Each day my nipples seemed to move further away from me as mounds of flesh began to grow where I once had firm pecs. At first they were okay, but soon...they needed support. Luckily Suur had purchased several "One size fits all" maternity bras for me. The special spandex garments were a godsend as my breasts grew steadily to a B cup. Even my face had succumbed. My lips were getting fuller and my cheeks were soft and round. In three months my hair had grown about seven inches and all I could do. Her thoughts turned to Margaret. Where was she? Was she in a cell like hers? Was she ok? Why did Margaret think that joining the demonstration would be fun? Why did Amy joyously join in? Fuck! Fuck! She was truly fucked. Would anyone believe her explanation? More to the point, was there anyone in this prison that could communicate with her in English?Her demons hounded her well into the night. Exhaustion finally took its toll. Amy fell asleep to dream that hell had opened up and swallowed. ”I blinked at the spill of information. I’d heard that Kurt and Rosemary had their own daughter in passing, but ... I couldn’t believe she was here in the flesh. I stared into her face, her blue eyes the same shade as her fathers. She looked so much like Kurt, but softer, the feminine form of him. Lips not as bold, nose not as pointed, cheeks rounder.A strange twitch beat in my heart.“You didn’t have sex with me last night,” I said.“Well, you were just so tired, Becky,” she said. “And I wanted. ’‘No it’s not.’ i leaned over her and silenced her protests by kissing her on the lips, at the same time reaching my fingers into the top of her knickers until i felt the beginnings of her crinkly pubic hair. I was now giving my mother a deep french kiss and her mouth had opened. I felt her tongue as it darted in and out of my mouth. I found it difficult trying to co-ordinate my mouth and hand but my efforts worked. I reached further with my hand and felt the smooth lips of her vagina but then.