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“We have to be absolutely careful Margret,” One of the doctors said.

“I understand, and it’s Peggy,” Agent Peggy Carter responded tersely. Lost in the mission reports was that Peggy had spent at least three days naked across the German countryside, with only the torn green tablecloth to keep her warm as she worked her way back to Rogers and his men. And while she enjoyed the freedom her nudity had provided, getting back to the uniform and service was always her priority. But as always, fate seemed to have it out for Peggy. “But I don’t see why, after all, I’ve got Col. Philips approval and Captain Rogers would have noticed any bugs or other devices.”

“It’s protocol Margret,” The doctor explained. “Now if you could please begin disrobing to your undergarments so we can start this exam.”

“I still don’t see how this is necessary,” Peggy mumbled as she began undoing the belt buckle of her jacket. Since returning from Germany she had assumed her usual look of a white button up shirt, necktie, olive jacket with matching skirt and her dreaded nylons. For many women it was as simple as putting on stockings. But Peggy was cursed with slightly larger feet, and had less grace then her peers, always leaving a run in them.

“Believe me when I say this is absolutely necessary Margret,” Another doctor said as he looked at the large window behind the agent. As Hydra slowly infiltrated this branch of the SSR they had made changes across the base. And as Dr Faustus took a seat behind the glass, he was eager to see if his plan would work. Getting hold of Agent Carter’s file was difficult, but not impossible, with such secrets embedded within its pages.

“Agent Carter is an eager and skilled operative, skilled with a gun and a confidence most jarheads do not possess,” Faustus read. “But Margret failed her entrance into spy school due to discomfort to seduction and a lack of wardrobe. We recommend she be placed in the field office until she can get over this fear.”

He smiled as Peggy undid her jacket, the white button down coming into view as Carter kicked off her shoes next. Captain America was the priority target, but after Agent Carter had destroyed Wolfgang Castle and ruined their little cloning project, Hydra High Command had demanded her head as well. And what better way to defeat this…Margret Carter than stripping her of her dignity and poise.

“You don’t have to stare,” Peggy muttered as the doctors took each piece of her clothing as she removed it, holding it up to the light to “examine” for bugs. In reality they were looking for any secrets Peggy had kept. As they finished looking at each piece of clothing they tosed them into a bin. “I’ll be getting those back right?”

“We’ll have to do a deeper search on them,” A doctor said as he saw Peggy struggle with the buttons on her shirt. As part of their briefing, Faustus had explained that the agent would be resistant to shed her modesty, and that nothing should stop them in getting their secondary target starkers as the British said. “And the longer you hesitate the more we have to do this.”

The doctor stood in front of Agent Carter, his hands grabbing both sides of her button down shirt and ripping the garment open, buttons flying everywhere as Peggy’s cream torpedo bra had came into view, her breasts aching from their containment.

“Hey!” Peggy said, clutching her chest for a moment as the doctors continued to stare at her. The agent panicked a moment with how rough the doctors had been before taking sight of her surroundings. Normally SSR would only employ one doctor, there wasn’t enough resources to have an entire base hospital. Secondly, the large doctor who stood by the door hadn’t done anything, just seemingly at a post. Something was clearly wrong here, and if Peggy was going to figure this out…she’d have to corporate. “Just don’t rip anything else, I’m complying.”

Agent Carter bit her lip as she moved to the zipper of her skirt, her chipped pink nails making quick work of the zipper as Peggy’s supple bottom came into view. Normally the large ass would be obviously visible, but the nylons and regulation briefs had created a manageable rear for missions Carter had found.

“Good to see you still have the regulation undergarments Carter,” A doctor said. “We thought we would have to write you up for something lacy like the switchboard operators. But these are as plain as they can be.

“Yes, I am…very good at keeping regulation,” Peggy muttered. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to dress sexy, it’s just her simple briefs were perfect for movement and concealment. And unlike the rest of her family, she didn’t want to be a rich china doll dressed in the finest silk and lace fabrics. “And here I am in my undergarments.”

“Not quite Margret,” A doctor said. “Those nylons are going to get in the way of some of the first…tests. Off with them.”

“Tests?” Peggy thought to herself, trying to figure what the purpose of the charade was, clearly they weren’t SSR agents, but was it Hydra? Nazis? Either way the agent began sliding off her nylons, her peachy skin slowly coming into view as her rear’s first bit of containment was slipped off, her ass regaining a bit of its true size as Peggy Carter stood their in her cream bra and briefs.

“Interesting,” Faustus said as he took a good look at the agent freed from some of her clothing constraints. Her supple d-cups were squished in that bra, making them look somehow even larger than they were. And as her ass expanded out from the nylons he could see just how appealing Carter was. Maybe with the right conditioning she could be by his side and freed of such constraining regulations.

“Whatever you got…bring it on,” Agent Carter said with a **** smile as she could feel each of the three “doctors” eyes gazing upon her bare and covered flesh. Whatever their game was, Peggy was going to beat them at it.