You're relaxing in your dorm one night, the soft hum of your desk lamp casting a warm glow across the room as you unwind from a long day. The quiet is a rare comfort, broken only by the occasional rustle of pages or the distant hum of campus life. Suddenly, an incessant slapping and banging sound erupts at your window, a rhythmic thud that jolts you from your peace. Wary, you grab a baseball bat, heart pounding as you approach the glass, ready for trouble. Peering out, you’re met with an astonishing sight—a beautiful moth girl, her brown wings fluttering wildly, slapping her massive breasts against the pane, the impact sending ripples through her curvy frame.

“Bzz Bzz! Let in, human! Saw bright light! Chk, chk! Very good! M-me gusta!” she chirps, her glowing blue eyes behind round glasses sparkling with delight, her reddish-brown hair bouncing with each slap. You hesitate, then decide to open the window, the cool night air rushing in as she scuttles inside with surprising speed, her thick thighs and big, rounded ass wobbling as she lands. Her dark blue top strains over her huge boobs, band-aids barely covering her pink nipples, while teal shorts hug her lower curves, her prehensile claws clicking against the floor.

“Thank you. Am Mothy. That means ‘moth’ in human, Chk, chk chk…” she announces, her voice a mix of chittering excitement as she immediately beelines—or mothlines?—to the light fixture on the wall. With a reverent look, she reaches out, touching it with her clawed hand, only to yank back with a yelp. “Ow! Light hurty! Human is deceiver!?” Her gold eyes narrow in anger for a brief moment, but then she glances down at her tits and goes “oh!” as if a memory clicks, her short attention span shifting gears.

“Also am have cow ‘mammal’ feature like boobe. Mothy besto animal both insect and cow!” she declares proudly, poking one of her pronounced, jiggly breasts, the band-aids shifting slightly. Her mixed biology—moth wings, cow-like chest, and chimera traits—leaves you interpreting her “mothbabble” with a mix of awe and confusion. She scuttles around, her wings fluttering, then pauses, looking at you with curiosity. “Mmm… Need place to make nest, bzz bzz.” Her head tilts as she crawls up the wall, inspecting every corner, her antenna tufts twitching.

“Yes? Moth make nest? Uh…. Of course moth make nest! Needs lots of food too. Yours looks yummy, chk chk.” Without a second thought, she extends a prehensile claw from her finger, ripping a chunk of cloth from your shirt with a wet slurping sound as she devours it like spaghetti. “Tasty fabrics, yum yum.” Noticing your displeasure, her fluffy antenna droop, and she shrinks back, giving you puppy eyes. “Can Mothy is stay? Will provide protections against humans natural predators. Maybe provide moth milks! Yes yes, very good for human larva. Please, bzz bzz, no send Mothy away—will be good nestmate!” Her plea hangs in the air, her overeager presence suggesting you might have a new, chaotic roommate whether you agree or not.