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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?

Insert typical declaimer here. Yea…so I’m your author or storyteller even for this evening, or day, or whatever time it is when you read these things. The following situation is fiction. The characters are copy right of square enix. So don’t sue me. Not that they'd ever find this stuff. Anyway…. On to the story!

“So I’m an embarrassment, Steve? I embarrass you?” Anne smirked angrily over her shoulder at Steve, who looked extremely pleased with himself.

“Yep. That’s exactly it. Every time I turn around, you’re doing something to make me look stupid. But, you’re not just an embarrassment,” he began, almost savoring the words, “Anne, you’re a joke.”

It seemed as though Mai's star couldn't rise any higher. After her freak accident trip to the States, she had been an unknown, working lingerie catalogs at the margins of the industry like most "petite" models. Then, in a flash of inspiration, she had discovered a way to increase her bust size without the need for dangerous and illegal breast implants. Her new voluptuous figure had propelled her into the highest tiers of the business, where her Japanese grace and poise gave her a decided advantage over the balloon-brained bimbos she had passed on the way to the top.