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Looks like Camera Guy's at it again! Poor Chun-Li got freaking one-tapped. Rhetoric ensues. Again, how do you people do this without Al? It must require a lot of dedication. And what would I know about that?! Wanna talk about some dedication? Oooouuuuuaaagh

Anyway, if you're looking for a full story with a full plotline, you'd best look elsewhere. If not my set of non-Al stories, then pretty much any other author will do. Please!!
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Crikey!! I think the Al knows Chun-Li better than it does Peach, and that's saying a lot! All I have to do is remind it that she has brown pantyhose and boots, and it can fill in pretty much everything else from there. When it knows the character that well, you can get away with poses like this one without much trouble...

At least, until the hounds start coming for you. Too bad!

UPDATE (2/29/2024): You asked, I deliver! Here's the prompt I used for this one. Run this through Bing Image Creator. Note that you will most likely need to rework this a whole lot if you hope to get anything more out of it. I can't get it to work these days.

"photo of a glossy inflatable figure of chun li street fighter, tall narrow realistic human proportions, inflatable seams and wrinkles, brown hair is a shiny inflatable balloon, brown eyes, blue outfit, brown pantyhose, legs, white boots, inflatable clothes, standing in a convention, smiling, anime facial features, kicking pose"

Old description:

But this does give me an idea... Listen. Normally I would never do this, but I'm confident this prompt will never work again for me, so I'm going to make you an offer.

How would you like it if I made the Chun-Li balloonbabe prompt publicly available?
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Note that while my odds of ever running this prompt again are close to nil, I've seen that certain other users inherently get much luckier with these prompts than I do. To these special users, the balloonbabes come to them naturally and effortlessly. No, I have no idea why this is the case. But it's real.

Of course, you can get your hands on it early if you just ask nicely. I can also hook you up with the prompts for pretty much any other inflatable picture I did, as well as exclusive pics that would normally never get uploaded. But this is really a decision for the People, you know. That's what EntryLvlBread is all about at the end of the day. The people, I mean. And also the userbase. Please, let me know if this interests you...

--- I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BUDDY ---

I'm standing here, in the middle of this buzzing convention hall, surrounded by a sea of colorful characters. I've spent weeks preparing for this moment, slipping into the skin of Chun-Li, ready to immerse myself in the world of Street Fighter. Someone points a camera at me, and I oblige with a grin and a cool pose. Click.

I blink, and suddenly everything feels wrong. I can't feel my limbs. I feel weirdly light, and there's a strange squeaky sound every time I try to move. Why am I so shiny? Why can't I move? My foot, it's stuck. Like, really stuck. Am I on glue or something? And my hand, why can’t I open it? I can’t even blink or look around anymore. I try to scream, but no sound escapes my lips. People start crowding around me, their voices a jumble of excitement and confusion. I catch snippets of their conversations—something about me being a prop? No, that can't be right. I'm not a prop. I'm... I'm me, aren't I?

Wait. Wait a minute. Am I... am I an inflatable? Like, what the hell? This can't be real. But it feels so weird. I can feel the air inside me, keeping me puffed up and in this ridiculous pose. It's like... pressure, but not uncomfortable. Almost like I'm being hugged from all sides. But I can't see anyone hugging me. I'm not breathing, but I'm not suffocating. I'm just... here. Stuck, as a rubber Chun-Li. Great.

But then someone brushes against my rubbery thigh, and it sends a jolt through me. I want more of that. I want them to touch me all over. I wish they could see the smirk on my painted face, but all they get is that wide-eyed, vacant stare. Then, a staff member approaches. They pick me up, their hands wrapping around my thick, glossy legs. And... oh god, it feels good. I can feel the pressure on my rubbery skin as it creaks under their touch. Every part of me is so... touchable. My rubbery skin, shiny and smooth, invites exploration. My limbs, firm yet yielding, beg to be embraced. Each squeeze and pat sends tingles through my rubbery existence. I never knew being an inflatable could feel so... intense.

As they carry me away to some display, I can't help but crave more. More touches, more admiration. I wish I could tell them to keep going, to explore every inch. But I'm stuck, motionless, a silent spectator in my own inflatable form. And then you show up.

Um, yeah, I know this might seem a little... strange. I mean, who would've thought you'd find me like this, right? I can see you staring, probably trying to figure out how the heck I ended up like this. I can't talk or move, but hey, at least I can still think, and you're looking right at me.

Yeah, it's me, your girlfriend, or at least some version of me. I never thought my day would involve being transformed into an inflatable prop of Chun-Li at a convention, but here we are. Life takes strange turns, doesn't it?

Yes, I’m completely inanimate. Stuck in this ridiculous Chun-Li pose with my leg raised in a kick that will never land, my fists forever clenched. Yeah, those are my eyes, but don't expect me to blink or anything. Of all people, it had to be you. I can feel the awkwardness oozing out of you. I wish I could roll my eyes or give you a sarcastic look, but nope. Just stuck here, being a shiny, rubberized version of a video game character. Real cool.

Go ahead, touch me if you want. I mean, what else are you going to do, right? I can't stop you. It's not like I'm the one in control here. Your fingers press into the glossy surface, and I can feel the weird, squeaky sensation as you run your hand over my rubberized body. Can you feel the seams? I bet it's strange for you too, touching your girlfriend when she's essentially turned into a pool toy. Admire away, because apparently, that's what I'm here for now.

Your fingers trace the contours of my arms and hands, feeling the subtle indentations where the vinyl has been molded to create the illusion of fingers clenched in determination. It's strange, feeling your touch against a hand that can't grasp or hold on its own.

Please, take a closer look. My hair, if you can call it that, feels like a smooth, cool surface. Brown and shiny, just like Chun-Li's. Run your fingers over the glossy surface of my outfit, feel the smoothness of the rubber against your skin. It’s stretched taut over my inflatable form. My pantyhose is so rubbery and snug. And my boots, well, they're more like sleek, firm cylinders. Up to my chest now – or where my chest should be. Don't be shy, squeeze it. You can feel the rubber giving way to the air within, and the surface is smoother here, like a slightly overinflated balloon. Your hands might be running over the painted-on details, pretending there's texture where there really isn't. But hey, it's all part of the inflatable charm, right?

There's no escaping the fact that I'm just a prop, though. A squeaky, rubbery prop. You keep running your hands over the surface, examining every inch of my inflatable body like you're inspecting a weird beach toy. And I can feel it all – every poke, prod, and squeeze. It's not like I have nerve endings, but there's this strange awareness, this odd connection between your touch and my inflatable existence. Bet you never thought you'd be caressing your girlfriend's rubberized thigh today, did you? Well, here we are. Yeah, go ahead, run your fingers down my leg, the one perpetually raised in that kick. The rubber feels taut here, and it's strange knowing I can't lower it or shift my stance. The glossy surface is weirdly satisfying, like a sleek vinyl raincoat.

And the squeaks – oh, those delightful squeaks. Every touch, every squeeze, it sends shivers through my inanimate form, even though I'm just a mass of inflated vinyl. I can't help it – there's something strangely satisfying about being a squeaky, rubber Chun-Li. And guess what? I don't hate it. Well, I can't exactly blush or express any emotions other than this cute smile, but if I could, I might just be doing that right now. I can't explain why, but the more you handle me, the less weird it feels. Maybe it's the absurdity of the situation sinking in. I guess you could say I've developed a bit of a... thing for being your inflatable.

So, go on, keep touching. Explore your inflatable Chun-Li. I'm not going anywhere, and apparently, neither are you.

Description
Looks like Camera Guy's at it again! Poor Chun-Li got freaking one-tapped. Rhetoric ensues. Again, how do you people do this without Al? It must require a lot of dedication. And what would I know about that?! Wanna talk about some dedication? Oooouuuuuaaagh

Anyway, if you're looking for a full story with a full plotline, you'd best look elsewhere. If not my set of non-Al stories, then pretty much any other author will do. Please!!
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Crikey!! I think the Al knows Chun-Li better than it does Peach, and that's saying a lot! All I have to do is remind it that she has brown pantyhose and boots, and it can fill in pretty much everything else from there. When it knows the character that well, you can get away with poses like this one without much trouble...

At least, until the hounds start coming for you. Too bad!

UPDATE (2/29/2024): You asked, I deliver! Here's the prompt I used for this one. Run this through Bing Image Creator. Note that you will most likely need to rework this a whole lot if you hope to get anything more out of it. I can't get it to work these days.

"photo of a glossy inflatable figure of chun li street fighter, tall narrow realistic human proportions, inflatable seams and wrinkles, brown hair is a shiny inflatable balloon, brown eyes, blue outfit, brown pantyhose, legs, white boots, inflatable clothes, standing in a convention, smiling, anime facial features, kicking pose"

Old description:

But this does give me an idea... Listen. Normally I would never do this, but I'm confident this prompt will never work again for me, so I'm going to make you an offer.

How would you like it if I made the Chun-Li balloonbabe prompt publicly available?
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Note that while my odds of ever running this prompt again are close to nil, I've seen that certain other users inherently get much luckier with these prompts than I do. To these special users, the balloonbabes come to them naturally and effortlessly. No, I have no idea why this is the case. But it's real.

Of course, you can get your hands on it early if you just ask nicely. I can also hook you up with the prompts for pretty much any other inflatable picture I did, as well as exclusive pics that would normally never get uploaded. But this is really a decision for the People, you know. That's what EntryLvlBread is all about at the end of the day. The people, I mean. And also the userbase. Please, let me know if this interests you...

--- I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BUDDY ---

I'm standing here, in the middle of this buzzing convention hall, surrounded by a sea of colorful characters. I've spent weeks preparing for this moment, slipping into the skin of Chun-Li, ready to immerse myself in the world of Street Fighter. Someone points a camera at me, and I oblige with a grin and a cool pose. Click.

I blink, and suddenly everything feels wrong. I can't feel my limbs. I feel weirdly light, and there's a strange squeaky sound every time I try to move. Why am I so shiny? Why can't I move? My foot, it's stuck. Like, really stuck. Am I on glue or something? And my hand, why can’t I open it? I can’t even blink or look around anymore. I try to scream, but no sound escapes my lips. People start crowding around me, their voices a jumble of excitement and confusion. I catch snippets of their conversations—something about me being a prop? No, that can't be right. I'm not a prop. I'm... I'm me, aren't I?

Wait. Wait a minute. Am I... am I an inflatable? Like, what the hell? This can't be real. But it feels so weird. I can feel the air inside me, keeping me puffed up and in this ridiculous pose. It's like... pressure, but not uncomfortable. Almost like I'm being hugged from all sides. But I can't see anyone hugging me. I'm not breathing, but I'm not suffocating. I'm just... here. Stuck, as a rubber Chun-Li. Great.

But then someone brushes against my rubbery thigh, and it sends a jolt through me. I want more of that. I want them to touch me all over. I wish they could see the smirk on my painted face, but all they get is that wide-eyed, vacant stare. Then, a staff member approaches. They pick me up, their hands wrapping around my thick, glossy legs. And... oh god, it feels good. I can feel the pressure on my rubbery skin as it creaks under their touch. Every part of me is so... touchable. My rubbery skin, shiny and smooth, invites exploration. My limbs, firm yet yielding, beg to be embraced. Each squeeze and pat sends tingles through my rubbery existence. I never knew being an inflatable could feel so... intense.

As they carry me away to some display, I can't help but crave more. More touches, more admiration. I wish I could tell them to keep going, to explore every inch. But I'm stuck, motionless, a silent spectator in my own inflatable form. And then you show up.

Um, yeah, I know this might seem a little... strange. I mean, who would've thought you'd find me like this, right? I can see you staring, probably trying to figure out how the heck I ended up like this. I can't talk or move, but hey, at least I can still think, and you're looking right at me.

Yeah, it's me, your girlfriend, or at least some version of me. I never thought my day would involve being transformed into an inflatable prop of Chun-Li at a convention, but here we are. Life takes strange turns, doesn't it?

Yes, I’m completely inanimate. Stuck in this ridiculous Chun-Li pose with my leg raised in a kick that will never land, my fists forever clenched. Yeah, those are my eyes, but don't expect me to blink or anything. Of all people, it had to be you. I can feel the awkwardness oozing out of you. I wish I could roll my eyes or give you a sarcastic look, but nope. Just stuck here, being a shiny, rubberized version of a video game character. Real cool.

Go ahead, touch me if you want. I mean, what else are you going to do, right? I can't stop you. It's not like I'm the one in control here. Your fingers press into the glossy surface, and I can feel the weird, squeaky sensation as you run your hand over my rubberized body. Can you feel the seams? I bet it's strange for you too, touching your girlfriend when she's essentially turned into a pool toy. Admire away, because apparently, that's what I'm here for now.

Your fingers trace the contours of my arms and hands, feeling the subtle indentations where the vinyl has been molded to create the illusion of fingers clenched in determination. It's strange, feeling your touch against a hand that can't grasp or hold on its own.

Please, take a closer look. My hair, if you can call it that, feels like a smooth, cool surface. Brown and shiny, just like Chun-Li's. Run your fingers over the glossy surface of my outfit, feel the smoothness of the rubber against your skin. It’s stretched taut over my inflatable form. My pantyhose is so rubbery and snug. And my boots, well, they're more like sleek, firm cylinders. Up to my chest now – or where my chest should be. Don't be shy, squeeze it. You can feel the rubber giving way to the air within, and the surface is smoother here, like a slightly overinflated balloon. Your hands might be running over the painted-on details, pretending there's texture where there really isn't. But hey, it's all part of the inflatable charm, right?

There's no escaping the fact that I'm just a prop, though. A squeaky, rubbery prop. You keep running your hands over the surface, examining every inch of my inflatable body like you're inspecting a weird beach toy. And I can feel it all – every poke, prod, and squeeze. It's not like I have nerve endings, but there's this strange awareness, this odd connection between your touch and my inflatable existence. Bet you never thought you'd be caressing your girlfriend's rubberized thigh today, did you? Well, here we are. Yeah, go ahead, run your fingers down my leg, the one perpetually raised in that kick. The rubber feels taut here, and it's strange knowing I can't lower it or shift my stance. The glossy surface is weirdly satisfying, like a sleek vinyl raincoat.

And the squeaks – oh, those delightful squeaks. Every touch, every squeeze, it sends shivers through my inanimate form, even though I'm just a mass of inflated vinyl. I can't help it – there's something strangely satisfying about being a squeaky, rubber Chun-Li. And guess what? I don't hate it. Well, I can't exactly blush or express any emotions other than this cute smile, but if I could, I might just be doing that right now. I can't explain why, but the more you handle me, the less weird it feels. Maybe it's the absurdity of the situation sinking in. I guess you could say I've developed a bit of a... thing for being your inflatable.

So, go on, keep touching. Explore your inflatable Chun-Li. I'm not going anywhere, and apparently, neither are you.