Hope the doctor liked my titty flash

You catch a glimpse of big tits barely contained before the exam even begins, and suddenly the appointment feels very different.

You imagine the moment of exposure — fabric pulled aside, a breath held, eyes watching for a reaction. You feel the heat of that specific thrill, the one that comes from being seen exactly where you shouldn't be.

You know that look got burned into memory long after the visit ended. You can picture the distraction it caused, the professionalism slipping just slightly. You want to be the reason someone's hands weren't entirely steady.