Aim, inhale, squeeze the trigger, thunder claps and metal death screams through the air, exhale, bullseye. Or at least that's how it used to work. Tasha grumbled as she aimed down the scope of her rifle, laying flat on her stomach, as flat as she could manage with her enhanced assets. She aimed. She inhaled, everything wobbled as her huge chest expanded with her breath. She cursed and squeezed off the shot anyways. Thunder clapped, her ears folded back, the corner of the target scattered in the air like so much confettii. She sighed, this was going to take a lot of getting used to.

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