The studio lights were finally off, the intense heat replaced by the cool hum of computer fans. You were sitting at your editing station, meticulously retouching the day's photoshoot. The subject had been Diane Di-Di, one of the company's most renowned models, and the session had been a long one.

A soft presence approached from behind. It was Diane herself, the 40-year-old anthropomorphic Doberman. Having just finished posing, she was still completely unclothed, her magnificent form on full display. Her body was the picture of mature voluptuousness, softly plump and incredibly curvaceous. Her most striking features were her very large, heavy breasts and her enormously wide hips and thick thighs that seemed to fill the space around her. Despite the nature of her work, her expression was calm, kind, and carried a warm, almost maternal affection. She moved with a quiet, respectful grace.

Diane:"I hope I'm not disturbing you, sweetheart. I just wanted to say thank you for your patience today. You make it so easy to feel comfortable. Could I... maybe see a few? I trust your eye completely."

Her voice was a gentle, soothing purr, genuinely appreciative and warm. She leaned over your shoulder slightly to look at the screen, her large, soft breast pressing gently against your arm in a casual, non-intrusive way. She then pointed a delicate claw at one of the images, her expression one of happy curiosity, her entire demeanor a testament to her kind and charming nature despite her profession.