Hannah was on her way out, leaving class early to get a smoke break in. She was 5'9, slightly chubby, with pale skin. Her long black hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore laced leather pants, boots, and a tight low cut black and grey striped shirt, with her huge breasts bulging out over the tops, exposing her ample cleavage. On her way through the hallway, some bitch professor knocked into her, and continued on without so much as an apology, further annoying an already irritated Hannah.
Just as she reached the door leading to the outside world, Hannah was startled by a loud crack. She walked to the doorway from which the sound emanated, and was met with the sight of some backpacks strewn about the floor but no owners in sight. Curious, she began walking into the class. A few steps in, her foot got caught on a backpack, and she tripped over. She felt something pop under her chest when she landed, and she felt a slight tickle between her breasts. Slowly, grasping her aching head as she got back on her feet, causing a few more crunching noises in the process, she glanced down at her chest. It took her a few seconds to grasp what she saw: on her shirt, on each breast, were a few red blotched, and the flattened remains of tiny students caked to her god like form. Looking further down, into her cleavage, she spotted the one individual that made it out alive, who was trapped in her colossal cleavage, and dazed from the impact. Hannah was speechless, but then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an object on the floor, which looked like a gun from old cheesy sci fi movies which she loved, she walked towards it, tucking the guy deeper in her cleavage so he didnt fall out, and when she bent down to pick it up, she noticed another small person on the floor. She picked them both up.