chapter 6

As I followed Paula, the nicely scented woman from the room, what Abram said echoed in my mind.

‘When they're done with me? What does that mean?’ I pictured a dozen men eager to use my hole, slowly drowning me in semen and sweat. Now that I was caught they could do anything they wanted. In essence I was a sex slave, to be used by whomever, whenever it suited them. Puala tried making small talk as we descended into the lower floors of the ship, but I just kept my head down. If this was to be my new life, I needed to be mentally prepared.

Eventually we reached a pair of sliding glass doors, with the word, ‘Spa and Massage” adorned on a plaque above. I knew ‘massage’ was code for sex back on the shore, so I figured I knew what was going to happen to me. I tried my best to be brave, but I felt a tear leak down my face.

“Oh sweetie,” Paula cooed, “it won’t be that bad. Waxing is a brief pain, but it will please the captain.” She bent down to give me a hug, and her cloud of scented oils washed around me. When she drew back and looked into my eyes I had to admit I felt better. I worked up some courage and asked the question that had been burning in my mind.

“How many?” This time Paula was the one to blink blankly.
“Wax strips? Will depend on how hairy you are. By the look of you-” I shook my head violently.
“No, how many men will I have to please? Over ten a day, twenty?” Paula’s face was clouded with confusion until realization broke with a grin.

“Honey, oh you poor thing. You must be terrified. I’ll have to ask the captain how they found you. No dear, the only cock you need to worry about is the captain’s. He just wanted us to bring you here to… freshen you up a bit.” Paula playfully pinched her nose. “Must have been at least a week since you showered, no?”

I stood looking past the glass doors bewildered. In front of me was the nicest spa I had ever seen, actually, the first. Baths, massage tables, shelves full of the best skincare and muscle relaxation products. Three different workers stood at attention at various tables, their uniforms pressed and labeled with their job title.

“This is… for me?” I mewed, to which Paula linked an arm under mine.
“Yes, and we are going to make that body sing! Now get through those doors and get rid of those clothes.” she sang, pinching her nose, “I think I want to burn them.”

I walked through the doors, gasping as Paula unceremoniously undressed me from behind. I might have avoided the life of a sex slave, but being the captain’s concubine meant I was going to be naked a lot in front of a lot of people, and I would just have to get used to it.

Over the next few hours I was transformed. My nails were clipped, calluses ground, face exfoliated. I was given a haircut, my eyebrows were plucked. Most of it was heavenly, except the waxing. I cried out as hair was ripped from my ass, groin, and armpits, but when it was done I was massaged with scented oil over my entire hairless body. By the time it was over I felt like a totally different person. As I thought we were about to leave Paula gave my stomach, which had mostly gone back to its normal level since dinner, a poke. The aura of eased relaxation that I had been in the last few hours popped like a bubble. The feeling of being treated like a prize cow shot through me. I looked up at her, eyes like saucer plates.

“We couldn’t believe how much you fit in there earlier. It was enough that you were young and pretty, but being gay... having that appetite... One and a million chance.”

Paula sank her finger deeper into my abdomen.
“Pardo-eeellch,” the belch came out of me mid question. Paula fanned her nose and giggled.

“The captain’s not the only one excited to see you grow.” Paula began to smile in that hungry way the captain did. “He’s assembled us over the years because of our… vested interests. It’s fun making guests pop a button or two, but having our own personal pig is something we’ve only dreamed of. I watched you put it away earlier, but I felt like you weren’t quite done yet. You’re a big eater, but we will see exactly how big.”

The three spa workers grinned at me at once. I was still laid on my back on the massage table, naked, and covered in oil. I felt nervous, as restraints were wrapped around my wrists and ankles three large containers were brought before me. Each was marked with that pink pig marker that was on my keycard.

“The captain is a busy man,” Paula said, as the masseuse fixed a camera in my direction, “I’ve been authorized to feed you in his absence, to ensure your growth remains on schedule. I will document all our sessions of course. Today I will have you drink all the liquid here, three liters. Do you think you can do that?

Paula patted my upturned belly, still not totally empty from the banquet earlier. Three liters of what looked like chocolate milkshake seemed an insane amount, but I didn’t have a choice. I nodded weakly.

“I’ll try.” Paula’s smile widened as a funnel was brought to my lips.
“Drink steady and slow, and don’t stop until I say.”

As the first of the liquid met my throat I nearly gasped at how cold it was. It tasted like chocolate mousse, and I was grateful for that as I sucked down the first liter. I felt quite full, but as the second liter was poured in I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath. Paula didn’t give me long between each swallow. If I took too long I felt her nails pinch the skin of my ballsack, the pain bright and immediate. I grew more and more stuffed, beads of sweat popped out on my forehead as I focused on downing as much as I could with each mouthful. By the time the second liter was through I felt like an overfilled balloon. The discomfort was immense, I focused on moving as little as possible as to not disturb the dome that resided on my abdomen. I was sweating, in my mind it was the shake pressing through my pores, but to my horror there was no brake for the third liter.

The going ground to a crawl. I tried my best, but only managed a few more gulps before whimpering in pain, rivulets of shake ran down my inflated cheeks as I began to cry from the discomfort.

“That’s enough!” Paula cried, putting a sympathetic finger under my chin as she withdrew the tube. I looked up through tear stained eyes into hers as the apparatus was removed. he second the restraints were lifted I clutched my grossly distended belly as Paula wrote something down in her notebook.

“I needed to see your limit, for measurement purposes. This will let us calibrate your meals to push you right. Good pig. Time to go now.”

I moaned and tried sitting up, not rising more than an inch before my oiled up flesh smacked back down. A wave of chuckles sounded as my stomach clutched.

“Now, we couldn’t risk you losing those calories now could we? Walking around will jostle that gut we’re growing, you're new to this and I don't want to risk it coming back up. Why don’t you sit and let us do all the work.” I nodded, unable to keep my eyes open from the pain. I felt a robe being wrapped around me, then the cool air of the halls as I was wheeled back to the captain's room. All I could do was rub at the bloat. Before I passed out I heard Abram talking.

“Two and a half liters on top of what he had earlier? Impressive Paula.” I winced as his rough hand rubbed the curve of my middle.

“I have a feeling this will be more fun than we ever imagined.”