Everyone is Stunned on the Kitchen Floor

As the garbage disposal chocked and ground on the discarded dress, I struggled to catch my breath. As my adrenaline lowered I came back to myself. In my hand was Chelsea's bra. On the floor in front of me was two small foam inserts. Her falsies, her padding. What gave her the modest but passable B cup she normally presented.

I looked to my side. There was Jason, also sprawled on the floor. In his hand was a ripped pair of panties. Chelsea's panties. He was sitting against the kitchen cabinet, staring forward. His eyes were bugged out comically wide.

I followed his gaze where I saw Chelsea. She was raising herself into a sitting position, looking just as stunned as Jason and I. Her eyes were wide and her hair was messy. She was also totally naked. Her small breasts quivered, nipples out. Her belly had rolls from her awkward posture. Her short, thick bare legs were spread wide, showing just how utterly smooth and hairless her freshly waxed crotch was. Chelsea was fully nude, stunned, and totally oblivious!