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To read, or not to read? To get pelted constantly by the slings and arrows of ASFR rhetoric, or not to do that? Aye, there's the rub. Get thee to an EntryLvlBread Encounter, will ya? I know not seems! I know not scenarios either!
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

More tips for you! If you're generating 2B at home, make sure you name her as "yorha 2b from nier automata" to guarantee that the Al will fill in the character design for you. You don't need to go into much detail on the dress, since the Al will sort that out for you if it recognizes 2B. Since her eyes aren't visible here, you can technically get away with removing all anime references from your prompt, but that will still affect her mouth and face shape. Lastly, the slit on the dress is a very rare trait. Even if you say there's a high slit, the Al will probably make no attempt to render it at all. Good grief, I must've generated 50 different pics to get this one. Which reminds me...

You know, there really is a scarcity of 2B balloonbabe pics. To my knowledge, there's only, like, 1 or 2 of them in existence. How unfortunate! Even with the uploading of this confounded Al depiction, that's only one more to the total. It's not at all like Peach, who's probably gotten the most balloonbabe pics, historically. Actually, now that I think of it, there's really a ton of characters that only have one known balloonbabe/rubber pic for them. How very, very unfortunate. I will have more to say on this later. I have a solution prepared, but I must wait until the conditions are right. Stay tuned!!

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The convention was buzzing with excitement, and my girlfriend, Jess, looked stunning in her 2B cosplay from NieR: Automata. The finishing touch was a blindfold, giving her the mysterious allure of the character. I couldn't help but be proud to be by her side.

"Seriously, babe, you're killing it as 2B," I said. "People can't stop staring."

She chuckled, adjusting the blindfold. "Well, 2B is worth the effort. Plus, it's fun being in character."

As we explored the convention, I noticed subtle changes in Jess. It started subtly, a soft squeak accompanying her every move. But she was oblivious, caught up in the convention atmosphere.

"Wow, those boots are really something," I continued, smirking as I watched her. "But you know, I think they're getting a bit... squeaky?"

She raised an eyebrow, the blindfold hiding her eyes. "Squeaky? What are you talking about?"

I couldn't help but enjoy the irony of her cosplay slowly becoming a reality. "Never mind, babe. Just keep strutting your stuff."

A while later, her skin began to shift, becoming smoother and more rubbery. I noticed her movements becoming more constrained. The once flowing fabric of her dress clung differently now that it was becoming crinkly inflatable rubber. She struggled to lift her arms, her sleeves feeling increasingly tight.

"Is it just me, or are you feeling a bit... inflated?" I asked while pressing her midsection, feeling the rubbery give and bounce of her inflated curves.

She hesitated for a moment, then admitted, "I do feel a bit weird, like I'm getting puffy or something."

I grinned, loving the fact that she was unknowingly playing into my teasing. The glossiness spread across every inch of her skin, every crease of her outfit. Even her hair seemed to take on a rubbery sheen. I took the chance to rub my fingers on her inflatable hair, feeling the subtle squeak of rubber against my skin.

"Okay, seriously, something's not right," she said, her tone slightly embarrassed. She tried to move her legs, but they resisted, constrained by the inflatable material.

"Jess, your hair is like a balloon now," I noted.

She furrowed her brow. "What are you talking about?"

I playfully poked her arm, and it yielded to the touch with a delightful squishiness. "Seriously, Jess, feel this. Your arm is all inflatable."

She touched her own arm, her painted-on mouth agape in surprise as it gave way like a squeezed balloon, not at all like a human arm. "What the... when did this happen?"

I chuckled. "You've been transforming this whole time. It's like you're becoming an inflatable version of 2B."

She blushed and crossed her arms defensively. "Stop messing with me. Are you serious?"

I nodded, thoroughly amused. "Completely. Your body is all inflatable, but you can still wobble around. It's kind of adorable."

She sighed, patting the thick, squeaky folds of her thoroughly inflated dress. "This is embarrassing."

But there was a hint of enjoyment in her voice. I couldn't resist pushing further. I wrapped my arms around her, grinning as I felt her slick inflated body compress under my weight and warm up with my body heat. "Admit it, Jess. You like being a squeaky inflatable 2B."

She blushed even more, but a playful smirk appeared beneath the blindfold. "Maybe a little. But don't tell anyone!"

As the day unfolded, I found myself enjoying the unique situation. Jess, now a fully transformed inflatable, playfully bounced around, pretending to be annoyed but secretly enjoying the attention. Throughout the whole day, I couldn't resist running my hands over her shiny rubber form, each touch met with a delightful squeak. I continued to mess with her, squeezing her rubbery cheeks and playfully patting her squeaky thighs. She squirmed plenty, but she might have enjoyed the situation even more than I did. After all, it wasn't every day you got to witness your girlfriend transforming into a squeaky rubber version of her favorite character at a cosplay convention.

.... Oh, and one last thing. Listen. Usually I tell you that you can send me a note so I can clue you in on my prompting techniques and/or exclusive pics. That deal still stands. But today, while I was cooking up pics for an upcoming caption, I got what I could only describe here as a cursed balloonbabe pic. I actually got like 2 or 3 of them. They're not even funny like that one Komaeda pic I keep showing you. They're really bad. For this reason, I cannot disclose the prompt I used to generate these cursed balloonbabe pics. But if you really think you can handle looking at them, or if you want to settle for a text-based description of them, go ahead and note me. Don't say I didn't warn you!

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To read, or not to read? To get pelted constantly by the slings and arrows of ASFR rhetoric, or not to do that? Aye, there's the rub. Get thee to an EntryLvlBread Encounter, will ya? I know not seems! I know not scenarios either!
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

More tips for you! If you're generating 2B at home, make sure you name her as "yorha 2b from nier automata" to guarantee that the Al will fill in the character design for you. You don't need to go into much detail on the dress, since the Al will sort that out for you if it recognizes 2B. Since her eyes aren't visible here, you can technically get away with removing all anime references from your prompt, but that will still affect her mouth and face shape. Lastly, the slit on the dress is a very rare trait. Even if you say there's a high slit, the Al will probably make no attempt to render it at all. Good grief, I must've generated 50 different pics to get this one. Which reminds me...

You know, there really is a scarcity of 2B balloonbabe pics. To my knowledge, there's only, like, 1 or 2 of them in existence. How unfortunate! Even with the uploading of this confounded Al depiction, that's only one more to the total. It's not at all like Peach, who's probably gotten the most balloonbabe pics, historically. Actually, now that I think of it, there's really a ton of characters that only have one known balloonbabe/rubber pic for them. How very, very unfortunate. I will have more to say on this later. I have a solution prepared, but I must wait until the conditions are right. Stay tuned!!

--- CAPTION TEXT IS COMPLETELY ALLOWED ---

The convention was buzzing with excitement, and my girlfriend, Jess, looked stunning in her 2B cosplay from NieR: Automata. The finishing touch was a blindfold, giving her the mysterious allure of the character. I couldn't help but be proud to be by her side.

"Seriously, babe, you're killing it as 2B," I said. "People can't stop staring."

She chuckled, adjusting the blindfold. "Well, 2B is worth the effort. Plus, it's fun being in character."

As we explored the convention, I noticed subtle changes in Jess. It started subtly, a soft squeak accompanying her every move. But she was oblivious, caught up in the convention atmosphere.

"Wow, those boots are really something," I continued, smirking as I watched her. "But you know, I think they're getting a bit... squeaky?"

She raised an eyebrow, the blindfold hiding her eyes. "Squeaky? What are you talking about?"

I couldn't help but enjoy the irony of her cosplay slowly becoming a reality. "Never mind, babe. Just keep strutting your stuff."

A while later, her skin began to shift, becoming smoother and more rubbery. I noticed her movements becoming more constrained. The once flowing fabric of her dress clung differently now that it was becoming crinkly inflatable rubber. She struggled to lift her arms, her sleeves feeling increasingly tight.

"Is it just me, or are you feeling a bit... inflated?" I asked while pressing her midsection, feeling the rubbery give and bounce of her inflated curves.

She hesitated for a moment, then admitted, "I do feel a bit weird, like I'm getting puffy or something."

I grinned, loving the fact that she was unknowingly playing into my teasing. The glossiness spread across every inch of her skin, every crease of her outfit. Even her hair seemed to take on a rubbery sheen. I took the chance to rub my fingers on her inflatable hair, feeling the subtle squeak of rubber against my skin.

"Okay, seriously, something's not right," she said, her tone slightly embarrassed. She tried to move her legs, but they resisted, constrained by the inflatable material.

"Jess, your hair is like a balloon now," I noted.

She furrowed her brow. "What are you talking about?"

I playfully poked her arm, and it yielded to the touch with a delightful squishiness. "Seriously, Jess, feel this. Your arm is all inflatable."

She touched her own arm, her painted-on mouth agape in surprise as it gave way like a squeezed balloon, not at all like a human arm. "What the... when did this happen?"

I chuckled. "You've been transforming this whole time. It's like you're becoming an inflatable version of 2B."

She blushed and crossed her arms defensively. "Stop messing with me. Are you serious?"

I nodded, thoroughly amused. "Completely. Your body is all inflatable, but you can still wobble around. It's kind of adorable."

She sighed, patting the thick, squeaky folds of her thoroughly inflated dress. "This is embarrassing."

But there was a hint of enjoyment in her voice. I couldn't resist pushing further. I wrapped my arms around her, grinning as I felt her slick inflated body compress under my weight and warm up with my body heat. "Admit it, Jess. You like being a squeaky inflatable 2B."

She blushed even more, but a playful smirk appeared beneath the blindfold. "Maybe a little. But don't tell anyone!"

As the day unfolded, I found myself enjoying the unique situation. Jess, now a fully transformed inflatable, playfully bounced around, pretending to be annoyed but secretly enjoying the attention. Throughout the whole day, I couldn't resist running my hands over her shiny rubber form, each touch met with a delightful squeak. I continued to mess with her, squeezing her rubbery cheeks and playfully patting her squeaky thighs. She squirmed plenty, but she might have enjoyed the situation even more than I did. After all, it wasn't every day you got to witness your girlfriend transforming into a squeaky rubber version of her favorite character at a cosplay convention.

.... Oh, and one last thing. Listen. Usually I tell you that you can send me a note so I can clue you in on my prompting techniques and/or exclusive pics. That deal still stands. But today, while I was cooking up pics for an upcoming caption, I got what I could only describe here as a cursed balloonbabe pic. I actually got like 2 or 3 of them. They're not even funny like that one Komaeda pic I keep showing you. They're really bad. For this reason, I cannot disclose the prompt I used to generate these cursed balloonbabe pics. But if you really think you can handle looking at them, or if you want to settle for a text-based description of them, go ahead and note me. Don't say I didn't warn you!