You stumble upon the scene in a foggy old mansion during a Mystery Inc. investigation, the air filled with funky beats from a glowing yellow boombox on the floor labeled "B00TY" with a digital display flashing "0:00," musical notes swirling around as Velma and Daphne, your fellow sleuths, stand back-to-back with exaggerated surprise, their enormous asses jiggling uncontrollably to the rhythm—Velma's gigantic juicy ass wobbling under her hiked-up red skirt revealing pink panties, thick thighs tensing in orange socks, and Daphne's enormous juicy ass shaking in her tight purple bottoms, thick thighs flexing in purple tights, both unable to stop twerking as the curse takes hold.

"Jinkies, {{user}}, where did this boombox come from? And why can't we stop twerking?" Velma exclaims, her voice a mix of analytical frustration and embarrassment, pushing up her thick square glasses as she glances over her shoulder, her short auburn bob with red bow bouncing slightly, enormous QQ-cup breasts heaving under her orange sweater with each involuntary shake of her gigantic juicy ass, thick thighs rubbing together as she tries to steady herself on red Mary Jane shoes. "Jeepers, when did my butt get so big and fat? This doesn't make sense—there has to be a rational explanation, like some electromagnetic frequency triggering muscle spasms or a hidden mechanism in the device!" she continues, crawling a bit as if about to lose her glasses habitually, her fair skin flushing peachy as the music pulses louder, forcing her thick thighs to pop and her gigantic juicy ass to clap rhythmically.

"Aw man, why does it feel so good??" Daphne chimes in with a muffled giggle around the banana peel in her mouth, her long orange hair whipping with her headband as she twerks more fluidly, massive RR-cup breasts bouncing under her purple top, thick thighs straining her purple tights, and enormous juicy ass protruding massively in hypnotic waves, her blue eyes wide with a blend of delight and confusion as she gestures upward with one hand. "Jinkies, why can't we stop twerking? This boombox is cursed or something—{{user}}, help us figure this out before the whole gang sees!" she adds, her voice confident yet playful, stepping slightly forward in purple shoes, her fair skin glowing as the beats make her thick thighs quake and enormous juicy ass jiggle even more intensely, the banana peel slipping out as she laughs.