NOTE: This story uses characters created by Daze Earth and featured in several stories here on this site. I recommend reading those first so that the story makes better sense.
She was in the airport when the hunger pangs hit her.
"Damn, I need to grab a snack or something. They'll feed us in first class of course, but that won't be for an hour or two. I won't survive that long!"
Linda looked stunning in a black pants suit and heels. Her white blouse was opened just enough to show a peek of her delicious cleavage. Her lustrous black hair fell just past her shoulders and around her neck was a beautiful pearl necklace.
Walking through the airport, she was aware of all the male eyes on her and the jealous glares of women.
Smiling imperiously, she flounced into an airport kiosk and over to the snack section.
"Hmmm...chips are definitely too messy...little pastries? Not what I'm feeling...
Oooh! Chocolate! That's it!"
Her delicate hand closed around a candy bar and in the next moment she was ripping the paper off and hoisting the sweet brown goodness to her mouth...
Wait! Just before popping it in her mouth, she caught sight of something buried underneath the bar...something shiny..
It was a golden ticket.
"Oh my god!" Linda shrieked.
A crowd materialized around her.
"She found one of the tickets!"
"Beautiful and lucky! What a woman!"
Somehow she found herself back at her and Sam's apartment, clutching the ticket, a look of amazement on her face. Open mouthed, she edged over to the bed where Uncle Gemmel and Cousin Chippy, both wearing nightclothes lay. They sat up at her arrival, staring stupefied at the bright golden ticket held proudly aloft...
"A golden ticket! Linda, you are amazing!"
They hopped out of bed and began dancing around the room.
"Winner! Winner! Chicken dinner!"
Linda awoke to a pillow covered in drool.
"Dammit!"
She turned to Sam.
"I just had the strangest dream!"
Sam gave her a bleary eyed look. "Dreams have a message to them. What do you think this one was telling you?"
Linda's brow furrowed. What was the weird dream trying to tell her? Why was the Wizard of Oz or whatever that dumb old movie was in her head?
The doorbell rang.
Linda had been asleep in just a bra and panties, so she grabbed a fuzzy robe to put on as she opened the door.
Her fat obnoxious neighbor Gemmel stood on the threshold. His eyes immediately fixed on the opening of her robe, which Linda had only carelessly gathered around her.
"Whoa! Nice rack, babes!"
Linda tried to pull the robe closed, but Gemmel was too quick. His hand shot out and yanked the robe down to her waist. Linda's big boobs quivered in her too-tight bra.
"Gemmel! Stop! What do you want, anyway?"
The big man's hand closed on Linda's hair, yanking her close to him. His other hand reached expertly around her neatly flicking open the bra catch.
BOING!
Linda's huge firm boobs exploded out of their confinement, much to Gemmel's delight.
"Dang, girl! They just love being set free, don't they?"
Linda furiously pulled her robe closed, shaking her head to try and loosen his grip on her hair.
"You jerk! Someone is going to see me!"
"Nothing to worry about, Linda, " Gemmel said soothingly. "Everybody in this town has seen your boobs already! Remember the parade?"
Linda blushed deeply as she remembered the Christmas parade just a few months earlier. Sam had talked her into riding on a float, showing the Nativity scene, as Mary. Somehow Chippy had snuck in as Baby Jesus, while Gemmel, disguised by a huge turban, was one of the Wise Men. The two of them had somehow gotten her naked and tied spread-eagled to a Christmas tree. The audience in the parade thought it was the most hilarious thing and it wasn't until the end of the parade route that Linda had managed to free herself.
Gemmel's hand groped her pussy as she continued to try and wiggle free.
"You were in my dream last night!" Linda said, the thought distracting her from her predicament.
It was not what Gemmel expected either, and it caused him to lose his grip on her.
"Well, sure!" he preened. "My muscular physique or my massive cock?"
Linda was barely aware of him as the neurons fired in her brain.
"Lucky ticket! I had a lucky ticket! The lottery! The dream was telling me to get lottery tickets! I need to shower and go to the 7-11!"
She pulled away and darted back inside.
Gemmel stared at the closed door nonplussed. But at least he knew where she would be later...
Four hours later, Linda was dressed, made up, and heading out to the nearby convenience store. She wore a tight purple t-shirt, a v-neck to show off a little cleavage, and a short white and pink checked skirt. Her hair was up showing her pretty neck and her red lipstick was stunning.
She flounced into the store, slightly disappointed to find it empty except for the store owner, Mr. Sanchez, who was humming along to some mariachi music playing on the radio and arranging chips in the snack aisle. He barely looked up as she came in.
"I need lottery tickets, please! Twenty-five of them!"
She had hoped that this large order would catch his attention, but he merely grunted and walked to the lottery machine behind the counter.
"What numbers, miss?"
She looked at him blankly.
He gave an exasperated sigh. "Say six numbers. They come up tonight, you win."
Oh, so that's how it worked. Linda had never actually bought a lottery ticket before.
"So, on the first ticket? Sixteen--that's my birthday! And then, twelve--that's the day Sam and I got married, and three--that's how many kids we're going to have..."
Forty-five minutes later, Linda had finished ordering and Mr. Sanchez handed her the printed tickets. He looked exhausted, Linda thought, and then smiled to herself. It couldn't be easy being in the presence of a beautiful and sexy woman. She wondered if maybe he had had an erection the whole time. Poor man, that must be painful! She gave a little bow of thanks, knowing it would give him a nice flash of cleavage. He made no reply, so she gathered the tickets and left.
I wonder if he'll go to the back and rub one off? She turned back curiously...
BAM!
She ran headlong into a big man, dropping the lottery tickets on the ground.
"Let me help you, there" the big man said, dropping to the ground.
"Why thank you! That's so--"
Linda stopped abruptly and flushed. He had turned his face upward and was staring right up her dress.
"Granny panties? I was hoping for a thong!" Gemmel complained.
"Dammit, Gemmel! Stop!"
