you ride in the front seat yesterday,” Melissa continued on, easily overcoming my feeble struggles to resist being placed into the back seat, into the child’s spot, “but now? Look at you. No more front seat driving for this little man.”

My consternations were, I admit, pretty vehement - I don’t need to ride in a baby seat!! - but in the end pointless. Melissa had her mind made up and it looked like I was not only going to be forced to endure the public humiliation of a demotion, a shameful orgasm and a fucking shrinking, but I was also now going to be put in the back seat and driven home by my barefoot mother-goddess of a girlfriend in a goddamn baby seat.

“Oh shush it’s more like a booster seat,” she continued to placate, as my complaints raged on, “so far.”

She’d plunked me down into the plush leather car chair without too much ceremony, and was now buckling me in carefully. To be fair, this wasn’t, really, just a baby seat. It seemed more built for a kid. Someone not big enough for the front seat, but someone, like, uh…

I couldn’t help but notice how smoothly the seat automatically adjusted itself to my size as soon as Melissa sat me down. The white leather seemed to shift subtly beneath me, contouring to my smaller frame. It felt snug, enveloping me in a way that was disarmingly comfortable. This wasn’t just some generic child’s seat; it was something much more sophisticated. I remembered the weirdly advanced AI integrated into this vehicle, and felt that it was already at work.

It was Melissa, though, that leaned in close, her fingers deftly guiding the harness straps over my shoulders. "See?" she cooed, tugging them snug against my chest with a gentle click. Her body filled the doorway, her shadow completely covering me. "It’s not so bad, is it? Just a nice, cozy seat for my precious little passenger."

The straps next adjusted themselves automatically, pulling to just the right tension, not too tight, not too loose. I felt the soft padding of the harness settle against me, almost as if the seat were alive, responding to my body in real-time. It even seemed to give a little reassuring hum, like a quiet purr, when the final strap clicked into place.

“What is this thing?” I muttered, looking down at the gleaming white harness that held me securely. I had apparently capitulated, and basically stopped arguing my case against being put here.

“Yeah, you didn’t get to see this when we picked Big Mama up yesterday,” Melissa said, her voice dripping with pride. She’d crouched, so that her face was level with mine, her eyes sparkling. “This new type of car seat is so cool. It’s designed for safety, comfort, and, like…” She paused, her lips curling into a strange little smile, “...control.”

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore how her words made my stomach flutter.

“The car knows exactly how to use the seat to keep you safe,” she continued, patting the headrest behind me. “See how it fits you perfectly? It’s reading your size, your weight…everything. And it adjusts automatically. Isn’t that amazing?”

‘Amazing’ wasn’t quite the word I’d have chosen. The seat was undeniably impressive, but the way it molded around me, holding me snugly like some high-tech cocoon, only emphasized how small I’d become…and at its mercy I felt. The padding cradled me with a maternal softness, the leather warm against my skin, as if it had been preheated to match human body temperature. The harness straps, while secure, didn’t bite or pinch; they held me in place with a firm but gentle embrace. I had to admit - it was probably the most comfortable seat I’d ever sat in, if I could ignore the crippling sense of humiliation.

Which, really, I couldn’t.

Melissa brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, her golden-green eyes glittering with amusement as she watched me squirm, both back into the seat and against its restraints. “You know,” she mused, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin, “this seat was designed for kids, but I think it suits you perfectly, little man. Don’t you agree?”

“I don’t,” I grumbled, both at her teasing question and her ‘little man’ jab. The warmth of the seat, though, and the strong scent of Melissa’s perfume that lingered in the air were doing their best to lull me into a strange sense of comfort.

Melissa giggled, apparently amused at my consternation, and leaned in closer. Her eyes were right in front of mine, and - though her mouth did not move - I somehow heard her voice.

“I think you’ll come to love it, Jay-Jay,” her voice said, strangely flat and calm, “After all, I’m keeping you safe. And it means I get to take care of you, just the way you need.”

That wasn’t Melissa talking, I thought with a bewildered, deep-seated horror, that was the car. The AI through the speakers. It sounds just like her.

She giggled again, and tittered in glee. “See! We’re all looking out for you!” she laughed, tickled pink by my reaction. “On my ride over here she and I had a nice conversation. We talked all about you. She had lots of questions.”

“Yes,” the AI offered, “Melissa has prepared me to help care for you as you become smaller. She is quite a wonderful mother figure for you, Jay-Jay.”

I, suddenly, couldn’t meet Melissa’s gaze, my cheeks burning as her…I mean its…words sank in and I struggled to wrap my head around what was happening to me and to my life. Melissa, meanwhile, admired her handiwork with the harnesses with a satisfied grin before giving the straps another playful tug, purposefully pressing her big, soft breasts into my right side.

“We’ll make sure the straps are snug but not too tight, just enough to keep you secure,” she told me, finishing with the straps and backing off a few inches, “All buckled in and ready to go!” She paused again to look at me, so proud. “Doesn’t my little man look adorable?”

“He does, Melissa,” came the AI’s voice. It sounded so, so, so much like her.

I groaned, leaning my head back against the padded headrest, and shut my eyes in defeat. The seat was a marvel of engineering, sure, but I realized it was also a symbol of my new reality - snug, restrained, and completely under Melissa’s control. It was, goddamnit, the softest, most comfortable place in the world. If it weren’t for the wetness of my pants - which, honestly, was making me a little chilly - I’d feel like I was in the absolute lap of luxury.

“There we go, baby, that’s okay, you can close your eyes, just rest. Mommy’s got you,” came Melissa’s voice (at least I think it was hers), as I felt her pet my forehead tenderly, “You’re safe now.”

“P-please…with the ‘Mommy’ stuff…?” I pleaded, from behind closed eyes and not without a bit of angst. It was, admittedly, darkly thrilling but - Out in public? Do we need to? Yes, we were ostensibly in the privacy of her car, but there still might be curious ears, eyes and cameras outside. People seemed pretty intrigued by us, by little me and my giant knockout of a girlfriend. They’d just had quite the show in the restaurant, what with her sitting the weight of herself on my back and making me all but disappear under her enormous rear end. There didn’t, I felt, need to be any more fuel added to the fire of her celebrity or the spectacle of our relationship, at least not this afternoon.

“I’m sorry I had to do that, embarrass you in front of everyone by sitting on you,” she now told me, once again seeming to know exactly what I was thinking, “but maybe that’ll teach you to never, ever talk about leaving again.”

I flushed, sitting there strapped into my car seat. Yes, I had threatened that, hadn’t I? When I didn’t like the sound of my new job? I stammered out a weak apology, remembering how sick I felt when I’d actually considered the idea. “I’m a-sorry…I didn’t really think through what I was saying…”

“Okay, yes,” she agreed, accepting my admitted regrets. Her voice had taken on a new, more serious tone. “I don’t want you to even ever think about it, leaving me, leaving Far Horizons, leaving your new family…”

I swear I felt the seat’s harnesses pull me in tighter.

“...do you understand?” This was approaching a scolding.

“Y-y-yes,” I consented. Really, what else was I going to do?

She nodded, satisfied by my contrition. She had more to say, though, leaned into me there in the close confines of the Behemoth. ”So, Jay, I’d given a lot of thought toward what I'd do and say at this meeting, today over lunch,” Melissa now said, stepping back just a bit so she could - ostensibly - address me more deliberately. The effect she was looking for though, of course, since she was still leaning over me, was just to present me with an up-close view of her remarkably huge bosom in her v-neck t-shirt, one soft and frilly pink. The deep, dark cavern of her cleavage and bulge of her beautiful breasts - skin perfect and tanned and with the subtle hint of veins below - would certainly ensure I stay entirely focused on her and what she was saying. My eyes, certainly, goggled.

Satisfied that she had my full attention, she continued. “I had a whole speech planned out about us, our new lives, you and me living and working together, how I’d take care of you, look after you at home and at work,” she said, subtly adjusting the fit of her top over the swell of her immense breasts, “But it all, like, went out the window when you said you might not want to work with me. That’s when Crazy Missy took over.” She paused for a moment, and I watched her breath go in and out, her lungs swell up and down, her bigger boobs bulge and balloon over an over-stretched neckline with each inhale, and recede on exhale. My god that’s an amazing sight. “You’re lucky she didn’t do anything, well…crazy.”

‘Didn’t do anything crazy?’ For real? You, uh, sat on me in a restaurant.

“And then I saw you shrink right in front of me,” she continued on, and the change in the air was something I recognized. She was getting excited again, and it was getting me excited too. “I wanted you so bad right then. I was this close to bringing you to the bathroom and ripping off your pants.” She bit her lower lip now, and her eyes sank like daggers deeper into me. “Watching you get smaller, right in front of me, after signing that contract that makes you so, so…inferior to me?“

Nnngh yes. “D-did you like that?” I heard myself asking, softly, tentative as a mouse. 

“Are you serious?” she answered, chest pushing forward towards me in new excitement, “It drove me wild.” 

Oh my god her breasts look so much bigger. She’s showing them off. My pants were wet, clammy, but that couldn’t stop what was happening.

“M-Melissa stop…please,” I started. I was getting erect again. “t-there are people out there.” She knew what she was doing to me. 

“Oh shush there’s no one watching,” she said, though the assurances rang a bit hollow, “and if there were, would you want them to see you in these messy pants?”

In an instant, one that took the air from my lungs in a gasp, she’d grabbed my hips and my khakis were off. I had myself in a pair of boxer briefs - also wet - which had held my hideously enormous erection down my right thigh. They only lasted a moment.

“M-Melissa..!” I blurted, though groaning at the feel of myself - now stiff as a board, a boner that was now a sixth of my total height - swaggling in the air above me. 

“G-d you’re so turned on!!” she exclaimed, trying - I think - to keep the volume down just a little bit, “Oh, my little man - did you like that too? Shrinking in front of us??”

“M-M-Melissa w-w-wai-….”  Yes. 

“Oh, Jay. We can keep making you feel small. Smaller and smaller and smaller, if that's what you want," she offered, voice throbbing with lurid promise. “I’d love to do that…”

“n-no, Melissa…please…” Yes, Melissa…please. 

She didn’t believe a word coming out of my mouth. She doesn’t need to. She can read my mind.

“Here, THIS should make you feel small-” she suddenly announced, jutting her torso in closer and inflating her massive chest in front of me with the deepest of breaths. My eyes goggled as her breasts suddenly swelled to fill my vision, stretching her thin pink shirt to within an inch of its life. 

”I’m so much bigger now than I was just an hour ago,” she said, “Signing that new contract really did something for me. It gave me more power at work, it gave me so much more money. But I wish I grew even bigger.”

“oh god yes Melissa…” What the fuck was I doing??

“Yeah you like seeing me grow, don’t you? Oh, Jay, I’ll do it for you. You wanna know how big I wanna get?” 

As she spoke, I felt a now-familiar heat building all around me, and my cock was now absolutely throbbing.

“Big enough that no one ever, ever has the thought that they can tell me what to do. I don’t need people ‘looking out for me,’ I don’t need people ‘taking care of me.’ I don’t want people using me any more. What I want, the only thing I need, is to get bigger. Bigger. Bigger. BIGGER. Then I’ll really be the BOSS.”

“yes Melissa I w-want you to be the boss..!” Caution, dear reader, had been thrown to the wind - my cock was doing the talking. 

She felt me looking up to face her but she couldn’t see me now thanks to her own breasts. Knowing that meant I was looking at the underside of her breasts made her grin. They were two mountains of feminine power that controlled my attention with ease, and she wanted them to do just that.

“Jay, tell me, don´t you agree that I´m more imposing and effective as a boss now that Im this tall?” 

Despite myself, I nodded. “Yes, y-y-you…this size gives you such… power.” I absolutely quivered as I spoke.

“Really? Tell me more...”

I knew what she wanted me to say. “New job, more money…so much more than me. You’ll…you’ll be able to p-p-provide for us…for m-me…”

“Yes, honey, good, yes. I will get you anything you want. All you need to do is say ‘please mommy. Can you do that? Hm?”

“Y-yes…”

“Then go on, say ‘please Mommy’...tell me what you want…c’mon baby…”

 ‘Please, mommy,” I groaned, I’m so hard…”

“There you go, good boy…” she said, “Now, I’m going to jerk you off as you look at my cleavage, okay?”

I whined. I knew the car was watching. 

“Aww, sweetie, what’s wrong? Do you have that adorable little mind of yours spinning over something you think is important, hm? Is it about my new contract? Or maybe you’re still blushing over what I did to you at lunch? Honestly, baby, I think you worry too much.”

I groaned when she grabbed it. 

“But if I had to guess… you’re wondering how things are going to change now that I’m stepping into my big girl shoes. Am I right? Or is it something else? Come on, tell Mommy.”

“M-Melissa…I…I don’t…”

She’d started to stroke. 

“Jay you hired me to take care of things around here, and you can’t tell me that you’re not one of those things, can you?”

“N-no,” I breathed, feeling intoxicated by her proximity and her physical touch.

“Okay, good,” she continued, “You’re going to...see how much I have to offer. And I have a lot to offer. You’re going to find out who’s really the boss. You’re going to find out real…fast.”

“Y-yes..!”

“I wonder if I asked Sheryl for another promotion, I wonder what she’d do? Maybe she’d actually make me your real boss…make you my assistant <giggle!>”

“Oh my god she would…”

 "If I was in charge of you, if you had to answer to me and only me,” she mused, “I would treat you like a child. Would you like that? Maybe you always fantasized about yourself as a little man, but did you ever imagine having such a big, successful girlfriend as your boss, one that could take such good care of you?”

“n-no…I…I never imagined…”

“Now, is there anything you’d like to ask mommy for?”

“Please make me come!”

“Please what, sweetie?”

“Please….please…”

“Please what, little man?”

“PLEASE MOMMY! Please make me come Mommy!!”

…

…oh my god the mess…

…

<giggles>“How was it?”

The car was still watching.

“M-Melisss that was incredible…” I was wilting, sinking, fading. 

“Okay good,” she smiled, “I expect a report on my desk Monday morning...”

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lack of images these day - yes. But longer posts. Hope we're all on board with that as our story becomes more a story-story.