A small window

Dana found what she was looking for - a small open window. She peeked inside, seeing only darkness and not hearing anything except the faint hum of a machine. That must be the generator, she thought.

The small window was about chest height for her, and it would be a tight fit. She found a small box to give her some height, as she began squeezing herself through the window.

The start was fairly simple - she had to struggle a bit to fit her chest through, but she managed with just a few scratches. Once she reached her past her waist, she had to let go of her footing - and that's where the trouble started.

As Dana lifted her feet in the air, she reached out to balance herself, putting her palms on the ground for support. She dragged herself away from the window, until the window pane reached the apex of her plump ass.

Her progress stopped. She was stuck in the window frame at an awkward angle, hands on the ground as her legs were lifted high in the air on the outside. She felt panic start to build as her hands started feeling heavy - she wouldn't be able to keep this up for long, and she needed to do something right now.