You hesitated for a moment, unsure if she's willing to go with this, uh, boredom 'curing' journey. But looking around and making sure nobody eavesdrop, you told her about having some fun with this new, uh, thing, that you've had gotten from a package a few days ago.

"Uh... Package?" Olga is, reasonably confused, you decided to do a quick demonstration. 

You told Olga to meet her on the back of her home, it had a clearing that goes back to her house near the fences where you'll go. Olga shrugged and went through her house to reach the back.

Eventually meeting there, you took a deep breath. Calming your heart as it's beat from this immense pressure of revealing a very big secret, and with your trusty shrink-ray in place, shoot yourself with a green hue covering around you.

In the aftermath of the light, you're able to shrank down, much to Olga's surprised face, shifting from that expressionless neutral one.

"Holy shit, you could shrink with that?!" You nodded, you explain you don't know much how it works though.

"Well, never thought I'd see someone shrinking willingly, in front of me of all people. Usually it's uh, the other way around..." She whisperer something you couldn't hear, you asked for clarification on this.

"It's nothing related, trust me on that." A sense of foreboding started building up in your chest. You try to ignore it for the moment.

"Anyway, you wanted me to... Carry you? Is that it?" You nodded again confirmation. "Heh, alright, I never did this for anybody else, especially to a tiny like like you. But I like it, consider this a special day for you." She smiled, and slowly plucks you off with her index finger and thumb together.

With it, she drags you over her chest, and plops you down in it. Shoving you deep between her toned fatty breast. "Ah, word of warning though, I'm sweating like, real crazy, you might slip with all that sweat around my tits. So better hold your breath." 

You already did, as her pungent sweaty body was nasty. You wonder if she ever took a bath before. But you didn't try to comment on it. Not wanting to be mean to the girl you help, and currently carrying you with her cleavage.

Speaking off, this place, it was very sweaty and very tight. It grips and smothers you in place on each other. Like two soft old meatballs squirting out excess oil and spice, creating this terrible body odor mixture.

It smelled of vinegar, expired fast food and what smelled like leftover farts from before. Feeling as if it clings on to the body like a pesky parasite.

"Now then," She drank her last bottle, throwing it aside her chair, "I think I'll carry you too-