She tries to get in through the doggy door

Feeling ****, Vanessa considered her options. She could try to flag down a neighbor for help, but the thought of exposing herself to strangers was mortifying. As she circled the house looking for places that could have a spare key stashed in, she looked at the front door and realized it had a doggy door. Vanessa's family hadn't had a dog in years, so the doggy door was latched shut from the inside. But Vanessa figured the latch would probably give up and open if she kicked it hard enough. Vanessa took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then positioned herself in front of the doggy door. She raised her foot and gave the doggy door a hard kick.

To her relief, the latch broke easily and the doggy door swung open. Vanessa let out a sigh of relief and started crawling through the small door backwards, feet first. Vanessa was relieved to realize her hips fit through the opening. For the average person, the hips are the widest part of the body, and if they could fit through, everything else would too. But Vanessa was not an average person. Vanessa's large bust proved to be a challenge as she tried to squeeze herself through the doggy door. She could feel the fabric of her nightgown stretching taut around her chest, and she winced as she heard the material starting to tear. But she didn't want to get stuck half-way, so she pushed herself harder, gritting her teeth as she felt her breasts being squished against the doggy door frame.

As Vanessa continued to **** herself through the doggy door, she could feel the pressure on her chest becoming unbearable. She tried to take deep breaths to alleviate the discomfort, but it only made things worse. The wet fabric of her nightgown only made the friction higher. Vanessa felt the fabric tear further and the fabric clinging to her skin, making the process even more agonizing. She was getting worried that she'd get stuck. She tried to wriggle her way out but found it was no use; she was wedged.

"Please don't get stuck," she muttered under her breath, trying to inch herself out again. She pushed and wriggled, her breathing becoming shallow as she strained against the confines of the doggy door. It was no use. She could no longer move in either direction. Vanessa realized she was truly stuck, her body wedged awkwardly in the doggy door. Panic set in as she frantically tried to wriggle free, but it was no use. She was wedged tight, her chest feeling like it was being squeezed by an unseen hand. The fabric of her nightie was torn and clinging to her skin, adding to the discomfort.