Dr West awoke after a deep sleep to find her breasts had expanded from a c to d the day before, now they were an E or F cup. The fabric of her nightie was so taunt that she could see her vagina in the mirror, the fabric around her breasts were ripped and one of the spaghetti thin straps looked ready to snap.
Not one but both straps snapped! But the fabric was so taunt that it didn't fall, what would be later called a 'boob tube'. Taking a Bowie knife she gingerly cut the fabric between her breasts as the stretched material, suddenly released, smacked into her mirror.
Now pulling on a pair of panties she started to measure her chest she had been a 34C before, now she was a 34G. She was now forced to wrap her breasts with tight crepe bandages to keep them flat and from discharging milk. A loose khaki shirt tied, as it wouldn't button, around her waist. But as she tried to buckle her felt that the belt buckle wouldn't fit.
Unable to see she used the mirror, her eyes were still locked onto her massive mammaries. She then noticed that her stomach normally flat and toned had a firm bump in it, not fat. Hard and unyielding to the touch she was unable to move. Amy felt her belly expanding in her hands...this was the curse of Merneptah.
She started to flick through pages of history on the lost pharaoh, she found it impossible to sit face on to her desk instead she had to sit side on. He was so powerful that by touching women, the legends went, they could fall pregnant with his child. She had touched him, his corpse. Feeling her stomach she could feel movement, she was carrying a baby...
She called in Lotfi the head guide and outlined what was happening. Wrapping herself in a blanket like the Statue of Liberty she conversed in Arabic with the chief. He told her that he had met T.E. Lawrence before he became Lawrence of Arabia. Lotfi then pulled out an old .45 revolver.
"Do you want me to kill you?" he asked in broken English.