With the time you had left in your first day, you and Brinley quickly reached the conclusion that you both wanted to visit the spa, and get full-body massages. What better way to begin a vacation then with complete and utter blissful relaxation, after all?
Bidding farewell to your cousins (which was a huge relief to you, as you just knew Carmine would've messed something up if she'd tagged along), you and your wife headed to the spa. Inez did give you a strange knowing look as you departed, and Carmine gave you a huge smirk which unsettled you. It was almost like your cousins knew that somehow, even in their absence, things would go wrong for you, and you were determined to prove them incorrect, and insist that this would be a peaceful and amazing vacation.
Of course, that being said, it took mere seconds for things to go slightly off-track, as your elated wife began skipping in excitement towards the spa, seemingly forgetting you were perched on her shoulder. You ended up tumbling off and falling down into her cleavage, which rather quickly and effortlessly claimed your entire being as her huge breasts heaved and jiggled as she ran down the hallway, clapping and slapping against you, and pinning you on all sides with her massive, heavy boobs, burying you in flesh.
Thankfully, your wife slowed down once she reached the spa, and also quickly realized what she'd done to you. Sheepishly smiling, she giggled and apologized with a saliva-smearing kiss against her heavenly plump lips, before returning you to her shoulder and entering the spa area. By the time she strolled up to the front desk, you'd wiped your wife's spit off of you, and had mostly reoriented yourself.
The beautiful black-haired girl behind the desk smiled warmly at your wife, and not so subtly checked out Brinley's giant and mostly-exposed boobs. "Welcome, ma'am. I hope you've been having a lovely day. How can I help you?"
Brinley grinned. "I totally hope this day is, like, gonna get even more lovelier! Me and my wife wanna get full-body massages!"
"We'd be happy to assist, as soon as your wife arrives." The girl (whose nametag read 'Luisa').
"Oh, she's right here!" Brinley chuckled, and angled her shoulder closer to Luisa...a bit too emphatically, resulting in you letting out a surprised cry and tumbling off your wife's shoulder, then smacking down onto the desk in front of Luisa.
Luisa arched an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't notice your tiny. I apologize."
"It's no biggie!" Brinley waved her hand. "And her name is Allegra!"
"That's a wonderful name for her." Luisa smiled, eyes firmly on Brinley. She'd barely glanced in your direction at all, actually, and it was somewhat perturbing you the way that she, and even your wife, were talking about you almost like you weren't right there in front of them. Not that you could blame your wife, who was easily swayed by others, and Luisa's manner of speaking seemed tailored towards ignoring your existence.
"It's cute, isn't it? Just like she is!" Your wife beamed. "My adorable, lovely, squishy little Allegra!"
"She must serve you well. She looks like a competent tiny."
"Um, that's, like, a silly way to put it, but yeah! She's amazing!" Brinley happily nodded. "Anyway, we'd both like massages!"
Luisa tapped her chin. "I assume you mean the Full-Body Tiny Treatment Massage?"
Your wife's brow furrowed adorably. "Uh...maybe? Like, what's that?"
"The massage of choice for women like yourself who bring a tiny that is...special...to them." Luisa smiled softly, and something about the look in her eye perturbed you.
Brinley, though, failed to pick up on that (as she did many nuanced social cues), and simply giggled. "Ooh, then yes! That sounds amazing, let's do that one!"
"Absolutely, ma'am. It's my pleasure." Luisa smiled again, and this time her eyes did flick down to you...and you shuddered at the look on her face.
Nervous, you spoke up. "U-Um, Brinley, babe? Maybe we should--"
Your wife excitedly and loudly talked over you. "You're excited too, right Allegra? I know, I am too! This is gonna be awesome!"
"N-No, Brinley, I was actually going to say that--"
This time, it was Luisa who talked over you. "Now, ma'am, you may follow my associate to your room." She pointed to another spa employee. "I'll join you in a minute, and will be your personal masseuse."
"Allegra stays here?" Brinley asked, a modicum of concern creeping into her voice.
"Of course. She needs to get ready too." Luisa explained.
Brinley (bless her airheaded heart) bought that reasoning immediately, flashed you a happy grin, then sauntered off, heedless to your continued calls after her. She met up with the other employee, and then disappeared down the hallway towards the massage room.
Meekly, you turned back around to Luisa. "Uh, miss? What exactly is this type of massage we've signed up for?"
Luisa smirked down at you, her professionalism slipping into coy amusement. "The massage you little things were born for, obviously. You'll be her personal rag, rubbed all over that thick sexy body of hers."
Your eyes widened. "W-Wait, what? I don't want that!"
"Uh, but she chose this massage type, little one." Luisa rolled her eyes. "And I'm not listening to a bug over a normal human being. Besides, aren't you two married, or something? As gross as that is to me, you should be thrilled to be so up-close with her body, right? As smoking-hot as it is, a perverted tiny like you has gotta love that!"
"I'm not a 'perverted tiny'!" You protested. "I'm a human being like you, and I--"
And further comment from you got summarily ended by Luisa sighing and slapping her hand down atop you, crushing you instantly.
She then, quickly, efficiently, and callously, peeled you from her desk and used a sharp nail to scrap your clothes off, rendering you utterly naked. After that, she molded and stretched your body, contorting your malleable form until you were roughly the shape of a square towel, about two feet by two feet. Your flesh-toned skin made you look like the other brown and tan towels the spa used, and for good measure Luisa smeared your facial features a bit to make you that much less recognizable. Finally, she slung you over her shoulder, your face facing outward.
Before she left the desk, a coworker spotted you. "Ooh, is that another selfless tiny volunteering to be used in the massage with their loved one?"
"Yep, totally selfless. Uh huh." Luisa nodded.
The coworker frowned. "That...didn't sound convincing. Luisa, please tell me you didn't pressure another tiny into doing this. It's meant to be an expression of love, not a way for you to keep being mean to those little cuties!"
"Uh, this lady volunteered. I promise. Besides, I said I'd stop doing that, right? I'm a girl of my dreams."
The coworker hardly looked convinced. "If you say so, Luisa."
Luisa suddenly smirked. "And, hey, this lady seemed really amped up to do this. Maybe she'll even want to volunteer to be used for other people at our spa. Like she can stick around for a few weeks or months, kinda like those PET things."
"Really? That would certainly be wonderful." The coworker admitted. "Normal towels just can't compete with a tiny volunteer, can they?"
"No, they cannot." Luisa chuckled under her breath, before finally bidding her coworker farewell and heading off to Brinley's room.
Once she entered, she strolled over to a counter full of supplies, and began sorting through them to prepare for Brinley's length full-body massage. Over Luisa's shoulder, you caught sight of your wife, and briefly felt a wave of attraction and carnal desire. Brinley had stripped naked, and was lying out on the massage bed. Her massive breasts squeezed under her torso, and her mountainous booty stuck up and wobbled a bit as she craned her neck to look at Luisa.
"I'm so excited!" Your wife announced, and her voice snapped you from your lustful staring, as you realized that unless a quick miracle occurred, you'd be experiencing this massage not beside your lovely wife, but forced to scrub and smear all over her curvaceous body instead!
"It'll be one to remember." Luisa announced, before summarily dunking you in a bowl filled with lotion-like liquid. Your affected genetics instantly began absorbing the liquid, making you feel heavy and sopping...and that much more towel-like. Luisa, once finished, then strolled over to your wife, and smiled at her. "Are you ready to begin!"
"Absolutely!" Brinley beamed, taking one final look at Luisa and the somewhat familiar towel in her hand...
1) Your wife fails to recognize you, and so you endure the entire massage being scrubbed all over Brinley's body, while she relaxes blissfully.
2) Your wife actually recognizes you, and though she doesn't realize Luisa is at fault, she demands you be spared this experience. Luisa begrudgingly obliges, and calls in another masseuse to work on you personally once you reform.
3) Your wife actually recognizes you, but Luisa manages to convince her that you willingly agreed to do this. Satisfied, Brinley thanks you and gets comfy, and Luisa puts you to work massaging your wife's bountiful body.
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