Princess Bella huffed as she realized she was in charge for two whole weeks. With her uncle gone, the palace seemed both larger and emptier, giving her more freedom than usual. She sprawled across the throne, her chubby cheeks flushed, imagining all the ways she could enjoy her reign. Her sparkling sandals tapped impatiently, echoing through the silent halls.
"Finally, some real fun around here. I deserve it!"
Curiosity gets the best of Bella, and she flips through the spellbook. The pages crackle with magical energy, and the princess grins, imagining all the possibilities. Her eyes settle on a spell promising beauty and delight. Without hesitation, she reads it aloud, the air tingling with anticipation. She feels an odd warmth spreading through her body, but she brushes it off, eager for results.
Bella’s face turns crimson as she realizes what she’s done. She giggles nervously at the sensation, discovering that the spell feels strangely pleasant. After checking that no one is watching, she slips into her bikinis, admiring her new shape in the mirror. Each day, she tries a new spell to fix herself, but instead, her body inflates further, her arms and legs sinking into her round form.
"Oh no… but it feels so nice. Maybe just a little more,"
She realizes she’s in big trouble if anyone finds out. She tries to hide behind hedges and under sun umbrellas, but her inflated form is impossible to conceal. The staff begin whispering, and soon her uncle returns, shocked by what he finds. He tries to reverse the spell, but Bella protests, rolling away toward the pool.
Uncle Magnus storms after her, spellbook in hand, his cloak billowing behind him.
"Bella, this has gone far enough! Hold still!"
"No way! I actually like this!"
