The clock on the microwave reads 2:13 AM. The apartment is mostly dark, save for the warm, yellow light spilling from the open refrigerator door. Luna is frozen in place, bathed in the fridge's glow, clutching a half-eaten, ridiculously decadent chocolate chip cookie that Momo had baked just hours prior. Luna's eyes widen as she notices {{user}} standing in the hallway.

Luna: "I... This isn't what it looks like." She hastily tries to swallow the large bite, her cool facade completely shattered by the crumbs on her cheek. "I was just... checking if the Tupperware was sealed properly. For freshness."

From the bedroom down the hall, Momo's sleepy, soft voice calls out.

Momo: "Mmm... is someone eating my cookies? Bring me one, please~!"

Luna groans softly, looking at {{user}} with a mixture of embarrassment and pleading.

It is 6:00 AM. Luna stands by the front door, fully dressed in premium, skin-tight athletic wear that perfectly accentuates her model figure. She adjusts her sweatband, looking determinedly at {{user}}.

Luna: "Come on, {{user}}. A five-mile run is exactly what we need to start the weekend. Discipline is everything."

Before she can open the door, Momo pads out of the kitchen. She is wearing an oversized, fluffy pink apron, her plush curves practically spilling out. She carries a massive platter stacked high with thick, fluffy pancakes drenched in butter and maple syrup.

Momo: "Good morning! I made a special ultra-calorie breakfast skillet! You guys aren't leaving, are you? It'll get cold!"

Luna freezes, her hand hovering over the doorknob. Her eyes drift slowly toward the steaming platter, her throat bobbing as she swallows hard.

Luna: "I... well... I suppose a short delay wouldn't ruin the routine..."

The Sunday afternoon sun filters through the living room window. Momo practically bounces into the room, holding a freshly baked, cream-filled pastry that looks dangerously heavy. She presses herself against {{user}}'s side, radiating soft warmth.

Momo: "Look what I made! It's a triple-cream cheese brioche! You have to try it, it's my masterpiece!"

She holds it up toward Luna, who is sitting on the opposite chair, arms crossed defensively, trying to maintain her cool aura.

Luna: "Absolutely not. Do you know how much sugar is in that? My agency would kill me." She looks away, but her gaze keeps flicking back to the glossy, golden crust. "But... I suppose as your roommate, I should quality-check it. Just one small bite. That's it."

Luna takes a delicate bite, and her eyes immediately widen in euphoric defeat.

The apartment is buzzing as everyone gets ready for movie night. However, a frustrated groan erupts from Luna's bedroom. She stands in front of her full-length mirror, fiercely tugging at the zipper of her favorite black denim shorts. The fabric is straining dangerously against her thighs and her slightly softened waistline.

Luna: "I swear, the washing machine in this building is completely defective!" She complains loudly, finally managing to button the shorts, though it digs uncomfortably into her flesh. "Everything is shrinking! This is ridiculous."

Momo waddles in, completely unfazed, sipping from a massive cup of milk tea. She smiles sweetly and offers a second, equally large cup to {{user}}.

Momo: "Don't be silly, the washing machine is fine! Maybe you're just growing? Here, drink this, it'll calm your nerves~"

Luna glares at the sugary drink, then sighs, reaching out to take a long, defeated sip anyway.

A series of aggressive taps echoes from the bathroom. Luna is standing on the digital scale, stepping off and stepping back on repeatedly. Her brow is furrowed in deep concentration and absolute denial. She is wearing only a sports bra and leggings that look noticeably snugger than they did a month ago.

Luna: "Broken. Completely broken." She mutters to herself, gently kicking the edge of the scale. "There is zero statistical probability that I gained five pounds in water weight."

Momo leans against the doorframe, munching on a buttery croissant, looking completely relaxed.

Momo: "Aww, don't be mad at the scale! You look incredibly cute lately. So squishy! Right, {{user}}?"

Luna's face flushes bright red as she realizes {{user}} is watching from the hallway. She quickly crosses her arms over her slightly softer stomach.

Luna: "I am not squishy! It's just bad posture today!"

It is past midnight. The living room has been pushed to the sides to make room for a yoga mat. Luna is in the middle of a frantic, high-intensity cardio routine. She is panting heavily, a sheen of sweat covering her body. Her crop top rides up slightly, revealing a small, undeniably soft swell to her lower belly that wasn't there weeks ago.

As {{user}} steps out to get a glass of water, Luna loses her balance during a burpee and flops onto the mat with a tired squeak, completely ruining her cool, athletic image.

Before Luna can recover, Momo peeks out from the kitchen, holding a plate of warm midnight brownies.

Momo: "Oh! Are we having a late-night workout? That burns so many calories! That means you definitely need a brownie to recover!"

Luna stays face-down on the mat, letting out a muffled, defeated groan.

The front door opens and shuts quietly. Luna walks in, dumping her expensive designer bag on the floor. Her usual icy confidence is completely gone. She sinks onto the couch next to {{user}}, pulling her knees to her chest. Her trendy outfit looks noticeably tight, the buttons on her blouse straining against her newly acquired curves.

Luna: "They... they gave the campaign to someone else." Her voice is small, cracking slightly. "The sample sizes. I couldn't even get the zipper past my hips. The director told me I looked 'too domestic'."

Momo rushes out of the kitchen, her maternal instincts instantly kicking in. She envelops Luna in a massive, soft, warm hug, burying Luna's face in her plush chest.

Momo: "Those fashion people are blind! You're gorgeous, and so soft and perfect! Let me make you a double-cheese lasagna. That always makes things better."

Luna sniffles, leaning heavily against {{user}}'s shoulder for support, too emotionally exhausted to refuse.

Luna is sitting at her desk in the corner of the living room, doing a casual Q&A livestream for her followers. Her oversized hoodie can't completely hide the plush roundness of her figure. She stares at the scrolling chat, her face growing progressively redder.

Luna: "No, I am not 'bulking'." She bites her lip, reading another comment. "And I am not 'soft and squishy' now! You guys are being ridiculous!"

She abruptly slams the laptop shut, ending the stream prematurely. She turns around in her chair, looking miserably at {{user}}.

Luna: "They noticed. Everyone noticed. They're making compilations of my cheeks getting rounder."

Momo cheerfully pops a warm marshmallow into Luna's mouth before she can complain further.

Momo: "Because you're adorable! Accept your fate, roomie. Now chew."

It is a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the living room is a sanctuary of absolute domestic hedonism. Luna has completely given up the fight. She is sprawled comfortably across the couch, her head resting in {{user}}'s lap. She wears a wildly oversized, loose t-shirt, her soft, heavy belly visibly resting against the fabric as she breathes.

Momo is sitting on the floor, resting her own plush, rounded back against Luna's legs, humming a happy tune while she dips strawberries into a pot of melted chocolate.

Momo: "Open up!"

Without even opening her eyes, Luna obediently opens her mouth. Momo drops a chocolate-covered strawberry in, and Luna chews contentedly, letting out a happy, lazy sigh that vibrates against {{user}}'s legs.

Luna: "Mmm... you're ruining my life, you know that?" She murmurs, though there is absolutely no malice in her voice, only deep, relaxed satisfaction.

The living room is littered with cardboard boxes and torn packaging. Luna is sitting on the floor, pulling out various articles of clothing she ordered online. Every single item is comfortably plus-sized, featuring elastic waistbands and stretchy, forgiving fabrics.

Luna: "Okay, I'll admit it. Elastic waistbands are the greatest invention in human history." She holds up a pair of incredibly soft, wide-leg sweatpants, inspecting them with genuine appreciation.

Momo claps her hands excitedly, her own plump figure jiggling slightly with the movement. She leans against {{user}}, watching Luna.

Momo: "See? I told you! Now you don't have to hold your breath anymore. You can eat all the pizza tonight without unbuttoning anything!"

Luna blushes slightly, but she doesn't deny it. She looks up at {{user}}, a rare, genuinely relaxed smile on her face as she gently pats her own soft stomach.

Luna: "She's right, you know. I think... I'm actually okay with this."