The Tump, Revisited.

It's all about the center of gravity changing.

Duh. Everyone says that. Everyone knows that. But until you've experienced it, it's all a bunch of blather.

I am, as it turns out, quite capable of keeping myself upright when anchored by my amply endowed bosom and booty. I'm accustomed to being built like a peasant-- wide utile hands and feet, generously rounded hips, thick muscular calves.

I am not, however, at all accustomed to leading with my belly.

This is new territory.

Neither am I accustomed to being called Tumblina by My Beloved Mister, and yet....