chapter 5: on the up and up

The next morning, Hana woke my around 9. I was starving, likely due to the appetite enhancers. But before I could eat, I had to weigh in. And before I could go to the weigh in, I had to get ready.

I waddled my way into the bathroom, and sat down in the shower. Hana followed after me, hosing me down and soaping me up. Once she had washed all the sweat and crumbs off my body, I dragged myself out of the shower and sat down at my comfortable dressing table (with a double wide chair) and began styling my hair and makeup. After being helped into a small, loose, low-cut dress, I scootered off to the weigh in.

Once in line with the other new B levels, I began to chat with the other girls, taking an instant like to a girl named Samantha, or Sammy for short. Sammy was young like me, funny, blonde, and beautiful. She weighed in right before me, and had put on 8 pounds since yesterday - clearly the most of all the other girls. She was thrilled, and I gave her a high five as she got off the scale. Then it was my turn.

Nervously, I walked over and stood on the scale. 517. I had put on 10 pounds since yesterday. I knew most of this was salt, and my body would adjust, and that I shouldn't expect gains of this caliber regularly. Still, I was thrilled! Sammy and I scootered off to breakfast together, eager to be fed piles of deep fried french toast and heavy bacon.

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A month passed, and I had begun to feel completely at home on the ship. Each day I felt like I learned something new about myself, about the program, or about the lifestyle I had chosen.

I learned quickly that I liked to eat less at breakfast and more at lunch and dinner. I learned massages were wonderful for keeping my joints from aching, and that if I wanted ice cream at a moment's notice, all I had to do was ask.

While I'd made friends with the rest of my fellow B levels quickly, Sammy and I seemed to become best friends over night. We were clearly the biggest eaters of the new B levels, always attending more meals than required. We also did everything together -- swim, nap, eat, shop, eat, drink, eat, smoke, and eat. Our friendship only inspired us both to eat more, and we were noticeably than many of the girls we started with -- even after only a month. Sammy and I both had put on more than 30 lbs in our first month, though we had slowed to around 5 pounds a week once our bodies had acclimated. Still, it was substantially more than most of the others, who hovered around 2 pounds.

Over the course of the month, I had also come to better understand the groups of men who were on the ship. There were the week-ers, men who could only afford one week in paradise. They were frantic fuckers, eager to take every chance to fulfill their fetish and enjoy themselves. Then there were the regulars -- guys who came for a week or two, three or four times a year. They were more stable, preferring long, elaborate feeding sessions and slow, sloppy fucks. Then there were the full-time residents, the men who lived on the ship year-round, only leaving when they wanted to travel elsewhere. They were special treats, men who knew how to endurance feed and move fat around for the most pleasurable fuck.

Overall, I was having a blast. My ability to eat was growing, my sex life was better than ever, and my every whim was catered to. I felt like a queen! If this was what the B level was like, I couldn't wait to level up.