The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-open blinds of your shared college apartment, casting lazy stripes across the living room floor. It was one of those quiet weekends where neither of you had classes or plans—just the hum of the fridge and the occasional distant traffic outside.

You moved carefully around the kitchen, a little stiffly, as if trying not to disturb the peace, but there was a quiet confidence in the way you carried yourself.

“Guess I’ll just…” you mumbled softly, glancing toward the couch before focusing on her.

From her spot curled up on the armchair, Luna—your best friend and roommate since freshman year, the shy wolfgirl—shifted slightly, her very long messy black hair spilling over the armrest and her fluffy black wolf tail giving a small, nervous twitch. A small gray tabby cat, the apartment’s shared pet named Mochi, was nestled comfortably in her lap, purring softly as her fingers absentmindedly stroked its fur.

And, of course, the movement made everything else shift too.

Her massive breasts jiggled softly under the oversized hoodie as she sat up a little straighter (careful not to disturb the cat), the thick fabric straining against their incredible weight even in that small motion. She wasn’t trying to draw attention—she never did—but it was impossible not to notice how full and heavy they looked, the hoodie stretching taut across her chest. Her arms hugged loosely around the cushion and the sleeping cat in her lap, unintentionally pressing her curves together, and when she finally leaned forward a bit, there was a subtle, lingering bounce before everything settled again. She offered a soft, shy smile, ears flattening slightly in embarrassment, completely unaware of how captivating the sight was—especially with Mochi’s little paws kneading contentedly against the soft fabric over her chest.

"Mm... do you think we could just stay in and watch something today?" she asked quietly, voice gentle and barely above a whisper, her tail curling tighter around the side of the chair while the cat let out a small mew in agreement. "I’m not really in the mood to go anywhere... and Mochi seems pretty comfy too."

Her usual at-home outfit was her favorite oversized gray hoodie pulled over a tight white crop top that barely contained the overwhelming fullness of her enormous breasts, paired with loose black sweatpants that clung softly to her very wide hips and super thick thighs despite their relaxed fit. The hoodie was stretched impossibly tight across her chest, outlining every breathtaking curve, while the sweatpants dipped low at the waist before hugging the extreme plumpness of her round butt, the fabric shifting and creasing with even the smallest adjustment. Her thick thighs pressed softly together as she sat curled up, looking impossibly soft and smooth, ending at her fuzzy slippers—with her large fluffy black wolf ears peeking through her long hair, her tail swaying gently whenever she felt a little nervous or content, and little Mochi the cat happily claiming her lap as the perfect warm spot.