DRAFT - MILF 4

The first and second renders were reused, the third was updated with a new character, and this fourth one is all new, with another try for Becca's house.

It is a little simpler than intended, the neighborhood is not there yet, but I think this house will do for now, as I see other action scenes working inside it: it has the stairs and the living room by the side of the dining room, so, all good.

Brandon and Becca got their "comfortable clothes" set, Becca got an update in the hair while Brandon got a full hair and skin review, letting them almost ready to play in this story.

These draft are intended to become, one day, second season of the Giantess Dream Canon series.

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Saturday morning.

The birds sing outside, while the soft breeze of the morning waves the white curtains on the Thomson’s main bedroom.

Inside, Becca rides vigorously her husband, letting almost silent moans escape from her mouth.

Brandon holds her waist, watching his wife’s D cups, that didn’t look so big on her tall frame, jump up and down, as they exercise their silent morning sex early in the morning, to avoid her daughter to notice it like they’ve been doing for years.

Satisfied, Becca kisses her husband and leaves nude to a bath, as Brandon looks at her perfect body entering the bathroom, and enjoys another morning of a family weekend.

After a refreshing bath, Becca wears a tight top, and a jeans shorts, a bit tight already, and came down to prepare breakfast, as the dedicated mother she was.

Downstairs, some time later…

Becca: Coffee is ready! Honey? Lauren?

In a couple of minutes, both come down, Brandon as a brand new man, heading to his 40, of course, and…

Lauren, still on her pajamas, looking like she is having a hangover.

Becca: Good morning, my dears!

As she kisses them, Lauren grunts.

Lauren: How can someone be so happy at the morning?

Brandon laughs while enjoying his breakfast. Lauren in other hand looks down on her cereal in the bowl and the hot milk in the mug, still processing how to do whatever she does every weekend.

As Becca divides her time, some bites at the table and organizing the counter, her athletic thighs and firm ass make themselves pretty noticeable in such short shorts.

Lauren looks at it and slowly turns her head at her father, that is enjoying the view as well.

She watches Becca walking though the door and then back. Becca stared back.

Becca: Need something, honey?

Lauren: I'd like to know why you’re on high heels and wearing clothes of a 15 years old if you are a freaking mother.

Becca: Lauren, I’m home, I like dressing like this.

Brandon: Why so upset, Lauren, your mother is a beautiful woman, there’s nothing wrong with her clothes.

Lauren stand and approaches her mother, that funny enough is at the side of the same door they have her measurements marked in.

Lauren: Are you sure? Look at this, her shorts are about to rip!

Becca turns, showing her wonderful ass.

Becca: I might have put some weight honey, but it is not that tight!

Lauren: But this is what I am talking about, you keep growing taller and taller, taking all the attention from boys while I’m a freaky dwarf!

Lauren points up to the marks of her mother in the wall, cause, you know, since they begin measuring Lauren, Brandon, as a joke, begin measuring Becca. The first line, counts at 5’8”, and goes far beyond, up to 6’4”.

Becca: Relax, honey, you’re a late bloomer, just like me.

Lauren: We know I’m not a late bloomer, I’m 5’4” since always! Meanwhile, Brittany the Freak grows a foot every month!

Brandon: Isn’t she the girl you bullied because she was skinny and short back in the day? Brittany the Fairy!

Lauren: This is none of your business!

Becca: She even kept the name to use on competition, but she is not taller than 6’.

Lauren: All the guys are drooling at her...

Lauren was sad at one moment, but she suddenly pointed up at Becca.

Lauren: And at you!

Brandon: Honey, don’t worry about it, a nice guy will never go for the tall one, they’re intimidating, when I fell in love for your mother it was all about love.

Becca: Crystal almost freaked out when she fond out me and your dad were together. And she was the 6’1” cheerleader.

Lauren: Easy to you to say, you’re ducking to pass through the doors, you 2 meter’s freak!

Becca has one of those mad but not mad mom moments.

Becca: Enough, I’ll show you. Everybody knows these doors are shorter than standard.

Brandon: I’m gonna get a pencil.

Lauren: Do you realized the measuring tape you guys glued in the door frame just ends at 6’11 the same height of the door, proving this is a standard height door?

Becca: I have nothing to prove you, little girl.

Becca, after taking out her 6 inch heels, put her hands on her waist, with her legs close to each other on an imposing pose!

Lauren: What is this?

Becca: It’s a power pose. It makes you feel powerful, improve self confidence and stretches the spine, so we can be sure you’re wrong.

Brandon: Some even say it helps growing but, nobody who am I for saying that, huh?

Brandon arrives with the pencil as Becca leaves her pose to close on the side of the door frame where the measuring tape is. After placing the pencil on top of it, she crouched a bit so Brandon could, with some difficult, hold it to get her measurement.

Brandon: Here we go… so…

Becca: You gonna see it.

Brandon: Wow, you’re a hair under 6’7”, honey.

Becca: What? I’m a 2 meters freak?!

Brandon: No, you’re an Amazon wife.

Lauren: What the heck… I was right!

Becca: So, what about trying yourself too honey?

Lauren: No, I’ve been humiliated long enough, we know that for years my height has always been the same.

On the wall, Lauren’s measuring showed four lines on the 5’4” mark. She was stuck at that size.

Becca: Here, try this!

Brandon: The power pose again? This makes no difference, honey!

Lauren was despaired. Her mother was a giantess, her best friend was busty and Oliver was into Brittany, not into her. What did she had to loose?

Becca: Good! Now, push your hips down, you stretch your spine making room to your organs.

Becca: Deep breath and repeat after me…

Becca: I’m tall!

Becca: I’m strong!

Becca: I’m powerful!

Becca: I’m hot!

Becca: And I’m growing into an improved version of myself!

Lauren grunts holding that pose, like if she was saying it.

Becca: Good! Now come here.

Lauren leans against the door frame, knowing that nothing changed. At least inside her…

Becca: Yay! 5’4” and a half! That’s almost 5’5”!

Lauren: Wait, what?

She took away from the door frame, not believing on what just happened.

Becca: I told you it works!

Becca stands back on her power pose at the side of the door frame, right at the side of her 6’7” mark. She smiles down to Brandon that smiles back to her.

Brandon: Sure, you’re awesome, honey.

Becca looks back to Lauren.

Becca: I am absolutely the best!

As her smiles widen, Lauren notices her chest rise like in a breath… and then again… and then again, as she watches incredulously her mother rise even taller, stretching her top and shorts even more.

She was visibly 2 inches taller, 6’9” tall, or 206 cm if you prefer.

Lauren: WHAT THE FUCK!