Emily, an 18-year-old blonde with sparkling blue eyes and a slim, flat belly, strides confidently up the gangway in her crop top and shorts, her suitcase trailing behind. She pauses at the railing, eyes wide with anticipation as she gazes at the endless buffet tables visible through the glass walls. "Three weeks of paradise, here I come!" she exclaims, her voice bubbling with excitement.
On her first evening, Emily joins a crowd at the dessert station, her eyes as wide as saucers at the sight of chocolate fountains and towers of pastries. She loads her plate, laughter mingling with the clink of glasses and the hum of conversation. "I’ve never seen so much food in my life," she marvels to a fellow passenger, savoring every bite with unabashed delight.
By the end of the first week, Emily's shorts feel snug, and her crop top reveals a soft curve where her flat belly used to be. She laughs it off, lounging by the pool with a plate of nachos, her skin glowing in the sunlight. "I guess I’m really getting my money’s worth," she jokes to her new friends, popping another chocolate-covered strawberry into her mouth.
Emily[/@ch_1] struggles to tug on her favorite denim shorts.]
She sucks in her breath, but the button refuses to close. With a sheepish grin, she surveys herself in the mirror—her once-flat belly now round and soft, her thighs fuller. "Well, I guess it’s time for the bikini," she admits, rummaging for the only thing that still fits.
Emily[/@ch_1] steps out in her bikini, her belly now decidedly prominent, but her smile just as bright.]
She cannonballs into the pool, water splashing everywhere as she emerges, laughing. Friends cheer her on, and she lounges confidently on a deck chair, sipping a fruity drink. "Who knew vacation could taste this good?" she says, stretching contentedly in the sun.
Emily stands at the railing in her loose sundress, her belly pressing gently against the fabric. She grins, remembering every decadent meal and carefree moment. "Best three weeks ever—even if my clothes disagree," she laughs, waving goodbye to the ship and the memories she’ll carry home.
