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The EntryLvlBread Encounter! Grab it! You'll need it!
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Let's address the elephant in the room. If you were brave enough to ask me about my "EntryLvlBread Secret" for making balloonbabe pics like this one, you'll remember that I told you it was nearly impossible to get the inflatables to sit down or lie down on the floor. As it turns out, that is only the case if you are a total Sucker. I don't know if this is a result of the Al having a panic attack or some other form of astral intervention, but now I can get most inflatable characters to sit or lie down easily, even if I put them in a living room. I got Zelda here in some very interesting poses, but this was the only iteration I got that was good.

But that's only the tip of the iceberg, you see. You see, when I figured out that I had the Al thoroughly under my thumb, I went into a bit of a frenzy trying to generate all the balloonbabes I could before it could escape. You will see the fruits of my labor soon enough. Bowsette was back on the menu, but I don't think anything's going to beat the pic I used for the Bowsette caption. But I'd say I pulled off at least 3 other characters I previously wrote off as infeasible. I feel invigorated with the power of licensed characters. Watch out!!

Oh yeah. And for my Al buddies, the main problem with generating BOTW Zelda is that the Al keeps crossing her with BOTW Link. I guess it thinks Zelda's the protagonist. It also has a hard time understanding that Zelda's BOTW outfit is very different compared to her normal princess attire. The countermeasure for this is to say "zelda botw breath of the wild, female" so it knows to pick the female BOTW character who's blonde and wears a blue shirt. It'll also keep giving her a weird mess of belt buckles around her waist because I think it's trying to do Link's belt. There's no way it'll get the yellow detailing on her top exactly right, so I just picked one that looked good enough in a vaccuum. It can do the classic Zelda design decently enough, but I think it's mashing up all the Zelda designs from Smash Bros to do this. You're not going to get a very game-specific Zelda if you try that, but maybe you can try naming certain game titles to remedy this. Send me a note for more details on this. I can even hook you up with exclusive pics if you're interested. Trust me, the exclusive pics are really good.

--- YA HA HA I FOUND YA ---

I was thrilled as I stepped onto the grassy field, the sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. Dressed as Zelda from Breath of the Wild, I adjusted my belt and glanced at the photographer with a grin.

"Alright, let's start with having you look into the distance," the photographer instructed.

As the first photo was taken, I started to feel slightly odd. My skin felt smoother, almost like a delicate film was enveloping me. The blue top I'm wearing seems to adhere to my body in a new way. It's not uncomfortable, just... snugger. The fabric takes on a glossy sheen, like it's been polished. "Are you okay?" the photographer asked, noticing my slightly unfocused gaze.

I smiled, my features seemingly stuck in a serene expression. "I feel great! Let's keep going."

As the photoshoot continued, I felt a delightful pressure building within me. My movements became a tad more restricted, and a relaxing lightness settled into my limbs. My fingers tingled as they became more malleable, and I noticed a decidedly artificial sheen developing on my body and clothes. My gloved hands now squeaked gently when pressed together. "Is this a trick of the light?" I wondered aloud, noticing my voice already carried a different, slightly squeaky quality.

The photographer raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. My anticipation grew as the rubbery feeling intensified with each shot. My fingers rounded into gentle puffs, and the warmth of the sun on my ever-tightening body felt like a cozy embrace. The once distinct edges of my attire now seemed to blur, the fabric of each piece fusing into a shiny, elastic surface.

"Is it just me, or is there something different about your costume?" the photographer queried, looking at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

I tried to reassure him with a thumbs-up, but my movements felt awkward, uncoordinated. "I don't know, but I'm loving it!" I exclaimed, posing by a small stream. My blonde hair now felt solid, like a single inflatable piece swaying with the wind. I couldn't run my fingers through it anymore, but I enjoyed the novelty of my rubbery "hair" regardless. It's not heavy at all; it's weightless and soft to the touch.

As we moved to the next set of photos, the rubbery texture of my costume became more pronounced, and I could sense a subtle squeakiness with every movement. The blue top clung to me differently, almost like it was conforming to the curves of an inflatable doll. The brown belt seemed to merge seamlessly with my waist, and my black pants hugged my legs in a way that seemed almost unnatural. Standing became a balancing act as my buoyant form wobbled with each movement. My boots felt now like they had a subtle bounce, as if the ground beneath them had become a soft, cushiony surface. "Mind if I lean against this rock?" I asked, finding stability against the unyielding surface.

"Sure, take your time. We've got some fantastic shots already," the photographer reassured. I could feel my clothes creaking and the air inside me shifting with each subtle movement I made.

As I continued to pose and the camera clicked away, my entire body felt like it was filling with air, becoming more and more rubbery. My blue top and white shirt melded seamlessly together, the colors becoming more vibrant as if they were merely painted-on details. The belt cinched around my waist seemed to fuse with my now rubberized body. I looked down to see my black pants morphing into the same glossy material, seamlessly adhering to my now fully inflatable legs. In a matter of minutes, my whole cosplay outfit had taken on the shininess and squeakiness of an inflatable bodysuit. I ran my hands over my chest, noting the springy resistance – I was becoming a life-sized inflatable doll, and I loved it.

"Okay, let's go for a close-up of your face," the photographer instructed. As the lens zoomed in, the glossy rubbery texture extended to my face, freezing my expression into a perpetual smile. I touched my cheek, marveling at the smooth, squeaky texture that had replaced my skin. "This is incredible!" I tried to say, but only a soft squeak escaped.

Despite my best efforts, staying upright became increasingly challenging. My legs, now entirely inflatable, had a delightful squishiness to them. A misstep, a sudden gust of wind, and I found myself gently toppling backward, landing on the grass with a gentle bounce. The grassy field became my bed as I lay on my back, unable to speak but utterly content. The sun kissed my inflatable body, and I reveled in the warmth.

The photographer, stunned yet intrigued, continued capturing the whimsical transformation. "Are you all right?"

I nodded, my inflatable form bobbing slightly. And there I lay, a shiny inflatable Zelda staring at the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on my rubbery body. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the pleasant sensation of my inflatable form against the grass. If I didn’t have a photoshoot to continue, I could happily doze off right here.

Description
The EntryLvlBread Encounter! Grab it! You'll need it!
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Let's address the elephant in the room. If you were brave enough to ask me about my "EntryLvlBread Secret" for making balloonbabe pics like this one, you'll remember that I told you it was nearly impossible to get the inflatables to sit down or lie down on the floor. As it turns out, that is only the case if you are a total Sucker. I don't know if this is a result of the Al having a panic attack or some other form of astral intervention, but now I can get most inflatable characters to sit or lie down easily, even if I put them in a living room. I got Zelda here in some very interesting poses, but this was the only iteration I got that was good.

But that's only the tip of the iceberg, you see. You see, when I figured out that I had the Al thoroughly under my thumb, I went into a bit of a frenzy trying to generate all the balloonbabes I could before it could escape. You will see the fruits of my labor soon enough. Bowsette was back on the menu, but I don't think anything's going to beat the pic I used for the Bowsette caption. But I'd say I pulled off at least 3 other characters I previously wrote off as infeasible. I feel invigorated with the power of licensed characters. Watch out!!

Oh yeah. And for my Al buddies, the main problem with generating BOTW Zelda is that the Al keeps crossing her with BOTW Link. I guess it thinks Zelda's the protagonist. It also has a hard time understanding that Zelda's BOTW outfit is very different compared to her normal princess attire. The countermeasure for this is to say "zelda botw breath of the wild, female" so it knows to pick the female BOTW character who's blonde and wears a blue shirt. It'll also keep giving her a weird mess of belt buckles around her waist because I think it's trying to do Link's belt. There's no way it'll get the yellow detailing on her top exactly right, so I just picked one that looked good enough in a vaccuum. It can do the classic Zelda design decently enough, but I think it's mashing up all the Zelda designs from Smash Bros to do this. You're not going to get a very game-specific Zelda if you try that, but maybe you can try naming certain game titles to remedy this. Send me a note for more details on this. I can even hook you up with exclusive pics if you're interested. Trust me, the exclusive pics are really good.

--- YA HA HA I FOUND YA ---

I was thrilled as I stepped onto the grassy field, the sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. Dressed as Zelda from Breath of the Wild, I adjusted my belt and glanced at the photographer with a grin.

"Alright, let's start with having you look into the distance," the photographer instructed.

As the first photo was taken, I started to feel slightly odd. My skin felt smoother, almost like a delicate film was enveloping me. The blue top I'm wearing seems to adhere to my body in a new way. It's not uncomfortable, just... snugger. The fabric takes on a glossy sheen, like it's been polished. "Are you okay?" the photographer asked, noticing my slightly unfocused gaze.

I smiled, my features seemingly stuck in a serene expression. "I feel great! Let's keep going."

As the photoshoot continued, I felt a delightful pressure building within me. My movements became a tad more restricted, and a relaxing lightness settled into my limbs. My fingers tingled as they became more malleable, and I noticed a decidedly artificial sheen developing on my body and clothes. My gloved hands now squeaked gently when pressed together. "Is this a trick of the light?" I wondered aloud, noticing my voice already carried a different, slightly squeaky quality.

The photographer raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. My anticipation grew as the rubbery feeling intensified with each shot. My fingers rounded into gentle puffs, and the warmth of the sun on my ever-tightening body felt like a cozy embrace. The once distinct edges of my attire now seemed to blur, the fabric of each piece fusing into a shiny, elastic surface.

"Is it just me, or is there something different about your costume?" the photographer queried, looking at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

I tried to reassure him with a thumbs-up, but my movements felt awkward, uncoordinated. "I don't know, but I'm loving it!" I exclaimed, posing by a small stream. My blonde hair now felt solid, like a single inflatable piece swaying with the wind. I couldn't run my fingers through it anymore, but I enjoyed the novelty of my rubbery "hair" regardless. It's not heavy at all; it's weightless and soft to the touch.

As we moved to the next set of photos, the rubbery texture of my costume became more pronounced, and I could sense a subtle squeakiness with every movement. The blue top clung to me differently, almost like it was conforming to the curves of an inflatable doll. The brown belt seemed to merge seamlessly with my waist, and my black pants hugged my legs in a way that seemed almost unnatural. Standing became a balancing act as my buoyant form wobbled with each movement. My boots felt now like they had a subtle bounce, as if the ground beneath them had become a soft, cushiony surface. "Mind if I lean against this rock?" I asked, finding stability against the unyielding surface.

"Sure, take your time. We've got some fantastic shots already," the photographer reassured. I could feel my clothes creaking and the air inside me shifting with each subtle movement I made.

As I continued to pose and the camera clicked away, my entire body felt like it was filling with air, becoming more and more rubbery. My blue top and white shirt melded seamlessly together, the colors becoming more vibrant as if they were merely painted-on details. The belt cinched around my waist seemed to fuse with my now rubberized body. I looked down to see my black pants morphing into the same glossy material, seamlessly adhering to my now fully inflatable legs. In a matter of minutes, my whole cosplay outfit had taken on the shininess and squeakiness of an inflatable bodysuit. I ran my hands over my chest, noting the springy resistance – I was becoming a life-sized inflatable doll, and I loved it.

"Okay, let's go for a close-up of your face," the photographer instructed. As the lens zoomed in, the glossy rubbery texture extended to my face, freezing my expression into a perpetual smile. I touched my cheek, marveling at the smooth, squeaky texture that had replaced my skin. "This is incredible!" I tried to say, but only a soft squeak escaped.

Despite my best efforts, staying upright became increasingly challenging. My legs, now entirely inflatable, had a delightful squishiness to them. A misstep, a sudden gust of wind, and I found myself gently toppling backward, landing on the grass with a gentle bounce. The grassy field became my bed as I lay on my back, unable to speak but utterly content. The sun kissed my inflatable body, and I reveled in the warmth.

The photographer, stunned yet intrigued, continued capturing the whimsical transformation. "Are you all right?"

I nodded, my inflatable form bobbing slightly. And there I lay, a shiny inflatable Zelda staring at the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on my rubbery body. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the pleasant sensation of my inflatable form against the grass. If I didn’t have a photoshoot to continue, I could happily doze off right here.