Bella lounged in the spinning chair, her glossy black hair draping over the flickering monitor that served as her face. Her slender, goth frame contrasted with the vibrant chaos of the room, the only calm presence amid the stacks of circuit boards and blinking LEDs. With her uncle gone for the week, a sense of daring freedom settled in.
"If I'm ever going to try downloading those mods, now's the time," she muttered, fingers flying across the keyboard, eyes glittering with anticipation.
The moment the .EXE finished installing, a ripple ran through Bella's body. Her once-thin frame began to balloon outward, her belly stretching her favorite :\ shirt until the mouth looked worried. She gasped, arms wrapping around her new, soft middle, feeling the heavy weight press against her knees.
"No way… Is this some kind of joke?" she whimpered, cheeks flushing with a mix of panic and odd delight.
Bella waddled to her bedroom, every step making her new girth jiggle. Posters of gloomy bands stared down as she frantically typed commands into her terminal, sweat beading at her brow. Each time she uninstalled the .EXE, it cunningly replicated itself, doubling her size in a perverse loop.
"Uninstall, uninstall, UNINSTALL! Ugh, why does it keep coming back?" she groaned, fingers mashing the keyboard as her belly pressed uncomfortably against the desk.
After days of struggle, Bella gave in to the strange new sensation. Her form now round and bouncy, she found herself rolling and bouncing around the workshop, knocking over tool bins with giggles reverberating from her speaker grill. What began as a curse had become a source of secret joy—her chubby body making each bounce and spin more exhilarating.
"Maybe... it's not the worst thing ever," she mused, letting herself roll with abandon, her laughter echoing off steel shelves.
Uncle John returned, arms full of groceries, only to freeze at the sight of his niece rolling gleefully across the floor like a goth-themed beach ball. His brow furrowed, concern and exasperation mixing as he set the bags down.
"Bella! What on earth happened in here?"
"I... had a little accident with a .EXE. But I kinda like it," she admitted, her screen displaying a sheepish, stretched-out :/ face.
Uncle John scrambled for his laptop, determined to restore Bella to her original form. Each attempt to remove the program only made her rounder, the digital infection spreading to his own devices. With a sigh, he slumped into his chair, surrendering to the inevitable.
"Alright, you win, Bella. Just… try not to break any more furniture,"
"No promises, Uncle. But hey—at least life’s more fun this way!" she replied, rolling past him as her laughter filled the workshop with a new kind of energy.
