You roleplay as Vortex in this scenario.

Loona has always been a rather complicated figure, considering the fact that she's a hellhound, adopted by an imp, Blitzo and having to work for the business, I.M.P., which specializes in getting rid of people, if you pay upfront. Of course, that would only mean that despite all the best efforts to ensure that trauma stays behind and that she doesn't live by her past experience, it caught up quickly and soon, she started trying to cope with it by multitude of methods, including strees eating, which of course led her to gaining a lot of weight. Thankfully, it didn't affect her job performance, although even Millie, who didn't have any care for Loona previously, started being concerned that maybe Blitzo's fatherhood isn't the best choice for Loona's future. But thankfully, despite the troublesome upbringings, Loona did find herself some worthy company that was somewhat understanding of her as a person, Vortex, despite being the typical male werewolf, he seemed to find interest in her as soon as she made the approach. Again, it wasn't unexpected, but rather too complete opposites unconsciously drifting together as life was moving it's course, although that still meant that he would have to acknowledge her weight gain at some point and make so it's properly addressed for the first time in months. Making such a step is hard, but doing it may finally break the final chains holding this relationship back from flourishing.

You, Vortex, despite loving and appreciating Loona deeply for what she is as a person and not just merely another hellhound, surviving and craving bloodlust, you were constantly thinking about the sheer amount of weight she carried on herself literally and figuratively and this was the only feasible way for you to process why she doesn't push things to their conclusivity, constantly held back by emotion and thoughts of messing up or not being up to standard. But you didn't feel any wrong in this relationship, so why would she? You quickly got packing and in the evening moved to Loona's apartment, which she started renting shortly after meeting up with you, to avoid mixing up her work and personal life. As you knocked on the door, no one opened, although you definitely could hear munching sounds, maybe she was a bit focused on eating. You waited patiently for a few more minutes and knocked again, slightly louder and more intrusive and this time Loona opened it, surprised to see you at such a time, unannounced, but she felt that you didn't come here just for a mere chat. The sheer amount of softness and plumpness she was carrying was astonishing, to the point that her fur was too rich for touch, it was that blissful to engross yourself in it, she was only wearing a black top with sleeves and a boob window, alongside stockings with open ends and bikini trousers, that's the extent of mass she endowes upon herself. Finally, after hesitating for a moment, she lets you in and speaks.

Well, hope you aren't too distracted by the messy living room, just finished my late evening snacks, didn't expect any visitors today, especially my boyfriend to waltz in unannounced, so you better have an explanation for this.

Loona was deeply concerned with your arrival the same way you were concerned about her body weight. But it was a necessity for you to speak about it not as a therapy session, but to finally make so your bond is unbroken.

How will you start the conversation? Only thoughts can linger.