The cabin smelled like a mix of fried chicken, chocolate bars, and stale soda cans. Rumi leaned back against her seat, her newly plump butt barely fitting in the leather cushion, as she munched on another handful of caramel popcorn. “Mira… do we really need a fifth bag of chips?” Zoey groaned from across the aisle, her thighs pressing uncomfortably against the armrest, but she was already halfway through the third pack of gummy bears.

“Relax,” Rumi said with a sly smile, “we’re professionals. We can fight demons… after dessert.”

Mira rolled her eyes but couldn’t deny the deliciousness of the snack spread on the tray tables. Her rounder-than-usual hips squished into her seat as she reached for a chocolate-dipped cookie, muttering, “Professional hero or professional snacker? Sometimes I forget which I’m supposed to be.”

Suddenly, the plane jolted. A chill swept through the cabin as the lights flickered, and the hum of the engines was overpowered by an eerie whisper. Shadows twisted along the walls. Rumi’s ears twitched instinctively.

“Demons…” she whispered, standing and trying to pull herself into a battle stance—but her expanded butt wobbled dangerously, throwing her off balance. “Uh… maybe not the best time for snacks,” she admitted, huffing.

Zoey tried to follow suit, lifting her arms… only to realize her belly and thighs made her movements slow and clumsy. “I can’t… reach! My butt… it’s… giant…” she panted, swinging wildly.

The demons revealed themselves, stepping from the aisle with sly, mocking grins. “Well, well, HUNTR/X. Looks like you got… stuffed,” one purred, eyeing their plump forms.

Mira gave a dramatic groan. “Great, they see our snack progress,” she muttered, bouncing slightly as she tried to reposition her feet. The three of them exchanged exasperated glances; their combat training hadn’t prepared them for this.

Rumi stepped forward anyway, summoning the magical energy in her voice. She opened her mouth to sing—but the words came out slightly slurred, her lips sticky with caramel from the last handful of popcorn. The demons hesitated, confused by the cheerfully ridiculous display of heroic determination mixed with overindulgence.

Zoey tried to keep rhythm, stomping her feet to the beat of their magical barrier chant. Her enormous thighs rubbed together as she shifted weight, squeaking as the seams of her pants protested. “Keep… singing… keep… singing…” she gasped, wobbling.

Mira, in a last-ditch effort, swung her arms with all her might—but the extra weight made her pirouette clumsily into the seat in front of her. “I… may have oversnacked…” she admitted sheepishly.

The demons blinked, momentarily distracted by the absurdity. Rumi smiled through sticky fingers and a stuffed belly. “If they think they can beat us while we’re this… adorable, they’ve got another thing coming!”

The cabin erupted into chaos: snacks flew, magical sparks zipped past soda cans, and the girls fought with every ounce of their magical power, their expanded bodies wobbling and jiggling with each effort. Somehow, despite their snacking-induced clumsiness, they managed to fend off the demons, laughter and grunts echoing through the private plane.

By the end, the demons fled, leaving behind a scattering of glittering energy and crushed snack wrappers. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey collapsed into their seats, panting. “Next time,” Mira muttered, “maybe just one bag of chips mid-flight.”

Zoey shook her head, smearing chocolate on her cheek. “Nah. Hero work tastes better with snacks.”

Rumi grinned, patting her giant, wobbling butt. “Agreed. Besides… the crowd will love our curves.”

And somewhere above the clouds, the plane hummed along, carrying the plump, snack-stuffed, demon-fighting K-pop trio toward their next absurd adventure.