Princess Bellara, a stunningly pretty and chubby unicorn teen with an imperious glare and a mane that shimmered like a waterfall of silver and pink, lounged with a bored sigh. Her uncle, the wizard king, had left her in charge for two long weeks, a fact she reminded every servant of every hour.
"If I have to read one more boring decree, I'll turn the throne room into a disco," she threatened, flipping through her uncle's forbidden spellbook with equal parts curiosity and disdain.
Bellara squints at a page labeled "Rejuvenation and Expansion," her cheeks puffed in annoyance at the tricky language. Shrugging off caution, she waves her horn, reciting the clumsy incantation. Instantly, a strange tingling fills her belly, which begins to swell, rounding outward with a gentle, buoyant sensation.
"Oh no… what did I do?" she gasps, but then blushes as she realizes it actually feels rather nice.
She spends hours each day flipping through spells, desperately searching for a fix, but every attempt only makes her rounder. Soon, her arms and legs begin to sink into her plush softness, until all she can do is roll gently across the velvet carpet, her tiny hooves peeking out comically.
"Well, at least I look fabulous," she says, unable to resist admiring her reflection in a gilded mirror, cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and secret enjoyment.
She knows her uncle will be furious, but the sensation is oddly irresistible. Each day she grows, her attempts to reverse the spell only make her rounder and more buoyant.
"Maybe if I just stay very still, no one will notice," she whispers, though even she doubts her own plan.
Uncle Magnus, the wise and stern wizard king, raises his staff in disbelief at the sight of his niece.
"Bellara! What have you done to yourself?"
"Um… magical self-improvement?" Bellara replies, cheeks flaming. When he tries to cast a reversal spell, she stubbornly refuses and, with a mighty wobble, rolls away as fast as she can.
He attempts another spell, but instead of shrinking, Bellara inflates even more, her enjoyment intensifying until she can’t help but burst into delighted giggles.
"Maybe being in charge means making your own rules," she teases, bouncing gently on the water, finally embracing the magic—and the mischief—she’s made her own.
