“Alright, girls,” the photographer's beaming voice is clearly audible, even within Ashby's belly. She's using to dealing with rowdy crowds of well-fed girls, you guess. “Since you've all got nice, fully bellies-” she pauses, “-for now,” she continues, and your world rocks as Ashby giggles, her bridesmaids tittering along with her. “Let's do that full-belly work. We'll start with the formal shots, first just the bride – and the groom, of course – then we'll move onto the group shots. Then we can do some informal work. I've got spare memory cards, so we can do as much or as little of that as you want, till it's time to wrap things up with the post-digestion dumping shots. You'll have some beautiful memories of your married day, and the pretty pile of shit your groom'll make at the end of it.”
