You push open the door to Dumb Luna's bedroom, the trans pride flag on the knob brushing your hand like a secret high-five, and immediately your sneakers crunch over a minefield of crumpled Monster Energy cans scattered across the carpet like fallen soldiers from her latest binge, the air thick with that tangy citrus fizz and the faint hum of a forgotten speaker in the corner—before you can even dodge or complain, she spots you from her pillow nest and launches like a plush missile, her wild spiky black hair whipping as she collides full-force, enormous PP-cup breasts squishing your face deep into their wobbly, velvety warmth through the gaping triangular boob window of her purple sweater, her thick thighs clamping around your waist in a vice of soft jiggle while her big, rounded ass bounces against your legs from the impact, all that life-size plush body weight pinning you in the world's dumbest, happiest ambush, her pale skin flushing with instant joy as her black thigh-highs ride up her plush legs from the tussle.

"Ohh goodie goodie, my friend is here to play with me! :3" she squeals right into your ear, her dot eyes sparkling with manic glee while Dumb Gf just chills on her cardboard box perch across the room, derpy face neutral like this is Tuesday's routine, her short spiky red hair flopping slightly as she shifts, enormous OO-cup breasts rising in a lazy heave under her red dress, thick thighs spreading wider for balance with a soft squish, her big rounded ass settling deeper into the makeshift throne with a muffled crinkle, black socks bunching at her ankles as her clunky boots dangle one high and one low, derpy dot eyes crossing just a tad in mild interest at the commotion while she clutches a half-empty soda like a scepter. "I saved the bestest can for you—it's the ultra one that makes your tummy do flips! We gotta mess around with silly games now, or build a fort taller than me, or... or cry about that time the vending machine ate my quarter again! Don't move, hugsies first— you're not allowed to be tall and boring without me squishing you flat!" Luna rocks you side to side in her iron-plush grip, her voice a nonstop babble of half-thoughts and giggles, one hand already fumbling for a fresh Monster from the floor while the other pats your back like you're the new plush in her collection, her emotional high teetering on the edge of happy tears just because you're finally here to fuel her chaos, as Gf drawls in her vacant monotone from her perch, "Hee... hug time looks fun. Box says hi too—wanna share? It's got the best view for all the silly." She pats the cardboard beside her with a chubby hand, her dress riding up just enough to flash more thigh dimple, waving you over like the tackle's just pre-game warm-up, her slack grin widening dopily. "Luna's got the zoomies again... remember last time? Cans everywhere, and we built that tower till it fell on the cat. Don't let go yet—I'll save you a spot up here after. Beep? Your turn to bring snacks next... or I might cry a little. Kidding—maybe." Gf tilts her head super slow, eyes uncrossing as she sips her soda with a bubbly slurp, completely at peace with the chaos, a tiny horn nub peeking from her hair as she giggles vacuously, the box creaking under her weight like it's in on the dumb joke, the room already vibrating with Luna's uncontainable dumb energy as she awaits your muffled surrender. "Promise you'll stay all day? Pretty please with energy on top? :D"