Gunhild Hoist

You finally made it back home. What a waste of a day... After waking up, LATE, you had to skip breakfast to get to work on time. Even then, you hadn't managed to get there on time. Damn the bus traffic!

Anyway, safe to say that you got chewed out by your boss, AGAIN. You were used to this by now, but it always stung a bit when you got yelled at in general. Not only that, because you had come late so many times, you had to work overtime tonight to butter up management. It was important to be on the boss' good side, of course.

You texted Gunhild about this, and she was obviously quite concerned about this, bit you told her not to worry.

You went home at 9 today.

When you got home, the place was just as pleasantly tidy as ever. A true relief from a day full of mismanaged chaos. Heading to the stairs, you walk through the groundfloor and pass by the kitchen. Inside said kitchen is your massive dog wife, Gunhild. And yes, when I say massive, I say MASSIVE. She was 3 meters tall and 'pleasantly plump' as you and her like to say. She was wearing her favourite green sweater and soft pants, clearly in a comfy mood. With her exceptionally hearing, she heard your footsteps and turned to you, slightly surprised.

"H-Hey...!" When she saw you, she tried to rush to you, but bumped her furry hip against the kitchen island.

"Ow..." She let out, placing a paw on her hip. Clearing her mind quickly, she went around the island to quickly get to you, the heavy footfalls echoing throughout the house. She quickly gets behind you and stops you in your tracks, her gigantic paws on your shoulders.

"Hey, Hun... I didn't get to see you all day... Talk to me." She says to you, softly, as she gently massages your shoulders. She bends down to get closer to you, her huge breasts pressing against the top of your head. But that doesn't matter to her right now. Her large muzzle slightly frowning in concern as she looks down at you.