"Will you sit still, George?" hissed Gaynor to her boyfriend George.

Aged 41-years-old, Gaynor Wilson was short and plump with large tits which nevertheless defied gravity with their pertness and a large round backside. Today was the day for her holiday insurance physical. Her friend Beth had told Gaynor about her doctor who, Beth had said, was very thorough and professional. Gaynor had wasted no time in acting on this recommendation, trusting the opinion of her friend to the max. Her boyfriend George was a 52-year-old recent divorcee, had met Gaynor on an online dating app and had recently convinced her to come with him on their first holiday together. Requiring holiday insurance had seen Gaynor have to book in for a full physical examination, given that she had not been to see the doctor in a while.

"I just don't know what to do with you", admonished Gaynor.

"Don't bite my head off, what's a matter with you?", replied George, squeezing Beth's hand to comfort her.

"Sorry, I'm just not sure what to expect, like how much will I have to take off?", whispered Beth, snuggling up to George.

"Relax, it's for the holiday remember", George replied reassuringly, smirking secretly to himself. George had since his teens harbored a fantasy of seeing a doctor nonchalantly order his female partner to strip completely naked and proceed to do a series of humiliating tests on her including having her carry out a range of stretches and exercises, all while he watched on. His long held fantasy flashed through his head as he comforted Gaynor.

Dr. Schiffman's office, the previous day ...

Dr. Simon Watts shook hands with one of his closest friends in the medical world, Dr. William Schiffman. In stark contrast to the tall, imposing figure cast by Dr. Schiffman, Dr. Watts was a short five foot four with a combover poorly covering an obviously bald head and thick jam-jar bottom spectacles. Dr. Schiffman was going on holiday for a day and, calling in a long-owed favour, had asked Dr. Watts to cover his surgery. Today was the day before his day away so Dr. Schiffman was going through the worksheet for the following day with Dr. Watts over a cup of tea.

"Pretty straight forward day for you then, Simon. Just a half dozen pensioners for their prescription renewals, Mrs. O'Neill is in to have her cast taken off. Oh and I almost forgot, we have a new patient Ms. Wilson, in for an insurance physical*, said Dr. Schiffman.

"Insurance physical?" asked Dr. Watts, intrigued.

Oh yes, we get them from time to time. The insurance company sends us a checklist of tests they need, this it here. Looks pretty comprehensive - complete well-woman examination, x-rays, the works" said Dr. Schiffman.

"But we only open three working hours, how can we fit it in a full physical at the same time as everything else?" asked Dr. Watts, perusing the clipboard that Dr. Schiffman had handed him.

"Don't worry, Rosemary knows what to do", replied Dr. Schiffman before detailing his system for full patient physicals.

Dr. Watt felt a tingle of excitement as Dr. Schiffman detailed his system for full patient physicals - for efficiency and speed, once in the exam room, the nurse simply instructed the patient to strip completely and remain that way until their examination was complete. There were no exceptions, and he'd need to take the patient's measurements for demographic monitoring purposes, Dr. Schiffman added.

Dr. Schiffman's surgery, the following day.

Dr. Watts continued down the corridor to his next patient who was waiting in examination room 3 for a general health check for her heart condition.

Outside in the waiting area, the nurse came out of Examination Room 1 opposite the waiting area where Gaynor, George and two men were sat.

"Gaynor Wilson please?", said the nurse, perusing her clipboard.

Gaynor plucked up her courage and squeezed George's hand before getting up and heading for the open door of exam room 1. George felt a rush of arousal at the thought of Gaynor having to expose parts of herself to the doctor and nurse, thinking that at least he would be able to hear of the examination when they got home. What he heard next through the thin walls of the examination room must have shocked him to the core.

"Right, looks like you're here for a full physical examination, Ms. Wilson. If you could disrobe completely for the doctor who will be with you shortly, I just have to go get something from reception. Everything including your underwear needs to come off, you can leave your clothes there", said the nurse, indicating to a wooden chair next to the desk in one corner of the room.

Gaynor looked at the nurse, looking rather stunned. Having not expected to have to remove much clothing straight away, the nurse was asking her to strip down to her birthday suit right now Gaynor thought, as she looked pensively at the waiting room as the nurse opened and shut the door as she exited, sure the men had heard the nurse's instructions for her to strip.

Gaynor caught sight for the first time in the wall - length mirror opposite the wooden desk and chair. An examination couch and equipment trolley with various medical implements on it sat next to the mirror, Gaynor's eyes hovering over the different sized speculums, tape measure and thermometers on top of the equipment tray. She was broken out of her reverie by the nurse popping her head back round the door.

"Are you still dressed Ms. Wilson? Come along, the doctor will be down to see you soon" said the nurse.

"Sorry" said Gaynor, blushing beet red.

As soon as the door had shut, Gaynor started to strip down. The black pumps she had worn were first, along with the white trainer socks she had worn. Gaynor placed her shoes neatly behind the chair before pulling the red and white dress she had worn over head and off, placing it neatly on the chair.

Gaynor caught sight of herself for the first time in the wall - length mirror opposite the wooden desk and chair, playfully pouting and posing with her hands on her hips at her reflection before continuing to look around. Her eyes darted to an examination couch and equipment trolley with various medical implements on it sat next to the mirror, Gaynor's eyes hovering over the different sized speculums, tape measure and thermometers on top of the equipment tray. She was broken out of her reverie by the nurse popping her head back round the door.

"Are you still dressed Ms. Wilson? Come along, the doctor will be down to see you soon" said the nurse.

"Sorry" said Gaynor, blushing beet red.

As soon as the door had shut, Gaynor started to strip down. The black pumps she had worn were first, along with her white trainer socks. Gaynor placed her shoes neatly behind the chair before pulling the red and white dress she had worn over head and off, placing it neatly on the chair.

With her back to the door, Gaynor unhooked her lacy black bra, her ample boobs popping out of their cups.