chapter 2: all aboard and orientation

On the day I was set to board the cruise, my mom drove me to the docks, crying the whole time. She was excited for me -- she knew my future was secure and bright -- but she was going to miss me. In the weeks leading up to this, she'd extensively packed for me -- putting together photos of family, the best of my wardrobe, my beauty products and more. Everything would be paid for going forward by the ship (including new phones, laptops, tvs), but it was still nice to start with the comforts of home.

My family was supportive of my decision to join the cruise, since it was so elite and prestigious. Only the fattest, laziest girls even made it past the application round. The fact that I was accepted within weeks of applying only spoke even more highly of my commitment. But they were still sad to see me go --- family visiting was only one week a year, and we had never been apart for so long before.

Although I had a loving home growing up, I was an anxious child. I picked up binge eating as a coping mechanism and then as a skill -- entering eating contests for money as I got older and piled on the pounds. I had been shy but popular in high school -- at least with the boys. I was a regular date at any of the local buffets as I soared past 200, 300...

But I knew I had more to offer the world than a small town could contain. As we pulled up to the dock, we saw waiting by the sidewalk that there were scooters -- they weren't going to expect us to walk onto the ship, after all. Mom parked and had a waiting porter help her load my lifetime of luggage onto a nearby cart. We hugged goodbye tearfully, as she tried to make her arms reach completely around me. Although I was sad, I refused to look back, and so I followed the porter, rolling along.

After checking in and boarding the ship, I followed my luggage to a suite on the B deck -- there were four decks on ship, ranked by weight. The heavier you were, the nicer your amenities. I was very lucky to be on B deck -- it was only for SSBBW's over 500 lbs. I had to cross 750 to get promoted up to A deck, and I knew that was probably a year or so off. C levels were 350-500, and D levels -- new girls -- were 200-350. No one under 200 was even considered for admission.

As I entered my stateroom, I was informed that I was given one of the "high expectancy" suites on B deck. This meant they had high hopes for my performance -- I was likely to gain quickly, and they wanted to be able to better accommodate my growing girth. I was, naturally, honored. As my porter unpacked for me, I sat down on my nice new loveseat (to me, it was essentially a chair) and helped myself to the tray of succulent snacks left out for me -- fatty cheeses, two loaves of thick warm bread, and a box of 48 fine chocolates. Once the porter was finished, I thanked him, and lied down for a pre-orientation nap.

I was awoken at three by my new maid, Hana, who would be responsible for my needs going forward. She introduced herself, and explained she would be keeping me on schedule, handling my food requests, and addressing my medical and cleanliness needs. She would give me a bath and a massage every day. She also made sure I woke up on time for meals and took my medications -- pills for blood pressure, diabetes, and cholesterol, as well as appetite stimulants, muscle relaxers and sedatives to keep me calm, comfortable, hungry (and horny).

Thankfully, Hana had woken me in time to dress for my new boarder orientation. Minimal dress was required on the ship -- all the better for the paying customers to admire our bodies -- but full makeup and hair was always expected. If the time came where my fingers ever grew too thick and clumsy to handle the task, Hana was trained to primp for me.

After fixing my hair and makeup, slipping into a loose bralette and a pair of soft, loose booty shorts, I plopped down in my scooter and rode off to orientation, stopping at the snack booths along the way to grab a handful of this or that.

During orientation, they went over our contractual obligations (sex with anyone, at any time; no declining food unless you were about to vomit; always taking our pills, etc.) as well as where we could find food, what hours room service was available (24) and how our daily schedules would work.

Basically, we were required to eat a minimum of three public meals (meaning in one of the numerous dining rooms) over the course of the day (meals were served every hour), all of which had to be in excess of 2,000 calories. During those meals we would be fed by the men who had paid thousands to be on the cruise and enjoy this privilege. In addition to the public meals, we would have one middle of the night feeding, where we would be hooked up to a funnel and fed "gain shake" from a feeding machine. These shakes contained 3,000 calories, and since we went back to sleep right after eating them, our metabolisms were practically dormant, and so they turned directly to fat. We also had to go to one social hour a day, usually where we could get drunk or smoke. We were also required to have sex twice a day (though we would likely receive gifts and privileges if we did so more often). Luckily, we could choose our hours for sex, indicating our availability by flipping a light switch near our bed.

Beyond that, we were free to do as we pleased, but it was implied that we would likely attend many more meals, or rely more heavily on room service. They also weighed us and took all our measurements so they could track our progress over time, and informed us we would also receive an entirely new wardrobe to enjoy aboard the ship.

I weighed 507 lbs -- a size 26 -- with 50 H breasts. I was pleased with my stats, but eager to see them balloon.

So as orientation ended, we went off to our first meal.