When Shawna got approach by a somebody telling her they wanted to hire her to help carry them through the track. She was a bit ticked off.

She'd been coming here, going to the track and spending half her day jogging. Trying to lose weight, feeling fit and all, and some bloke thinks they should just hitch off someone because the track was just too long.

But then it hit her, what exactly did they meant when they said they wanted to 'Get carried?' Not like she'll carry them, even if they were quite small.

That's when she saw them shrinking down, their size became more and more smaller, just as small as an ant.

It was a marvel seeing something so sci-fi fantastical, so out of this world. She widens her eyes in intrigue and asked  what was that all about.

The shrinked person ignored the question, offering instead a large sums of money once they unshrinked themselves again. Shawna couldn't see anything that made them able to shrink.

Even though it still ticked her off a bit that someone is cheating on the track, the morbid curiosity of carrying a tiny person outweighs it. In fact, if she were to date or hookup with anyone, she wanted a small lad, just a few heights shorter than her and pinned them down with her massive weight.

A fetish that, both seems to share. Unbeknownst to either side.

She agreed to your offer, taking the wads of cash from your hand and shoving it in a wallet then stuffing it on the front of her sauna suit as she stretched it out and snap it back, about as safe in place as she could manage.

With her long stuffy hand she plucks you right out of the ground and drags you away to place you somewhere safe. Your heart beats intensely, having second thoughts at her large massive body, any small misteps and you could be loss forever in there, or worse yet, get crushed and killed in the blink of an eye.

You gulped, she decided to stuff you in...