MsCezanne's Odyssey

It had been a busy year. Matt and Annie had broken up, gained weight, gotten back together, gained more weight, moved in together and gained even more weight. Then Matt got a raise, Annie quit her job and they really started to gain weight.

Things had finally settled into the new routine. Matt made occasional office visits, though he could do most of his work from home via telephone and computer. Annie had dedicated herself to Matt. She cooked for him, she did the shopping and most of the chores around the apartment. She even helped keep Matt relaxed with daily massages with oils and lotions.

When Matt was busy with work, and her other tasks taken care of, Annie was busy in the home gym they had set up. At first they had debated where to put it, but they finally decided to keep it in the same area Matt was working. At first he found it somewhat distracting, but he also found it quite enjoyable watching Annie's bulbous form wobbling as she exercised.

It took a while for Annie to get into her groove with the exercise. She still had a very aggressive appetite herself, and found it much simpler to sit and eat with Matt. The main problem was that their combined size was simply too much for the bed or shower they liked to share. Over time she got into the habit of regular exercise, and the results were beginning to show.

Annie was far from slender, but Matt could see that she'd lost a considerable amount of weight. Her older clothes fit now, there was room for them in the bed and shower, and she was getting her chores done much quicker.

For Matt's part, he was gaining as quickly as Annie was losing. He was now quite a bit larger than she was, bringing their size ratio closer to when they were first dating. Matt loved the daily attention that Annie brought upon him, and if he had to gain weight for it, then that was a tiny price to pay.

Matt's happy home life contributed to better performance at work. He was offered a promotion, but he declined, it would require full time office work. He did accept another raise though, and they began investing the money for the future.

He continued to gain weight, his life before meeting Annie almost forgotten. The very idea of making his own food was foreign. He could manage the walk to the elevator, but he couldn't possibly do stairs, up or down. Even long walks were something he simply didn't do. His life was in the apartment: work, food and Annie, not always in that order.

As Matt's size grew to meet Annie's imagined perfect version of him, Annie's form continued to shrink. Matt enjoyed her fat, but did still long for the trim girl he had first met. Annie wasn't sure how slim she could get, but as her size dipped under the plus sizes, she found she really did enjoy losing weight as much as gaining it. If nothing else, she had plenty more energy to take care of Matt, and the room to do it.

Through some shrewd financial work, their savings started growing as quickly as Matt did. He went from being a full time employee to being a contractor. Because they now had a home based business, with Annie as an employee, they were making more money, with less work for Matt.

"Who knew that getting so fat would make me so rich?" Matt asked as he lay on a table while Annie gave him a professional grade massage.

Annie purred a little as she rolled the familiar soft folds of his back in her hands, "I knew that once you finally gained weight, life would be perfect. But I never saw the road we'd have to travel!"

"I still can't believe that I'm basically being paid to stay home and get fat," Matt's voice was gentle as he was reaching total relaxation.

"I can't believe that I'm getting paid to massage your fat for two hours a day," Annie cooed back.

"That's a benefit, you're paid to clean," Matt replied dreamily.

"So I can stop whenever I want?"

"Mmmhmmm. But you don't want to stop, do you?"

"Not for a second baby," Annie grinned. She crawled right up on his back and put her arms around him.

"There was a time you could crush me by doing that," Matt said playfully.

"You callin' me fat, big boy?"

"Just saying that you were pretty jumbo."

"I was jumbo? So what does that make you?"

"Hmmmm," Matt thought a moment. "It makes me hungry."

"Hungry?" Annie sat up, her legs astride his broad back. "That doesn't make sense."

Matt tried to turn to look at her. She dug her heels into his generous love handles to get traction on his glistening flesh. His hands reached back and grapped her ankles. "Yeah, hungry. Are you going to feed me, or am I going to have to eat you?"

"You're not going to eat me!"

"I will if you're not going to feed me!"

"You only eat jumbo food! I'm not jumbo anymore, you said it yourself. Besides, once I'm gone, who's going to feed you?" Annie felt Matt's grip release. She slid down off his back, and hurried to grab a snack from the kitchen.

When she came back Matt was sitting up on the massage table. His chest was laying atop his belly. His belly was piled up across his lap. His legs were forced apart, with the belly hanging between, on top, and slightly over them.

Annie handed him the bowl of chips and said, "I think you're going to need some more!"

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