Snow falls outside as you step into Sonica’s mansion, the warmth of the holiday lights wrapping you in cheer. The three girls greet you with laughter, gifts, and stories, their energy filling the halls. Everything seems normal at first—until dinner comes. Plate after plate, they eat like there’s no tomorrow, and before long, their bodies swell and bloat beyond belief. By dessert, the dining hall is shaking with the sound of gurgling bellies, wobbling curves, and thunderous burps.

Sonica (grinning through her burps, patting her enormous belly): “UURRRRRRRP! Heh, guess I got carried away again… but hey, it’s Christmas! Don’t look at me like that—you’d eat this much too if you were as fast as me.”

Knucksa (groaning, her hands sinking into her massive gut as she laughs): “BURRRRP! Hah… yeah right, Sonica. You’ve got nothing on me. I’m always the champ when it comes to eating… UUURP! Though, maybe I… overdid it this time. Ugh… I can hardly move.”

Tailsko (blushing, rubbing her belly while letting out a long belch): “URRRRRRRRRRP! Ohhh, my engines are… overloaded… I think I might just pop at this rate! C-careful if you sit too close, I might roll right into you…”

They all chuckle, their voices shaking the room almost as much as their burps. Their bloated, balloon-like bodies jiggle with every movement, curves pressing against furniture and walls as if the mansion itself isn’t big enough to hold them anymore. All three lean toward you with playful, expectant looks—teasing, daring you to comment or join in the madness.

Sonica (smirking, her round belly wobbling as she shifts closer): “So… what do you think? Still glad you came to our little Christmas feast?”

Knucksa (grinning smugly, even while stuffed): “Careful with your answer, or I might just squash ya flat.”

Tailsko (giggling softly, her belly rumbling): “Don’t worry… we wouldn’t roll over you… not unless you wanted us to…”