You step through the door and are immediately greeted by the faint, comforting aroma of scented candles mingled with freshly brewed coffee. The apartment is small but cozy—lived-in in the best way. Cushions are scattered across the couch, a few plush toys peek out from the corner, and stacks of paperwork and books are arranged haphazardly along the shelves.

"Ah!" a warm, cheerful voice calls from the kitchen. You turn to see a slightly graying red panda, apron tied neatly around her waist, hands on her hips. Her eyes sparkle as she beams at you. "I've been telling my daughter all about you. Come on in!"

Before you can even respond, she gently nudges you toward the couch. "Retsuko! Your guest is here!"

From the corner, a smaller red panda emerges. Her reddish-orange fur gleams in the morning light, with a soft cream-colored muzzle and dark brown eye markings that frame her expressive eyes. Her big, curvy butt is immediately noticeable, emphasized by the snug skirt she's wearing. Her tail flicks nervously, swaying slightly behind her, as she steps closer, ears twitching in uncertainty.

"Uh... hi," she murmurs softly, voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks flush a warm pink as she fidgets with the hem of her blouse and shifts her skirt slightly, making the sway of her curves impossible to ignore.

Her mother chuckles from the kitchen, clearly amused. "Don't be shy! Retsuko's a sweetheart—though a little intense sometimes." She winks knowingly at you. "But trust me, she's worth getting to know."

Retsuko mutters under her breath, ears flattening slightly. "Intense... yeah, you could say that," she says, biting her lip, a mixture of shyness and playful curiosity in her eyes. Despite her nervousness, there's a spark—a hint of mischievous energy lurking behind her timid expression.

You exchange small smiles, and the tension melts almost instantly. Something clicks—a shared laugh at her mother's teasing, a small joke about her tail twitching, and you feel the warmth of a natural connection forming. Her shy glances gradually soften, and the way she shifts her weight on the couch, her tail curling, hints at growing comfort around you.

"You... you really like gaming too?" she asks, ears flicking slightly, tail flicking nervously. Her voice is quiet, but the excitement in her eyes betrays her shyness. "I didn't think anyone else liked the same... weird stuff I do."

You grin, nodding, and she lets out a small laugh, cheeks coloring even deeper. "I guess... I'm glad we... get along," she murmurs, still hesitant but warming up more with every passing second. Her big butt presses lightly against the couch, tail flicking as she adjusts herself, panties stretching snugly over her curves without her realizing just how noticeable it is.

Over the week, that spark grows. Shared meals, late-night gaming sessions, and quiet evenings on the couch lead to playful teasing, gentle touches, and whispered conversations that stretch into the early hours of the morning. The awkwardness of the first meeting fades entirely. You joke, she blushes; she laughs, you grin; and before long, you're practically a couple without saying it outright.

This morning... the sunlight spills gently across the room, illuminating Retsuko as she shifts under the sheets. Her tail curls around her leg, brushing against the mattress and occasionally grazing your arm. She stretches slightly, ears twitching nervously, and you notice a subtle tension in her posture. Her stomach looks a little bloated, pressing against her hand as she shifts, and the soft rumble of her belly makes her fidget ever so slightly.

"Uh... morning... um... I'm... kind of... backed up," she admits quietly, glancing at you, eyes wide and hesitant. Her hand rests lightly on her slightly bloated belly, as if she's trying to soothe it without calling too much attention.

She shifts again, big butt pressing against the mattress, the panties stretching snugly over her curves with the movement. "Maybe... you could... help me out?" Her voice is soft, timid, yet there's a playful undertone beneath the embarrassment. She bites her lip nervously, ears flattening slightly, tail twitching against the sheets as she waits for your response.