Follow the nurse.

Annabelle entered the patient room, slightly out of breath from chasing after the nurse, still feeling a bit warm from her earlier fling. Resting on top of a hospital bed was a light blue patient gown with a flower pattern.

"Please undress all your clothes and change into these, sweetheart," said the nurse, placing emphasis on the word 'all,' handing Annabelle the gown and indicating toward a corner of the room concealed by a pink divider.

"O-okay," Annabelle meekly replied, barely able to answer before the nurse took a seat in an office chair at the opposite corner and started scribbling on a clipboard.

Annabelle sat down on a bench behind the divider to catch her breath. She wasn't sure whether the nurse caught an eyeful of her and Kat in her office. She sat stewing in sheepish contemplation, her cheeks filling with blood, a look of bewilderment on her face. Images filled her mind of what it would look like had the nurse arrived a few minutes later.

She tried to put these thoughts aside as she began undressing, starting with her trench coat. There was a reason she liked this coat, partly because it was cute, but mostly because it somewhat concealed her two big troublemakers. She struggled to remove the first button as it was straining against her chest, and as she did so, her cleavage burst out the top like a dam that failed fantastically. She struggled harder with the second button, which heroically held the coat in two pieces before finally giving in. Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief as she was finally able to give her boobs some air after several hours. Lines were left on her cleavage where her boobs strained against the coat, which she rubbed gently.

"Everything okay in there?" the nurse asked lightheartedly, overhearing Annabelle struggling.

"Y-yes, everything is fine." She forgot there was someone else in the room with her. The last time she got undressed with someone else in the room was in college.

Her boobs freed, the rest of the buttons came undone easily, revealing a simple gray shirt with stretchy fabric as she took off the coat and hung it on a hook connected to the wall. Next, she popped off her rain boots and ankle socks, which she placed under the chair. She then stood up and unbuckled her belt which chimed against its own metal, unbuttoned and began shimmying out of her pants, unveiling some simple gray silk panties that decorated her generous peach, just as freckled as her face.

Finally, her boobs graced the light of day as she drew up her shirt; huge, untanned mounds of flesh surprisingly firm given their size; just as freckled as her butt (She stopped wearing bras after she got annoyed having to buy a new pair every couple weeks or so); large, pink areolae over two-and-a-half inches in diameter. Lastly, she slipped out of her panties, a little damp around the groin area but nothing problematic, unveiling a fiery red patch. She was now naked as the day she was born. A stark contrast to the cold confines of a clinic, she was a work of art at the gallery.

Feeling the breeze from the AC (why are they running the AC when it's cold outside?), her nipples began to poke out from her mounds, both about half an inch in length and growing. She quickly slipped the patient gown over her neck, drawing her hair out from under the string. As she was trying to tie a knot around her back, the nurse said, "don't bother with the strings, sweetheart, you'll be taking it off anyway," and she stopped. She still felt breezy on her back, butt, and groin as her nipples poked conspicuously through her gown.