Curvy Issues

Light seemed to be her best friend in this nightmare scenario. Which was unfortunate, seeing as this section of the building was mostly pitch black. Would that flickering light in the distance be enough to drive that... Thing... Away?

Only one way to find out. But first, Grace took a minute to collect herself. She sat on the floor, breathing, while bringing a hand to her aching chest.

Despite having a figure that many models would admire, Grace... Wasn't a big fan of her proportions. Specifically, she wasn't a fan of her boobs.

They didn't really match her timid demeanor. They were heavy, sensitive. Giving her nothing but unwanted attention and back pain. Here she was, running for her life, while her big tits were just... Bouncing, and flopping, and...

Grace sighed. Leaning her head back. If she couldn't find her own clothes, maybe she'd at least find a sports bra in her size. It didn't sound likely, but she had to get lucky eventually, right?

"Okay. Okay, okay, time to go. You can do this."

Grace crawled out of the room on all fours... Briefly forgetting about the camera aimed at her raised ass... Then she took off down the hall, using both hands to hold her breasts. She arrived at the exit-- A security gate, just barely open!

"Yes! Yes, yes, come on!"

Grace crawled onto the floor and began shimmying her way through the gap... Just as the sound of lumbering footsteps grew closer, accompanied by chains and a low growl.

"Oh, no. No, please, come on!" Grace whined. She squirmed and kicked, inching her way through the gate-- But her breasts weren't the only inconvenience tonight, as she struggled to fit her shapely, pale ass through the gap!

With a groan of effort, the popped through-- Only for a massive hand to grab her leg and start dragging her back into the darkness...

"No! No!" She kicked...