“Your bulk was bad enough before,” Annette teased her red-headed friend, “but now you’re a real heavyweight!”
“You’re one to talk!” Catherine responded. “Your butt nearly knocked over those buildings!” She patted her belly, the pink dress hugging it close enough that there was no hiding it. “I had to eat a lot before we got into this city, I didn-“
“You two, please!” Erika said, stuck in the middle of the friendly bickering. “You’ll make this situation worse just going back and forth like that!” She put her arms behind her back, making her black and gold costume squeak lightly.
“Yeah, well, it’s not fun if we just stand around and do nothing!” Annette said, adjusting her domino mask a little. The spotlight in her face wasn’t something she liked, and this jumpsuit wasn’t nearly as comfortable as it looked.
“Don’t move, please!” called the cameraman. Annette’s arm moved to her side. The cameraman quickly adjusted the prop buildings again, and went back behind his viewfinder. Bulbs flashed and the whirrs and clicks of high priced photography equipment went off.
“The things we do for free convention packages…” Erika sighed.
Credit to this lovely image goes once again to Jacques00 of Transformation Fantasy.
The nice thing about a picture is that you can interpret it anyway you want sometimes. Artist and author intent can always be skewed to what you, the viewer wants to see.