Princess Elowen tiptoed between the towering shelves, her heart pounding with excitement. Her uncle, the kingdom’s famed sorcerer, had left his spellbook unattended on an ornate oak desk, its silver clasp unlatched. With a glance over her shoulder, she slid the heavy tome into her satchel, the forbidden thrill making her cheeks flush. "Just a peek... what harm could it do?"

Sitting cross-legged on her bed, Elowen traced her finger over the shimmering runes. She whispered a few words, mimicking her uncle’s deep cadence, and a sudden gust of magical energy filled the air. The room sparkled with a swirl of silver light—then, just as quickly, everything stilled. Elowen stared down at herself, eyes wide in shock, as her belly expanded, becoming round and chubby, stretching her silk nightgown. "Oh no... what have I done?"

Elowen poked her enormous belly, watching it wobble with fascination and dread. She tried to reverse the spell, flipping frantically through the spellbook, but only managed to make herself hiccup tiny bursts of glitter. Despite her panic, a small smile crept onto her lips as she poked her soft belly again, curiosity mixing with embarrassment. "It’s... kind of funny," she admitted to her reflection, cheeks warming.

Clad in a hastily chosen swim dress, Elowen waddled out to the pool, hoping the water would soothe her frazzled nerves. She slipped in, feeling weightless for the first time since the spell, and let out a giggle as her belly bobbed gently on the surface. For a while, she simply floated, watching stars twinkle above, her worries fading with each lap around the pool. "Maybe this isn’t so bad, just for a little while..."

The weekend ticked by in a blur of experiments and frantic mutterings. Elowen tried every reversal spell she could find, her belly rumbling with impatience as each attempt failed. She scribbled notes, tried ancient chants, and even bribed the castle cat for luck, but nothing worked. The distant sound of her uncle’s return sent a bolt of fear through her. "He can’t see me like this!"

Just as Elowen slid the spellbook back onto her uncle’s desk, a deep voice echoed from the doorway. Her uncle, tall and imposing in his midnight blue robes, arched an eyebrow at her and her unmistakably chubby belly. The air crackled with anticipation as he stepped into the light. Uncle Godric: Sorcerer, wise and stern, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Care to explain what spell you’ve been experimenting with, Elowen?" "I... might have borrowed your book," she stammered, a nervous smile on her lips. Godric simply chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for the spellbook, and the tension melted into laughter.