Feel the Sunburn

Sunset Shimmer was used to people staring at her.

She liked to pretend that it was because of her terrifying reputation and the aura that followed her around as she terrorized Canterlot High. When she ruled over the student body with an iron fist, Sunset thought it was natural for that level of power to attract a lingering gaze here and there. When the stares persisted, she began to think that it was because of her new status as a good guy, a hero that saved CHS and all of humanity from invading magical threats. There came a point when Sunset was being gawked at by perfect strangers that had no knowledge of her exploits when she had to be honest with herself.

She was probably attracting stares because she was huge.

Sunset wasn’t sure why, but, when she crossed through from Equestria to her new home, her body had undergone some pretty extreme changes. Despite being average in terms of size for a mare back home, her human form was massive. Easily 8 feet tall, with toned, chiseled arms and legs and a six-pack hard enough to break plates on. Sunset Shimmer was a giant, with the strength to match it. Her size and physical power were freakish, and it was silly of Sunset to think that the stares could be due to anything else.

This seemingless endless attention was why Sunset waited until the late of night to hit the gym. As nice as it was to look down at the various cute boys that she towered over and watch them attempt to form a coherent sentence, the various questions of how much she could bench and what sort of steroids she was on could be distracting when all Sunset wanted was a nice, hard workout.

Sunset had come to be proud of her unique build over time. She couldn't think of a single other girl that looked like her, that could do what she could, and that was pretty special. She wanted to keep that appearance up, see how far she could take it, and so she made it her business to hit the gym every night. It was normally a rather peaceful, stress-free affair.

“Dear lord! How's the weather up there, freakshow?”

When Sunset entered the weight room and heard Trixie’s voice, she knew that this would be very different than normal.

“Hilarious,” said Sunset, crossing the room to the bench press, her long legs carrying her to her destination in a few strides. She could hardly fathom her luck. The entirety of the gym, at this late hour, and yet Trixie had to find Sunset. “If I had a penny for every time I heard that one… Well, I'd be broke, because most people aren't dumb enough to say something like that.”

“Oh, lighten up, Sunset Shimmer,” said Trixie, giving what she thought was a good natured chuckle (though Sunset was more likely to describe it as a villainous cackle). “Trixie is only teasing. Although… You do seem larger than I recall.”

“Must be hard to tell from way down there.” Sunset smirked at Trixie’s annoyed frown. Being smaller than an amazonian wonder like Sunset was nothing to be ashamed of, but Trixie’s height had always been a bit of a sore spot for her. Trixie stood just under five feet tall, barely a hundred pounds. Sunset theorized that Trixie’s loud mouth and exaggerated demeanor was to compensate for diminutive stature.

Which explained why, whenever Trixie was in the presence of the giantess Sunset, she seemed louder than ever. The comparison was startling. As Sunset slung her gym bag down and pulled her hoodie off (even though it was custom made by Rarity, it still struggled to completely cover Sunset), Trixie got a good look at her friend. Standing about twice as tall, Sunset’s tanktop seemed to have given up on trying to cover her, acting more like a sports bra at this point. Sunset didn’t mind that, as it showed off her abs, making it very obvious that there was more to her size than just freakish height. Trixie found herself staring at Sunset’s perfectly chiseled muscles, as if carved from marble, and found herself once again irritated by Sunset’s size and perfection.

Not only was Sunset huge, and not only was she powerful, but she was beautiful. Trixie couldn’t really wrap her head around it, but Sunset still had her feminine beauty and assets, despite being a borderline giantess. She had firm, chiseled abs, but also womanly hips. Thick, perfect biceps, but also breasts each easily the size of Trixie’s head. Sunset was by no means a normal girl, but Trixie still felt threatened by her strange, unique perfection.

Trixie, however, was more of the standard variety of girl, albeit quite small. Despite being a bit on the tiny side, she still looked more or less like a typical girl who went to the gym; plain white sneakers, a silvery-grey tank top, and, most importantly, a pair of nice, tight, sparkly blue yoga pants. Trixie was small in more ways than just height, and she needed all the help she could get to accentuate her meager curves and butt, which made her all the more jealous of Sunset’s massive height and sizeable rack.

“What are you even doing here, Trix?” asked Sunset. She sat down at the bench press and grabbed a bottle of water from her bag. “You never struck me as the working out type.”

“And I suppose you thought this level of perfection just came naturally to Trixie? An understandable assumption, but incorrect,” said Trixie. She crossed her arms and smirked. “This physique of Trixie’s isn’t easy to maintain.”

“Yeah, I bet. I’ve been kinda lazy with my work out lately, to be honest. Only squatted five hundred today.” Sunset was focused on grabbing her weights, and didn’t seem to notice Trixie’s slack jaw upon hearing that much weight being described as “lazy”. “I’ve been feeling kinda lazy and tense lately. Figured I’d hit the bench and then go home.”

“How much do you bench?” asked Trixie.

“Eh. Like I said, I've been going light lately. Think I'm gonna do five hundred today,” sighed Sunset. Trixie watched in awe as Sunset returned to the bench and just casually slid two 100-lb plates on each side of the bar, each pair capped off by a 50-lb plate. She let out a hum, then grabbed two more plates, these weighing in at 25 pounds, and slid them onto the end as well. “Fuck it, let’s do five-fifty.” Sunset stretched, then slid onto the bench. “Hey, shortstack, come spot me.”

“S-shortstack?! The Great Trixie is not short!” Trixie stomped her foot angrily, looking like a small child throwing a fit. “Everyone must look short to a freak like you!”

“Whatever. You gonna spot me or what?” Sunset didn't wait for Trixie, getting straight to lifting. The barbell sagged slightly under the weight of the plates on each end, but Sunet lifted it easily enough. Trixie found herself admiring Sunset’s arms as she did rep after impossible rep. She was just so unbelievably, unimaginably strong that Trixie couldn't help but stare. The flex of Sunset’s biceps as it brought the bar down to her strong, chiseled chest and up again, the hard, firm outline of her perfect six pack, it set a fire in Trixie’s chest. She bit her lip, then strolled around to Sunset’s head to spot her.

“Fine. Trixie was going to go home, but I suppose I can donate some of my valuable time,” said Trixie, trying to make it seem like she wasn’t staring at Sunset’s physique. “Although… Trixie doesn't know how effectively she can spot you, considering how much you're lifting.”

“Eh. Kinda just wanted some company, to be honest.” Sunset kept her eyes straight ahead to focus on her reps, but she could feel Trixie’s gaze crawling up and down her form. She smirked internally at Trixie’s shock and awe. This was pretty much the entire point of her working out in the first place. “It’s kinda lonely sometimes, y’know? No one really wants to have a friendly conversation with someone like me.”

“Hm. For what it’s worth, Trixie is of the belief that ‘people like you’ are a rarity in this world.” Trixie hummed at how Sunset seemed to work harder, lift faster, upon hearing that. It seemed that praise was a good motivator to the giantess. “How tall are you, anyhow?”

“Last I checked… 8 foot, 2 inches. Somewhere around 450 pounds,” said Sunset. She smirked at the stunned silence that listing off her stats produced. “All muscle, baby.”

“Jesus… That can’t be easy,” said Trixie. “Can’t imagine many boys are terribly interested in someone like you, hm?”

Trixie wasn’t often rude or mean intentionally. She just had a tendency of talking without thinking, and her prideful personality often prevented her from taking responsibility for her own brash, thoughtless remarks. She didn’t intend to offend Sunset with her comment, but she could tell that she had done just that by the angry snort she received as a reply. Trixie was actually going to apologize, to try to be a better person for who could be considered her only true friend, but she stopped herself when she noticed that Sunset was going faster, harder than before. A devious grin spread across her features. Praise was a good motivator, but it seemed like scorn and mockery pushed Sunset even harder.

Time to see what the amazoness could do.

“Plenty of boys are interested in me,” grunted Sunset. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Hm. I suppose there’s a novelty involved. Some boys probably want to see if they can get in the giant’s pants.” Trixie smirked, amused that Sunset was reacting just as she wanted. She was doing her reps quicker than Trixie could have ever imagined anyone lifting such a large amount of weight. Sunset was clearly pushing herself hard, as evidenced by the sweat she was working up.

“Hooking up with something like you must pose some logistical concerns, anyway,” said Trixie with a shrug. “You have trouble walking through door, I can’t imagine you fit on many beds. And, obviously, you have to be on the bottom, else you’d crush the poor boy.”

“You’d be surprised.” Trixie raised a curious eyebrow, wondering what exactly Sunset could’ve meant by that. It didn’t matter, not right then. Trixie had more pressing matters, namely getting under her friend’s skin.

“Seriously, I know you must get tired of hearing this,” said Trixie. “But you’re unnaturally huge. It’s kind of silly how freakish you are.” Sunset was gripping the bar tighter as she lifted, the veins in her thick arms popping into view from the strain. “Where you an ogre in your home, too? Or is this new for you?”

“I was normal-sized in Equestria.” Sunset was starting to regret asking Trixie to spot her more and more with each passing moment. Sadly, there wasn’t much she could do now but endure Trixie’s annoying, obnoxious personality for a while longer. “I don’t know why I became so big when I came through the mirror.”

“Some sort of cruel joke, Trixie thinks.” Trixie had been keeping count, and was amazed to note that Sunset had already done a hundred reps, with no sign of slowing. She was sweating quite a bit, her abs glistening slightly from her perspiration. Her face was twisted into a slightly angry, focused glare, trying to block out her annoyance and dedicate all of her attention to lifting.

“You know, Trixie has heard a few rumors going around,” said Trixie, still quite impressed with her friend’s performance. “Many students have been speculating about the nature of your size, and there’s a theory that seems to be gaining traction. Trixie wonders if you’ve heard it.”

“What sort of rumor?” Sunset recoiled as soon as the words left her mouth. She shouldn’t have asked. She knew that whatever Trixie said next was guaranteed to make her feel worse, but she couldn’t stop herself from inquiring.

“Well… Rumor has it that part of the reason for your size is that you’re secretly… How shall we say… Not 100% female.”

There was a loud thud, startling Trixie and causing her to jump back. The barbell that was formerly in Sunset’s hands hit the ground loudly, rolling forward slightly before coming to a stop. Sunset rose from the bench and began collecting her things to leave.

“Uh… Sunset?” asked Trixie.

“I’m hitting the shower. Catch you later,” said Sunset. She didn’t wait for Trixie to respond. Sunset grabbed her gym bag and stomped out of the weight room, fuming with anger and ready for a nice hot shower.

Sunset sighed as she stepped into the shower, clutching her towel to her as she entered. She crossed the slightly wet tile of the gym’s shower, stopping before a faucet and tossing her towel away. She looked down at herself, letting out a tired, dejected sigh. Sweat dripped down her body, sliding the curves of her muscles and dropping off against the floor. Between her legs was the cause of her annoyance with Trixie, as well as another reason she tended to work out when she wasn’t likely to share the shower with anyone.

Another gift from the mirror, Sunset carried a massive cock between her legs. She hadn’t ever thought to properly measure it, but she reasoned it had to be at least a foot and a half, and incredibly thick. When Rarity was sizing Sunset for a new pair of jeans (which Princess Twilight had brought home to enchant with a spell to conceal the massive member), it was quite a bit thicker than the seamstress’ arm, and Sunset wasn’t even fully hard at the time.

Just like with her size, Sunset wasn’t necessarily upset by her additional equipment. She was of the belief that one shouldn’t ever be ashamed of their form. Everyone was unique, and no one should feel bad about something like how they’re built. That said, the implication that she wasn’t “100% female” still managed to get under her skin.

Sunset tried to push the frustration away, focusing on getting clean. She had to stoop down to fit under the showerhead, but she managed to squeeze in and turn on the hot water. Sunset stood beneath the water for a bit, letting it dance down her body for a bit. She took deep breaths to calm herself. No need to get so upset about what Trixie had to say. Just brush it off and keep on living life.

“Sunset? Trixie wanted to… Well, she didn’t want to apologize, but I feel I probably should.” Sunset froze as Trixie obliviously drifted into the shower. Trixie was still fully dressed, the magician clearly only intending to pop in for a quick apology. “I didn’t mean to rile you up like that, I just…” Trixie’s gaze passed over Sunset’s gargantuan frame, her eyes growing wide as saucers when she saw Sunset’s third leg. “Oh my god…”

“T-trixie!” Sunset’s hands were large, but were in no way big enough to cover her entire mass of meat. “What the hell?!”

“You… You have a cock,” noted Trixie. “Holy fuck, that’s huge…”

“Quit staring and get out!” shouted Sunset. To her annoyance, Trixie did the exact opposite and stepped forward. She seemed to be controlled by an outside force, something compelling her to keep marching across the slightly wet tiles until she was standing just a few inches from Sunset. As if not in control of her own actions, Trixie reached forward, trying (and failing) to wrap her hand around Sunset’s shaft.

“Wow. Is it… Real?” asked Trixie.

“The fuck kind of question is that? And get your hand off of it!” Trixie did no such thing, almost like she couldn’t even hear Sunset.

“It’s… throbbing. Dear lord, it’s so hard…” said Trixie, all idea of an apology gone from her mind. “Does it… Work?”

“Yes, it works! Why are you still grabbing my dick!” Sunset pushed Trixie, knocking her onto her butt with her excessive strength. “Whoa, sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Sunset would’ve gotten out more, if Trixie’s small, dainty hands hadn’t found their way to her cock yet again. This time, Trixie ran her hand up the thick, throbbing, veiny length of Sunset’s dick, feeling it grow even harder in her hands. Sunset let out a breathy gasp as Trixie cupped her large balls, about the size of oranges, in her hands. Trixie herself were surprised by the heft of them. Trixie couldn’t even fathom how Sunset lugged such heavy equipment around.

And then there was the smell. Oh lord, the smell. Trixie didn’t expect for Sunset to smell like sunflowers and rainbows right after a workout, but she couldn’t have been prepared for the strong, masculine musk that Sunset’s cock carried with it. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, just overwhelming, overpowering.

“Dear god… How is this even possible?” asked Trixie. “Are the theories correct? You’re… a man?”

“I am not a man, ya little bitch,” growled Sunset, her snarl becoming a breathy purr when Trixie gently squeezed her balls. “Trixie, seriously. I’m really pent up. It’s sensitive.”

“Hm… That mirror has some quite special magic,” said Trixie. “It can turn a normal girl into a giant… Whatever you are. Fascinating.” Trixie finally released her grasp. “Well, Trixie had her look. I’ll leave you to your shower now.”

Trixie tried to stand, but stopped when she felt a large hand grasp her by the hair. She looked up, barely having time to make out Sunset’s furious, bestial, hungry expression before the amazoness giant shoved Trixie’s face into her crotch, smothering the magician with her hefty balls.

“Why don’t you get a closer look?” said Sunset. She grinded Trixie’s face against her balls, smearing her face with sweat as Trixie struggled to escape. The smell and taste of Sunset’s balls were so intense, it almost shut Trixie’s brain down. “ How’s that for a look, you loud-mouthed little bitch?”

Trixie moaned into Sunset’s nuts, opening her mouth and licking Sunset’s sweaty ballsack. The salty, masculine taste of her skin drove Trixie wild. She tried to fit her lips around the big, heavy orbs, failing to get even one in her mouth. Trixie didn’t let this stop her from worshipping the giant nuts in her face, and she settled for kissing every single square inch of ballflesh she could manage.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” chuckled Sunset. “Fuck a shower. I think I’ll just have you tongue my balls clean. How’s that sound, huh?!”

Trixie couldn’t respond due to the large amount of flesh in her mouth. Even if she could speak, she was unlikely to be able to formulate an intelligent response at the moment. Sunset’s musk was overpoweringly thick, the scent and taste assaulting Trixie’s senses. She tried to retreat, to get a good, fresh breath, but Sunset’s strong hand kept her pinned to the big, hot, sweaty balls.

“What’s the matter, huh?” Sunset pushed Trixie harder, burying her face deeper into futa balls. Trixie slapped Sunset’s thick, meaty thigh, begging for a reprieve. “If you wanna breathe, I suggest you get my balls all nice and shined up.”

Trixie could feel herself getting lightheaded. Her head swam as she struggled fruitlessly in Sunset’s powerful grasp, before eventually giving in to the much stronger girl. She was on autopilot, her tongue moving without her instructions, until she was essentially drooling and slobbering on Sunset’s balls. Just when her vision began to darken and Trixie thought she would pass out, Sunset shoved her away, letting the girl breathe for the first time in over a minute.

“I thought that would shut you up,” said Sunset, barely heard over the sounds of Trixie hacking and gasping for air. “Most people are smart enough to know not to piss off someone like me.”

“More like… Something like you,” wheezed Trixie. “Jesus, I can’t breathe…”

“You just don’t fucking learn, do you?” huffed Sunset. “Get over here!’

Trixie tried to scramble away, but Sunset easily grabbed her with one big, strong hand around the back of the neck. Sunset easily lifted Trixie with one hand, like she was a doll, and held her up to look the magician in the eyes. It was at that moment that Trixie first truly absorbed the gravity of her situation. Sunset was angry, strong, and violently horny. She could snap a person in half like a toothpick, and Trixie had been needling her for some time.

Trixie gulped audibly, a visible bead of sweat sliding down her face. She was starting to regret poking the bear like she had been.

“S-sunny… Calm down,” said Trixie, more than a little nervous by the hunger in Sunset’s eyes. The giantess grabbed at Trixie’s waistband, attempting to tug the yoga pants from her body. Trixie grabbed them to keep them up, her legs kicking as she tried again to escape. “H-hold on a second, Sunset. Trixie thinks you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself here. You should—”

Sunset let out a snarl, then gripped Trixie’s pants tighter. With a deft tug and the sound of shredding fabric, Sunset easily ripped the yoga pants from Trixie’s body, exposing her tight, petite, round ass in her teal panties. Sunset tossed the ruined garment down, then brought her thick finger to Trixie’s pussy, rubbing at the damp spot in the magician’s panties.

“Oh, you like this, don’t you? You’re getting wet thinking about what I’m gonna do to you,” whispered Sunset. Trixie felt her face flush red, but her struggling began to die down when she decided it was pointless. Besides, she could think of worse ways to spend her time than getting on her knees and worshipping Sunset’s cock and balls.

“F-fine! You win,” said Trixie, squirming in Sunset’s grasp. “Put Trixie down and she’ll get that monster of yours off. Don’t know how I’m going to suck it, but I suppose I can—”

“Oh, no. You wanted to work me up? You’re gonna deal with the consequences.” Sunset ripped Trixie’s panties from her body, snapping the waistband and tearing the tattered cloth from her hips with a single pull. She hooked her arm around Trixie’s middle, turning her so they were belly-to-back. Trixie panicked when she felt the thick, hard, throbbing cock slide between her legs, rubbing against her hot, dripping cunt.

“W-wait. Sunset, no!” Trixie struggled again, as if she suddenly would be strong enough to break from Sunset’s grasp. “You can’t! That thing’s like half my height, you’re going to rip me apart!

“That’s the idea.” Sunset balled up Trixie’s panties, wet with the juices from her own cunt, and shoved it in the magician’s mouth, gagging her. She rubbed her impossibly thick shaft against Trixie’s lower lips before guiding her cock to Trixie’s hole. She forced her tip against Trixie’s twat, biting her lip at the wonderful resistance and tightness. Trixie shook her head in a panic, moaning around her improvised gag in protest. Sunset didn’t stop, and just kept forcing her monster of a cock until she finally popped into Trixie’s cunt.

Trixie expected it to hurt, but she wasn’t prepared for the tsunami of sensations she would be experiencing. She felt like she was being ripped in two. The feeling of Sunset forcing her ridiculously large shaft up and into her made Trixie’s mind melt in a mix of pleasure and pain. She knew Sunset had only put in her tip, but she already felt so full. Even if she wasn’t gagged, Trixie wasn’t sure she’d be able to manage more than a long moan.

Just the tip felt like far more than Trixie could’ve ever taken, so she was blindsided when Sunset forced herself in more and more. Trixie felt her eyes roll back in her head as Sunset filled her with her length, the impossible length and girth of the cock bulging against Trixie’s stomach.

“Fuck, that feels good,” groaned Sunset, gripping Trixie a bit tighter around the middle, feeling her own cock through Trixie’s skin. “So fucking tight… If I would’ve known that this is all it took to shut you up, I’d have shoved my cock in you ages ago!”

Trixie’s mind was swimming, and she couldn’t manage more than a moan just then. She felt like she was being slowly torn in half, and she knew Sunset wasn’t even halfway in yet. Sunset came to the same realization, and decided to do something about that; she thrust savagely into Trixie’s cunt, earning another squeal from the tiny magician. Trixie was like putty in Sunset’s hands, unable and unwilling to do anything but take inch after impossibly thick inch of Sunset’s cock. Just when Trixie thought that she was done, Sunset rammed deeper, somehow, until she finally hilted each and every bit of her massive cock in Trixie’s pussy.

Trixie couldn’t think, could barely make sense of her surroundings. She knew that what was happening should’ve been impossible. There just wasn’t enough space for all of this cock. Yet, somehow, Sunset had managed to squeeze in. She wasn’t satisfied there, and quickly hooked her arms under Trixie’s thighs, and grabbing her own hand behind Trixie’s neck, folding her in half and locking her into a full nelson. Trixie’s breathing picked up, panic flooding her body as she was reminded just how powerful Sunset was, how easily she could manhandle her.

“Squeal for me, bitch,” ordered Sunset. Trixie didn’t even have a second to debate before Sunset bucked her hips forward, slamming into Trixie’s pussy like a piston. Trixie squealed into her panties, her mind lost in the ecstasy of being demolished by Sunset’s ridiculous cock. She could feel every throbbing, bulging, veiny inch tear deeper into her twat, deeper than anything had ever gone before, deeper than what should have been physically possible.

Trixie’s body didn’t really care if it made sense, though, because it felt so good. She had never felt so full, so powerless. She loved the feeling, not just of Sunset’s cock ramming her, but her thick, powerful arms around her, of Sunset’s hard, toned abs folding her down and using her like a toy. Soon enough, Trixie let out another moan around her gag, her body quaking as she came hard around Sunset’s cock. Sunset laughed, groping at Trixie’s tiny, petite tits as she fucked her harder than before, drawing out Trixie’s orgasm for as long as possible.

“Good, cum on my cock, slut!” growled Sunset. “Just you wait, I’ll have you overflowing soon.” Trixie let out a squeal as she felt Sunset release her grasp, falling forward until she was stopped by a hand around the middle. Sunset’s left hand was almost enough to wrap around Trixie’s torso, and more than strong enough to toss her around. With both hands, Trixie may as well have been a toy to the much bigger, much stronger girl.

Sunset held Trixie in place, letting her arms and legs dangle about three feet from the ground, before she viciously brought her hips forward. Sunset slammed her pelvis into Trixie’s round, compact ass. She abused Trixie’s body, using her like an overgrown fleshlight, relishing in the tight convulsions of Trixie’s entire body around her length. The wet, hot, velvety tightness was delightful, and Sunset knew she didn’t have much longer.

Trixie came again, moaning loudly into her gag as her walls convulsed. She felt Sunset’s cock swell inside her, and then a flood of hot, sticky cum burst into her. Jet after jet of Sunset’s load filled Trixie’s womb, causing her belly to balloon slightly. Sunset groaned as she filled her fucktoy to the brim, hilting balls-deep until her cum was dripping from Trixie’s cunt, pooling at their feet. Sunset let go of Trixie, letting her slide off of her cock and onto the pool of cum with a lewd pop! Trixie hit the ground with a groan, a thick stream of cum spurting from her used cunt with a wet, bubbling glug sound.

“Not bad, Trix. You managed to stay in one piece. I’m impressed,” said Sunset with a smirk. She looked down at herself, noticing that her sweat had renewed itself since her brief stint in the shower. “Fuck it, I’ll wash up at home. Wanna come with? I’ve got a few more rounds in me, if you want.” Trixie weakly raised her hand to give a quaking, trembling thumbs up. Sunset snickered, then scooped up her cum-covered fuck toy and held her under one arm, marching for the door.

Standing in the doorway was a blushing, embarrassed, terrified, towel-clad girl. She looked about ready to disappear on the spot, her gree, freckles face blooming bright red. Sunset raised an eyebrow at Wallflower Blush, wondering what a doormat like her was doing at the gym at this hour.

“How much did you see?” asked Sunset with a sigh.

“A-a-all of it…?” said Wallflower nervously.

“Son of a bitch… Fine, you want a round, too?”

“Uh…”

Sunset decided to take that as confirmation, and used her other arm to easily lift Wallflower and sling her over her shoulder. Wallflower didn’t even bother fighting as Sunset lugged both her and Trixie out of the shower, ready to break in her new toy.

“Not a bad work out, Sunny,” snickered Sunset to herself. “Now, just a few more sets…”