Get the dress!

Wanda didn't waste a second. As soon as Mrs. Hart was gone Wanda opened the mailbox and reached inside. She hoped Mrs. Hart would forgive her for stealing her mail but this was an emergency. An opportunity to end her nightmare had presented itself and Wanda wasn't about to waste it.

However, as Wanda reached further into the dropbox, she realized she couldn't feel the package or anything else for that matter. She stretched her arm as far as it could go allowing the edge of the hatch dig deep into her exposed armpit. It was an uncomfortable sensation, but Wanda still couldn't find anything. She removed her arm and looked down into the slot to realize the dropbox was neatly empty. The package was sitting at the bottom of the box just out of her reach.

"Dammit," Wanda said furrowing her brow in frustration. She pulled herself out of the dropbox and hide behind it once again. She wasn't ready to give up on the dress just yet. Wanda leaned against the box as she thought but was shocked when it started the lean with her. Wanda quickly checked the base of the dropbox and saw that some of the screws keeping the box in place were missing.

"I wonder?" Wanda thought. She quickly grabbed onto the edges of the dropbox and slowly leaned it in her direction. If Wanda could bring the box all the way to the ground, the package would be knocked closer to the hatch. However, as the box was leaned to about a 45-degree angle, it suddenly stopped. The rusty screws that were still in place were holding tight. Wanda placed all her weight onto the dropbox trying to **** it to the ground, but it wouldn't budge. With no options left Wanda was left with ****. After quickly looking around to see if the coast was clear, Wanda opened the hatch and shoved both her arms and head inside. She then started shimming her way further into the dropbox to grab the package. She was just about there when she felt her large breasts get wedged into the opening. Wanda couldn't get any closer. She reached with all her might until she finally grabbed the accursed box.

"Yes!" Wanda smiled pulling up the package. She finally had some clothes. She could walk down the street like normal. Things were looking up! At that moment Wanda's feet stopped touching the ground. The dropbox began tilting back into its proper upright position. Wanda kicked her feet wildly trying to reconnect to the ground for stability but to no avail. The dropbox slammed back down with a great crash. The **** of which pushed Wanda's breasts through the opening causing her to fall into the empty dropbox.

She smashed into the base of the dropbox her fall slightly cushioned by a layer of letters. She was dazed for a bit. When she regained her composure Wanda realized she was smushed inside the mailbox upside-down. She tried to move herself right side up, but she could barely move. There simply wasn't enough room. She was Trapped!

"Oh God," Wanda whispered, face pressed against the side of the dropbox, "I'm stuck."

I'm really stuck! How do I get out of here!