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DRAFT - MILF 6
🕑 Added 2024-08-31 03:50:40 +0000 UTCIn the "old" picture, left we have the picture the girls found last draft, right we have the portrait Becca had home in the 1st draft.
The following panels are renders of Becca's house where I did some more work so I could make this and other scenes happen. Just found that Lauren's room needs a huge rework, but this was a good day when I could prepare at least a little of future plot for GD season 2.
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Later that week, Becca is sitting under low light, looking to her mobile, flooded with nostalgia…
Becca: Ah, these times were so happy…
Suddenly, young lips approached her ear.
Lauren: You didn’t answer the question.
Becca: What?
Against the light, furious blue eyes, that had a nice cleavage on a very tight top, demanding in high voice.
Madison: Why is my mother on a picture with Brittany Anderson!
At the living room, besides them, with headphones, Brandon shouts.
Brandon: Can’t pause! It’s an online game!
Lauren: Yes, and why does she has the exact same chest size Madison has.
Madison: Lauren!
Becca: Haha, come on, girls… first of all, this is not Brittany, this is Crystal Watters, and this picture shows the reason your mother call you mini-me: you’re an exact copy of her. Mostly.
Madison’s face went red, it was possible to hear the pressure increasing inside her as rage dominates her face and her hands close with arms fully stretched – kinda a power pose, “I’m furious” edition.
Lauren: No way, I see this bitch every day at University, she is Brittany Anderson.
Becca: Honey, this picture is washed. And Madison’s dad is in the picture too.
Lauren: Washed? I didn't put it into the washing machine!
Becca: Hahaha, you girls are so young you’d never know… this is how we used to call old color degrading pictures. Crystal Watters used makeup on the eyes too, but she is mixed race, her skin is darker.
Madison: Y-you still didn’t answer the question!
Becca: Fine…
Becca stands and sit at the table.
Becca: Back I’m the day we were all friends. I was the shorty talented in sports, Crystal was the cheerleader and Wendy was my BFF, so, sometimes we hang together. Brian was the rich guy who paid the nice rides to us all.
Lauren: But you said Crystal was mad at you because of dad!
Becca: Well, we didn’t talk much after your father impregnate me... That was pretty early in our relationship.
Madison was looking at the mobile. Something was bothering her a lot.
Madison: Is it because of this my dad barely talk to me?
Becca: Maybe. You girls look a lot like us in our prime, considering Brian have always been into younger girls, for him, it might feel even worse.
Madison: Eew! My dad sees my mother in me!
Lauren: Double Eew! My dad hugs me and kisses me all the time!
Madison: Eew! Disgusting!
Becca: Eew-Wrong! Your dad have always been into older girls. He says you look like a teen, you’re a kid to him.
Lauren: Was that a compliment or an insult?
Madison: But... how did my mother became the Giantess she is today?
Lauren: More important, how did she grow such gigantic boobs?
Becca and Madison looked at Lauren for a while on a weird silence.
Lauren: Come on, I have no height and I’m almost flat chested, some boobs would be nice.
Madison: Breasts.
Becca: For the boobs it might be a generic treat of her family, it is a big boobs family.
Madison: Breasts!
Becca: But for height... I have no idea. One day she was shorter than me, after that we had our mom growth spurts but she kept getting taller, and growing bigger and bigger boobs.
Madison: Breasts!!!
Lauren: You said you were friends with the tall girl, doesn’t she has a clue how I can gain some height? And maybe growing some breasts?
Madison: BOOBS!
After Madison yell, Brandon look back from the living room crossing eyes with Madison, and 3 seconds later, we count 3 hours to her, blood splits in the screen for he has been killed in the game.
Becca and Lauren look to each other, frozen, and then back to Madison, blushing to deep red as she melts in the floor.
Becca: So… what about we do a little visit to an old friend of mine so we won’t bother your dad on his game?
On the car, in the back seat, Madison remains silent, red as a tomato.
Lauren: Mom, do you think this is really a good idea? Let’s say the we and Brittany don’t have a good relationship, and I think Mrs. Anderson may not be very happy with you because of dad.
Becca: Relax, honey. As far as I know she divorced years ago and her daughter lives with her father so she can travel to work.
Becca: Do you believe she is an orthopedic specialist and consultant for China’s Olympics organization?
Lauren: Mystery solved, she is the one behind the 9 feet tall Chinese players. I already like her.
Inside the building, they walk in an unusually long corridor that divide the apartments, for sound isolation and service.
Lauren: Mom, you know this is the service corridor, don’t you?
Becca: Honey, if you knew the time I saved by using service access in my life. Also you’d be grateful we had one of these when I was about having you.
Lauren: Eew, enough details, mom, I get it.
Before they reach the main hall door, meters from them, a black tall guy leave a smaller door with his shirt on his hands. He was a known figure, the quarterback of the University Team.
Madison: Arnold? Fucking Arnold Jackson?
Arnold looks back and break running.
As they turn left in the hall and press the bell, Madison realizes what just happened.
Madison: It is not enough Brittany stealing boy’s attention, now her mother fuck with them?
Lauren: The plot thickens.
The door opens, and an imposing figure shows up.
About 8 inches shorter than Becca (in heels), a very tall woman, permanently tanned by nature, with the built of an Amazon and curly hair shows up.
She was looking up, with contempt. She wasn’t waiting for them.
Crystal: I should stop with the mushrooms, because I’m hallucinating you’re taller than me.
Becca: How are you doing, old friend? Can we come in?
Becca entered, passing through Crystal.
Crystal: Whatever, Becky, you’re already in.
Lauren: Good night, Mrs. Anderson.
Lauren entered right after Becca and Madison stayed standing in the same place, closed fists with arms stretched at the side or her body, chest up and looking mad at Crystal.
Crystal looked at the “short” girl, then back to Becca and gave up closing the door, entering in the living room sitting in the couch in front of Becca.
Crystal: Okay, what bring you to my house, Becky Johnson.
Becca: It is Becca now, Becca Thompson, if you didn’t notice my height or the fact I married…
Crystal: Yeah, yeah, got it.
Crystal’s mood suddenly changed from annoyed to sexy.
Crystal: So, how’s hot stuff going?
Becca: Still going hot and not for you to taste.
Lauren: Eew, this is the most disgusting day of my life!
Crystal: She looks just like you back in the day… but prettier because of the blonder hair and greener eyes but…
Crystal: What’s up with the Wendy clone with smaller tits over there?
Madison: You’re just like your bitch daughter! You stole Arnold from me!
Crystal: Hey, hey, not at all. We’ve been, uh, together for a year already, then he dumped me a couple of months ago, but to come back last month because, you know, nobody forgets an Amazon Woman.
Becca: I know what you mean.
Lauren: Mom!
Crystal: Wait a minute… was it you who made him break up with me?
Crystal fitted Madison for a while.
Crystal: You blondies really love a chocolate boy, don’t you?
Madison sat on Crystal’s couch, looking down.
Crystal: Right, business, Becky.
Becca: Sure.
Becca suited her body better in the tall couch, crossing her long legs, as both Lauren and Madison had to sit in the tip of the couch so their feet could reach the floor.
Becca: As you know, the 3 of us had grown after university, while our daughters are still short even with taller parents now…
Crystal: Tell it by yourself, 'cause ma' girl is 6’, that’s pretty tall already.
Lauren: Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson, what my mother meant…
Crystal: It’s Watters, miss Waters, I’m divorced. And still hot, you can ask that to Arnold.
Madison: Grrrr!
Crystal: You can also tell me your names before I begin addressing you as mini Becca and Mini Wendy.
Lauren: Fine, Ms. Watters. My name is Lauren, and she is Madison…
Crystal begin to laugh.
Crystal: Old woman names, huh? Like Grandma lies, haha.
Lauren: We’re interested to know if you have any clue how you, my mother or Madison’s mother had grown so much taller than us when you shouldn't.
Crystal: Why didn’t you ask your mother? She didn’t had any problem growing as you can see.
Becca: Unfortunately, Cris, I have no clue either. You play with the big guys at China so...
Lauren: Yes, maybe some growth secrets like growth hormones and…
Crystal: No-no, no way. The only way safe of growing with growth hormone is self production, inside your own body.
Madison: So explain the freaking giants of their Olympics team!
Crystal: Look, China would pump hormones to grow a chicken to the size of an elephant if they could, but there’s no such a thing, so they do a proper job of assisting growth.
Crystal: The procedures to induce growth on athletes is not a state secret, I follow their best, no anomalies, just well fed kids developing under a sports schedule.
Lauren: What about your daughter? She’s grown pretty fast isn’t it?
Crystal: Her dad treats her like a princess, and she has the genetics of a queen, what were you waiting for?
Madison stands, determined to leave.
Madison: She has nothing. Or won’t share it with us. We’re wasting our time.
Becca: 'Kay, let’s go then.
They all stand to leave.
Becca: Nice to see you again, Cris, uh… we’re going have dinner out today, wanna join?
Crystal: Nah, I’m good, I have stuff to eat here. I get specially hungry after sex.
Madison: Grrr!
While the girls leave, suddenly Madison turns back.
Madison: Just to let one thing clear, I owe you nothing, I can date black, white , Asian and whatever I want! E… even girls if I want!
Becca gets was caught by Madison’s last phrase.
Becca: Oh, that was unexpected.
Lauren: Don’t mention it…
Madison turned back to leave, but Crystal wouldn’t let it go…
Crystal: Do as you wish, but you gotta grow bigger boobs before taking a guy from me, tiny tits!
Madison went all red and got inches from Crystal, looking up, boosting her tight cleavage as tall as she could, once again, closed fists straight in that kind of power pose.
Madison: My “tits” are much bigger than you can notice, from your bizarre point of view, you giraffe!
Crystal: Still not big enough to keep Arnold. Tiny tits!
Madison anger was growing. It was visible in her face. Something else was happening while nobody noticed…
Madison: My tits aren't tiny, they are huge!
Crystal: Tiny tits!
Madison: My tits are huge!!!
Crystal: Tiny tits!!!
Madison: My tits are HUGE!!!
Riiip!
Madison’s top ripped, destroyed by her newly grown bigger melons. Crystal steps back, scared, looking down to the same pink nipples that she has seen before, probably in a similar occasion.
Crystal: Oh my, oh my, you’re just like your mother!
