The New Hire
Chapter 1

My name is Jackson, and this is my story. It's really a warning for those of you who search the internet looking for giantess and foot fetish sites. What you might silently wish for may come true, at least it did in a major way for me, unexpectantly. It all started innocently one Friday night, back in April of 2002. I was cruising the net, checking out all of my favorite giantess sites when I heard a 'ding', and noticed the familiar 'you've got mail' pop up. I ignored it, and kept cruising through Ogilthorpe's new update, which, I might add was totally awesome! After awhile, I received another annoying message. Ding, you've got mail. Pissed, I reluctantly checked my messages. To my surprise was an advertisement for a job posting. It read simply:

Jenny Choo International, Inc.

'A major manufacturer and distributor of quality ladies shoes is seeking active, fit, and highly motivated male candidates for Product Development and Marketing Positions in our International and Domestic Operations. Must enjoy travel, and must be willing to work well under extreme pressure. This is a terrific career opportunity for the right candidate. We offer a competitive salary, with many benefits. Please email your resume to: jennychoo.com'

I stared at the ad, and thought, what the hell. After a moment, I decided to respond. What the hell. They are probably looking for a corporate type, and I fit that bill. I was a college grad, and knew the corporate mentality, and after all, I did know the business game. But first I searched on the net for the Jenny Choo site, and what I found amazed me. It was the most cool shoe fetish web site, with page after page of beautiful women wearing beautiful high heeled shoes! I thought to myself, what a neat place to work for a guy who was into women's shoes and feet. So I drafted a professional cover letter and resume, and sent it off. I had no idea that it would generate any kind of a response, but lo and behold it did. Two days later I was invited to downtown Los Angeles for an interview with a Ms. Shelly Wong. I was instructed to wear casual attire, and to be prepared to stay for a lengthy period of time, since I would be required to take a prolonged physical exam for the international aspect of the position. My interview was scheduled for 1:00 PM sharp on Tuesday.

I parked my car in the underground structure of the Jenny Choo International building in downtown LA at 12:00 PM. After all, I never liked to be late for appointments. I looked around the area, and noticed alot of expensive cars. Jaguars, Mercedes Benz, and BMW's seemed to predominate the array of vehicles slated for private parking. Well, that didn't seem too odd, since most of the facility was occupied by the Bank of Hong Kong. I walked into the lobby on the tenth floor, and gave my name to the pretty oriental receptionist. 'I have a 1:00 PM appointment with Ms. Wong, and I'm a few minutes early.' I said assertively. The pretty girl smiled, and said 'she is expecting you, Mr. Jackson. Please have a seat in the lobby, and I'll let her know that you are here.' I took a seat in the waiting foyer, and idylly wondered how this interview would go. It was a long shot, and I had no expectation that it would develop into a job.

As I waited I casually glanced over to the young girl sitting at the reception desk. She was extremely attractive, I thought to myself, and she wore some nice black high heeled shoes on her feet. I had a habit of looking at pretty girls in high heeled shoes, and as I stared at this girl she began to dangle the pump on her right foot, as if to give me a show. She almost seemed to do it intentionally, and I quickly moved my glance at the flower arrangement on the table in front of me. When I glanced back in her direction, I noticed that she was on the telephone. She was still dangling the shoe on her foot, and when our eyes met she just smiled and winked directly at me. I immediately became embarassed, and turned my gaze away from her. In a moment she sang out my name. 'Ms. Wong will see you now, Mr. Jackson.' she said. 'Down the hall, third door on your right.' As I walked by the receptionist, she smiled cheerfully at me. 'I truley hope that you get the position you are searching for, Mr. Jackson.' I thanked her, and walked on towards Ms. Wong's office. Interesting comment from a receptionist, I thought. That was when I got my first indication that something was amiss with this job.

Ms. Shelly Wong, director of human resources, was also an exceptionally beautiful oriental woman. She appeared to be about mid forties in age, and adorning her feet were the most exquisite pair of platform sandals that I had ever layed eyes on. As I sat down in the leather chair in front of her it was hard not to stare down at her beautiful shoes. Her toenails gleamed a brilliant shade of crimson red, and of course, her platforms were the Jenny Choo brand. I was really starting to hope that I would land this job. Ms. Wong discussed the position briefly with me, and as she spoke she rose from her chair, walked casually over to the door of her office and closed it, almost as if she was trying to catch me looking at her feet. And in fact, I was. 'You see, Mr. Jackson, our company is composed primarily of women. We need the input of a few men in our research and development group to help us design and market a new line of women's footware. You're not uncomfortable when in close proximity to a woman's foot are you?' she said, smiling. I gulped, and answered no. 'That's good, since in this position you will be in close contact with the shoes and the feet of the researchers that occupy them. It's part of the R&D. Are you married?' Again, I replied no. Ms. Wong smiled her always present smile, and continued. 'That is also good, since this position will require that you be gone from home for extended periods of time. The person who we recently hired is attached, and he has had a hard time with the internal pressure. We are hoping that you might help fill the shoes that he is occupying.' I smiled inside at the slip in language, and attributed it to the woman being Chinese. She then asked me if I got nervous in confined spaces, and if I ever got motion sickness. Again, I answered no to the comments, perplexed at what they meant. My inner buzzer was telling me that something wasn't right with the questions. I ignored them, especially after the woman's next statements.

'Mr. Jackson, I would like to get very personnal with you. Here at Jenny Choo, we like to employ men who have a fetish for women's feet and shoes. You seem to fit that category.' Ms. Wong opened a file, glanced at it briefly, and then closed it. She then stared at me with that ever present grin of hers. 'Ok, Maam, yes I do like women's feet. I also like most of the shoes that adorn them. When I saw the ad for this job, I couldn't believe it, but here I am. I really do think that I have a keen eye in regards to the popularity and fashion of the shoes that girls wear today. If my 'fetish', as you call it, is a detriment to this job, then I'll leave.' I felt embarrassed. Ms. Wong sensed my feeling, and spoke. 'On the contrary, Mr. Jackson, we think that it is important. It will help you deal with the pressure. There are some men who work for us solely on their physical attributes, and I think that they have a problem with the mental aspect of the job. As far as I am concerned, you're hired, that is if you pass the physical.'

I was elated, and accepted the position, even though I still had no idea what the job entailed. Ms. Wong was extremely vague about the requirements. She got on the intercom, and called in a Ms. Diaz. In a moment, a tall hispanic women in a lab coat entered her office. 'Ah, Maria. Would you please escort our new hire to the lab to run a physical. If he passes the exam, let's complete the bioscan on him today. You don't have a problem starting work right away, do you Mr. Jackson? We're a little behind schedule on our R&D program, and the director, Ms. Chen would like to get started as soon as you are ready.' I didn't see a problem, and agreed. The hispanic woman looked me over, smiled, and said to the human resources manager 'I'll get started right away, Shelly. If you would, please follow me Mr. Jackson.' As I walked behind Ms. Diaz, I couldn't help but notice her gorgeous feet and shoes. I just landed the dream job of my life, or so I thought.

We took the elevator down to a facility in the basement of the building, with no windows and very few doors. The place looked expensive, and kind of out of character for a shoe company. Ms. Diaz led me into a sterile looking room, and asked me to remove all of my clothes. I gave her a somewhat questioning stare, and she laughed and handed me a gown made of paper. 'It's part of the physical, Mr. Jackson. I need to draw blood, take a urine specimen, and do a hair analysis. When you're ready, open the door and I'll proceed. It won't take very long, and if everything checks out, we'll finish with the bioscan. Then you'll be ready to fill your new position!' She smiled warmly, and left the room. I did as I was instructed, and after awhile all of the tests were completed, except for this so called bioscan. I decided not to even ask the pretty Hispanic girl what that was for. Ms. Diaz looked excited when she informed me that all of my tests came out positive. I even tested better than they had expected. She led me to a small room, with a little metal electronic sliding door on one side. The place was solid concrete, except for the door to the so called bioscan chamber. It looked like it was made of lead. On the front was a logo that read simply 'REDUX INDUSTRIES'. 'This won't take very long, Mr. Jackson. If you would, during the procedure keep your eyes shut, as it gets extremely bright. It's like a bunch of flashes going off all at once. You'll feel a little disorientated when I open the door, so let me help you out when the procedure is complete. I'll then deliver you to Ms. Chen to start our new research test!'

I walked into the small chamber and stood in the center of the room. It was very tight inside, smaller than an elevator. I heard the girl giggle as she pushed some buttons on a panel outside. 'Here we go, Mr. Jackson. Close your eyes now. I'll help you out in a few minutes.' I did as she said, and all of a sudden the lead door slamed shut. There was a whirring sound, and even though my eyes were shut, I could sense bright lights flashing all around me. I felt like I was on a fast elevator going downward, and just as Ms. Diaz had said, I felt very light headed and confused. After a moment I heard the lead door open, and for some reason I kept my eyes closed tight. I heard footsteps walking very loudly towards me, and when I opened my eyes I stared in amazement at two huge, pretty feet clad in high heeled sandals, just inches away from my face. Ten toes wiggled in excitement right before my eyes, and I almost fainted in shock at the sight. My giantess fantasy had just become real.

Ms. Diaz spoke in a loud booming voice. 'Welcome aboard Jenny Choo International, Inc., Mr. Jackson. You and Mr. Conner are our new Research and Development Associates. You will simulate what a foot slave will experience inside our new footware fashion designs being developed for release in the near future. The both of you complete a pair, and we can now begin testing all of our new shoe designs. I must say, it has taken quite some time for us to find the right individuals to fit, so to speak. We searched the internet for years to locate the right male subjects with the proper physical attributes. There was no mistake in your selection, and none for the other male subject. Your affinity for women's feet will make it easier for you to adjust to the job. On the other hand, your associate does not share the same likes as you, and his transition has been difficult. He is not what we call a team player in our project! He complains all of the time, and after his first day at work he wanted to quit!' The woman bent down and scooped me into the palm of her hand. I noticed that the paper gown I was wearing was gone, and I was naked. At the moment, I gave it no thought, as I was too shocked to be embarrassed. We entered the elevator and headed to the Research and Development floor of the building, where I was to meet my new manager, Ms. Connie Chen.

The Hispanic woman exited the elevator and walked down the hall to a corner office. She tapped on the door, and then entered the room. From my vantage point in her hand I saw a luxurious office suite overlooking downtown Los Angeles. It was well decorated, and very plush. One wall of the office was constructed like a bookshelf, and each cubby contained a pair of shoes. I figured that there must be over a hundred different kinds on the wall, and some of them looked rather used. On a leather couch at the opposite end of the office sat an attractive oriental woman. She looked like she was relaxing after a hard day, and seemed to be deep in thought as she read a document. Her bare feet were crossed and positioned on a coffee table in front of the couch, and her black spiked high heels sat on the floor next to her. I noticed that she was wearing dark nylons, the kind with the reinforced toe and heel. Ms. Diaz placed me on the table directly in front of her nylon encased feet. 'Here is your new hire, Connie. I think that he will be a perfect fit in our new product line. I can't wait to work with him! Give me a call if you need anything. I'll leave you three alone for awhile, and I'll see you at the meeting later.' Ms. Chen thanked the woman, and as she left she closed the door. I stared in total amazement at the awesome feet just inches away from me. They looked huge, and as I gazed at the toes high above my head I noticed a little man inside the reinforced front section of the woman's right nylon stocking. He was nestled at an angle against her toes, with his face pinned against the flesh of the bottom of her digits. He started begging for the woman to free him, and his weak pleading angered her. 'Mr. Conner, I've had enough of your whinning! I thought that allowing you a breath of fresh air would make you happy, but I can see I was wrong. Time to go back to work. Let's see what your attitude is like at the end of the day!' Ms. Chen picked up her right pump from the floor and placed it back onto her foot, and crossed her legs once again on the coffee table. The man's pitiful begging could no longer be heard once he was enclosed in the shoe. I stared in awe once again at her enormous feet. She wiggled the pump to position the man in a comfortable spot, and then placed her nylon encased bare foot closer to me. I could count the squares of the nylon mesh against her flesh, and smell the odor that emminated from the material. Her sole looked damp from being enclosed in the leather shoe. I wondered what she had planned for my first job assignment.

Continued.
The New Hire
Chapter 1

My name is Jackson, and this is my story. It's really a warning for those of you who search the internet looking for giantess and foot fetish sites. What you might silently wish for may come true, at least it did in a major way for me, unexpectantly. It all started innocently one Friday night, back in April of 2002. I was cruising the net, checking out all of my favorite giantess sites when I heard a 'ding', and noticed the familiar 'you've got mail' pop up. I ignored it, and kept cruising through Ogilthorpe's new update, which, I might add was totally awesome! After awhile, I received another annoying message. Ding, you've got mail. Pissed, I reluctantly checked my messages. To my surprise was an advertisement for a job posting. It read simply:

Jenny Choo International, Inc.

'A major manufacturer and distributor of quality ladies shoes is seeking active, fit, and highly motivated male candidates for Product Development and Marketing Positions in our International and Domestic Operations. Must enjoy travel, and must be willing to work well under extreme pressure. This is a terrific career opportunity for the right candidate. We offer a competitive salary, with many benefits. Please email your resume to: jennychoo.com'

I stared at the ad, and thought, what the hell. After a moment, I decided to respond. What the hell. They are probably looking for a corporate type, and I fit that bill. I was a college grad, and knew the corporate mentality, and after all, I did know the business game. But first I searched on the net for the Jenny Choo site, and what I found amazed me. It was the most cool shoe fetish web site, with page after page of beautiful women wearing beautiful high heeled shoes! I thought to myself, what a neat place to work for a guy who was into women's shoes and feet. So I drafted a professional cover letter and resume, and sent it off. I had no idea that it would generate any kind of a response, but lo and behold it did. Two days later I was invited to downtown Los Angeles for an interview with a Ms. Shelly Wong. I was instructed to wear casual attire, and to be prepared to stay for a lengthy period of time, since I would be required to take a prolonged physical exam for the international aspect of the position. My interview was scheduled for 1:00 PM sharp on Tuesday.

I parked my car in the underground structure of the Jenny Choo International building in downtown LA at 12:00 PM. After all, I never liked to be late for appointments. I looked around the area, and noticed alot of expensive cars. Jaguars, Mercedes Benz, and BMW's seemed to predominate the array of vehicles slated for private parking. Well, that didn't seem too odd, since most of the facility was occupied by the Bank of Hong Kong. I walked into the lobby on the tenth floor, and gave my name to the pretty oriental receptionist. 'I have a 1:00 PM appointment with Ms. Wong, and I'm a few minutes early.' I said assertively. The pretty girl smiled, and said 'she is expecting you, Mr. Jackson. Please have a seat in the lobby, and I'll let her know that you are here.' I took a seat in the waiting foyer, and idylly wondered how this interview would go. It was a long shot, and I had no expectation that it would develop into a job.

As I waited I casually glanced over to the young girl sitting at the reception desk. She was extremely attractive, I thought to myself, and she wore some nice black high heeled shoes on her feet. I had a habit of looking at pretty girls in high heeled shoes, and as I stared at this girl she began to dangle the pump on her right foot, as if to give me a show. She almost seemed to do it intentionally, and I quickly moved my glance at the flower arrangement on the table in front of me. When I glanced back in her direction, I noticed that she was on the telephone. She was still dangling the shoe on her foot, and when our eyes met she just smiled and winked directly at me. I immediately became embarassed, and turned my gaze away from her. In a moment she sang out my name. 'Ms. Wong will see you now, Mr. Jackson.' she said. 'Down the hall, third door on your right.' As I walked by the receptionist, she smiled cheerfully at me. 'I truley hope that you get the position you are searching for, Mr. Jackson.' I thanked her, and walked on towards Ms. Wong's office. Interesting comment from a receptionist, I thought. That was when I got my first indication that something was amiss with this job.

Ms. Shelly Wong, director of human resources, was also an exceptionally beautiful oriental woman. She appeared to be about mid forties in age, and adorning her feet were the most exquisite pair of platform sandals that I had ever layed eyes on. As I sat down in the leather chair in front of her it was hard not to stare down at her beautiful shoes. Her toenails gleamed a brilliant shade of crimson red, and of course, her platforms were the Jenny Choo brand. I was really starting to hope that I would land this job. Ms. Wong discussed the position briefly with me, and as she spoke she rose from her chair, walked casually over to the door of her office and closed it, almost as if she was trying to catch me looking at her feet. And in fact, I was. 'You see, Mr. Jackson, our company is composed primarily of women. We need the input of a few men in our research and development group to help us design and market a new line of women's footware. You're not uncomfortable when in close proximity to a woman's foot are you?' she said, smiling. I gulped, and answered no. 'That's good, since in this position you will be in close contact with the shoes and the feet of the researchers that occupy them. It's part of the R&D. Are you married?' Again, I replied no. Ms. Wong smiled her always present smile, and continued. 'That is also good, since this position will require that you be gone from home for extended periods of time. The person who we recently hired is attached, and he has had a hard time with the internal pressure. We are hoping that you might help fill the shoes that he is occupying.' I smiled inside at the slip in language, and attributed it to the woman being Chinese. She then asked me if I got nervous in confined spaces, and if I ever got motion sickness. Again, I answered no to the comments, perplexed at what they meant. My inner buzzer was telling me that something wasn't right with the questions. I ignored them, especially after the woman's next statements.

'Mr. Jackson, I would like to get very personnal with you. Here at Jenny Choo, we like to employ men who have a fetish for women's feet and shoes. You seem to fit that category.' Ms. Wong opened a file, glanced at it briefly, and then closed it. She then stared at me with that ever present grin of hers. 'Ok, Maam, yes I do like women's feet. I also like most of the shoes that adorn them. When I saw the ad for this job, I couldn't believe it, but here I am. I really do think that I have a keen eye in regards to the popularity and fashion of the shoes that girls wear today. If my 'fetish', as you call it, is a detriment to this job, then I'll leave.' I felt embarrassed. Ms. Wong sensed my feeling, and spoke. 'On the contrary, Mr. Jackson, we think that it is important. It will help you deal with the pressure. There are some men who work for us solely on their physical attributes, and I think that they have a problem with the mental aspect of the job. As far as I am concerned, you're hired, that is if you pass the physical.'

I was elated, and accepted the position, even though I still had no idea what the job entailed. Ms. Wong was extremely vague about the requirements. She got on the intercom, and called in a Ms. Diaz. In a moment, a tall hispanic women in a lab coat entered her office. 'Ah, Maria. Would you please escort our new hire to the lab to run a physical. If he passes the exam, let's complete the bioscan on him today. You don't have a problem starting work right away, do you Mr. Jackson? We're a little behind schedule on our R&D program, and the director, Ms. Chen would like to get started as soon as you are ready.' I didn't see a problem, and agreed. The hispanic woman looked me over, smiled, and said to the human resources manager 'I'll get started right away, Shelly. If you would, please follow me Mr. Jackson.' As I walked behind Ms. Diaz, I couldn't help but notice her gorgeous feet and shoes. I just landed the dream job of my life, or so I thought.

We took the elevator down to a facility in the basement of the building, with no windows and very few doors. The place looked expensive, and kind of out of character for a shoe company. Ms. Diaz led me into a sterile looking room, and asked me to remove all of my clothes. I gave her a somewhat questioning stare, and she laughed and handed me a gown made of paper. 'It's part of the physical, Mr. Jackson. I need to draw blood, take a urine specimen, and do a hair analysis. When you're ready, open the door and I'll proceed. It won't take very long, and if everything checks out, we'll finish with the bioscan. Then you'll be ready to fill your new position!' She smiled warmly, and left the room. I did as I was instructed, and after awhile all of the tests were completed, except for this so called bioscan. I decided not to even ask the pretty Hispanic girl what that was for. Ms. Diaz looked excited when she informed me that all of my tests came out positive. I even tested better than they had expected. She led me to a small room, with a little metal electronic sliding door on one side. The place was solid concrete, except for the door to the so called bioscan chamber. It looked like it was made of lead. On the front was a logo that read simply 'REDUX INDUSTRIES'. 'This won't take very long, Mr. Jackson. If you would, during the procedure keep your eyes shut, as it gets extremely bright. It's like a bunch of flashes going off all at once. You'll feel a little disorientated when I open the door, so let me help you out when the procedure is complete. I'll then deliver you to Ms. Chen to start our new research test!'

I walked into the small chamber and stood in the center of the room. It was very tight inside, smaller than an elevator. I heard the girl giggle as she pushed some buttons on a panel outside. 'Here we go, Mr. Jackson. Close your eyes now. I'll help you out in a few minutes.' I did as she said, and all of a sudden the lead door slamed shut. There was a whirring sound, and even though my eyes were shut, I could sense bright lights flashing all around me. I felt like I was on a fast elevator going downward, and just as Ms. Diaz had said, I felt very light headed and confused. After a moment I heard the lead door open, and for some reason I kept my eyes closed tight. I heard footsteps walking very loudly towards me, and when I opened my eyes I stared in amazement at two huge, pretty feet clad in high heeled sandals, just inches away from my face. Ten toes wiggled in excitement right before my eyes, and I almost fainted in shock at the sight. My giantess fantasy had just become real.

Ms. Diaz spoke in a loud booming voice. 'Welcome aboard Jenny Choo International, Inc., Mr. Jackson. You and Mr. Conner are our new Research and Development Associates. You will simulate what a foot slave will experience inside our new footware fashion designs being developed for release in the near future. The both of you complete a pair, and we can now begin testing all of our new shoe designs. I must say, it has taken quite some time for us to find the right individuals to fit, so to speak. We searched the internet for years to locate the right male subjects with the proper physical attributes. There was no mistake in your selection, and none for the other male subject. Your affinity for women's feet will make it easier for you to adjust to the job. On the other hand, your associate does not share the same likes as you, and his transition has been difficult. He is not what we call a team player in our project! He complains all of the time, and after his first day at work he wanted to quit!' The woman bent down and scooped me into the palm of her hand. I noticed that the paper gown I was wearing was gone, and I was naked. At the moment, I gave it no thought, as I was too shocked to be embarrassed. We entered the elevator and headed to the Research and Development floor of the building, where I was to meet my new manager, Ms. Connie Chen.

The Hispanic woman exited the elevator and walked down the hall to a corner office. She tapped on the door, and then entered the room. From my vantage point in her hand I saw a luxurious office suite overlooking downtown Los Angeles. It was well decorated, and very plush. One wall of the office was constructed like a bookshelf, and each cubby contained a pair of shoes. I figured that there must be over a hundred different kinds on the wall, and some of them looked rather used. On a leather couch at the opposite end of the office sat an attractive oriental woman. She looked like she was relaxing after a hard day, and seemed to be deep in thought as she read a document. Her bare feet were crossed and positioned on a coffee table in front of the couch, and her black spiked high heels sat on the floor next to her. I noticed that she was wearing dark nylons, the kind with the reinforced toe and heel. Ms. Diaz placed me on the table directly in front of her nylon encased feet. 'Here is your new hire, Connie. I think that he will be a perfect fit in our new product line. I can't wait to work with him! Give me a call if you need anything. I'll leave you three alone for awhile, and I'll see you at the meeting later.' Ms. Chen thanked the woman, and as she left she closed the door. I stared in total amazement at the awesome feet just inches away from me. They looked huge, and as I gazed at the toes high above my head I noticed a little man inside the reinforced front section of the woman's right nylon stocking. He was nestled at an angle against her toes, with his face pinned against the flesh of the bottom of her digits. He started begging for the woman to free him, and his weak pleading angered her. 'Mr. Conner, I've had enough of your whinning! I thought that allowing you a breath of fresh air would make you happy, but I can see I was wrong. Time to go back to work. Let's see what your attitude is like at the end of the day!' Ms. Chen picked up her right pump from the floor and placed it back onto her foot, and crossed her legs once again on the coffee table. The man's pitiful begging could no longer be heard once he was enclosed in the shoe. I stared in awe once again at her enormous feet. She wiggled the pump to position the man in a comfortable spot, and then placed her nylon encased bare foot closer to me. I could count the squares of the nylon mesh against her flesh, and smell the odor that emminated from the material. Her sole looked damp from being enclosed in the leather shoe. I wondered what she had planned for my first job assignment.

Continued.
 

The New Hire
Chapter 2

Ms. Chen finished smoking her cigarette, and began to remove her nylon stocking from her gorgeous leg. As she rolled the nylon slowly down to her ankle, she spoke.

'Mr. Jackson, I have read your file, and it appears that you may enjoy your new position with us here at Jenny Choo, based on your personal preferences for women's foot fashions. I hope that I am right. Your associate, Mr. Conner, does not share the same likes as you, therefore the product research technicians treat him rather harshly, and he will not receive any performance bonuses based on their reports. If you, on the other hand, perform above our expectations, you will be treated with respect, and will be rewarded appropriately. It's up to you. I suggest that you treat your new position in the product research group seriously, and give us the needed feedback we desire from a man of your stature. Otherwise, I will be forced to issue you and Mr. Conner a permanent transfer to a Jenny Choo office in Japan or South America, where our male associates are not given the same respect as here. There you will really be treated like foot slaves, and you could possibly disappear in the corporate network, as a gift to an important distributor, for example.'

Ms. Chen smiled at me when she said this, and her look sent a chill down my spine. She slipped the stocking off of her left foot, and held it open in front of me. 'Now get in and prove to me that I have found the perfect research associate. I appreciate it when my new male employees worship the erogenous zone between my toes with their little tongues. This is your new hire orientation, so make the most of it. Later today you and Mr. Conner will begin testing some new shoe designs with other staff members, which I think you will find most interesting!'

I just stood there staring into the opening of the dark nylon. Ms. Chen laughed, and nudged me with the stocking. Still in shock, I jumped into my new hire orientation not knowing what to expect. I slid down into the toe section face first, and immediately noticed the dampness and unique odor. I rolled over onto my back and watched in total amazement as her giant foot slid into the opening looming above me. Now I have always fanaticized about being shrunk in size and worn in the shoe of a beautiful giantess, but this experience was beyond anything that I have ever imagined. And it was definitely not like anything I ever expected.

Instead of the slow motion fantasy that I usually pictured in my mind, everything moved extremely fast. Before I knew it her foot was on top of me, and my face was pinned tightly against the bottom of her big toe. My body was twisted to the side, and I felt very uncomfortable. Then, in a rapid movement the woman's entire foot swung upward to the right, and I saw that she had placed her foot onto her right knee to fix my position inside her nylon. Her fingers pinched at my body and the nylon mesh, and in an instant I was placed face first under her second toe, with my torso fitted neatly under the void space of her remaining four digits. 'This will make your stay in my shoe a little more comfortable' was all she said.
Like a roller coaster ride her foot then moved back down towards the high-heeled pump positioned on the floor. I turned my head to view the decent, and in the blink of an eye everything turned dark. Immediately the pressure increased on my body as the giant woman stood up and began to walk. I almost got sick to my stomach with the intense motion, and for a moment I surmised that this must be similar to what jet pilots go through in flight training. Except I was in total darkness with constant pressure being exerted onto my torso by the four toes constantly moving and curling around me with each step. And then there was the heat, building sweat, and increasing foot odor as each moment passed. No wonder Conner was complaining, I thought.

Soon I began to get the hang of the walking patterns, and the motion sickness that I experienced earlier diminished. When Ms. Chen finally sat down I became more relaxed, since the excruciating pressure from her walking was virtually non-existent. But soon I experienced the quirky movements that every woman makes with her feet as she is sitting. Again, this experience was nothing like my fantasies of being in the shoe of a giantess. The woman constantly tapped and wiggled the shoe that I was in, a habit I assumed she always entertained. I was always moving with her foot, and her toes curled around my body continuously. After awhile I got used to her nervous tick, and began to concentrate on the task that I was expected to perform. In the dark shoe of Ms. Chen I began to lick between the toes that held me captive.

I must admit this experience was not unpleasant to me. The odor was intoxicating, to say the least, and the taste was exhilarating. The only thing I wished at the moment was the opportunity to see the foot that I was worshiping. As I serviced the toes of Ms. Chen, I decided that if I was to survive this ordeal I would have to prove my value. While I worked, I noticed that her quirky movements became more relaxed, and I assumed that she was enjoying the experience. I heard her say something to me, but the comment was indiscernible through the leather shoe I was encased in. After awhile, time meant nothing to me in the damp darkness of her shoe.

Soon, I heard a number of female voices around me, and I assumed that my new hire orientation was about to end. In a flash, the sweaty foot that entrapped me was removed from its leather shoe. The light blinded my eyes for an instant, and I actually enjoyed the fresh air that enveloped me after hours of breathing humid foot odor. Ms. Chen removed her stockings, and casually dumped Conner and myself onto the floor. She then sat down in a sofa behind our position. Immediately I noticed two women sitting in a semi circle directly in front of us in luxurious leather chairs, and they were both beautiful and barefooted. Their high-heeled shoes were neatly positioned to the side of the chairs, and I noticed that they appeared to be some form of platform sandals. On an end table next to the women was a cage containing two more little men, and I assumed that they were associates as well. The women paid no attention to them; they seemed more interested in me. Conner remained in a fetal position on the floor in front of them just moaning. Ms. Chen began to speak.

'Ladies, I want you all to welcome our new hire for the product development testing team, Mr. Jackson. He seems to enjoy his new position so far, so please put him to the test. If he works out, he will be very useful for our product evaluation feedback sessions. Mr. Jackson, this is Ms. Rojas and Ms. Fuji. They are from our overseas offices, and you will get to know them intimately.' One of the women, a tall blond from Brazil, stretched a foot out in front of me and tapped my head with her toes. I noticed immediately that she had a rather large, shapely foot, and that it seemed somewhat dirty. 'I'll wear Mr. Conner in my right shoe, Meez Connie, if that's ok with you, and a control subject in my left. It will be fun to see how they hold up tonight while I go dancing! I suspect that the level 1 subject will not last very long, but if what you say is true about our new hire and his fitness, he should be fine.'

Ms. Chen agreed, and the other girl, a petite little Japanese woman, would get Conner and the other control subject for the evening. They would get the opportunity to switch team members as a comparison the following day for the next round of tests. 'We have a new style of holding clamp positioned in the toe section of our sandals to hold little men firmly in place under the wearers foot. They are a lower profile clamp, and are much more user friendly. We want to determine if this new style is more comfortable on a woman's sole, and we also would like to see how a disposable man holds up against a durable one in a chained position. Why don't you ladies position your test subjects?' said Ms. Chen.

The Japanese girl smiled and reached down for Conner. He just whimpered in misery as she dropped him into her right shoe. 'Is this guy one of our own people?' she asked. Ms. Chen sighed and said, 'He makes a lot of noise, but he is used to the routine. He is an employee, so just make sure that he survives the test. I'll figure out what to do with him later.' The girl positioned Conner into the clamps, and tapped the heel of the shoe with her hand. With a snap the mans wrists and ankles were secured tightly, and she then proceeded to insert her foot on top of Conner. He stared up gloomily at the bottom of five giant toes as they engulfed him. She then reached into the cage and plucked a man for her other shoe. The little one screamed as she fastened him into place in the left sandal, and she laughed at his panicked yelling against her foot. 'I really love these feisty ones!' Ms. Fuji stood up and rocked her feet back and forth, making sure the little men fit tightly. Satisfied, she sat back down and watched as Ms. Rojas picked her men.

Like a cat the woman plucked out the little man in the cage with her hand, and positioned him in her platform. I stood there and watched as she slowly slid her dirty foot in over the mans body. When her toes reached his face she wiggled them violently causing him to scream in pain. All three of the women chuckled, and I determined that this lady from Brazil enjoyed making little shoe men miserable. It was my turn next, but instead of placing me in the clamps she slid her foot loosely into the sandal first. 'Crawl in and position yourself in the chains, Meester Jackson,' she sneered. I walked over to the side of her shoe and climbed in at the arch of her foot. Rolling over on my back I started inching my way down headfirst towards the front of the sandal, with my face pressed against the smelly flesh of her sole. Finally under her toes, I extended my arms and legs so that they fell into the holding clamps. 'Lick my toes when you are ready, worm!' she laughed, and I did as I was instructed. She pressed her heel down on the floor in a double tap and the clamps snapped shut.
The Brazilian woman stood and walked around the room. I looked up through the space between her toes and watched her smile down. 'I want to see how much dirt you can lick off of my foot while you are in those clamps, Mr. Jackson, so impress me. If you do a good job I'll put you up for a bonus.' The ball of her foot pressed down into my chest, making it hard to breath, and I had to time my inhalations with her walking. I immediately decided that I did not like being in these chains, no matter how beautiful the foot was on top of me. I heard the man in the shoe next to me scream in agony, and the woman just laughed. I couldn't wait for the product evaluation meeting tomorrow.

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New Hire
Chpt 3

The fitting session was over for the day, and Ms. Chen instructed the two women to monitor the level 1 subjects in their right shoes closely. 'Mr. Conner and Mr. Jackson are classified as level five miniature specimens, and are extremely durable for wearing in a shoe. In fact, they are actually very valuable since they are so rare. The level 1 products, on the other hand, are somewhat fragile, but they are the most common ones produced so far by the Redux process. We need to see how long they last on an average before we take them to market. If they break down prematurely, just dispose of them as you see fit and log their survival time and condition. They are all felons supplied by the State for our research, and are considered expendable.' Ms. Chen smiled warmly at the two women, and instructed them to return for the evaluation meeting in twenty-four hours. 'Have fun with your coworkers tonight!' she laughed as the girls exited the room.

Carmen Rojas walked with a purpose down the expansive hallways of the Jenny Choo International complex. When she reached the office of Maria Diaz, she tapped lightly on the closed door, and then entered the room. Maria was an extremely tall and beautiful Latino girl in her late twenties, and she and Carmen Rojas has grown up together in Rio de Janeiro. It had been two years since the two women had last seen one another, and Maria smiled brightly when she saw her old friend. 'It's amazing who the marketing department calls in when we start testing new products!' she laughed. 'How are you, Mija?' 'Doing quite well, thank you.' Carmen replied warmly. 'I own a string of Jenny Choo salons throughout Rio, and it looks as though the miniaturization program will be implemented in Brazil and Japan first. Jenny wanted me here first hand to test the new products.'

Carmen sat down in a leather sofa next to her friend, and relaxed. She loosened her shoes and slid her feet back just far enough inside to expose the little men's heads in front of her toes. Maria looked down at the pretty feet of her friend and examined the faces of the miserable little subjects staring gloomily up at her. 'Ah, I see you have met our new hire, Mr. Jackson!' she laughed. 'I hear that he likes women's feet. I suspect that he may change his taste after a few days under your dirty toes. You still like to walk barefoot most of the time?' Carmen smiled and said 'More so when I have a man to clean them at the end of the day!' Maria laughed, and said, 'I did his conversion earlier today, and his bioscan was off of the charts. He is the most durable specimen I have ever seen. I'm hoping that Connie lets me test him some more. He is extremely rare, and his size can be varied on a regular basis. He is worth a lot of money, and I doubt if the company ever lets him leave.'

The two women talked about old times, shoe fashions, and the fate of the little men that were being tested in the Jenny Choo facility. Maria looked at the new hire under her friends foot and said, 'let me show you something, Carmen, it's pretty neat.' She opened a safe, and removed a gadget that looked similar to a remote control for a television set.
'When we started the reduction process we used a lead chamber in the basement of the facility to shrink our test subjects down to various sizes. That was the system we used on Mr. Jackson. It is very dependable, but very cumbersome and unproductive. Because of his value we didn't want any mishaps occurring. It works fine for our testing here, but for remote locations we needed something more portable. This is a reducer that does the same thing, but it is faster and can be utilized on multiple subjects, and it is easy to transport. Hell, it fits into a woman's purse! It is a rework of our first prototype, which we had sizing problems with. We would set the system for three inches, and nine times out of ten our test subjects would be reduced to one inch or less! After awhile we redesigned the remote and came up with this one, which is still in the testing phase. We had almost twenty subjects that were useless to us from using the old remote system, since they were so small and fragile.' 'What did you do with them?' asked Carmen. Maria giggled and said, 'Connie had an office party, and let us dispose of them under the pretense of research. We each got to pick subjects, and did various weight stress tests with them under our feet and in our shoes! I even made a video of it for the record. Remove Mr. Jackson from your shoe, and I'll show you how the size adjuster works!'

The Latin woman tapped the heal of her shoe twice in rapid succession, and the snaps that held my wrists and ankles firmly in place under her foot released their hold. She then commanded me to crawl out of her shoe, and I did what she said. I scratched the itch on my nose, happy to be free from those damn constraints, and stood facing the feet of the two giant women. The scientist pointed some kind of remote control devise at me, and a red beam like a laser shot out. My body immediately felt hot, and a bright light engulfed my torso, similar to my experience this morning in the chamber in the basement. All of a sudden, I felt much larger. My eyes were now staring at the knees of the women instead of their feet. The scientist began to speak. 'Our research and development associate is now two and a half feet tall, which I've found to be a perfect size for foot massage training!'

The two women sat down in a luxurious leather sofa, and stretched their legs out in front of me. I was instructed to remove their shoes, and to begin worshiping their sweaty, tired feet with my tongue. As I removed the right shoe of my current master, I couldn't help but notice the little man still chained in the toe section of the platform. He had a look of total misery on his tired face, and the sweaty, dirty imprint of the woman's foot on the insole surrounded his body. 'Don't worry about him, Mr. Jackson, just concentrate on the task at hand. Clean and massage my tired feet with your tongue now, and you won't have to do it later when you are only three inches tall,' replied my handler. The women both laughed, and I dutifully fulfilled their request. I began licking and kissing the huge feet of both the women, and almost choked as the scientist forced her giant toe into my mouth. 'Let's watch that video you took at the office party, Maria, while our associate works on our feet. He might get some inspiration to perform his duties better while viewing it!'

The scientist plucked a remote control off of an end table next to the couch, and punched up the program. A large monitor came to life off to our side, and as I continued with my foot worshiping task I kept my eyes partially on the screen. It appeared that the party was being held in Ms. Chen's office, and women strolled back and forth in front of the camera laughing and chatting aimlessly as they sipped on various refreshments. The receptionist that I encountered earlier in the day was present, as was Ms. Wong, the Human Resources specialist. The camera panned to her feet, which were adorned with an exquisite pair of Jenny Choo clear platform pumps. They looked like shoes out of a Cinderella movie. A blond woman was sitting on a couch with her feet propped up on a coffee table. She began to remove a spike heeled pump, and as she did so the camera zoomed in to her foot as it exited the shoe. The woman turned the pump over, and out tumbled my associate, Conner. He looked dazed, and everyone cheered as the blond, who appeared to be German, forced him to lick clean her filthy looking toes. From the sound of the women's voices, they were all pretty tipsy from alcohol at this point.

The camera panned away from the little man licking the dirt off of the German girl's toes to the entrance of Ms. Chen in the doorway, who was carrying a big glass fish bowl containing a large quantity of panicked one-inch tall men. The women in the room became excited, and the German girl, who's name was Helga, chimed in with 'here comes our main attraction girls!' Ms. Chen placed the bowl on the floor, and the women pulled their chairs up in a semi circle around it. The cute little receptionist was giddy with excitement, and moved her seat closest to the glass container. She removed her feet from her platform clogs, and placed them up against the glass for the little men to view. Most of the occupants ran back from the edge of the jar in fear, but a few remained stationary and just stared in awe at the spectacle looming in front of them. 'Oooh, I can't wait to put one in my shoes,' she chimed. 'Go ahead, Misha, reach in and pick one,' said the director, 'it helps to soften them up a bit for the stress test.'

The receptionist almost fell out of her seat leaning forward to pluck a little man out from the fish bowl. Two little ones had remained stationary in the front of the pack, and the girl reached in and snatched them both with one hand. They squirmed under the clutches of her fingers, and as she dropped one into her platform clog the camera zoomed in to the opening of the shoe. The little man fell on his back and slid down the sweaty insole to the toe section of the clog. The field of view increased, and it was apparent that the test subject was stunned at the enormity of the interior of the shoe. He looked to his right and left, and suddenly screamed when he saw the outline of a three-inch body that had been worn into the insole of the shoe under the toes of a larger and much dirtier imprint of a woman's foot. It appeared that the previous occupant had been held in place by some form of clamps, and the shoe looked rather worn. The receptionist slid her foot into the clog and the little man disappeared under her sole. She arched her heel up, and the camera caught a glimpse of two little feet protruding out from under the ball of her foot. The camera zoomed out, and she repeated the process with the other little unfortunate pinched between her fingers. 'Golly, I love it when they squirm underneath my toes. Ms. Chen, can I test one now while these two are still alive in my shoes? It'll be fun to feel their reaction when I squish one underneath my clog.'

The director obliged, and retrieved a large panel from the cabinet on the far side of the room. She placed it next to the fish bowl, for convenience as well as effect for the little test subjects and the women. On the edge of the panel was a digital readout that stated the strength level of the subject being tested. In the center was a small square that held the test object stationary with an adhesive substance to prevent any movement or escape. The primary function of the device was for research; the other function was to prevent any stains from occurring on the carpet. The receptionist snatched another man from the bowl and placed him firmly on the panel, making sure that he was not going to escape. The little man tried in vain to wiggle free from the adhesive, but with no luck. He started to scream as he looked up at the giant woman walking toward him.

The receptionist stepped onto the panel and smiled down at the little man. She giggled with excitement, and felt movement under her toes in her right platform clog. The girl moved closer to the man, and positioned the heel of her shoe a few inches from his feet, with the front of the platform raised up in the air directly over his body. She sipped on her drink, and then proceeded to slowly lower her foot towards the man's captive torso. He started to panic, and the other women cheered as she proceeded with the test. The little man just stared helplessly as the colossal sole moved in slow motion on its downward trend. The camera moved to the side, and the image zoomed in on the woman's foot as it slowly crushed the test subject. There was an audible crunch, and then a splat as the little man was terminated under the foot of the cute receptionist. She ground down on the floor in a motion similar to a person extinguishing a cigarette. There were claps and laughs in the background of the video, and as I licked the dirt off of the foot of the scientist she giggled in delight at the spectacle as well. It was then that I began to worry about my position as an employee of Jenny Choo, International.

Continued