Vent

Vanessa ran over to the vent and began to pull the grate out. She worked as quickly as she could with the sound of the door being slammed. The metal clanging reverberated around the room and made Vanessa work faster. Within seconds, Vanessa removed the grate and saw that the vent only went into the next room. Sure it wasn’t the spy escape she was hoping for but it was better than nothing. Shoving the grate of the other side, Vanessa climbed head first through the opening. Everything was going smoothly, she pulled her arms and head through, until she got to her chest. Her breasts were too big to fit. Vanessa began to panic, knowing that she didn’t have enough time to find a new hiding spot. Reluctantly, she knew her only option was to **** them through. Reaching one arm back, she grabbed her breasts and began to tug them through. The tight space crushed her breasts painfully between her torso and the metal plates. Her fingers dig into the flesh and kept pulling. Her top was getting shredded by the forceful tugs, and Vanessa feared her breasts were going to pop. With every once of strength she had left she pulled, and after what felt like an eternity, her breasts popped out on the other side. She could see them hanging bellow her, her ripped shirt doing little to hide her chest.

After her accomplishment, she began to pull the rest of her body through. That was until her second problem came up. Her hips were too wide to go through the vent. Now, she was completely stuck. And as if things couldn’t get any worse for her, she heard the sound of a door getting knocked off its hinges. Looking around in the room she entered, she tried to think of anything she could do to save herself. The room looked like an office, with a large wooden desk in the center of the room and papers scattered across the top. Nothing that could help her escape. All she could do know was hope that the sphere couldn’t recognize just her ass.