Giantess Stories: The New Hire Chapter 1 My name is Jackson

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.