Annie awoke to the sound of her alarm clock, and stirred from her sleep. It was barely morning; the sun wasn’t even up yet. “What a weird dream,” she said to herself. The alarm sounded so far away, and almost as if it was beneath her. She groggily reached out to shut it off, but was surprised to find that her hand hit only air. Her eyes fluttered open, and she screamed at the sight in front of her. Firstly, her boobs were enormous. Second, they were touching the ceiling, which meant she was floating. It wasn’t a dream, she thought to herself with a gasp. What am I going to do now?
