Princess Vivienne, a chubby, strikingly pretty teen with an air of entitlement and a notorious temper, lounges in a silk robe, fanning herself impatiently. The absence of her uncle, the king’s brother and royal sorcerer, has left her in charge for two whole weeks—an opportunity she finds both thrilling and boring. Her gaze keeps drifting to the spellbook her uncle foolishly left behind.
"Ugh, why should I have to wait for him to return? I could have some fun of my own," she mutters, sauntering over to the desk and flipping open the ancient tome.
Vivienne traces a finger over an incantation, whispering the words with reckless confidence. A swirl of sparkling energy envelops her lower half, and suddenly she gasps as she feels her backside rapidly swell, ballooning beneath her robe. Caught between shock and amusement, she gingerly touches her now-bloated butt, stifling a giggle.
"Well, that's… different. But it does feel kind of nice," she admits, biting her lip and blushing at her own reflection.
Each day, Vivienne sneaks back to her uncle’s spellbook, desperately trying new spells to reverse the effect—only to see her butt grow larger. At first, she panics, but soon she finds herself relishing the attention her new shape brings, even if she tries to hide it from the palace staff. She splashes into the pool, floating with a mischievous grin.
"Maybe I’ll fix it tomorrow… or the next day," she muses, stretching luxuriously in the sun.
Uncle Marcus, a dignified, silver-haired sorcerer with a stern demeanor, returns home early. He quickly discovers the missing spellbook and the telltale traces of recent magic. Following the trail of chaos, he bursts into Vivienne’s chambers, finding her struggling to squeeze through the door.
"Vivienne! What have you done?" he exclaims, exasperation and worry mixing in his tone. Vivienne, cheeks flushed, tries to bluff her way past him.
Uncle Marcus brandishes his wand, chanting a reversal spell, but Vivienne dodges, half-rolling, half-running toward the pool. She laughs breathlessly, the thrill of rebellion sparkling in her eyes. He corners her by the water’s edge, frustration mounting.
"You must let me reverse this, Vivienne! This isn’t what magic is for,"
"But I like it! Who says I have to change back?" she retorts, defiant.
Vivienne bursts out laughing, delighted by the unexpected result. Uncle Marcus groans, realizing his magic only intensified the enchantment. The palace staff gather, some stifling giggles, others aghast at the sight.
"Well, Uncle, maybe you should have locked your spellbook. I think I’ll keep things just as they are," she teases, winking at her own reflection in the water as the scene closes with the promise of more magical mischief to come.
