A new era – The Spa 

Jamie and Zoe stood in the spa's back room, dwarfed by the enormous pile of clothing discarded by Claudia. The towering woman had left her sweat-soaked garments carelessly strewn about, filling the room with a thick, almost suffocating odor that clung to the Micros’ senses. Her enormous size, even for a Normie, only added to the overwhelming task ahead. 

Jamie grinned as he picked up one of Claudia’s discarded socks, its weight heavy in his arms, while Zoe hesitated, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “This is the best part of the job,” Jamie said, almost reverently. He marveled at the faint warmth still lingering in the fabric, his face lighting up as if he were holding a prized treasure. He was dressed in a white robe that had once been pristine, but by now, it was smudged with dirt and grime from his earlier tasks. 

Zoe, in her own white robe, shared none of his enthusiasm. “I’ll never get used to this,” she muttered under her breath, struggling to lift one of Claudia’s enormous shoes. The thick leather gave off an overpowering scent of sweat, and she gagged slightly as she hauled it toward the clothes bin. “Why don’t Normies ever think to clean up after themselves?” 

Jamie laughed, shrugging off Zoe’s frustration as they finally managed to get all of Claudia’s dirty clothes into the collection bin. “That’s why we’re here,” he said cheerfully, wiping his hands on his robe, which was now stained and crumpled from the effort. 

They returned to the spa room where Claudia, already settled on the massage table, awaited their service. Her massive, corpulent body sprawled out across the surface, her skin glistening with sweat from the steam room. Claudia was by far the largest Normie they’d ever worked with, her sheer size making the task ahead daunting. 

“Well, we better start with her feet,” Zoe sighed, glancing at the massive pair dangling over the edge of the table. Each of Claudia’s meaty feet was nearly as long as Zoe was tall, the sweat between her toes making the task all the more unpleasant. 

As they moved closer, the odor of Claudia’s feet hit them like a wall—an earthy, musky scent mixed with sweat. Jamie seemed undeterred, smiling as he grabbed the cleaning cloth and began to work between her toes, relishing the task. Zoe, however, had to force herself to stay focused, trying to ignore the stickiness of the sweat clinging to her hands as she scrubbed at Claudia’s other foot. 

Suddenly, Claudia shifted. Her leg jerked slightly as if she were scratching an itch, and before Zoe could react, a massive foot swung toward her. The impact knocked Zoe off her balance, sending her tumbling backward. She hit the ground with a soft thud, groaning in frustration as Jamie stifled a laugh. 

Jamie and Zoe had just finished hauling away Claudia’s discarded clothes, which still emanated the strong odor of sweat and perfume. The clothes bin was oversized by Micro standards, with special compartments to separate the various items for cleaning. Claudia’s swimwear was all she wore now as she waited impatiently on the bench. The Micros returned, wearing their white robes, which would undoubtedly get stained during their work. The fabric, while comfortable, clung to their tiny forms as they prepared for the grueling task ahead. 

“Alright, Claudia, you can lie down now, and we’ll start with the massage,” Jamie said with cheerful enthusiasm, his voice raised to catch her attention. Claudia, towering over them, barely acknowledged his words with more than a grunt. Her massive form shifted, and as she rose to stand, one of her meaty feet came crashing down onto Jamie. He yelped in surprise, his small body compressed beneath her sole. The soft rubbery texture of her skin pressed into him, and for a moment, he was completely flattened under her weight. 

Claudia hadn’t even noticed. 

“Jamie, you alright?” Zoe called, her voice tinged with irritation. 

Jamie’s voice came out in a muffled reply, “Yeah, no problem at all.” The Gumtasticas had done its job, allowing him to survive the incident without injury. He squeezed himself out from under Claudia’s foot and brushed off the grime with a grin. Zoe, meanwhile, could barely hide her disgust, already anticipating how bad things were going to get. 

Claudia climbed onto the massage table, her corpulent figure causing the entire surface to groan under her weight. The massive expanse of her body was daunting, especially to Zoe, who stared up at the task ahead. Claudia’s sweaty skin glistened under the dim lights, and the heat radiating from her body was palpable even from the Micros’ perspective. 

Jamie, still beaming, set to work with eager hands as they both approached Claudia’s massive, meaty feet. Zoe, however, wrinkled her nose, already dreading what was to come. 

The feet themselves were gigantic, the soles lined with creases that told the story of hours spent walking or standing. The smell hit them first—a powerful musk of sweat and the slight sour tang that lingered between her toes. Claudia’s foot twitched slightly, causing Zoe to stumble back a step. 

“This is… just great,” Zoe muttered sarcastically, but she knew complaining wouldn’t change anything. 

As they both massaged Claudia’s feet, Jamie's enthusiasm shone through. He dug his hands into the soft, sweaty flesh, savoring the way the warm skin yielded under his touch. The smell didn’t bother him—in fact, he relished it, almost basking in the heady odor of Claudia’s feet. The slick, sweaty surface made his job more challenging, but Jamie embraced every moment, the scent and feel of the task filling him with a strange satisfaction. 

Zoe, on the other hand, fought to keep her composure. The feel of Claudia’s greasy skin beneath her hands made her grimace, and the smell was overpowering. The rich, pungent scent of sweat clung to her nostrils, making her gag slightly. She rubbed at the flesh mechanically, trying not to let her revulsion show too much. As she worked, she was more focused on the clock than anything else, counting down the minutes until this nightmare would be over. 

Suddenly, Claudia shifted, scratching at an itch on her leg. Her massive foot jerked without warning, and the movement sent Zoe sprawling backward, nearly knocked over by the sheer force of the motion. “Hey! Watch it!” Zoe yelped, struggling to regain her footing. Claudia didn’t seem to notice at all. 

Jamie just chuckled, clearly enjoying himself despite everything. “Careful, Zoe! Gotta be nimble!” 

Zoe shot him a glare as she stood back up, wiping her brow and sighing in frustration. Claudia’s inattentive, clumsy nature made their job that much harder, and Zoe could only grit her teeth and endure, while Jamie continued his work with an almost disturbing amount of joy. 

After Claudia’s feet were cleaned and massaged, it was time to move on to the more demanding part of the job—cleaning and oiling her massive back and legs. Claudia rolled over onto her front, the massage table creaking loudly under her weight as her corpulent form shifted. Jamie and Zoe stood at the foot of the table, staring up at the mountainous expanse of flesh before them. Claudia’s back stretched out in front of them like a vast landscape, her skin slick with sweat from the warmth of the spa. 

Jamie was, as always, eager to get started. His white robe, now stained with traces of sweat and oil from their earlier task, clung to his tiny form as he prepared his tools. “Alright, Zoe, let’s get this done,” he said, his voice full of enthusiasm. He practically bounced on his feet, the excitement of being so close to a Normie, and especially Claudia, almost overwhelming him. 

Zoe, on the other hand, could barely hide her discomfort. Her own robe was similarly stained, but she wore it like a badge of distaste. The smell of sweat and oil clung to her nostrils, the thick musk of Claudia’s body filling the air around them. The heat radiating off Claudia’s skin made the room feel even more oppressive, and Zoe wrinkled her nose as she stared up at the daunting task ahead. 

“Let’s just get it over with,” Zoe muttered under her breath, grabbing a sponge that was almost as big as she was. 

They climbed onto small ladders at the side of the massage table to reach Claudia’s back. The scent of sweat and body heat hit them immediately, stronger now that they were closer. Claudia’s skin was slick and warm, and the sound of her breathing, slow and deep, filled the room like a distant rumble of thunder. 

Jamie worked with his usual enthusiasm, scrubbing at Claudia’s back with vigor. He didn’t mind the sweat or the grease—it was just another part of the job he loved. The feel of Claudia’s smooth, warm skin beneath his hands excited him, and he relished every moment of the work. The scent of her body was intoxicating to him, a mix of salty sweat and a lingering trace of her perfume. For Jamie, it was perfection. 

Zoe, meanwhile, was fighting to keep her breakfast down. The slickness of Claudia’s skin made every movement feel heavier, and the constant scent of sweat and body heat was suffocating. Zoe’s hands slipped on the greasy surface more than once, and she had to constantly readjust her grip on the sponge to avoid tumbling down. The oppressive heat of Claudia’s body, combined with the thick, musky air, made every breath feel like a chore. 

As they worked their way down Claudia’s back, scrubbing and cleaning every inch, Claudia let out a satisfied sigh, her massive body settling deeper into the massage table. The sound of her contentment was loud enough to vibrate through the table, and for a moment, Jamie and Zoe paused, holding their breaths as they waited for her to settle. 

Once Claudia’s back was cleaned, it was time to apply the oil. Jamie eagerly grabbed the bottle, his hands trembling with excitement as he poured the golden liquid onto his palms. Zoe watched him, a mixture of disgust and disbelief on her face as she prepared herself for the next part of their task. 

Rubbing the oil onto Claudia’s skin was no easy feat. Her body was so large that it felt like they were trying to oil down a small hill. Jamie, of course, dove into the task with relish, his hands moving in smooth, firm motions across Claudia’s glistening skin. He practically hummed with pleasure as he worked, savoring the feel of her warm flesh beneath his palms. 

Zoe, on the other hand, worked mechanically, her face twisted in a grimace as she spread the oil over Claudia’s skin. The smell of the oil mixed with the lingering scent of sweat, creating a heady, almost nauseating aroma that filled the air. Claudia’s skin was soft but greasy, and every motion felt like an effort for Zoe. She glanced at the clock, wishing desperately for this session to be over. 

Claudia, for her part, was oblivious to the Micros’ struggles. She lay there, relaxed and content, her massive body radiating heat and satisfaction as Jamie and Zoe worked tirelessly across her skin. To her, they were nothing more than tools, insignificant in the grand scheme of things. 

As they moved down to her legs, Zoe stumbled slightly, her foot slipping on the oily surface. She caught herself just in time, but not without shooting Jamie a glare, who was still humming happily to himself as he worked. Zoe sighed, wiping the sweat from her brow, and continued rubbing the oil into Claudia’s thick, meaty legs. 

For Jamie, this was heaven. For Zoe, it was another day in her personal nightmare. 

With Claudia’s back and legs now thoroughly cleaned and oiled, the next task was even more daunting—trimming her armpit hair. Claudia remained lying on the massage table, her massive arms resting lazily at her sides, oblivious to the effort it would take for the tiny Micros to handle this next part of her “relaxation.” 

Jamie and Zoe exchanged glances, knowing this was going to be the hardest part of the session yet. Claudia’s corpulent figure stretched across the table like a landscape, and her armpits were cavernous, the thick hair there almost wild compared to the rest of her well-groomed body. Sweat clung to the coarse strands, the heat radiating from her skin only adding to the unpleasantness of the task. 

“Alright, Zoe, let's get this done,” Jamie said, his voice chipper despite the ordeal ahead. 

Zoe sighed heavily but grabbed her tools—a pair of specially crafted scissors designed for Micro workers. Each blade was massive in her hands, but it still felt like they were about to tackle a forest of hair. Claudia’s sweat made the hair stick together in clumps, and every time they approached one of her armpits, the intense, sour smell of body odor hit them like a wave. 

Jamie started on the right side, climbing onto a small ladder positioned next to Claudia’s arm. He reached into the thick, dark patch of armpit hair, the strands brushing against his face like greasy ropes. Undeterred, Jamie grabbed a clump of hair and began trimming, the blades of his scissors snipping away at the coarse strands with steady precision. The sound of each cut echoed faintly in the small space, and Jamie smiled to himself, enjoying the tactile sensation of the thick hair falling away beneath his hands. 

Zoe, on the other hand, was having a much harder time. The heat radiating from Claudia’s body was almost unbearable, and the smell of sweat and body odor was so thick it clung to her skin. Every time she tried to cut through a strand of hair, it resisted, as if the greasy strands were fighting back. Worse, the loose hair would sometimes stick to her skin or robe, the oily residue making it difficult to work efficiently. 

“Ugh, this is disgusting,” Zoe muttered, using her free hand to pull away a strand of hair that had stuck to her arm. 

Jamie, as usual, was unfazed. “Come on, Zoe, it’s not so bad! We’re almost done!” 

Zoe shot him a glare but kept working, her hands moving mechanically as she trimmed away at Claudia’s left armpit. Each cut of the scissors felt like a battle, the blades barely making a dent in the thick, sweat-slick hair. Sweat dripped down Zoe’s forehead as she worked, and she wiped it away with her sleeve, only to feel more of Claudia’s body heat radiating down on her. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they had managed to trim down the majority of the hair. But the job wasn’t finished yet—some of the thicker strands had to be removed by hand. Jamie, of course, was more than happy to dive in, grabbing fistfuls of the remaining hair and tugging it free with surprising ease. Each strand came away with a soft, wet sound, the sweat-slicked hair sticking to his hands as he worked. 

Zoe grimaced but followed suit, pulling away the remaining strands with far less enthusiasm. The hair clung to her fingers, and she could feel the greasy residue coating her skin. Each time she pulled a strand free, the sickly scent of sweat intensified, and she had to resist the urge to gag. 

Once the majority of the hair had been removed, Jamie and Zoe set to work cleaning up the loose strands. Claudia’s discarded hair was scattered all over the massage table like a dark, tangled mess, and the Micros carefully gathered it up, tossing each handful into the special buckets placed at the side of the table for disposal. 

Jamie hummed to himself as he worked, clearly in his element. Zoe, on the other hand, was counting the minutes until they were finished. The smell of sweat and body odor still lingered in the air, and the sensation of Claudia’s greasy hair sticking to her fingers was enough to make her skin crawl. But eventually, they managed to clean up the last of the fallen hair, and both Micros stood back, surveying their work. 

Claudia remained blissfully unaware of the effort it had taken, lying there as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. To her, it was just another part of her spa day. To Jamie and Zoe, it was a mountain of work 

With Claudia’s armpit hair finally trimmed and the loose strands cleared away, Jamie and Zoe knew their last tasks were ahead of them. Claudia, lying back on the massage table, let out a contented sigh, completely oblivious to the exhaustion of the tiny workers at her service. 

Jamie’s white robe, once pristine, was now dotted with smudges of oil and sweat, though he didn’t seem to mind. He looked up at Claudia’s massive figure sprawled across the massage table and beamed with pride. “Almost there, Zoe!” he said enthusiastically, wiping his brow. Zoe, on the other hand, was a different story. Her robe was just as stained as Jamie’s, but the disgust was clear on her face. 

“We should get this over with,” Zoe muttered, casting a glance at Claudia’s towering figure. She was visibly relieved that the end of their task was in sight. 

The final part of their job was relatively simple compared to the earlier challenges. The two Micros finished applying the last bit of oil to Claudia’s skin, rubbing it into her back, arms, and legs, ensuring every inch of her corpulent body gleamed under the spa’s soft lighting. Claudia lay there, basking in the sensation of the massage, completely oblivious to how much effort it took for the Micros to work across her massive form. 

“Zoe, don’t you love how soft the skin feels after the oil sets in?” Jamie asked, almost reverently, as he rubbed another handful of oil into Claudia’s leg. 

Zoe grimaced, keeping her focus on the work. “It’s slippery, Jamie. And it smells.” Indeed, the oil, mixed with Claudia’s lingering body odor, created a thick scent that clung to the air around them. To Jamie, it was almost pleasant, but to Zoe, it was overwhelming. 

After making sure every part of Claudia’s body had been massaged and oiled, the Micros stepped back from the table, taking a moment to admire their hard work. Claudia, oblivious as ever, remained still, her eyes closed in relaxation. She let out a satisfied hum and slowly began to stir, preparing to leave the table. 

As she sat up, Claudia’s massive weight shifted, causing the entire table to creak under her bulk. Jamie and Zoe both took a cautious step back, careful not to get caught under her large limbs. Claudia stretched, her corpulent form casting a wide shadow over the tiny workers. 

She stood up from the table, her colossal feet hitting the ground with a thud, but as she did so, her foot accidentally landed on Jamie. With his Gumtasticas fully absorbed, Jamie barely flinched, unfazed by the pressure of Claudia’s step. In fact, he seemed almost thrilled to have been stepped on by her, as if it were some kind of honor. “No worries, Miss Claudia!” Jamie called out, brushing himself off as if nothing had happened. 

Claudia, of course, paid no attention, not even noticing the minor mishap. She made her way to the shower, lumbering across the room with heavy footsteps, leaving behind the two exhausted Micros. 

As Claudia stepped into the shower to rinse off the oils, Jamie and Zoe gathered her freshly washed clothes from the bin where they had been placed earlier. Claudia’s discarded garments had been cleaned while she received her treatment, and it was now the Micros’ job to present them to her when she finished. 

After a few minutes, Claudia emerged from the shower, her corpulent figure glistening with droplets of water. Jamie, still eager to serve, carried the freshly laundered clothes toward her, holding them up with a wide smile. “Here you go, Miss Claudia! All fresh and clean!” he chirped, as though it were his greatest joy to deliver them. 

Zoe, meanwhile, stood nearby, arms crossed and visibly tired, her face still twisted in displeasure from the day’s work. But, at long last, it was over. 

Claudia dressed, giving a casual nod in their general direction—an unspoken acknowledgment of their service. She left the spa satisfied, clearly enjoying the luxurious treatment, even if she hadn’t noticed the enormous effort Jamie and Zoe had put in to make it happen. 

For the Micros, though, their workday had come to a close, and with Claudia gone, they could finally breathe again—well, at least Zoe could.