MsCezanne's Odyssey

I’ve been hovering around 260 for just over a month, and I’m really getting used to it. I still want to get back up to 280, but this is starting to feel ‘right’ to me. It’s been a long time since my body felt ‘right’, so maybe it’s something else entirely, I’ll just have to wait and see.

At 260 I’ve got great mobility. I can run and not feel dead after three steps. I can run without getting slapped in the face by my boobs. I can run and not worry about my underwear vanishing. I could probably get away with that at 280, but I’d get winded a big sooner.

At 260 I can stay on my feet for as long as I have to: at the store, in the kitchen, out shopping. I can get around the apartment fine, although, everything’s setup to accommodate Ian, so that’s not much. I get around the store pretty well too. Still have to be careful around the displays.

260 is a great size for sex too. I’ve got plenty of energy, and can move around Ian very easily now. A long time ago I’d have thought sex for fat people was dull. But it’s not, just more creative. Sure, Ian doesn’t do as much as he used to, but he makes up for it by having so much more to play with! Rubbing the cocoa butter and moisturisers into his flesh is the best foreplay this side of a bowl of ice cream. Or having his body all greased up and pinning me to the bed, well, anyone who limits themselves to skinny men has my undying pity.

My body just fits well with Ian’s. My little tummy rubbing against his massive belly. My long arms wrapped around his bosom.

260’s good, I think I’ll stay here for a while.