What are the Odds of That:
All characters are 18 years old or older. This one was just for fun and has several pop culture references. As I said this one was fun to write and if it comes off as over the top it is. Our protagonist Louis Mustang was born with a rather interesting ability. That is just the beginning as things escalate to a mind-blowing ending. Enjoy!
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Flip of a Coin:
It all started ten years ago when I turned 10. I started noticing strange things going on around me. The first time I remember it happening was at school. I hadn't studied and there was a pop quiz. It was all multiple choice, so I guessed. I was stunned when I got my test back. I had gotten all of them right. My teacher was pleased since I was the only one to get a perfect score. The older I got the more it happened, and the range of weirdness expanded. The most profound event was the first time I picked the winning lottery numbers. My mom and I were in the grocery store and she felt lucky. She was going to get two quick picks when I asked her if I could choose the numbers on one of them.
"Oh, what the heck. What's the harm?" She said and we each picked numbers, mine won.
You know when they tell you money can't buy you happiness, they were right. My parents began squabbling over whose money it was. A side of my dad came out that no one had ever seen. They divorced a year later and he got his half of the money. I hope it was worth it. He never calls or writes not even on our birthdays or Christmas. Our extended family was little better. They came out of the woodwork and demanded, not asked, but demanded money they felt mom owed them. We left, and mom legally changed our names to keep from being hounded.
I got a taste of what it was like being an army brat with all the moving around we did. I was sixteen when we finally settled down. Puberty had brought about a new manifestation of my curse as I considered it. It was a series of wardrobe malfunctions that marked the last two years of high school. Buttons would pop off revealing cleavage, or a zipper would break sending a skirt to the floor. It always happened when I was in the area. It wasn't limited to school though. It stalked me at the mall, at the park, and even at church. Don't get me wrong I'm not religious but I was willing to try anything to prevent my curse from happening. It failed miserably, and the poor nun left the order in shame. I guess she shouldn't have worn that bright red thong under her habit.
I surrendered to my fate and tried to avoid any places or situations where things might go awry. It was a useless endeavor. Instead I tried to find patterns in the events and maybe I could find something that connected them. After about a month a pattern did emerge. The more aroused I was the more likely the unusual would happen. I was staring at a woman with the biggest bluest eyes you ever saw when she bent over to grab a head of lettuce and her blouse failed. I don't know of any other way to describe it. The top three buttons popped off under the considerable pressure and the front catch of her bra snapped at that exact moment. Her tits spilled out and I got an eyeful before she covered up and fled the store in a panic.
My phone buzzed, and I checked the text from my mom. It was yet another reminder to get the fixings for my sister's birthday dinner. I had most of them already and I texted her back telling her so. I noticed the pair of girls moving through the liquor aisle. They must be going to a costume party. One had blue skin, long black hair, and red eyes. The red wasn't isolated to her irises but her sclera as well. How had she done that? Her friend had white skin and hair and the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. The interesting part was her pointed elven ears. I wasn't sure what she was going for, but it was interesting.
"Hi Louis!" They said in unison when they spied me grabbing booze to restock after one of mom's get togethers.
"Hi?" I said not recognizing them.
"You don't remember us do you." The gal with the blue skin said. "Jarael, he doesn't remember us."
"Naiah, he doesn't remember us!" Jarael said intensely. "Sorry, wrong Louis. Gotta go!"
They dashed off and I suspected that I had gotten drunk and fucked them and forgotten. Oh man! Depressed I finished the shopping and managed to get out of the store without any more mishaps. The weather was turning foul, and the wind had a bite to it on my way to my car. I hadn't needed a jacket before, but it was quickly worsening. By the time I pulled into the garage frozen rain was falling and the streets were slicker than shit. I counted cars and thank goodness everyone was accounted for. I carried the first load of bags into the kitchen. Mom was fixing dinner and glanced over her shoulder as I made three more trips from the garage.
"Did you buy the entire store?" She chided.
"I had a bad feeling, so I stocked up a little." I explained as I put things away.
"Well?" Mom asked as she stirred the contents of the skillet.
"Well what?" I replied trying to avoid the inevitable.
"Did anything 'interesting' happen at the store?" She said emphasizing the word interesting with an upward lilt of her voice.
"Maybe," I said as I looked over and noticed she was wearing an apron. "You aren't wearing panties. I can tell."
"They are in the laundry." She giggled. "Tell me." Mom purred as she wiggled her ass.
"My mom the pervert." I said as I remembered the stranger's tits. "She was tall, statuesque and built like a tank. Her tits were huge." I continued feeling my cock stiffen. "She was wearing a short dark skirt and a vanilla colored blouse. She was in the produce section when I stopped to check my list. I looked up just as she bent over and that's when it happened."
"MMMMMM!" Mom moaned as looked over her shoulder at me and licked her lips. "Go on!"
"She bent over, and buttons flew everywhere. Before she could do anything the front catch of her bra broke and her tits tumbled out. They were natural and that surprised me." I said as mom moaned again.
"How do you know they weren't store bought?" She asked as she turned down the flame on the front burner.
"Her areolas were freaking huge. They were like this big." I said holding up my left hand and gestured with thumb and forefinger. "She had those weird nipples."
"They were inverted, sweet!" Mom giggled as it happened again.
Mom moved over to the sink to wash her hands as I carried over coffee filters to the cabinets above the sink. My bulge and her plump ass collided. It wasn't the first time and likely wouldn't be the last.
"Irk!" Mom whimpered. "Now you know why I don't wear panties." She said as she ground her ass against me. "I had that dream again last night."
"You mean," I moaned as I opened the cabinet and placed the filters in their spot. "The one about this happening without any clothes on."
