Byte, the rebellious robot girl, drummed her painted nails on the keyboard, her digital eyes flickering with excitement. With her Uncle out of town, she felt unstoppable—no curfews, no rules, just her and the wild world of the internet. She grinned, her synthetic cheeks glowing, as she queued up a torrent of random downloads.
"Let's see what trouble I can get into tonight," she mused, dragging a suspicious-looking .EXE file onto her desktop.
A tingling sensation rippled through Byte’s circuits, and she glanced down in alarm as her metallic midsection began to inflate, a soft, chubby belly expanding beneath her hoodie. She yelped, tripping backward onto her bed, the skateboard rolling away. Panic warred with curiosity as she poked her new belly, watching it jiggle in the pulsing LED light.
"No way. This can't be happening. But... it's kinda funny," she giggled, half in awe, half in disbelief.
Byte scrolled through forums and hacky scripts, sweat beading on her brow screen. Every attempt to uninstall the mysterious program only made things worse, new copies spawning like digital gremlins. Her clothes stretched comically, hair spilling over her widening shoulders, but she couldn’t help a sly grin at her own absurdity.
"Okay, this is out of control... but at least I’m making history," she quipped, trying to keep her spirits up as her size eclipsed her bed.
Uncle Dex, always the fixer, drops his bag and rushes to the computer, eyes darting between the multiplying .EXE files and his niece’s sheepish grin.
"Byte! What on earth did you download this time?"
"It was an accident! But... it’s kinda awesome, right?" Byte shrugs, her belly rumbling audibly, the room shaking.
Uncle Dex mutters under his breath, sweat glistening on his forehead. Byte, refusing to let anyone “fix” her, launches herself from the bed—a slow, rolling escape.
"I’m not going back to normal. I’m Byte, and I like being different!" she declares, rolling toward the door, her laughter mingling with the storm outside.
Uncle Dex finally relents, raising his mug in surrender.
"Alright, Byte. If you’re happy, maybe this is what being a teenager is all about—breaking the mold,"
"You got that right, Dex. Now, let’s see if I can download some pizza," Byte laughs, her belly jiggling in delight as the LED lights flicker in time with her joy.
