The rest of the afternoon went pretty much the same way. Michelle saw her neighbor nonchalantly enjoy the services of her shrunken woman, as if it was business as usual. She judged that she was probably well used to it. She saw a number of other people using tinies in many ways, but she liked what 13 was doing too much to have her do anything else. She preferred the "massage" even to a nice swim. She was mesmerized by how easily her tiny would lick any part of her feet, even now that she'd gradually started to sweat from excessive heat. She had dedicated a long time to her heels, which Michelle had to admit now felt so much smoother, and was now putting her attention on the spaces between her toes. The area was much more sensitive, and Michelle couldn't help but giggle when the tiny first put her tongue there. But after the first few seconds, it felt amazing.
Carmen's slave, on the other hand, didn't seem so good at her job. The older woman constantly had to tell her what to do, and in a couple occasions, she had to kick her to have her resume her work. The poor thing looked exhausted. She had probably been trained for less time than 13, maybe she had been shrunken more recently. Carmen didn't seem to care; she seemed to be very comfortable around a person who didn't want to follow her orders, and Michelle thought of how lucky she'd been to have a slave like 13. She wouldn't have had the guts to boss an uncooperative tiny around. She immediately cursed herself for having that thought, but it was too late. 13 wasn't a person to her anymore. She was an object, a tool of pleasure. Nothing more than a massage stick, or a dildo. She bit her lip at the thought of using the woman as a living vibrator, and realized she was going too far. How would she be able to see her tiny coworkers like people after an experience like this? Another set of tiny licks made her mind change the subject.
"Bye" she was awakened by Carmen's voice, who was apparently leaving. She had dozed off for god knew how long. "You did enjoy my advice, didn't you" Carmen said, pointing at 13 who had kept licking the gigantic feet in front of her for the whole time. "I wish mine was so well trained. You were lucky today" she added while leaving. "I'm going to file a formal complaint for mine. She barely knew how to do her job." Michelle looked at Carmen's slave, sitting by herself on the relatively gigantic sunbed. She looked like the experience had impacted her deeply. She was probably new to the job, unlike her own slave who seemed to be extremely comfortable with what she was doing. "Let me give you one last advice" Carmen said "Don't be too keen on finding your friend. It's never good when people disappear on this island." Michelle's jaw dropped. She hadn't thought about that possibility. "I'll be honest." Carmen added. "When i asked you if you were covered... I was fantasizing about taking you home with me." Carmen smiled nonchalantly. "Too bad you've had your shot". Michelle didn't know what to say. She could only thank herself for being careful in the first place, or now she could have ended up like 13 or even worse. "Bye, nice meeting you" She waved at Carmen, ignoring her last words. She saw as the older woman went to the counter, and saw her speaking to the clerk. The younger woman looked deeply sorry about the disturbance, and issued Carmen a coupon for her next visit.
As soon as Carmen left, the young clerk stormed through the beach towards the tiny that was still trying to recover from her experience. The bigger girl shouted something in her language, and the tiny looked scared shitless. She seemed to be apologizing, but it didn't seem to be very effective. The clerk violently picked her up by her arm and dragged her away while kicking and screaming. Michelle couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to her.
After about half an hour, Michelle decided to leave. She dried the soles of her feet and put her flipflops on. It felt like walking on clouds. She thanked 13 for her good service and went to the counter for her checkout. She put in the max score on the satisfaction form, and noticed a few extra voices. The one that caught her attention was the possibility to buy the tiny she had used for the day, but when she asked how much they wanted, she decided it was just too much. The clerk then asked her in her broken english if she wanted a defective tiny for a smaller price. She wouldn't be as good, but she could always train her. The price was ridiculous. 50 euros for the life of somebody who used to be an actual person, and was now forced to live at the whim of the bigger. It was Carmen's slave. Now that she saw her closer, she noticed how beautiful she was. It was obvious that when she was regular sized she'd dedicated a lot of attention to her body. She looked like one of those fitness influencers, only she was now wearing a collar and leash, and was tied to the table. She also had the beach logo tattoeed on her chest, but her number said 37. She looked desperate. Despite her guilt, Michelle was tempted. 50 euros were a bargain, but the woman seemed like a stubborn slave, and she seemed too big to control. "She's too big" she explained to the clerk. "No problem!" The woman answered "Make smaller! Put in shoe!". Michelle accepted, but mainly because she'd never seen anyone shrink. She swiped her credit card, and looked at the clerk while she prepared a beaker full of a blue liquid. When the tiny saw what she was doing, she went berserk. She did her best to get rid of her collar, but to no avail. When she finally accepted that there was no way of breaking her chain, she tried to beg in her own language. It was too fast for Michelle to pick up any words, and the clerk simply ignored her until she had prepared the right dose.
She walked towards the tiny, and grabbed her by her hair. 37 tried her best to squirm free, but the petite woman was too strong for her to do anything. She grabbed her face between her fingers, and squeezed until the poor woman opened her mouth. She dropped the content of the beaker between the wailing woman's lips, and walked away. "Five minutes" she said to Michelle. "Coffee?" she asked, as if she was waiting to get her car repaired. Michelle politely refused. She was just too interested in witnessing what was going to happen next. For a while, nothing seemed to happen. 37 kept crying, resigned to what she'd just underwent. Then, little by little, Michelle noticed that she was definitely changing. 37 was getting smaller. A slow process at first, but it accelerated to the point where it was unmistakable. It seemed like watching a deflating balloon, only the woman kept her proportions. It was mesmerizing. The young clerk didn't seem too moved by the situation. She'd probably seen this scene so many times it had lost any meaning to her. She only got closer to 37 when her head became too small for the collar. As soon as the tiny put her head outside, the clerk stepped on her to keep her in place. Michelle saw the woman becoming smaller and smaller, even under the girl's flat.
Only when the process was over, the clerk picked the small woman from the ground, and washed her under the bar sink, like she would do to a cup. The woman who had been the size of a medium dog no more than 5 minutes earlier, was now small enough to be held in the palm of a hand, and was crying her heart out. "Here" the clerk handed the desperate tiny to Michelle, who had seemingly forgotten of any sense of guilt or remorse, and gladly picked up her new property. "You can put in shoe, two is better", the clerk suggested. Michelle was wearing flipflops, so she decided to put the tiny in her purse. She couldn't wait to feel her body under her feet, but with only one insole she'd be walking funny. She cursed for not being able to afford another tiny, said goodbye to the clerk, and left.
She took a cab to the city centre, where she played with her new purchase for a while. she explored her body using her hands. It was incredible. The way she felt under her fingers, even while trying to wiggle free, made her feel so powerful and in control. She probed her tits despite her protests, and they felt amazing. She was going to put her down at her feet, but the driver said they'd reached their destination. She had been so caught up in her body exploration that she hadn't even noticed that they'd reached the city centre. She threw the woman in her purse, paid and left the cab. She wondered if it was already time for a drink, so she took it slow while walking to the hotel. She passed a very crowded bar, when she heard her name being called. "Michelle!". It was more a whisper than anything. She turned her head to the table where she'd heard it, but nobody seemed to be looking at her. It was just a bunch of teenagers enjoying an afternoon icecream. "Michelle!" Again, this time there was no denying it. Somebody had whispered her name, trying to catch her attention. Only when she lowered her gaze she realized who had been trying to call her, and widened her eyes in surprise.