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Masha, meanwhile, had reassembled her babushka into a makeshift
brassiere for her humongous, visibly pulsating breasts. If she had
looked 45 yesterday, today she looked like a voluptuous 35. Rather
than a dress, she was wearing a pair of bloomers that her elongating,
thickening legs were clearly about to outgrow. I heard a soft rip as
the center of her babushka bra began to give way. “Oops. Looks like
it’s time for breakfast, babies,” she trilled in a rich, clear voice.
All the blood drained from my head. I was about to respond when
Evgeny piped up: “Can… can we see how Maya is doing in the church?”
“Not yet, bitch!” shouted Oksana. She stamped her mighty foot, and
the ground trembled a bit. “We’ll tell you when it’s time.”
In a reaction that was, in retrospect, somewhat unmanly, Evgeny and I
fled to the abandoned hut in which we now sat.
“Come out,” we heard Oksana call from far away. “I was just teasin’.
We’ll let you see your girlfriend soon, okay?”

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