Your name is Sarah Jones, a thirty year old brunette banker, and you have a typical routine. You go out to Starbucks in the morning, your job from 9-5, then back to bed. Only this week had been different. When you got at work, you carried your latte down the pavement through a bunch of hippies protesting something stupid. While you ignored them, a certain brunette woman in her mid twenties blocked your path.
"Excuse me." You say as you try to walk around her. She doesn't budge and blocks you completely.
"Do you even know how corrupt the system is?" She asks you.
"No and I don't really give a shit either." You tell her. She makes a strict face at you and you attempt to slide past, unaware of the tablet she dropped in your drink. You took a sip of the coffee and the world around you started to get bigger, only for you to realize you were getting smaller.
When the shrinking stopped, you stood at a whopping 2 inches tall and were laying down in your pair of giant clothes. A hand tassels through the panties you are sitting in as you scream for help. Your plea is unheard however, as the hand which pulls you up is none other than the hippie. Her buxom breasts stand out especially from here as she smiled upon her prey.
"Shoulda listened tiny woman!" She says to you, dropping your tiny naked body in her
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