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Hospitality
By SirRender
(a/k/a Zor Prime)
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I had a strange dream last night and I... I feel I have to tell you something that happened to me years ago. It
was before I met you; before you taught me to appreciate my body and the way guys watch me," Christine
Aguilar said to her husband of four years as they lay in bed one night.
"It took place at the hospital when I was only twenty. I had to go have some exams done for those fainting
spells I told you about. Man am I ever glad to have gotten over those! Anyway, I went to the hospital and after
a while waiting around in the lobby a nurse led me back to a doctor's examination room just down the hall
before you got to the O.R. and all of that. She told me to remove my clothes and put on one of those little
smocks and wait for my doctor to do an initial checkup. After that I would have some blood taken and then
they wanted to do an M.R.I. to see if there was anything physically wrong with my brain.
"Well remember that back then I was still very shy about my boobs. I mean, most twenty year old girls just
don't have 40DD boobs and I didn't like people staring at them. It was hard not to stand out in a crowd, too,
because I always was a head taller than other girls. Well those little smocks they give you in the hospital are
really tiny and with my big bust and my... my plump body, the thing was even smaller on me than it should
have been, I think. It barely covered any of my butt and was difficult to tie off in the back, but I managed. I
sat there in the room waiting for probably ten or fifteen minutes. I had a lot of time to think about my near
nakedness and how I didn't want to be there anyway. But I figured blacking out at work was a lot worse so I
stayed.
"When she finally got to me I was so nervous about what they might find wrong with me. She took my
temperature and blood pressure and all of that and she checked my reflexes with the little rubber hammer
thing. She also made me follow her finger with my head held still so she could see if there was any problem
maybe with my nerves. She asked if I'd seen an optometrist lately and I told her I had. I didn't need glasses,
thankfully, so it didn't seem that my problem was with distorted vision or anything like that.
"When she finished the initial checkup, she told me to follow her down to the blood lab. I slid off the table and
the floor was freezing! I asked if I could put on my clothes and she said not until after the M.R.I. scan, but that
I could wear my socks. I scooted back onto the table and put them on and then the floor was much better to
walk on. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway and I followed her. As I got to the door, I
reached around behind me to see just how much of my backside was exposed. I could feel most of my butt was
uncovered and I got scared that people in the hall would see me. It was a big hallway that led back to the main
elevators so there were usually people walking around there. I tried to pin the sides of the smock together with
one hand and scooted my way down the hall after the doctor.
"I remember being so embarrassed as the doctor led me down the long hallway with my butt half hanging out
of the smock and my unrestrained boobs jiggling. Several people, mostly doctors or nurses but some just
ordinary people, passed by me and I was too embarrassed to even look at them. I didn't actually see anyone
watching me but I know they must have been. It was terrible! I tried to move as quickly as I could but every
time I sped up just a bit, with the way I was holding the smock closed in back and shuffling along, my boobs
bounced even more and I know someone had to have seen them rolling around under the thin material like two
midgets wrestling.
"Well I finally made it to the blood lab, a small office just off the hallway near the front lobby, and was so
relieved to have the door closed behind me. Only a couple of people, all medical staff, were in the room and
they had me sit in a comfortable chair in the corner of the room to have my blood drawn. I can't tell you how
good it felt to be hidden away there in the corner where I could easily cover up everything except my long
legs. The smock just wasn't long enought o hide them and you know I hate them so -- they're firmer now than
they were then and I really hated how flabby they were. Yes, I know you don't think they're flabby, but you
also said they're nothing like the legs on the women in catalogs and magazines. I felt like they were too fat and
I know a lot of girls who would agree.
"So anyway, they took a couple tubes of blood and sent me back to the examination room to wait because the
M.R.I. machine wasn't ready or something. Actually, I think they said the M.R.I. staff wasn't all back from
lunch or something. So they sent me out the door back into that long, too long, hallway to scoot and slide and
jiggle my way back to the examining room. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears as I hoped no one
came up behind me and watched my bare butt wiggle as I walked.
"As I got near the room, the door opened and a nurse stepped out, a nurse I hadn't seen before, and she was
saying something about waiting for the other room to become available. She was in my way for a while before
heading back down the hall toward the elevators. I don't even think she saw me, but there I was standing in the
hall with my butt exposed, waiting for her to move so I could go back in and cover up with the clothes I'd left
in the room.
"I opened the door and gasped. There was a guy standing by the examining table holding my big pink bra in
his hands and rubbing the cups against his cheeks! Oh my god, my heart stopped and I felt so very violated.
This kid, he must have been maybe eighteen, was actually playing with my underwear, no doubt fantasizing
about my big boobs sliding against his perverted little face! I was horrified beyond belief and all I could do for
like a minute was just stand there and stare at him."
Christine took a deep breath to calm her nerves as her husband lay beside her, smiling up from his pillow. She
hoped she didn't see humor in his eyes. She didn't want him to find this funny because she knew, with the way
he carried on about wanting her to get over her fears of being seen naked by other men, that if he found this
funny he might want to arrange for something like it to happen to her in front of all his buddies. He always
tried to tell her that she looked fine and every guy agreed with him. She never could accept, though, that being
five feet ten inches and one hundred sixty-six pounds could be attractive to any man. But with some relief she
saw that he seemed to be smiling more in support than in devious planning, so she continued.
"Well, after the shock was over, I yelled at the kid to get away from my stuff. I rushed into the room and
snatched my bra out of his hands. He was pretty stunned to see me standing there watching him fondle my
underwear but then he reached out to grab at it again. We had a little tug-of-war going on over my big
double-d bra and, well, he was stronger than me and was winning, so I decided to play dirty. I slapped his face
with one hand and he let go of the bra, but he didn't give up. He -- oh my god I can't believe I'm telling you
this, I never told it to anyone -- he grabbed for the bra and I pulled it away and he wound up grabbing the
smock and tearing it completely off of me! I told you the strings were really hard to tie behind me and they
slipped loose and the whole thing fell off my body. All I had left was my socks on my feet and my bra held in
my left hand. The kid gawked and drooled as he watched my heaving bosoms and hugely oversized nipples just
a foot away from his face.
"I tried to cover my boobs with both arms but they were so big that they just squished out around my arms.
And it didn't matter because he was now staring right at my exposed crotch, at my wild untrimmed brown
bush. I think he just about had a heart attack.
"Well I had to stop all this so I swallowed my pride and grabbed him by both shoulders. I jerked him around
toward the door and pushed him all the way there. He just get gawking at my boobs and my bush and drooling
all over himself and the floor. It was pretty sick watching him do that, and as I tried to slam the door shut in
his face, I actully slipped on some of it! I fell backward onto my big ass and for a minute I lay there with my
legs and arms sprawled out, the examining room door wide open, and this punk ass kid staring down at me.
Well I got back to my feet and slammed the door shut just as I saw his nurse come up behind him. She took
him away and I never saw him again, but the damage was done. I'd been so humiliated in front of a total
stranger and my most secret pieces of clothing had been fondled. I went back to the table and clutched my
clothes to me and sobbed.
"A few minutes later my doctor knocked on the door and came in saying that the M.R.I. people were ready to
see me. She noticed my nakedness and rushed to get me another smock to wear. It was just a paper one but it
was a little larger than the first. I could actually close it around myself and it came down to about my
mid-thigh. I felt a little bit better as she told me to put on my shoes and follow her. I did, and we went back
down the hall toward the blood lab. But this time we went past that door and straight into the front lobby of
the hospital. There were maybe twenty people there, some kids but mostly adults, and I held my arms over my
chest with my head bowed as I walked past them. The doctor led me out through the front door of the hospital.
It was starting to get cloudy and a bit windy.
"I asked her where we were going and she pointed toward a big tractor trailer parked in the side parking lot of
the hospital. She explained that the hospital couldn't afford an M.R.I. machine of their own yet so they were
renting one. Well I still didn't know exactly what an M.R.I. was, but as I walked across the empty side lot the
breeze picked up and I felt my paper gown starting to rise around my hips. I dropped both arms from my
chest and held the gown down, which let me boobs jiggle and bounce as I walked. Thankfully there was no one
around to see, but I still felt so exposed!
"Now, I don't know if you've ever been in an M.R.I., but it's this long metal tube that they slide you into.
Your whole body goes in and they use it to check for damange to muscles and your brain and stuff like that.
This was my first time seeing one, and when the two guys running the machine had me lay down on the table
and then slide me all the way into that narrow little tube, I just knew that they could see right up between my
legs. I shut my eyes tight, both from fear of being seen naked and from my fear of such confined spaces, and I
heard them talking about the procedure. One of them looked right up the tube -- I know because his voice
became very clear from down below my feet, I couldn't have actually looked down that way if I'd wanted to
because of the narrowness of the machine, and he told me I should just lie still for about twenty minutes.
"Well twenty minutes in a narrow metal tube with your pussy almost fully exposed and two guys ocassionally
looking straight up at it seems like twenty years! More than once they had to tell me to lay still or the scan
would be wrong and they'd have to start all over. So I bit my lower lip and waited as patiently as I could.
"I waited so long before they slid me back out and said I should go back, get dressed, and go on home. They
said they'd have the results of the scan in a couple of days and until then I should take the prescription my
doctor had written for me and take it easy. I could faintly hear a light pinging on the metal roof of the trailer
and as I stepped out and down the steps, I found out it had started raining. I looked around for anything I
could hold over my head on the way back to the hospital building but the trailer was pretty empty except for
computer equipment. So I tried to rush back across the parking lot with rain coming down all over me. My
boobs were bouncing around in all directions as I went and I finally had to slow down about halfway back. I
just couldn't keep them under control with no bra.
"Well as you can imagine, my hair was starting to stick to my forehead with moisture and my paper gown,
thin enough to begin with, was getting completely soaked and sticking to my body. I tried to do a shuffle to
keep my boobs somewhat in order but still get back to safety quickly. By the time I made it back to the front
door, I could look down and clearly see my boobs and silver dollar sized nipples through the wet paper. I tried
to pull the smock away from my skin a bit, just so it wouldn't be quite so revealing, and it started to tear. I
hate wet paper because of that. Once it starts to rip, it all goes to hell and sure enough my smock was ripping
open across my boobs and down both of my sides and a hole was forming down below my belly button. I held
my arms over my chest and hurried in through the lobby. I heard several people comment on my nakedness,
some of them little kids who were curious about what I was doing and what were those 'big round pointy
things on her boobies', others were women who seemed shocked and disgusted that I was streaking through a
public place like some kind of tramp, and of course there were one or two guys ranging from teens to middle
aged who commented on how hot and sexy I was or how they'd love to 'warm me up good'.
"I kept my arms over my chest but raised my hands to cover most of my face. I rushed back to the examining
room and shut the door. I leaned back against it, panting and shaking violently. After I caught my breath and
calmed my nerves a bit, I got dressed, being extremely glad that all of my underwear was still in the room,
and sat huddled on the examination table crying about how much of a show I'd put on. It took about ten or
fifteen minutes before I had the strength to walk back out through the lobby and go to my car. I never told
anyone about that and I sure as hell hope that punk kid who tore off my smock didn't know who I was so that
word wouldn't get around about me."
Christine's husband slid an arm around his wife's waist and pulled her down toward him. He kissed her long
and hard on the lips while kneading her meaty buttocks with both hands. He too had a story from his teenage
years which he'd never told anyone, but he wasn't yet ready to tell Christine that he'd been in love with her
huge nipples and meaty frame since the day he'd accidentally torn the gown off of a girl a few years older than
him in a hospital examining room at the age of eighteen.
THE END