Big. Big was understatement. No. She was massive. It was amazing how a person so large could be alive,
but here she was, standing before him.

“Mr. Rose?” She asked, looking down at him.

He thought he could detect a slight smirk on her face over 10ft above his own 6ft frame.
“T-that’s me.” He stuttered out, trying to sound confident, “But, you can call me N-nick.” His words
seemed to dribble out his mouth before the behemoth.

“Noted.” She spoke sarcastically, “Let me be the first to thank you for your time. It’s always so hard
finding volunteers, but I can assure you, you will be greatly rewarded.”

Nick listened as the titanic female continued, his eyes traveling up and down her body. Starting at her
feet, Nick noticed that they were bare; something he found odd, but considering the girl’s size, shoes
may not be the easiest thing to come by.

Appreciating her naturally tanned skin, Nick’s eyes travelled up her thick legs barely covered by a Navy
skirt and reached her stomach, a blue gingham blouse covering her arms and torso. He briefly caught
sight of the name-badge clipped to her waist. An unsmiling face greeted him, with the words “Ann”
stamped below it.

“Nick…NICK!”

Nick was snapped from his visual tour by the booming voice of his current host.
“S-sorry. What was that?” he asked, embarrassingly.

Ann sighed, “I was asking if you had any questions or concerns about the contract.”
“Oh. No.” Nick answered, lying. As a matter-of-fact, he had hundreds of questions, but wanted the
$1,000 check for going through with this more.

“Great. Sign here, here, thumbprint here, initial here, and sign here, please.” Ann presented a tablet to
Nick.

The funny thing was, to him it was more like a 27-inch flat screen. Ann’s hands made it look so small.
Nick scrolled awkwardly through the screen, hitting all the necessary lines until he reached the end. The
bold logo of Vilecio Corp. greeted him. Craning his neck, Nick looked up to Ann who was watching
expectantly.

“Done.” He spoke.

The girl merely reached out down and grabbed her “tablet” from where Nick had balanced it before him
and nodded in approval.

“Everything looks to be in order. As line 16 stated, Vilecio Corp. will not be responsible for any negative
effects from testing.”

Nick’s stomach sank. “Understood.”

“Follow me to the first test.” Ann spoke in a more commanding tone than previously and turned on her
heel.

Nick couldn’t help but feel insignificant behind Ann, his face barely coming up above her knees. His eyes
watched her legs as she walked. Her calves and hamstrings flexing with each step, pulling the skin
taught, seemingly taunting him with their strength. The slapping of Ann’s bare soles against the linoleum
the only soundtrack in the empty building.

Suddenly, Ann stopped. Nick, following too close, found his face quickly pressed into one of her large
thighs.

“Please watch where you’re going. As per your contract, you will only be paid upon satisfactory
completion of tests.”

“Sorry.” Nick apologized, his face burning with embarrassment.
“Through this door to the testing room, please.” Ann motioned to a door which seemed to have
appeared from nowhere.

Nick stared to his left and right. The long hallway completely empty. The bare white walls and floor
nearly blinding. He thought he could make out Ann’s footprints upon the reflective linoleum.
“We don’t have all day.” Ann tapped one of her gigantic feet expectantly.

Taking a deep breath, Nick stepped through the door. Ann followed, blocking his only way out.
The door shut behind them, Nick stared around the room. All four walls and ceiling were covered in a
Robin’s-egg blue colour. The floor was a soft mat-like material. Other than cameras in every corner, the
room was completely empty.

“Your first test.” Ann’s voice behind him cause Nick to shiver, “will be to test your physical abilities.
Strength, dexterity, agility…”

Nick couldn’t find any signs of testing equipment.
“Sounds good.” Nick lied. “Where are the computers and machines and stuff?” He asked.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I guess we did leave that out of orientation.” Ann nearly chuckled. “I’ll be the one testing
you.”

Nick’s stomach dropped.

Ann stepped from behind to in front of him, her hands on her hips. “I promise I’ll go easy on you. This is
merely for testing purposes. Only 3 subjects have ever died…” She let last words hang in the air.
“I think I’d rather stop the testing now. Thank you.” Nick backed toward the door, but was met by bare
wall.

“Invisible door. Only available to those with clearance.” Ann spoke, taking a long step toward the, now
cowering, man.

“Ann. Please. I don’t think I’m a good fit for the testing.”

Ann smiled. “Please strip. We’ll need a full view of your body for testing.”
Nick turned toward the wall, his hands scrambling frantically over the bare surface. He began to pound
his fists.

“Help! Somebody!”
Ann’s common sigh erupted once more before Nick went blind from one of Ann’s hands grabbing his
head.

“I hate when you subjects are so difficult.” Ann spat down, holding Nick like a disobedient child. With a
swift pull, she had him de-pantsed. Another quick rip and he was shirtless. She finally let go, letting him
fall to the plush ground. Her bare feet making deep indentions into it.

“I’ll leave you the dignity of removing your own underwear.”

Nick was in shock by how easily Ann had disrobed him. His clothes now crumpled into a pile below one
of her feet. Rising, he shook with fear and adrenaline, slowly reaching down and rolling off his boxer-
briefs.

“Nice.” Ann smirked, making notes into her tablet.

Nick remained silent, too dumfounded at the quick turn of events to think of any words.
Lifting her foot, Ann kicked Nick’s ripped clothes across the room. She walked to a corner, plugging the
tablet into a before-unseen mount on the wall and turned back toward Nick. Her shadow quickly
eclipsing him.

“The test is easy. You have 3 minutes to either, avoid or attack me. We’ll be tracking your heart rate,
CO2 levels, lactic acid levels, and energy expenditure. To ensure that you’re not sandbagging, we’ll up
your reward by $1,000 for each successful punch you land on me. However, for everytime I’m able to
strike you, you’ll lose $500. There are former subjects who owe us $100,000 from this test.
Understand?”

Nick nodded, his body feeling so defenseless.

“Good….and…..go.” Ann commanded.

Nick began to sprint to the far side of the room, he didn’t care about any bonus. He only wanted to
make it out alive. He unsure of what Ann was capable of, but he did have a good idea.
Two strides into his sprint, Nick found himself knocked to the ground. He gasped for air. It was if a semi-
truck had hit him. He rolled in agony. His ribs screamed. He opened his eyes, to see Ann’s towering form
above him. Her legs straddling his body.

“Damn. I thought you would do so much better.”
Before he could regain his composure, Nick was met by the sole of Ann’s right foot as it descended up
him, easily covering his torso.

“So far, you owe Vilecio $1000. For each second I hold you here, it’ll increase by a further $1000.” Ann
commented. “$2000…$3000….” Ann counted up.

Nick struggled beneath the meaty appendage on top of his body. The warmth from Ann’s foot
emanating into his chest. A continuous pressure forcing the air out of his lungs. He gasped and wheezed
as his arms and leg’s flailed. Eventually Ann’s foot lifted.

“Okay. I’ll let you off with $64,000. You have just under 2 more minutes.” Ann spoke.

Rolling onto his stomach, Nick pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He could feel the cool air of
the room on his chest drying the sweat from Ann’s foot. Rising almost to his full height, Nick stared at
Ann who yawned. He steadied himself and determined he was going to get, at least, 1 hit on this bitch.
He ran as fast as he could forward, thinking that he could tackle her down. Once on the ground she had
to be slower. Nick was unable to test this hypothesis, however, as he was quickly slapped aside, his body
flying into the nearest wall.

“This is great. Keep it up. Ann commented. You’re giving us great results.”
“Great results.” Nick thought to himself as his body screamed at him.
“1 minute left. And $65,000 owed.” Ann teased.

Staring over at the Tan Titan, Nick decided on one more assault. Steadying himself, she pushed off the
wall and ran once more toward Ann. His body was met by the underside of her right foot once again.
Ann roared with laughter as Nick ran straight into her sole. Her left lifted outward acting as a fleshly
bollard.

“I guess you can work off this debt through more testing.” She lowered her foot ontop of Nick, careful to
press down just enough to leave him suffering, but not allow him to pass out. She could feel his gasps
and thumping heart under her toes. She lived for this job.

Nick groaned in agony and Ann’s toes thumped against his chest, sending reverberations into the cavity.
“3…2….1… and $125,000. Not bad for a day’s work.” Ann lifted her foot from Nick who was now
beginning to bruise, his torso wearing a near-perfect imprint of her sole.

Nick rested his hands on his knees, gasping for air. He stared up at Ann who had stepped away to
retrieve her tablet and returned almost as if to lord his defeat over him.

“Excellent results, little guy.” Ann smiled. “I’ll let you regain your breath before we head to test two. Oh
and when you get a chance you can make that $125,000 out to me or you can fight me for double or
nothing.” She laughed.

Nick, defeated, began to walk for his clothes but was stopped by Ann’s palm.
“We’ll have something special for you at the end of testing.” She stroked a finger over Nick’s chest
before heading to the door. “Now come on.”

Nick followed dejectedly, wondering what he had gotten himself into…