Princess Lyra[/@ch_1] is suddenly in charge, her uncle's absence leaving her free to roam and rule.]
Princess Lyra lounged across her throne, her flawless skin nearly glowing. She twirled a golden strand of hair impatiently, her anger simmering just beneath the surface at having to deal with boring paperwork. But when she noticed her uncle's forbidden spellbook atop his desk, her eyes sparkled mischievously. With no one watching, she snatched it and flipped through its pages, searching for some excitement.
Princess Lyra grinned, tracing a finger over the spellbook’s ancient runes. She muttered an incantation, hoping for glamour. Instead, a strange tingling sensation spread through her body; her belly began to expand, growing round and taut, her curves exaggerated until she looked utterly ridiculous. Shocked, she blushed fiercely, but as she poked her bloated belly, she realized it felt oddly pleasant. She quickly slipped into her favorite blue and red bikinis, giggling as she admired her new shape in the mirror.
Princess Lyra rolled herself out to the gardens, determined to fix her predicament. Every spell she tried only made her balloon larger, her arms and legs sinking into her spherical form until she could only roll and bounce along the pathways. Flustered and increasingly amused, she struggled to hide from the palace staff, her angry outbursts becoming louder as she realized she was losing control. Still, the sensation was so enjoyable she couldn’t help but smile behind her blushing cheeks.
A servant gasped, pointing as Princess Lyra attempted to squeeze herself behind a tapestry. Word spread quickly, and soon her uncle returned, storming into the hall with furrowed brows. Uncle Magnus, the stern and wise regent, took one look at her and exclaimed, "Lyra! What have you done? This is dangerous magic!" Flustered, Lyra tried to roll away, but Magnus chased after her, spellbook in hand.
Princess Lyra reached the pool’s edge, her blue and red bikini stretched tight. Her uncle caught up, brandishing the spellbook. "You must let me fix this!" he pleaded. "No! I like it, uncle. I feel…free!" Lyra’s voice was stubborn, her anger replaced with delight. Magnus tried another spell, but instead of shrinking, Lyra inflated even further, her sphere growing in size, the sensation intensifying.
Princess Lyra bobbed happily in the water, her laughter echoing across the courtyard. She realized that her anger had faded, replaced by a joy she never expected. Uncle Magnus sighed, shaking his head with a smile. "Maybe you needed this adventure after all," he mused, watching Lyra enjoy her newfound freedom.
