Original Author: jimhiggins
You ponder the options for just a short moment. While the thought of your new maid growing even larger is rather intriguing, her already more than impressive stature is equally intimidating, and quite superfluous. She's literally the only thing you have left that needs cleaning and maintenance now, so why would she need to be any bigger at all? It's not as though you have other homes, office buildings, or extensive tracts of land that require the attention of an enormous housekeeper or landscaper. Additionally, the speed with which she incorporates materials into improving herself seems to multiply exponentially the larger she grows – who knows how big she may become after another of her "development by cleaning" sessions. You already feel that it will take a little time to grow accustomed to a one thousand foot tall pretty mechanical servant, particularly when she herself is now your new living quarters.
That in itself seems like the far more interesting prospect at present, and your curiosity grows the more you consider the possible layout of your new home.
"Actually," you drawl as you slowly look back and forth between your new front door and your maid's face, looming a couple hundred feet overhead, "I think I'd like to look around... inside... for a little while." You swallow, realizing in embarrassment what such a statement might sound like when talking to a girl regardless of her size, especially concerning her body. Even if she is a robot maid, her features still seem far too realistic... apart from the warmly lit porch jutting out of her midsection.
She nods. "As you wish, Master. Please, come inside."
You blush again at the wording, then grip her glove tightly as she gently moves her hand closer to the front door, stopping again when the entrance is about ten feet away. Shakily, you rise to your feet and take a few tentative steps forward. But apart from the surprising amount of cushion and suppleness in her synthetic flesh, even accounting for the glove, her palm is rock steady and doesn't feel any different from walking across soil. By the time you step before the door and reach for the knob, you can almost imagine yourself simply returning to your house from a very long day.
Well, so long as you keep your attention focused entirely on the door, something that's extremely hard to do when you're walking across the palm of an enormous robotic maid held hundreds of feet in the air. Swallowing, and with an air of cautious anticipation, you turn the knob and pull.
What lies beyond is a remarkably decorated foyer about twenty feet square, complete with wood panel floors, a few decorative lamps secured to the cream-colored metallic walls, and even a few... windows? Flabbergasted, you step toward one of the rectangular depressions in the wall. As you get closer, you realize that it actually contains a monitor that's reproducing the view as if you were actually looking from a window over 500 feet above ground level. It's actually quite remarkable.
Suddenly, the image flickers and is replaced with a three dimensional rendering of your maid from the waist up. The digital avatar bows her head. "Welcome to your home, Master." The sound seems to permeate your entire being, and you notice that there are dozens of embedded speakers at various locations in the ceiling and walls. You're very impressed. This will at least allow your maid to communicate with you without having to direct her mouth toward her midsection. That would look rather bizarre, if strangely arousing – a giant girl speaking to her own belly and bosom as they could hear and respond.
You turn back to the monitor and make eye contact with the avatar. "Well, I guess... I'm home. So... how about some kind of tour?"
The avatar bows again. "As you wish, Master. Would you like me to draw up a schematic of my body on this monitor for you, or would you prefer to physically explore within me instead?"
Good grief, half the things she says now have extremely suggestive connotations. Privately, you wonder if she's wording her statements that way on purpose.
Working some moisture into your mouth, you respond, "I think I'll take a look around myself."
"Very well, Master. If you will come to the back of the foyer, I shall explain the current layout of your new residence." The avatar bows one last time before flickering out of existence, only to be replaced by the elevated view of the countryside.
Taking one last look at the scenery and around the foyer, you turn and head to the large door on the other end of the room. Unlike the front door, which resembles your old entrance and turns on hinges, this door looks like a leftover prop from Star Trek, a souped-up elevator door. As you draw near, the door parts, sliding open and bidding you onward. You step across the threshold into a curving hallway with light tan carpeting and the same cream-colored walls.
"This level contains two gathering rooms and a restroom," your maid comments, the sound again coming from speakers in the ceiling, and you glance down the hall. Along the outer wall to your left and right, you see a couple other doors, presumably leading to rooms similar in size to the foyer. "This will provide you with ample space, Master, should you desire to invite guests into your home."
You wonder briefly about how to phrase such an invitation, before deciding that it would still sound rather suggestive.
Directly across from you is another set of double doors, but these legitimately resemble an elevator entrance, as evidenced by the lighted display above showing where the lift is currently stationed. The doors suddenly part, revealing a fairly sizable elevator compartment. "The kitchen, bedrooms, and master bathroom can be found on other levels. The observatory and master control room may also be reached from here."
Observatory? Master control room?
"Ah. Well, I guess I can take a look at the other stuff later... I'd kind of like to see the observatory."
"As you wish, Master. Please step into the lift."
Suiting actions to words, you enter the small room. A lighted display blinks to life to your left, showing a rather detailed representation of your maid. A small red dot is currently glowing at her midsection, obviously highlighting your current location. To the right of the figure is a series of words describing the various levels – Lobby, Kitchen, and Bedroom floors are located around her waist; the Observatory and Master Control Room are situated higher up, near her chest. The Observatory level suddenly blinks green, and you feel the elevator rise beneath your feet, carrying you upward.
After twenty seconds on the smoothest lift you've ever ridden, you find yourself in a rather spacious room that encircles the elevator shaft. The donut-shaped space is nearly 50 feet in diameter, with a ceiling rising 15 feet above your head. A few couches and low-standing tables occupy the carpeted floor space, arranged in small groups and generally pointed away from the entrance. The reason is obvious – the entire outer wall is comprised of a near seamless screen, currently showing an unobstructed view of the surrounding landscape.
Awed by the grandeur, you step closer to the wall, noting with ill-concealed astonishment that the view even seems to shift based upon your position in the room. It's as if you are honestly looking through a glass window, instead of a manipulated video display with an additional twenty feet or so of robotic body separating you from the true outdoors. The effect is mind-boggling... and incredibly breathtaking.
"This is the observatory, Master. Here you may relax and enjoy the view. Or..." One large section of screen fades to black before displaying a handful of iconic logos, all of them quite familiar. "...you may also select a movie to watch or an electronic game to play. My internal processors are well equipped to upscale any video to properly display on the high resolution of these screens. And I can most certainly serve any food or drink you desire while you rest here."
You collapse into an extremely plushy couch, the sheer incredibility of this entertainment setup boggling your mind. You stare at the various logos for a few long moments, desperately trying to collect yourself again, before the screen brightens to white, against which a 9 foot representation of your maid appears.
She inclines her head, again looking far too humanistic. "Well, Master? Is it to your liking so far?"
You slowly nod your head. "Yeah... it's incredible."
She smiles again and bows. "Thank you, Master. I only aim to please." Her face once again impassive, she asks, "Do you wish to continue your tour?"
You consider for a moment. While examining the gathering rooms and your bedroom might be intriguing prospects, right now you feel like exploring the possibilities of this incredible observatory instead. Casting a quick glance at the screens still showing the outside world, you lock eyes with your maid's avatar and offer a grin, the first true smile you've shown since opening the mysterious package earlier that day. "Not right now. Actually, I'm thinking it's time for a road trip..."
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