Tasha, 24 female

Tasha sat there nervously in the lobby of Giantess Industries. She was a small woman of only 5'2" and a fairly petite body. Mostly due to the fact that she seemed to have an immunity to the F-Dom virus. No matter what she did nothing had changed about her, and she had been destined to live as a weak ordinary woman in this world of dominant goddesses. With her ordinary body she had found that the world had fewer and fewer places for someone like her. She sat there in a massive chair that had clearly been made for someone over twice her size and looked over the rough resume in her hands. This opportunity might be her only chance for an actual job. And despite the risks that she had heard of working at Giantess Industries, she was willing to try anything.

She looked around the room and saw dozens of other men and woman, other applicants sitting in their own seats and mindlessly trying to occupy their time. There was probably at least 20 people here for the interviews, almost all of them in their mid 20s. There had been a few more earlier, but over time names had been called and one by one they went into the back office and didn't return. Tasha wasn't quite sure what that said that there were so many young people willing to work at the feared Giantess Industries. She also wasn't willing to think about what it meant that nobody had come back to the lobby. Maybe they were all in orientation, or maybe they were let out a back door, or maybe the worst of all is that they'd become either food or victims to the giantesses that ran this place.

"Tasha Baker, You're up. Please go to interview room 3."

Hearing the sultry female voice ringing out and calling her name shook Tasha out of her thoughts. She shook the strange ideas out of her head as she stood up and looked towards the awaiting open room. The other applicants stared at her with apprehensive stares as she strode her way across the room and into the open office.

She took a seat and found herself sitting across from a massive 12ft tall goddess staring her down. The woman had long brunette hair and a stern glaring face as if examining Tasha like a piece of meat. She had breasts the size of basketballs that cast a shadow over Tasha and her build was much stronger than any normal woman before the virus. The whole room seemed to be built for a person of her size if not larger, making Tasha feel like an awkward child being looked down on. The woman had a placard on her desk that read Charlotte, Human Resources. Though the word human had been crossed out and the word hungry written above it. Tasha desperately hoped that it was a joke, but the long drawn out silence made her think otherwise.