Senior Year 3

The next day Tom's first class was, once again, English.

Gretel was late, and their teacher had instructed them to pair up again to talk more about what they were planning to do for the play. Tom found out that Gretel was right and the play really was a musical, with song and dance and costumes and everything. Tom was actually glad that he and Gretel had been assigned to the "dance" portion of the production—he couldn't sing at all, and after Gretel's "lesson" yesterday he supposed dancing wasn't SO bad. He did have to work on the lifting though.

Tom was just pushing his desk next to Gretel's empty one when the blossoming blonde herself walked in. Either she was wearing the same blouse as yesterday, or her fresh one had lost a button as well. She got quite a few stares, Tom noticed, but Gretel just smiled obliviously and walked on (her chest bouncing with each step).

"Ummm…" went Tom, staring a little at her pushing-out cleavage.

"Sorry I'm late. I had a bit of trouble with my uniform…it looks like ALL of them shrunk in the wash, imagine that!" she said with a roll of her eyes, reflexively giving her bra cup a tug upward (it was getting tight!), which only caused her immense chest to wobble even more. Tom doubted laundry day had anything to do with her button popping.

"R-right…" he answered with a friendly smile, as Gretel took her seat next to him.



The morning progressed much like yesterday. Boring for Tom, whenever Gretel wasn't chatting with him. He really wasn't a morning fellow.

He did notice something different though. Despite her one-button-less blouse, Gretel seemed to have succumbed to her snacking habits once more. Well, that must've been her strategy to staying awake through the boring Geography lesson. Every time he glanced at her she seemed to be holding a different-coloured candy bar wrapper in her hand.

Tom had his own method of staying awake too—Gretel. He would steal sideways glances at her, particularly when she'd move.

Simply turning around in her seat to reach for a fresh new Snickers bar from her backpack caused her immense bust to wobble, her pushing out cleavage to jiggle. On rare occassions he would even catch her tugging her bra straps or giving her cups a heave upward, causing even more jiggling. God, if only he knew her actual size! He guessed a J was about right looking at the size of them, although by the way she kept readjusting them, she must be wearing a cup-size too small. The girl definitely needed to get measured.

On some occassions (when her mouth wasn't full with chocolate) Gretel would even recite. What a sight that was too! Tom would watch her raise a smooth, faire, fleshy arm in the air, her chest sticking out and straining the rest of her buttons. He thought he could hear her neckline screaming as her cleavage pushed it further open to make room.



Tom was a little worried. All this focusing on how to more sneakily steal glances at his bulging, busty, blonde crush seated right next to him would definitely affect his grades. He wasn't even taking notes anymore! Oh well, he thought. It was definitely worth it.


Soon it was lunch break again, and Tom smiled to himself as he witnessed for the second day the way Gretel flashed her pretty, innocent smile and charmed the cafeteria ladies with her sweet complements about their cooking and her gusto for second (and sometimes even third!) helpings. He noticed that she seemed to have even more on her tray today than yesterday too—yesterday it was just packed with food, but now some of her pickings were starting to fall off.

"Oops! Oh man" she pouted as a few fries fell off her tray and hit the ground. "What a waste!" She set her food-laden tray on the table across Tom.

"It's alright, you've got a lot more" he laughed, pointing to her three whole packs of fries. He only had one.

"Wasting food is no laughing matter!" she said, wagging her finger at him and tutting while using her other hand to grab a whole bunch of fries. She dumped them in ketchup and stuffed them all into her mouth at once. Immediately her regret over the loss of a few of them was replaced with a satisfied smile. "Mmmmm, good!"

Tom grinned, digging into his own meal (which looked as abundant as a prisoner's lunch compared to Gretel's feast).

"I see you seem EXTRA hungry today…" he said with a shy smile. Although he knew Gretel never took offence about comments on her appetite. "…and that you've started snacking in class again…"

"Yup! It's all thanks to you Tom! You're the one who encouraged me to eat what I want. 'Indulge to your heart's content' remember?" she said happily, dumping a small pack of chicken popcorn into her mouth shamelessly. She licked her fingers clean as she reached for a large club sandwich.

"Well yeah, but…won't Sarah get mad…?" he asked nervously, picking his own plate of pasta.

"Oh don't worry about her Tom! She's always on about something…" said Gretel with a roll of her eyes, taking a big bite out of her sandwich. "…and besides, I'm a growing girl, remember?" she said through a mouthful of sandwich, her lips stained with mayo.

"That you are! Haha!" laughed Tom.





After lunch, their last class for the day was Physical Education.

Tom absolutely hated gym. He really wasn't the naturally athletic type. And although he did run a bit, lift some weights from time to time, he had never found an actual sport he really liked. Unless you counted online gaming as a sport, he thought with a sigh.

But this year was different.



Tom was just lacing up his shoes on a bench, when…

"Tom! Let's be partners!" came a familiar bubbly voice.

He looked up to see Gretel, and suddenly developed an immense appreciation for the Summer High PE uniform.

It looked like Gretel hadn't updated her PE uniform since first year, either. Though they were supposed to be somewhat loose, the red-coloured short sports shorts hugged her now much more developed (read: wider) hips snugly, accentuating their curvature. The word "short" also had to be stressed—on Gretel, they really were SHORT. Tom could see a whole lot of her faire, smooth, but thick, meaty thighs. She actually had very nice legs, he thought. Nicely shaped, womanly, and didn't actually look very thick aside from those healthy thighs.  

"Give us a sec, coach!" went Gretel, turning around to call at the coach who was whistling impatiently. In doing so, Tom got a look at how her sizeable buttocks stretched the elastic fabric of the shorts. Though he had always appreciated Gretel's impressive bosom, he really had to give more credit to that big, round behind of hers. It really stuck out behind her, providing a nice counterbalance for her hefty weight up top. On the back of the shorts was the text "Physical Education Unit" printed on, and Tom was pleased to see it was quite stretched and a bit warped due to the size of her bum. There was also a little pocket where Gretel had a pen and little notepad sticking out, though Tom privately wondered how she managed to cram them in there—there didn't look to be too much room.

Gretel then turned back to him.

"Come onnnn Tom, coach is getting impatient! You don't want him cranky" she said.

"A-alright, I'm ready! Sorry about that" he apologized with a stammer, trying not to get a nosebleed from Gretel's hotness. He stood up and broke into a sweat.

If Gretel's shorts seemed snug, you had to see her top.

While the white PE tank top was meant to be form-fitting for the ladies, on Gretel it looked more like a second skin. The fabric was stretched ridiculously tight over her huge bosom, and the text of "Summer High" printed on the front was warped and stretched just like on her shorts (probably a bit more so!). It was so tight that Tom could see the faint colour of her obviously blue sports bra (which, judging by its outline through the fabric) looked quite outgrown as well. The neckline of her PE top looked like it was trying to hold in a flood. Tom had never seen any cleavage poking out of any other girls' tank tops, but Gretel was something else—cleavage heaved out of the front of hers, pushing her neckline to its limits.

He saw the straps of her tank top were digging into her fleshy shoulders, and joining them were not one but TWO sets of additional straps. It meant Gretel was wearing two sports bras underneath her top, just to contain all that boobage! Damn, Tom had never been so sweaty before even warming up before.

Moving down, all that fabric allocated to containing Gretel's immense chest meant even less for her belly—which without a doubt had "developed" in its own ways since her freshman years. The tank top stretched all it could over her plumped-up tummy, but even as she gave it a tug down it rode back up to expose a few inches of creamy belly flab. Her love handles and gut bulged cutely over the tight waistband of her short shorts (which were thankfully garterized), the snugness of the tank top hugging every little fold and roll of chubby curvage.



A few minutes later, after the coach had given them their usual introductory lecture, the students were allowed to partake in the exercises they wanted.

"So what do we do for our warmup? Jumping jacks? Jump rope? Or running?" asked Gretel with an innocent look, refering to her little notepad.

Tom gulped. He decided to choose the least risky one—with a chest like Gretel's any activity involving "jumping" would probably result in massive property damage at the least, he thought.

"Running. Well, just jogging, really. It's not good to overwork the warm-up…" he explained, looking a bit fearfully at Gretel's huge bosom. He hoped those two sports bras would hold.

"Oh look at you, mister fitness coach!" she joked, giving him a playful punch. "Let's jog then!"



The two then began a slow-paced jog around a track, located just outside the gym. Tom noticed that even though they were just barely faster than a walk, Gretel's heavy chest was bouncing and wobbling already. He had to feel sorry for her bras and tank top straps.

"Huh…huh…wait, let's stop…I've had enough…" panted Gretel after just one lap. She was soaked in sweat, causing her tight white tank top to cling to her voluptuous form even more, almost transparent-like.

"Tired? We can rest, then move on to the other work outs…you look pretty warmed up already" said Tom with a concerned look. He handed Gretel his unused towel.

"Ohhh…phew…thanks, Tom, you're so sweet" she smiled, taking the towel and patting it on her face. "I have such a hard time running thanks to these stupid…urgghhh…overly tight…urgghhh…sports bras" she groaned, giving her multiple straps a tug. They snapped angrily back down onto her fleshy shoulders, obviously weighed down by her enormous assets.

"Sarah says I gotta wear two of them now, since the local sports store doesn't have ones that come in my size…isn't that ridiculous?" she complained, casually arching her back in a stretch that caused her chest to bulge forward more and Tom's eyes to bulge just as much.

"Y-yeah, totally ridiculous!" he said, shaking his head.

"And it doesn't help that they just keep shrinking on me, ugh" pouted Gretel, giving her cups a tug, resulting in an earthquake of jiggling cleavage.

"Y-yeah, totally shrinking on you!" was all Tom could say with a gulp.




Later the pair were sprawled out on a large mat inside the gym. They were doing sit-ups.

"Well ideally your chest should almost touch your legs and knees, for a full sit up" explained Tom, as Gretel lay on her back on the mat. He imagined it wouldn't be very hard for Gretel's chest to touch her knees, but he remained silent.

"Okay, I think I'm ready" she went, folding her legs into the initial position.

"Alright…go!"

Gretel then gritted her teeth and lifted her considerably weighty upper body off the floor, her chubby arms folded behind her head as she brought her torso towards her legs. Tom was right—Gretel wasn't even at full sit-up when her huge bosom mashed against her knees.

"THERE!" she went, the moment she felt it. She then fell back down onto her back on the floor, the impact causing her chest to wobble and her poking-out belly flab to jiggle. Tom noticed that her tank top had ridden up, showing her cute belly button and even more of her chubby midsection.

"That's…one down" he said encouragingly.

"Yeah! Darn that was HARD! Maybe I shouldn't have had so much pie for dessert at lunch" sighed Gretel, cranning her neck up and looking down past her enormous boobs (Tom wondered how she managed such a feat) at her belly, which was bulging upwards happily, looking plump and well fed. She put her hand on it and gave it a little rub, giving her tank top a tug down (although it rode back up).

"Maybe…you need more energy? A snack?" suggested Tom helpfully. He handed her her bottle of water.

"Hey, you're right! That's what I need! Come one, to the cafeteria!" said Gretel excitedly, ignoring the bottle of water and suddenly bouncing to her feet. That was what food did to the girl, thought Tom, and he smiled.



Tom helped Gretel carry a large assortment of sweets, pastries, and desserts back with her to the gym. He told her sugar was what she needed for instant energy, but she seemed to have taken his advice to the extreme once again.

Soon, the two were back exercising. Well, Tom was doing most of the exercising really. He remembered he had to strengthen himself up so he could lift Gretel better…and watching Gretel now, he privately thought he might be having to lift a bit more of her than yesterday in a few month's time.

Gretel was happily enjoying her sweets and treats, doing a few reps of light exercises in between. Whenever she'd finish a set she'd say "Need more energy!", perspiring and panting as she tore the wrapper off another slice of chocolate cake from the cafeteria.



They spent the rest of the afternoon like this, and by the time PE was over and it was time to go home, Tom thought Gretel's top was riding up even more than before.

"Thanks for being my partner, Tom, I never really liked PE until now" she said as they walked out the gymnasium, still in their PE uniforms. Gretel was sweaty, having just finished a set of squats, but she was happily finishing off a large icing-covered cupcake. She tossed the rest of it into her mouth, her face smearing with cream.

"Who knew exercising could be so much fun!" she grinned through a mouthful of pastry, licking her fingers clean as her bulging bosom bounced with each step. She gave her top a reflexive tug down, but it still showed some skin.

"Haha, you said it, Gretel" laughed Tom. It was probably his best gym class ever.










After chaning out of their sweaty gym clothes and back into their regular uniforms ("Sorry it took so long Tom! I swear, this blouse keeps shrinking every time I wear it!"), the two made their way to Tom's house, having decided they needed to discuss something of utmost importance for their English play—costumes!

The theme and nature of their play had been decided earlier that day. They would be doing a sort of musical of the Pirates of the Caribbean, so they needed nice, Victorian-era style pirate apparel. They'd have to make their costumes, but how…?

"…well I'm still torn between going as a Victorian aristocrat type, or a swashbuckling pirate type…arrr!" said Gretel as she and Tom walked in through the front door. She curved her finger into a hook and closed one eye, pretending to initiate a sword fight.

"Haha! Well you're certainly good at the pirate bit. Hi mom!" said Tom brightly, noticing his mom working on her usual baking in the kitchen.

"Well someone's bright and happy today. I swear, Gretel sweetie, you are doing my boy good with each day you spend together—he's rarely this cheerful at home" laughed Mrs. Downing, putting a hand on Gretel's soft upper arm and giving it a light motherly squeeze. "Oh, came from gym you two? You must be hungry!"

Tom ignored his mother's teasing, smiling and waving a hand. "No mom we're fine, we had enough snack—"

"STARVING!" said Gretel, suddenly lighting up. Tom blinked. Hadn't she just spent the entire gym class eating sweets? Tom shrugged to himself.

"Well, at least SOMEONE here has a healthy appetite" said his mother, obviously delighted by Gretel. "Come dear, I've got some creampuffs almost ready…"

"Thanks Mrs. D!" said Gretel, bouncing brightly after her. She turned to Tom, still following his mother, and mouthed 'your mom is the best!' while giving a double thumbs up and a wide grin.

Tom couldn't help but grin himself. He followed the two ladies into the kitchen.




There, as Tom's mom made dinner, the two spent their time sketching costume ideas on the kitchen counter. Gretel was impressed by some of Tom's pirate costume drawings, nodding approvingly as she watched over his shoulder with a creampuff in her hands.

"You know, if you kids wanted…I could help you out with your costumes" offered Mrs. Downing as she stirred some soup.

"Really Mrs. D? You could?" went Gretel, working on what was her third cream puff. Tom hadn't even finished his first.

"Mom was part of the props and costumes committee in her drama club back in the day" said Tom with a smile and a roll of the eyes. "She's…pretty good I guess" he shrugged, jokingly.

"Pretty good! Who made all your halloween costumes year after year since you were a baby!" went his mother, coming over to them and smacking Tom's head with a ladle. ("Ow!") She turned to Gretel. "Not to brag honey, but they said back in college our theatre group could've won by costumes alone! Some of my colleagues in the props department went on to put up their own dress shops, but not me…"

"Oooooh really? That's so cool Mrs. D" beamed Gretel in admiration. Tom's mother smiled in reply.

"Hmmm…" she went, turning to their sketches. "I'm quite liking this one. Not too complex, but stylish and cute" she went, reaching for a piece of paper stuck under Gretel's overflowing bust as it poured onto the counter. She gave it a tug. It wouldn't budge. "Ummm…Gretel honey, could you move a little…?" she said gently, tapping Gretel on her soft arm.

Gretel had been facing the other way, deciding which creampuff to eat next.

"Oh! Sorry Mrs. D…hehe…" she went with a blush, smiling innocently as she took her fourth creampuff and sat up straight, lifting her heavy breasts off the countertop.

"No need to be sorry for such a beautifully womanly figure dear! I certainly wouldn't be, if I had one" chuckled Mrs. Downing. She turned her attention to the drawing again. "Hmmm yes, this wouldn't be too hard to make, I think. Gretel, if you like, I can take your measurements now just so I can approximate how much fabric I'll need" she smiled friendlily. "Also, you'll definitely have to stay for dinner, Gretel dear."

"Mrs. D, you really ARE the best!" said Gretel through a mouthful of creampuff.  

Once she was sure her soup had settled to a quiet boil on the stove, Mrs. Downing left momentarily and returned with a tape measurer.

Just then though, the soup that was just moments ago simmering quietly suddenly burst in a fit of boiling bubbles.

"Oh my!" gasped Tom's mom, rushing over to attend to her soup. "You know what? You kids go on upstairs while I try to rescue my poor soup. Tom, you're a big boy, you can help Gretel get measured can't you? Thanks sweetie!" she smiled before turning angrily back to her soup.




Later, Tom was in a situation he had only dreamed about in his fantasies.

He was in his room. Alone with Gretel Humphrey. Senior year, 175-pound, overly-well-endowed, two-sports-bras-just-to-contain-her Gretel Humphrey. Crammed into her too-tight school uniform. And he was holding a tape measurer.

"I cannot get over how good your mom's cooking issssss" said Gretel, plopping herself down on Tom's bed (which creaked from the impact). Tom could see the buttons of Gretel's uniform straining a bit more than usual across her belly—it was, after all, filled not just with several creampuffs but with an entire afternoon's worth of sweets and pastries. He thought he could hear the bottom button groan against her bulging tummy.

"Well she seems to really love how YOU love her cooking" he smiled.

"I knowwww, and she just keeps giving me more! I swear, if Sarah saw how much I've been eating lately, she'd kill me" laughed Gretel. She then got up from the bed and walked over to Tom, hips swaying in that tight skirt and chest bobbing in that tight blouse.

"You do realize this is all your fault, you know" she said with a pout, putting her hands on her more than ample hips. "If I lose another button I am going to kill you!"

"My fault?" laughed Tom nervously.

"You're the one who encouraged me to keep up my growing girl attitude!" she said with a roll of her eyes. She then paused for a moment, then smiled. "Just kidding Tom! Did you think I was really mad?" she grinned broadly, giving him a playful nudge.

Tom sighed in relief. "N-no, you didn't fool me" he lied waving his hands.

"Yeah right! Anyway, what are you waiting for? Measure me up so we can eat! Your mom's cooking smells delish" she said bubblily. She then spun around so her back was turned to Tom. He blinked.

"Uhhhh?"

"Hello????" she went, shaking her behind lightly. Tom looked down to see her two healthy, round butt cheeks bouncing rhythmically in her too-tight skirt. "Hurry uppppp?"

"Okay, okay" went Tom with a nervous laugh. He got down to his knees, his face now level with that enormous behind. He was amazed at how the skirt just barely managed to cover all of it perfectly. He thought he could almost see a hint of her panties from where he was, and the beginning of her bare butt cheek's flesh. Just a few more pounds and she'd probably be tugging her skirt down a whole lot too.

As Tom wrapped the measuring tape around her vast hips, he tried to remember some of the few girls he had been with in the past. The biggest one, the 120 pound one he had summoned from memory yesterday before weighing Gretel, had 30" hips. He returned to reality and stared at the number in front of him, as the tape measurer wrapped snuggly around Gretel's very ample behind: 40".

God damn! Her ass was a whole 10 inches larger! Now that was a behind. No wonder her PE shorts were so tight. Wow. That was a ruler's length worth of extra ass.

"So what's it say?" asked Gretel, looking down at her own shelf-like booty.

"40 inches, ma'am" went Tom, a bit hoarsely up at her.

"You sure? Gosh…that seems a bit…large. You sure the tape is nice and snug?" she asked curiously, looking down at him past her own bulging rump.

Tom gulped, giving the tape a couple of tugs to make sure it was as snug as could be. The action caused Gretel's huge ass to jiggle and wobble.

"Y-yup, definitely snug down here" he croaked, swallowing. Why was she so damn hot?

Gretel then spun around again so that she was now facing Tom once more, who was still on his knees. His face was now level with her chubby, well-fed midsection. He looked up at her, and she smiled down at him past her massive chest. "Okay, now do my waist!"

Gretel really was a healthy girl, Tom thought. A VERY healthy girl. None of his previous girls had much of a belly, and suddenly now he was faced with quite a sizeable, healthy gut and love handles that poured over a tight skirt waistband. Her blouse had ridden up again, showing her belly button too, but Gretel didn't bother pulling it down anymore. She was absentmindedly whistling to herself, looking around at Tom's room.

Tom wound the tape around her midsection, and tried to recall the waistline of that 120 pound girl. Hmmm…a 22, he guessed. That was about right. A 22. He looked now at Gretel's waistline: 32".

That was a 10-inch difference! Wow. Well, she really did have a quite healthy appetite. And she was a growing girl and all.

"What's it say?" she asked, looking down past those huge boobs.

"Ummm…32 inches…?" he went, unsure if she would react violently.

"Ugh, most be 'cause I ate so much today. That's alright, I don't think my waistline's normally that big" she said casually. Although Tom thought otherwise. Looking at her tummy, it didn't LOOK very full. And as he was winding the tape (snugly, to be sure!) around it the tape just sunk in, no fullness or tightness at all. Yep, that was ALL Gretel alright.

"Alright, last one! My bust!" said Gretel just as Tom stood up. She blurted it out casually and without any form of sexual tension whatsoever that he almost slipped in surprise.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" smiled Gretel, her arms placed on her hips as she stuck her impressive rack out for Tom. He looked down at it, her cleavage pushing angrily out the top of her blouse, button missing, neckline stretched violently. He could see her purple bra through the large gaps between the straining buttons, where bits of boob flesh was pushing out as well.

"Oh come on Tom, they're just my boobs, they won't eat you!" she laughed, which only caused her monstrous cleavage to jiggle. Tom thought they probably COULD eat him. "Okay, so they are a bit on the large side, but that's no reason to be afraid…" she admitted in her usual casual tone, rolling her eyes and smiling.

"R-right…" said Tom, swallowing deeply. He raised his shaking hands, holding the measuring tape, and gently began to wrap it around her enormous bust line.

He had never had luck with busty girls before. That biggest girl? She was a B-cup. With a 30-inch chest around, at the most. So when he saw Gretel's measurement…

"46…inches…" he said in awe, his eyes bulging slightly at the number. God damn Gretel's boobs were big.

"Really? Damnit! How am I ever going to find sports bras that fit me now?" she groaned, rolling her eyes and stomping with a pout. The stomp only caused her bulging cleavage to errupt in jiggling once again. "You sure it's snug?" she pouted, looking down at her own huge chest.

Tom, with hesitation, lightly tugged a bit tighter on the tape, causing her enormous bosom to rock and bounce like jell-o once again.

"Y-yup…that's as snug as it'll go…" he gulped.

"Ugh, alright then, I AM a growing girl after all" she said with another roll of the eyes, but a smile at Tom this time.

"It's alright, I'm sure you'll…uhhh…find sports bras that fit" he offered helpfully, finally letting go of the tape (even the release of her boobs made them wobble!).

"Easier said than done! I mean, you know how I had to use TWO of 'em for gym class earlier right? Those were the biggest in the store, and they're like 32-H's…and between you and me, they're waaaaaay too small" she whispered to him as if anyone else was in the room. Tom broke out into a sweat. H-cups, still WAY too small? Damn, Gretel was really something else. And how could she speak so casually about these things?! It was driving him insane!

"O-ohh…sorry to hear that…" he frowned, pretending to be saddened by the fact that Gretel's breasts were just SO DAMN HUGE she needed 2 H-cup bras to hold her!

"Well, if you want, I can ask my mom to ask around if any of her friends in the clothing business have anything your size in stock…" he offered. "…what size do you need anyway?" he ventured cautiously.

"Really? Oh my gosh that would be soooo great, Tom!" said Gretel with a radiant smile, clapping her hands happily which only caused her arms to press her massive boobs together more.

"Hmmm…well my regular bra…the one I'm wearing now is a…ummm…a 36 J-cup I think" she said casually, cupping her enormous breasts in her hands. Tom almost fainted on the spot. That right there was the hottest thing he had ever seen, period. He didn't know what was hotter, the sight of that, or the knowledge that he now knew, at long last, Gretel's glorious cup size!

"I hope I don't outgrow this size any time soon though…I don't know if you've noticed but, I've been getting a bit…errr…bigger over the years" she admitted, smiling at him then looking down at her own massive bosom.

Tom gulped.

"Anyway!" she went brightly, releasing her gigantic boobs which bounced freely. "I can SMELL your mom's cooking already…and all that measuring made me hungry!" she smiled at Tom. "Let's go to dinner, shall we?"

"R-right! Let's go!" he said with a smile. On the way down the stairs though, he couldn't help remembering those damn numbers!

Gretel Humphrey, Senior Year:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Cup Size: 36 J
Bust: 46 inches
Waist: 32 inches
Hips: 40 inches

That was one growing girl, he thought as he watched Gretel walk happily into their kitchen, enormous boobs-a-bouncing, big butt-a-swaying.