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UH OH!! It's that time again! Listen pal, these EntryLvlBread Encounters aren't gonna read themselves!! This time, it's a balloonbabe story! Who did it better? Me? or the Al? Or perhaps, you could see why you'd like my version, but then again, the Al's version has certain advantages to it...

Deal Gone Wrong! (Rubber Inflatable TF A)With Halloween just a few days away, friends and foes alike are scrambling to assemble the most spine-curdling, hair-tingling, blood-boiling front yard display money can buy! Naturally, the world's supply of easily-dropkicked inflatable pumpkins, witches and ghouls is quickly being sucked dry by the ruthless general public. But luckily for you, I know a guy who can hook you up!NN: Hey hey hey! Welcome to NozzleNose's Customs!That's him. That's Mr. NozzleNose himself. Just… look at him! Who does he think he's kidding? Ugh… But if you really need that X Factor for your front yard decor, there's just no other option.CUSTOMER: Eeey NozzleNose! How much for the five-foot-eleven Gardevoir here?I wish I could give you a better description of “Customer” here, but he’s got on this big mustache he bought from Party City a couple hours ago. I can’t tell who he is!NN: Lessee here… Ohohoh! The "Tall Boy's" Taller-Than-Normal Gardevoir Pool Toy! Excellent choice for a pool party. But the weather today… not so much, no? It's a bit nippy, today, don't you think?CUSTOMER: Pool party? No, no! This is for the yard decor!NN: Oho! Rookie mistake. Listen pal. Pool toys go in the pool! You need yard inflatables for a yard display! CUSTOMER: Well, what difference does it make?NN: You tell me. You wouldn't take a dip with a light-up inflatable pumpkin, would ya? Oh, that'll get ya cooked up quick, let me tell ya!CUSTOMER: Why would I do that?NN: Well, point is. I happen to have just what you need. Feast your eyes!He reaches under the counter and pulls out a very similar-looking package.NN: Check it out. True-to-life. Custom-made. Five foot twelve. Hand-crafted with the finest materials around. The only one of its kind! This, Gardevoir yard inflatable, is precisely what you're looking for, no?CUSTOMER: Hmm… Lessee here… Hey, these look nearly identical! What's going on here?!NN: Ohoho… They certainly look alike to the untrained eye, no? But look! The pool toy has a little valve on the belly! Meanwhile, the yard inflatable has those little hooks so you can tie it to the ground. Surely you want your Gardevoir standing proud on the spookiest night of the year?CUSTOMER: Uh huh… The guy looks at the price tags. The pool toy is about 2 dollars cheaper. He doesn't need hooks where he's going!CUSTOMER: Looks like the pool toy's a little cheaper. Thanks for the insight, but I'll be "Sticking to my Guns" for this one!NN: Sure, sure! That’ll be 100 big ones!~~~NN: Pleasure doing business with you! Come again!CUSTOMER: Thanks a bunch, pal!Unbeknownst to Mr. NozzleNose, his Gardevoir won't be seeing use in neither a sub-60-degree swimming pool nor an off-color Pokemon-themed Halloween spread any time soon. Not at all! Because our customer guy is taking this sucker somewhere truly wild and cruel…~~~This is one of those dumb Halloween parties.CUSTOMER: Check it out guys. Got a freaking immaculate Gardevoir pool toy right here. Custom. One-of-a-kind. In real life. Taller than normal, too!Taller than normal is right. It took this guy half an hour to blow her up for this little trade show, as we’ll call it…TEST GUY: Huh? ... Oooooh... Crap man. That's gotta be the best one yet! Is that a…?CUSTOMER: A NozzleNose original. You bet.TEST GUY: Back to his old tricks, eh? … Gosh, the craftsmanship on this is phenomenal! I'll give you five hundred for it! Easy!CUSTOMER: Hmph… You drive a hard bargain. But I'm not interested in cash!He points to a rather floppy-looking Junko Enoshima inflatable curled against the corner. Well, I say Junko, but it's more like a royalty-free bootleg of Junko more than anything.TEST GUY: No!CUSTOMER: Gardevoir for Junko. I'll trade ya.TEST GUY: You… you sociopath! That's the crown jewel of the chief's collection! There's no way he'll part with that just for a-CHIEF: Ey, what's the big idea? …Oh! Well look what we have here… Ooooh… Very nice indeed…The chief is the giant test guy that makes all of the rules.CUSTOMER: You like Gardevoir, chief?CHIEF: Oh, you better believe it, son. Gardevoir's my middle name. What's your offer?CUSTOMER: Easy. I'll trade ya for your Junko.CHIEF: Heheh… You got some gall, you know that? I like it. TEST GUY: Wait, what? You can't be serious, chief! CHIEF: I've never been more serious in my whole life. You wouldn't think I'd turn down the chance to nab a true-to-life, custom-made, HD inflatable of my Comfort Character, would ya?TEST GUY: Erm… If you put it that way, then no, I guess not…CUSTOMER: So we have a deal, then?CHIEF: You bet! They trade hands, one one-of-a-kind NozzleNose original for another.CHIEF: Hey boys! Papa's got you all a new Psychic-type sweetheart to work with! Let's take her out back and "Break Her In"!TEST GUYS: Oooough! Yes sir yes sir!!CHIEF: And don't worry about 'em missing ol' Junko anytime soon, pal. As ya know, only one in a thousand test guys can unlock object permanence. They'll be fine!CUSTOMER: Got it. Well, thanks again man! I'll see ya.~~~Our happy customer took an extra minute to appreciate the ensuing Scenario before getting back into his car. Dozens upon dozens of test guys are clamoring this way and that on the backyard soccer field, pelting Gardevoir in every direction conceivable. They're zipping around erratically like a bunch of panicked gnats in a shaken-up snowglobe. This is like a pro Rocket League match, but with none of the tact or physics of a pro Rocket League match.Junko-At-Home is about half-full of air, so he’s going to have to deflate her all the way for ease of transportation. He pops open the little valve and kneads her like a pizza until she’s sufficiently flat, then folds her up the best he can and tosses her in the back seat. This is going to be a good night…But who’s that? Someone from across the street is really trying to get his attention! ???: Whoa, dude! Nice squeak you got there!CUSTOMER: Huh?He defensively puts his hand in his pocket where his car keys are and mashes the lock button. BWEEP BWEEPCHARACTER LIKER: Was that Junko? I love Junko!CUSTOMER: Really now. Listen, I got no time for street dealing. Go bother someone else!CL is pawing passively at the backseat window, apparently completely oblivious.CUSTOMER: Hey!CL: Dude, you know I can’t do that! That’s a NozzleNose original! The only one of its kind!CUSTOMER: Uh… it’s a spoof actually. Hate to break it to ya. You’ve been SpoofedCL: Hmph! Well, if it’s a spoof, then, surely, you wouldn’t mind me taking it off your hands for, two grand?Yipe! Two thousand dollars?!?!?CUSTOMER: The only thing “grand” here is how much you’re wasting my time! You oughta pay up now to cover my speaking fees. Take a hike!CL: Alright, alright. I get it. Sheesh…He paces away like he’s speedrunning a “poor dejected guy walk” routine. Customer moves to get into the car, but… !!!*BLIP BLIP BLIP!*CUSTOMER: (A C4! That rat stuck a C4 to my car!!) Ouaaaagh!He dives right out in the nick of time!*BOMB!!*CL: Think you could use two grand now, dude?CUSTOMER: Nooooo! Not the Family Sedan!!!!! Oooh, now you’ve really done it, kid! No one blows up the Family Sedan and lives to tell the tale!! C’mere! … Huh?Amidst the smoldering wreck that was once the family sedan… is the folded-up Junko inflatable, still in pristine condition?!CUSTOMER: Huh.CL: Huh?!? … So that was a NozzleNose original! It’s immune to damage!Look who’s taking an evening stroll!NOZZLENOSE: Eeey, boys! Boys! What’s all the hubbub? … Ouagh!CL: This guy won’t sell me the goods!CUSTOMER: This guy just blew up my car!!NN: Well, well! I must say. I do love a good showing of Brand Loyalty, and you two have both shown it well. You, little guy with the half-torn-off Party City mustache. You represent the tenacity of the Cobra. Your life revolves so perfectly, so absolutely, around your chosen Content Strategy, that you’d rather Perish than let your hands off the merchandise for even one second. And you, Bomberman Jr. You have the much-coveted grindset of the Unborn Sand Tiger Shark. You stop at nothing to achieve your goals of Conspicuous Consumption, even if they require killing your own ilk. The unstoppable force and the immovable object. Life and death! An excellent show! Whohohoho!CL: Okay… So what?NN: That means you’re coming with me, friend! I got something truly special for go-getters such as yourself…He yanks CL by the seat of his pants and drags him away!CL: Aauauugh!NN: Don’t fret, now! Consider this my treat! Not everyone gets to see the NozzleNose Overtime Special!~~~Looks like NozzleNose has taken this guy to the back of his shop. There’s a laptop open with some kind of crude GUI on it. The mismatched mishmash of cardboard boxes, file cabinets, and thrown-about papers leave a rather narrow walking path to the exit door. There's a little leftover bottle of dentist mints on one of the boxes, and they each take one for the road.CL: So, uh, what are we gonna do again?NN: Oh, nothing too crazy. Listen. You know I can’t just make Junko again. They really have to be one of a kind.CL: You can’t just do a pool toy or something?NN: Trust me, friend. I’ve done all the variants of Junko. CL: … What about the one where it’s like a weird goopy suit, and it has those hands to grab you by the-NN: Nope! Not doing that one, thank you very much! Professionals have standards! Ohoho!CL: So what’s the deal? What exactly is this “NozzleNose Overtime Special”?NN: Ah, my special is as easy as “1 2 3.” Look here.He hands CL a little slip of paper and a pencil.NN: All you have to do is write down your favorite character on that little paper, then you give it back to me. Easy!CL: Hmm…He doesn’t have a specific character in mind, so he just describes his ideal inflatable character to the best of his ability.CL: Here ya go.NN: … Oh? And who might this be? Some kind of… O C?CL: Yeah, sure. It’s an OC. One word.CL crosses his arms.NN: Very well! Now for step 2. Just give me a moment…CL glances around. His cheeks start to heat up…*VRRRR…*!!! Something lowered from the ceiling! It looks like some sort of bazooka, with several capsules of inky goop feeding into the main barrel. And it’s locked right onto CL!CL starts panting.NN: Something the matter, friend?CL: … Uh- Y-You won’t get away with this… NN: Hmm… Won’t get away with what, exactly?CL: … You know, turning me into a- never mind… crap…NN: No, go on! Finish. Turn you into a what? Where did you get that idea anyway?CL: It’s none of your business. Just do it already!NN: No, no, no. Time out! “Just do it already”? Do what already? CL: Ah… I mean… if I were to be real with you…NN: Yeah, be real with me. Go on! What’s the matter? Do you think I’m going to… ah, turn you into your… OC?CL: … Yeah, pretty much. … Thanks in advance.NN: Sigh… Look, man, I thought I'd try to be, ah, thematic, with how I'm taking you out, right? I mean… I could've just poisoned you or something, but I wanted to do the inflatable thing, since I'm an inflatables guy? You get it.CL: I do! Come on, what's the hold up?NN: It's just… Oh, you're making it weird! You're giving up too easily! You shouldn't be asking me what's the hold up if I'm… subjecting you to all this!CL: I don't get it.NN: Of course you don't. How do I spell this out for you? You'll basically be a vegetable if I go through with this. You'll be completely useless to both yourself and to everyone you know and love. Not even death could save you from such a fate, since there will be nothing left to kill! Surely you value yourself enough to want to avoid something like this, right?CL: …He steps right over to NozzleNose’s desk, the zooka tracking him all the while. He’s mumbling something under his breath. Something about pleasure from people looking at him…NN: Hey! Hey, don’t touch that! Get off my computer! Shoo!NozzleNose tries to wrestle control away from CL, but CL answers with a wicked suplex! NozzleNose is thrown clean over the table, and he can only watch as CL brute-forces the computer controls until he has the ceiling-mounted cannon aimed dead onto his own chest.NN: What are you- N-No! Don't do it! I'll let you go! I swear!BLAST!The impact blew the air right out of his lungs. He had barely enough time to make his final request between shallow breaths before the rapidly-spreading goop blotted out his mouth for good.CL: *huff* Looks like you got yourself some surplus. … Sell me for twenty dollars. I don't care. … Re… Really, it's out of your hands at this point, so why worry about it? *huff* Thanks… again… mnmmmnn…NN: Dear lord…~~~NozzleNose’s Overtime Specials are given out on a “sell on sight” basis. I’d be impressed if you cross paths with him when he’s running a special and manage to leave empty-handed! NN: Oh, hi man! Sup!!???: Uh, who are you supposed to-NN: Can I interest you in a… uh…???: A what?NN: Um… A lawn decoration! A front lawn decoration for Halloween! Yeah! You want one????: Huh?He pulls out a flat square plastic bag. The goods are neatly folded up inside. NN: Here, check it out. It's a… oh… It's a spooky black cat girl! She's bound to be a… a paw-some addition to the Spread this Halloween season, no????: Uh, you sure you have the right one, pal? This looks a little, uh, frilly, to be a regulation-model black cat girl…NN: Er… What's your name, friend?JONSO: NN: Jonso, my friend. I can assure you that I have the right one. It just so happens that this one's a little more… dressed up! You get it!JONSO: Sure pal…NN: Wait, man, wait! Listen! Just for you, I'll give it to ya for just $19.99! With this level of- of Craftsmanship, this much attention to detail-JONSO: Gee, you must be dyin' to get this off your hands…NN: Ya think?!JONSO: Hmm… Oh! Uh, here! I'll trade ya! Just gimme a second… Jonso fishes around in his wallet and pulls out an Einstein Bros. gift card.JONSO: There should be about 7 bucks in here last time I checked. Take it or leave it!NN: Fine! Freaking take it!He yanks the gift card out of Jonso's huge fingers and lobs the box at him like a clown pie straight to the face. It plops off him and flops onto the concrete.NN: Enjoy the cat girl, friend! If anyone asks, you didn't see me 'cuz I was busy respectin' the Schmear. Ciao!!He located the nearest slope and made a beeline straight for it. He's gonna try and trimp off it, Demoman style, to launch himself right back to home base in about 2 seconds.JONSO: Huh… Maybe it was the Applebees gift card that had seven bucks. Ouh… It's outta my hands at this point anyway…~~~About half an hour later, Jonso arrives back at his front yard, setting up all the junk he got from Party City. Whether he likes it or not, the centerpiece is going to have to be his true-to-life, hyper-realistic, 100% NozzleNose certified-BOSS: Jonso, the hell’re you up to?!JONSO: Oop! Uh, I was just thinkin’ our Halloween spread could use a little, uh, pizzazz, y’know?BOSS: Pizzazz is right. You want the kids to think we’re running a gentleman’s club or something? Where would you even locate something with… proportions… like that?JONSO: Uh, wish I could tell ya! Some scaredy-looking fellow ran into me on my way out of Party City. He traded me for that Einstein Bros. gift card I got on my birthday. You know.BOSS: So you got scammed out of lunch at Einstein Bros., too. Great. Freaking perfect. This thing has to be made of lice or something if he was selling it that cheap. Lemme see that for a second…He pulls out a funny dart and starts taking practice throws.JONSO: Ouh! Boss, no!But it’s too late! Fwip… thud? It reflects perfectly off of the inflatable cat maid, and Jonso has to jump out of the way to avoid getting poked in the tummy.JONSO: Yeooow!! Watch where you throw that, Boss!BOSS: I didn’t hit you, did I? … Huh. Did I grab the kiddy magnet darts by accident? … No, it’s sharp. Hold on…He starts relentlessly jamming the dart into the inflatable’s midsection.BOSS: Oh no… She’s not popping…JONSO: Wouldn't that be a good thing? She won’t get obliterated by the neighborhood Pitbull, like how it happens every Halloween...BOSS: No, Jonso. I read about this in the sacred texts. There’s only one way you get an unpoppable inflatable character of this quality. JONSO: … Oh… Oh, dear…BOSS: Yeah, you get it. We gotta get her checked out, quick. Where’s Pedro? JONSO: Uh… Good question, actually. Where did he go? BOSS: The car's not in the driveway. Is he still out shopping or something? Crap...~~~PEDRO: Come on… don’t fall over… Got it! Aaaand… snap! That’s another winner! Oh man, oh man! The payoff’s gonna be huge! Huuuuge!After rinsing off the soot and other Debris from Junko after that little incident, he took a cab home and opted to conduct an “On-Location” photoshoot while Jonso continued scrounging for bottom-shelf items at Party City. Sneaking past Boss is child’s play for him since he can easily crawl into his room from the window sill. It's been an hour, and still no one suspects a thing! At times like these, Pedro feels like his life is in a permanent state of Day Care.PEDRO: Would ya look at that! The fans love it! “She looks so squeaky and huggable!” “Cuuute! And also adorable!!” “AAAAAADSGYVGHBVFASYAWSF.” Wow, that last one really gave me a piece of their mind, huh?Pedro set it up so that his online album can be accessed for a monthly subscription fee. His more enthusiastic fans are encouraged to donate more cash to him directly to ward off those dreaded Targeted Ads. Later down the road, he’s going to be rolling out “Pay Per View” content. At this rate, he’ll be a millionaire by Christmas!*RIIING!*PEDRO: Huh? It’s for me? Hello? … Who am I speaking with? … Chief?! How did you get this number?! I’m calling the- … Your test guys are acting up? Aren’t they always? … Fat chance, pal! A deal’s a deal! If you wanted Junko that badly, you should’ve… Well, in that case, why not go get your own at NozzleNose’s or something… You’re banned from NozzleNose’s? What for? Heeheehee…*BANG BANG*BOSS: Pedro, who’re you talkin’ to in there?! PEDRO: Crap! Bad time to call, chief! Get blocked! *click* Mind your own business, Boss!BOSS: We need you to work that blasted Inverse Chamber again! We might have a real human victim this time for once in our lives!Pedro can’t seem to pop open the valve on Junko this time. He risks messing up his tiny fingernails if he exerts himself too much!PEDRO: Eh… Just give me a few minutes! I’ll be right out!BOSS: There’s no way it’s that important! Get outta there right this instant, you chickentwit!Now Pedro’s really nervous! In an ill-prepared bid to preserve his good standing, he takes a pocket knife and tries to dig it right into Junko’s back. Still no dice! His last resort: jumping on it profusely like a grumpy leprechaun lookin’ for the pot o’ Gold*SQRK SQRK!!*BOSS: Oh, for crying out loud! I can hear that, you know! Your cover’s blown!PEDRO: Listen, Boss! You can’t handle what you can’t understand! Give me seven more hours in here and we’ll be hitting seven figures in-"URUURURGGHHH…"BOSS: Whoa!! Pedro, was that you? Y’know what? I change my mind. Stay in there.PEDRO: I don’t know what you’re talking about!Jonso rolls up to the scene in a cold sweat.JONSO: Boss, Boss! It’s terrible! There’s, like, fifty test guys out at the front door! They're gonna kill us all!!BOSS: Dang, their hearing’s that good, huh? They can detect fresh sqrks for miles! Well, Pedro? Seems as good a time as ever to cut your losses, don’t ya think??PEDRO: Ugh, fine! Tell Jonso to go distract ‘em with the spare character goop we nabbed earlier. Should be fun.~~~A few minutes later, the inflatable cat maid and Junko were both piled on top of each other in the blast zone for the Inverse Chamber. BOSS: All this Riffle Raffle about inflatable this and that is making me sick! Pedro, lay it on ‘em at 40 seethes. See how they like it.The Inverse Chamber’s cannon revved up as usual, bearing down once again on its two hapless victims…*KA-BOING!!* Both Boss and Pedro got slammed straight into the ceiling like two packing peanuts.BOSS: That sounded good. Let’s see… Check the monitor… YES!! A perfect blast! Sweet deal, Pedro! They’re both back! … Haha! And one of them’s freaking crying his eyes out! Let ‘em out. He’s gonna mess up the chamber door with all that pounding.The door opens, and the character liker throws himself onto the floor.CL: Noooo! Noo! You brutes! Why did you change me back?!! Auuugh!BOSS: Something the matter, pal? CL grabbed him.CL: You think I’m an idiot, don’t you? You think there’s something wrong with me because I want some peace and calm of the moment. I know how you operate. I know your modus operandi. You’re all nothing but miserable Mosquitos to me. All I’d need to do to delete you instantly and permanently is sneeze in your general direction. So you better listen well, unless you actually like getting detonated frame-perfectly with C4, along with everyone else you’ve ever made eye contact with. Change. Me. Back.PEDRO: Erm… Well, I think we got some character goop out front, in case that’s what you’re looking for… Go ask Jonso for more details. You should know him when you see him.CL: Ooh! I love character goop! I’ll be right there! Thanks a ton!!Nyoom! He’s outta there!BOSS: Whew, that was close! I wonder who this other character is…???: Ooh… Ay caramba… What a scoop, amirite?PEDRO: No… no!! No way! Boss, th-that’s Julia Squeezer! Private eye! From the news! Oh, gosh! Julia, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!! Don’t kill me, please!!JS: Huh? … Oh, you’re that guy who was taking pics of me and earning, uh, like twenty dollars’ worth of monthly subscription fees. Don’t sweat it, kid. I’ve been through worse!PEDRO: Right… right. Well, in that case, uh… I guess you got yourself a scoop, right? Like you said…JS: Oh yeah. You betcha. NozzleNose is toast. Pretty much every time anyone’s tried to get “Behind the Scenes” with him or otherwise mess up big time on the black market, that’s when he does his “Overtime Special.” Figured that out the hard way, as you could tell.BOSS: So what you’re saying is that he’s completely Caput. It’s curtains for him. This is an open and shut case. JS: Precisely. Anyway, I don’t know about you, but I’d kill to see that character liker get his Just Desserts. Let’s go check in on him, shall we?~~~Jonso’s living the good life spraying down wave after wave of test guys with character goop out of a super soaker. Here’s the kicker: When everything’s said and done, he can sell all of the fresh-made inflatable characters to other test guys for thousands in profits! Pedro’s trying to convince him that this should be a new yearly tradition for the household. Buy a bucket of goop, lure in a bunch of test guys, and go to town for the next three or so hours. Quite the intriguing prospect, there…JS: So, uh, what’s your name?CL: Beats me.JS: I see. Listen, when you think about inflation, just generally, as a concept, is that a good thing, or a bad thing? Inflation.CL: Huh? What kind of question is that? … Good, I guess? No, no. Bad. Augh…JS: Well, you’re the inflatables guy here, right? Wouldn’t it be a good thing?CL: Yeah, but what about the Economy? Oh, the poor, poor EconomyJS: Auuuuugh! The Economy!!!~~~JS: And you, there. What kind of fun do you think you’ll find here, at this, uh, character goop party?TEST GUY 1: … Lots of fun?JS: Lots of fun. I dig it. And you, over there, half-turned into a…TEST GUY 2: mm… Sayaka from Danmgamnronmnpa… mmmnnn…JS: Yeah. What kind of fun do you-TEST GUY 2: Squishy… squishy fun… mmmnnnnmmm…He squishes his gooped leg with his big hand until his thumb and forefinger meet through the air-filled, empty folds of flesh.TEST GUY 2: … squimshy… *cough cough cough*JS: Sounds good man~~~JS: Listen guys. When we’re talking inflatables, you need, and I’m gonna have everyone do this like a magic Chant, you need, something that’s been inflated. Ready? You guys ready?CHIEF: Magic Chant? BOSS: Don't tell me! JS: Abra cadabra, 1 2 3!BOSS: Oh, God!!!TEST GUYS: abra cadabra 1 2 3JS: Now it’s time to see what we seeTEST GUYS: now its time to see what we seeCHIEF: Please, boys! I beg you. This is a spoof.NN: Hey, hey! NozzleNose! How we doin!JS: Great to see you, man. Does this mean that everyone here becomes an inflatable today? NN: Eh… Judging by the… the Watersports that’s transpiring, I’d assume so… JS: Well? You guys wanna-TEST GUYS: YEEAAAASSS!!JS: Well, you heard ‘em loud and clear! Jonso! Take it to the fridge!JONSO: Uhuhuhuhuh… Yeah baby! Happy Halloween suckers!!~~~If the neighborhood pitbull didn’t chew up the morning paper, the headline would’ve read like this:“A God Among Test Guys”: Retired Test Guy Chief on How “Pedro” Became an Inflatabillionaire via Masterfully Executed Three-Panel Sequence Deal Gone Wrong! (Rubber Inflatable TF B)The brisk autumn wind rustled the collar of my trench coat as I stepped into the dimly lit inflatable store, the sign swinging slightly above my head. I was Julia Morgan, private investigator, dressed in a sharp black pantsuit with a crimson blouse, ready to solve the mystery that had brought me here. The store was filled with rows of colorful, life-sized rubber figures, a sight that would usually be amusing, but today, it was the cause of my suspicion."Good evening, ma'am. How can I assist you?" The store owner, a middle-aged man with a friendly smile, greeted me."I'm investigating some suspicious activity around here. Reports of strange occurrences," I replied, eyeing the rows of inflatable characters.He nodded, his eyes darting around as if he were nervous. "I assure you, there's nothing unusual here. But I can show you the staff-only area if you'd like."I followed him into the back, my hand instinctively resting on the handle of my concealed gun. Once inside the staff-only area, he swiftly pressed a button, and the door slammed shut behind me. I turned, but before I could react, a strange device emerged from the wall, emitting a soft hiss. My body was engulfed in a cloud of fine mist, and I gasped, my muscles freezing."What's happening?!" I shouted, but he only watched with a sinister grin as my body began to transform.First, my fingers plumped up, and I felt them becoming round and rubbery, losing their human contours, as if they were slowly being inflated like balloons. The sensation was almost euphoric, like sinking into a warm, cozy embrace. I curled them instinctively, but they were starting to resist movement. My hands soon lost their human shape, leaving me with smooth, pliable appendages that felt supple to the touch. I tried to clench my fists, but the rubbery material held them in a permanent state of gentle relaxation.The sensation crept up my arms, the rubbery transformation advancing steadily. The rubbery material encased them, molding itself perfectly to the contours of my limbs. They thickened and became less defined, the skin losing its texture and suppleness. My elbows became round, almost bulbous, and my upper arms filled out into smooth, inflatable curves. The rubbery material clung to my skin like a second layer, molding itself to my arms' new shape. My muscles now felt bouncy and malleable, making it nearly impossible for me to flex them as I used to. My legs were the next to undergo the transformation. I could feel them thickening and becoming rounder as the rubbery texture took hold. My skin seemed to meld seamlessly with the newly formed rubber, making it increasingly challenging to distinguish where my skin ended and the rubber began. My thighs expanded, losing their human contours and becoming soft, bouncy rubber. I could feel the material molding to the shape of my legs, creating a seamless, glossy surface. My knees rounded out, and my calves plumped up, making every movement a challenge. I tried to take a step, but my legs felt strangely buoyant and resistant, like I was walking on air-filled cushions.Glancing down, I noticed that my chest was inflating into a smooth, glossy surface. My breasts, once soft and yielding, were now part of the rubbery expanse, their rounded forms resilient to my touch. I glanced down, my eyes widening as my waist thickened and my abdomen became a soft, plushy surface. I could no longer feel the rise and fall of my chest as I breathed; instead, I was a fixed, unyielding figure.My outfit was not spared either. My pantsuit and blouse underwent a rapid and surreal transformation, the fabric shifting and swelling until it was no longer cloth. My black pantsuit, once professional and crisp, morphed into an inflatable version of a black cardigan. The fabric seamlessly turned into rubber, the contours of my body now smoothed out by the glossy material. The crimson blouse beneath it stretched and puffed up, creating the illusion of a white dress shirt with a long tie that hung loosely around my neck. The pants I had been wearing became a pleated red mini-skirt, the fabric changing into the same glossy rubber that hugged my hips and thighs in a bouncy embrace. The final touch was my footwear; my sensible office shoes transformed into sleek black boots that covered my rubberized feet. And then there was my hair. It had once been auburn and neatly tied in a bun, but it was changing rapidly. It transformed into long, thick, inflatable twin pigtails, reminiscent of Junko's iconic bleached strawberry-blonde locks. Monokuma hair clips adorned these newfound pigtails, lending an eerie cuteness to the look. The sensation of my hair becoming inflatable was uniquely pleasurable, each strand inflating and intertwining, adding to the surreal sensation of being transformed into a rubbery figure. I could feel the rubbery strands swaying with every slight movement.My facial features were the last to go. The transformation felt oddly calming at this point, as if my body had given in to its new inflatable form. My features seemed to flatten, and I reached up to touch them, only to find that my once-dimensional face had become a smooth, painted-on surface. My eyes became mere painted orbs on my rubbery face, and my lips were reduced to a simple, painted curve. I tried to speak, but only a faint squeaking noise escaped my painted lips. With my transformation complete, I examined my new form. I ran my rubbery fingers over my smooth surface, feeling the glossy texture beneath my touch. I was now a shiny, inflatable replica of Junko Enoshima, and every inch of my body felt bouncy and oddly pleasant to the touch.As I touched my hands, they felt pliable yet firm, like they were made to be squeezed. The glossy rubber seemed to cling to my fingers, yielding to my touch but always bouncing back to its original shape. My once-human nails were now part of the smooth, rubbery expanse that was my palm, their contours transformed into shallow, painted details. When I squeezed them together, they emitted a soft, high-pitched squeakMy gaze traveled down to my arms, and I couldn't help but admire the sleek, round shape they'd taken on. I noted how they had thickened, losing their familiar shape and texture. My rubberized skin stretched over the plump, cylindrical limbs, and when I squeezed them, they felt remarkably resilient. It felt odd, but there was a certain allure to it. There was no human softness or warmth, just the smooth, cool embrace of rubber.My rubber-clad chest was a striking sight, adorned with the painted image of Junko's cardigan and white shirt, its buttons and folds carefully represented. My rubberized breasts were supple yet bouncy, with a synthetic quality that sent a strange shiver down my spine. Running my fingers over them produced a distinct sound, a mix of gentle squeaks and rubbery friction. Once soft and flesh, they had become two glossy mounds, round and plump. My fingers traced the subtle curves, and I marveled at the way the rubber responded to my touch, its surface yielding to the pressure. It felt like a gentle, persistent massage. When I pressed my hand against my rubberized abdomen, it yielded slightly to the touch, then bounced back. There was an undeniable elasticity to my new form, and it was almost mesmerizing.Lowering my hands, I explored my rubbery waist and hips. The transformation had given me a curvier silhouette, and my new form accentuated the curves in a way that was almost seductive. The rubbery surface there was just as responsive, soft and pliable under my touch, giving in to my fingers as they glided along my sides. My red pleated mini-skirt was smooth and pliable, and as my rubbery fingers grazed it, I could feel the garment's simulated texture. It clung to my new figure, molding itself perfectly to my waistline. I could no longer feel my own human waist, but I couldn't help but admire the way the pleats of the skirt accentuated my rubbery hips.My gaze moved down, and I noticed my legs. They had thickened and elongated, the rubbery material smooth and slightly translucent. The sensation of touch was more subtle here, the rubbery surface feeling like a smooth, satin-like texture. My fingers moved over my thighs and calves, and it was as if I was caressing an unusual, supple fabric. I could no longer wiggle my toes within Junko’s black boots, but the feeling of the extra-thick rubber encasing my feet was oddly satisfying. My boots were rounded into soft, bulbous ends, giving my feet a cute, slightly exaggerated look. Running my fingers over them, the rubber felt surprisingly pleasant to the touch, and I couldn't help but admire the smooth, unbroken surface.Every movement I made was met with resistance; it was as if I was encased in a tight, unyielding shell. Struggling, I tried to move, but my rubbery limbs only responded with limited mobility. My body was lighter than I could have ever imagined, and my steps felt awkward and uncoordinated. It was as though I had lost my sense of balance, my rubbery feet wobbling with each step.Each footfall produced a high-pitched squeaky noise, adding an absurd, almost comical aspect to my predicament. The sound was a constant reminder of my bizarre transformation, drawing the attention of anyone nearby. It was like I was walking on inflated cushions, and I stumbled clumsily, barely able to maintain my balance.I attempted to raise my rubberized arms, but they felt sluggish and unwieldy. The soft, squeaky friction of my rubber hands brushing against one another only emphasized my restricted range of motion. It was a frustrating experience, like trying to maneuver a clumsy marionette with strings that wouldn't cooperate. Even my fingers, which had once been dexterous and nimble, were now pudgy and barely functional.Most simple actions as a human became challenging. Something as basic as turning to face in a different direction required a deliberate effort, and even then, I could only manage a gradual, almost robotic pivot. My once-graceful gestures were now reduced to awkward flails of rubber. Even my balance had deserted me. Every time I attempted to stand still, my rubbery body swayed, threatening to topple over with the slightest gust of wind. It was a constant battle to remain upright, my rubbery feet struggling to find purchase on the ground beneath me. As I attempted to grasp a nearby shelf for support, my rubber-coated fingers fumbled clumsily. I watched in frustration as my hand bumped into the shelf and sent a few items tumbling to the floor. My inability to control my own actions was maddening.Yet, despite my initial frustration, I couldn't help but find some amusement in the absurdity of my new existence. I chuckled at the high-pitched squeaks and squeals that accompanied my every movement. It was impossible to take myself seriously in this rubbery form.In fact, my rubbery form felt oddly comforting, like being wrapped in a warm, constant hug. My worries began to fade, replaced by a strange sense of contentment. I found solace in the simplicity of my new existence, a stark contrast to the complexities of my previous life as a private eye.But as the sun rose, I felt myself growing still. The first hints of daylight pierced through the store's windows, casting long shadows across the inflatable figures. I could sense the transformation taking hold once more, only this time, it wasn't the pleasant nighttime mobility I had grown accustomed to. It was the gradual embrace of inanimate existence.My rubbery form became lighter, as if the life was being drained from me. I felt myself losing the last vestiges of my ability to move. I could feel the air within me settling as my rubber limbs, once obedient to my feeble commands, now refused to budge.Before I knew it, I found myself unable to maintain an upright position. The air within my rubbery body seemed to shift and redistribute, making me unsteady on my rubberized feet. My figure began to list, tilting to one side before ultimately giving in to gravity. I ultimately collapsed to the floor, landing with a soft squeak as my rubbery body hit the ground. I lay on the ground, flat on my back, unable to change my pose or even turn my head.In this inanimate state, I no longer had control over my existence. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, and I no longer had the capacity to resist or fear my condition. My body felt like an inert rubber doll, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever regain my limited mobility once night fell again. I had become a glossy, rubbery representation of a character from a game, relegated to a prop in the store, waiting for the cover of night to grant me a semblance of mobility once more.Throughout the day, I was nothing more than a stationary inflatable figure. The world moved around me, the store owner attending to his business while I remained a helpless observer. I drifted in and out of awareness, my senses diminished, my thoughts becoming fleeting and distant. But strangely, I didn't mind. I had come to accept my fate, finding a peculiar tranquility in being an inflatable, a lifeless figure amid a world of constant movement and change. As the sun bathed the store in its morning light, I remained an inert presence, a part of the colorful display, waiting for the cycle to repeat when nightfall granted me a temporary reprieve from my inanimate existence. What was once a terrifying ordeal had become a strangely serene experience. As an inflatable Junko, I no longer felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. Instead, I was free to float in the gentle currents of life, a glossy rubber embodiment of a character from a game, finding unexpected happiness in the simplicity of being. The store's owner might have tricked me, but in the end, I found a profound sense of contentment in my newfound, squeaky, rubbery life.

Believe it or not, I had a lot of trouble captioning this one. I took stock of all the different BalloonBabe TF scenarios I've done in captions, and I realized I used most of the easy ones already. It wouldn't do to accompany all these pics with the same TF scenario, would it?

So I decided I'd go "back to my roots" and ask the Al for a classic "All-Nonsense" scenario in which a poor girl gets nailed by a balloonbabe splash potion during an otherwise normal mall outing. I don't know how you non-Al people do this without the Al's insidious intervention. You have my respect. If you want to see how I'd write this stuff when left to my own devices, without any help from the Al, check out this story! It's not a balloonbabe TF, but just replace "hard" with "soft" or "squeaky" and "plastic" with "rubber" and you should get something close enough. www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Here on EntryLvlBread, only the finest Al-generated balloonbabe pics get a caption! If you want to see some exclusive Balloon babe pics, or if you'd like me to "teach you to fish," so to speak, send me a note!

By the way, for my fellow Al heads, Bowsette is another one of those characters that the Al has a general idea of. It knows her hairstyle and will put in the horns and armbands on its own, but it's split on whether her dress has puffy sleeves or no sleeves at all, even if you ask for a specifically sleeveless dress. It can't get her crown right at all. I couldn't ever get it to render anything past a half-body shot, and bust shots are the most common by far. Try putting her in a tennis court!

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The last place I expected to find myself today was at the bustling mall. My girlfriend had convinced me to join her for a day of shopping and socializing, but I couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water in this sea of people. Meanwhile, she couldn't contain her excitement about something she had in mind.

"Hey, babe, I've got a little surprise for you," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Before I could inquire further, she whipped out a small vial containing a translucent, glossy goop. "Watch this," she grinned, her fingers swirling the goop in the vial. Before I could react, she flicked her wrist, and the goop splattered all over my body.

"Wha-what did you just do?" I stammered, my voice shaking. I tugged at the layer of goop, but it had already worked its way into my clothes.

My girlfriend chuckled. “Don't worry; you'll love it. Just let it happen. You're becoming Bowsette!"

The goop seemed to seep into my pores, altering me from the inside out. It wasn't painful; rather, it was oddly pleasurable, like being covered in a slimy, jelly-like substance. My hands lost their human texture, becoming impossibly smooth and glossy. I could feel my arms growing lighter and increasingly rubbery. "You're so squishy!" my girlfriend giggled as she reached out and gently squeezed my arm, hearing a faint squeak in response.

My jeans transformed into the sleek black strapless floor-length princess dress, and it was as if the goop had painted it onto my rubbery skin. My sweater became part of the dress, adding to the inflated curves that now defined my figure. A small green spiky shell materialized on my back, and a rubbery crown sat on my head. Two inflatable horns protruded from my hair, and I sensed the addition of a black spiked choker and matching armbands. I couldn't help but wobble slightly when my sneakers morphed into black high heels, adjusting to the unfamiliar footwear.

I turned to my girlfriend with a mixture of awe and trepidation. "I... I don't know about this. I can't move properly, and I feel so... strange," I said, struggling to articulate my thoughts as the goop climbed up my neck.

"It's all part of the transformation, my love. You're becoming a fabulous Bowsette, and you look stunning!" she replied.

The goop eventually covered my face, and I felt my features freezing into a cute smile. My mouth became sealed shut, and my eyes transformed into large, painted-on orbs. I tried to speak but only managed a muffled squeak. My brown hair began to change as well, transforming into a bright blonde ponytail. My rubberized hair felt springy, like a well-inflated pool toy, and I swished it back and forth, amazed by how it seemed to defy gravity.

As the goop finished its work, I could feel my waist cinching in, my hips curving out, and my butt plumping up, becoming a delightful, squeezable cushion. My legs grew round and soft like inflated balloons, and my feet, encased in rubbery high heels, felt strangely buoyant and cushioned. Though my rubbery face hid my emotions, I blushed as my girlfriend playfully poked my bouncy chest, earning another endearing squeak from me. "Look at you, all cheerful and outgoing now! You can't stop smiling!" she exclaimed, admiring how my once-ordinary body was now a shiny, squeaky, rubber replication of Bowsette.

As a shiny, lightweight inflatable, every awkward movement I made was accompanied by a squeaky noise, making me feel slightly ridiculous. My girlfriend pulled me along like a life-sized doll, making me bounce and squeak as I wobbled in her grip. Shoppers stared, amused by my bubbly appearance. Some assumed I was a costumed performer, while others thought I was merely a party decoration.

"You're like a wobbly balloon!" she teased, her laughter ringing out. "I bet you'd float away if I let go of you." She tugged at my hand, testing my balance, and I squeaked in protest, struggling to maintain my equilibrium. She kept finding new ways to highlight my unique predicament, like pretending to push me over and watching me bounce back up, or rubbing my body to produce a series of high-pitched squeaks. It was hard to maintain my dignity when I felt so bouncy and lighthearted.

Later, she paused and glanced around. "Hey, how about we take some photos? You look so cute, and I want to remember this moment!" I nodded as best I could with my fixed, inflated expression, and we posed for photos. Passersby couldn't help but snap pictures as well, their amusement evident as they watched the confident yet clumsy inflatable Bowsette trying to strike a pose.

After the photoshoot, she lightly patted my rubbery back. "I bet you're secretly enjoying this, aren't you?" she teased, her tone a mix of affection and amusement. "Admit it, you love being this squeaky, bouncy Bowsette. It's written all over your face. Well, your painted-on face, that is."

Before I could respond, she leaned in, kissing my rubbery cheek with a playful "Mwah!" and then another on my painted-on mouth. I couldn't respond verbally, so I leaned in for another kiss, her lips meeting my perfectly smooth face with a strangely delicious softness. Deep down, I couldn't deny that I was secretly reveling in the attention. The transformation felt strangely liberating and pleasant, allowing me to embrace a side of myself I had never known before. My heart felt light with happiness, and I couldn't help but smile to myself, even if it was a permanent fixture on my rubbery face.

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UH OH!! It's that time again! Listen pal, these EntryLvlBread Encounters aren't gonna read themselves!! This time, it's a balloonbabe story! Who did it better? Me? or the Al? Or perhaps, you could see why you'd like my version, but then again, the Al's version has certain advantages to it...

Deal Gone Wrong! (Rubber Inflatable TF A)With Halloween just a few days away, friends and foes alike are scrambling to assemble the most spine-curdling, hair-tingling, blood-boiling front yard display money can buy! Naturally, the world's supply of easily-dropkicked inflatable pumpkins, witches and ghouls is quickly being sucked dry by the ruthless general public. But luckily for you, I know a guy who can hook you up!NN: Hey hey hey! Welcome to NozzleNose's Customs!That's him. That's Mr. NozzleNose himself. Just… look at him! Who does he think he's kidding? Ugh… But if you really need that X Factor for your front yard decor, there's just no other option.CUSTOMER: Eeey NozzleNose! How much for the five-foot-eleven Gardevoir here?I wish I could give you a better description of “Customer” here, but he’s got on this big mustache he bought from Party City a couple hours ago. I can’t tell who he is!NN: Lessee here… Ohohoh! The "Tall Boy's" Taller-Than-Normal Gardevoir Pool Toy! Excellent choice for a pool party. But the weather today… not so much, no? It's a bit nippy, today, don't you think?CUSTOMER: Pool party? No, no! This is for the yard decor!NN: Oho! Rookie mistake. Listen pal. Pool toys go in the pool! You need yard inflatables for a yard display! CUSTOMER: Well, what difference does it make?NN: You tell me. You wouldn't take a dip with a light-up inflatable pumpkin, would ya? Oh, that'll get ya cooked up quick, let me tell ya!CUSTOMER: Why would I do that?NN: Well, point is. I happen to have just what you need. Feast your eyes!He reaches under the counter and pulls out a very similar-looking package.NN: Check it out. True-to-life. Custom-made. Five foot twelve. Hand-crafted with the finest materials around. The only one of its kind! This, Gardevoir yard inflatable, is precisely what you're looking for, no?CUSTOMER: Hmm… Lessee here… Hey, these look nearly identical! What's going on here?!NN: Ohoho… They certainly look alike to the untrained eye, no? But look! The pool toy has a little valve on the belly! Meanwhile, the yard inflatable has those little hooks so you can tie it to the ground. Surely you want your Gardevoir standing proud on the spookiest night of the year?CUSTOMER: Uh huh… The guy looks at the price tags. The pool toy is about 2 dollars cheaper. He doesn't need hooks where he's going!CUSTOMER: Looks like the pool toy's a little cheaper. Thanks for the insight, but I'll be "Sticking to my Guns" for this one!NN: Sure, sure! That’ll be 100 big ones!~~~NN: Pleasure doing business with you! Come again!CUSTOMER: Thanks a bunch, pal!Unbeknownst to Mr. NozzleNose, his Gardevoir won't be seeing use in neither a sub-60-degree swimming pool nor an off-color Pokemon-themed Halloween spread any time soon. Not at all! Because our customer guy is taking this sucker somewhere truly wild and cruel…~~~This is one of those dumb Halloween parties.CUSTOMER: Check it out guys. Got a freaking immaculate Gardevoir pool toy right here. Custom. One-of-a-kind. In real life. Taller than normal, too!Taller than normal is right. It took this guy half an hour to blow her up for this little trade show, as we’ll call it…TEST GUY: Huh? ... Oooooh... Crap man. That's gotta be the best one yet! Is that a…?CUSTOMER: A NozzleNose original. You bet.TEST GUY: Back to his old tricks, eh? … Gosh, the craftsmanship on this is phenomenal! I'll give you five hundred for it! Easy!CUSTOMER: Hmph… You drive a hard bargain. But I'm not interested in cash!He points to a rather floppy-looking Junko Enoshima inflatable curled against the corner. Well, I say Junko, but it's more like a royalty-free bootleg of Junko more than anything.TEST GUY: No!CUSTOMER: Gardevoir for Junko. I'll trade ya.TEST GUY: You… you sociopath! That's the crown jewel of the chief's collection! There's no way he'll part with that just for a-CHIEF: Ey, what's the big idea? …Oh! Well look what we have here… Ooooh… Very nice indeed…The chief is the giant test guy that makes all of the rules.CUSTOMER: You like Gardevoir, chief?CHIEF: Oh, you better believe it, son. Gardevoir's my middle name. What's your offer?CUSTOMER: Easy. I'll trade ya for your Junko.CHIEF: Heheh… You got some gall, you know that? I like it. TEST GUY: Wait, what? You can't be serious, chief! CHIEF: I've never been more serious in my whole life. You wouldn't think I'd turn down the chance to nab a true-to-life, custom-made, HD inflatable of my Comfort Character, would ya?TEST GUY: Erm… If you put it that way, then no, I guess not…CUSTOMER: So we have a deal, then?CHIEF: You bet! They trade hands, one one-of-a-kind NozzleNose original for another.CHIEF: Hey boys! Papa's got you all a new Psychic-type sweetheart to work with! Let's take her out back and "Break Her In"!TEST GUYS: Oooough! Yes sir yes sir!!CHIEF: And don't worry about 'em missing ol' Junko anytime soon, pal. As ya know, only one in a thousand test guys can unlock object permanence. They'll be fine!CUSTOMER: Got it. Well, thanks again man! I'll see ya.~~~Our happy customer took an extra minute to appreciate the ensuing Scenario before getting back into his car. Dozens upon dozens of test guys are clamoring this way and that on the backyard soccer field, pelting Gardevoir in every direction conceivable. They're zipping around erratically like a bunch of panicked gnats in a shaken-up snowglobe. This is like a pro Rocket League match, but with none of the tact or physics of a pro Rocket League match.Junko-At-Home is about half-full of air, so he’s going to have to deflate her all the way for ease of transportation. He pops open the little valve and kneads her like a pizza until she’s sufficiently flat, then folds her up the best he can and tosses her in the back seat. This is going to be a good night…But who’s that? Someone from across the street is really trying to get his attention! ???: Whoa, dude! Nice squeak you got there!CUSTOMER: Huh?He defensively puts his hand in his pocket where his car keys are and mashes the lock button. BWEEP BWEEPCHARACTER LIKER: Was that Junko? I love Junko!CUSTOMER: Really now. Listen, I got no time for street dealing. Go bother someone else!CL is pawing passively at the backseat window, apparently completely oblivious.CUSTOMER: Hey!CL: Dude, you know I can’t do that! That’s a NozzleNose original! The only one of its kind!CUSTOMER: Uh… it’s a spoof actually. Hate to break it to ya. You’ve been SpoofedCL: Hmph! Well, if it’s a spoof, then, surely, you wouldn’t mind me taking it off your hands for, two grand?Yipe! Two thousand dollars?!?!?CUSTOMER: The only thing “grand” here is how much you’re wasting my time! You oughta pay up now to cover my speaking fees. Take a hike!CL: Alright, alright. I get it. Sheesh…He paces away like he’s speedrunning a “poor dejected guy walk” routine. Customer moves to get into the car, but… !!!*BLIP BLIP BLIP!*CUSTOMER: (A C4! That rat stuck a C4 to my car!!) Ouaaaagh!He dives right out in the nick of time!*BOMB!!*CL: Think you could use two grand now, dude?CUSTOMER: Nooooo! Not the Family Sedan!!!!! Oooh, now you’ve really done it, kid! No one blows up the Family Sedan and lives to tell the tale!! C’mere! … Huh?Amidst the smoldering wreck that was once the family sedan… is the folded-up Junko inflatable, still in pristine condition?!CUSTOMER: Huh.CL: Huh?!? … So that was a NozzleNose original! It’s immune to damage!Look who’s taking an evening stroll!NOZZLENOSE: Eeey, boys! Boys! What’s all the hubbub? … Ouagh!CL: This guy won’t sell me the goods!CUSTOMER: This guy just blew up my car!!NN: Well, well! I must say. I do love a good showing of Brand Loyalty, and you two have both shown it well. You, little guy with the half-torn-off Party City mustache. You represent the tenacity of the Cobra. Your life revolves so perfectly, so absolutely, around your chosen Content Strategy, that you’d rather Perish than let your hands off the merchandise for even one second. And you, Bomberman Jr. You have the much-coveted grindset of the Unborn Sand Tiger Shark. You stop at nothing to achieve your goals of Conspicuous Consumption, even if they require killing your own ilk. The unstoppable force and the immovable object. Life and death! An excellent show! Whohohoho!CL: Okay… So what?NN: That means you’re coming with me, friend! I got something truly special for go-getters such as yourself…He yanks CL by the seat of his pants and drags him away!CL: Aauauugh!NN: Don’t fret, now! Consider this my treat! Not everyone gets to see the NozzleNose Overtime Special!~~~Looks like NozzleNose has taken this guy to the back of his shop. There’s a laptop open with some kind of crude GUI on it. The mismatched mishmash of cardboard boxes, file cabinets, and thrown-about papers leave a rather narrow walking path to the exit door. There's a little leftover bottle of dentist mints on one of the boxes, and they each take one for the road.CL: So, uh, what are we gonna do again?NN: Oh, nothing too crazy. Listen. You know I can’t just make Junko again. They really have to be one of a kind.CL: You can’t just do a pool toy or something?NN: Trust me, friend. I’ve done all the variants of Junko. CL: … What about the one where it’s like a weird goopy suit, and it has those hands to grab you by the-NN: Nope! Not doing that one, thank you very much! Professionals have standards! Ohoho!CL: So what’s the deal? What exactly is this “NozzleNose Overtime Special”?NN: Ah, my special is as easy as “1 2 3.” Look here.He hands CL a little slip of paper and a pencil.NN: All you have to do is write down your favorite character on that little paper, then you give it back to me. Easy!CL: Hmm…He doesn’t have a specific character in mind, so he just describes his ideal inflatable character to the best of his ability.CL: Here ya go.NN: … Oh? And who might this be? Some kind of… O C?CL: Yeah, sure. It’s an OC. One word.CL crosses his arms.NN: Very well! Now for step 2. Just give me a moment…CL glances around. His cheeks start to heat up…*VRRRR…*!!! Something lowered from the ceiling! It looks like some sort of bazooka, with several capsules of inky goop feeding into the main barrel. And it’s locked right onto CL!CL starts panting.NN: Something the matter, friend?CL: … Uh- Y-You won’t get away with this… NN: Hmm… Won’t get away with what, exactly?CL: … You know, turning me into a- never mind… crap…NN: No, go on! Finish. Turn you into a what? Where did you get that idea anyway?CL: It’s none of your business. Just do it already!NN: No, no, no. Time out! “Just do it already”? Do what already? CL: Ah… I mean… if I were to be real with you…NN: Yeah, be real with me. Go on! What’s the matter? Do you think I’m going to… ah, turn you into your… OC?CL: … Yeah, pretty much. … Thanks in advance.NN: Sigh… Look, man, I thought I'd try to be, ah, thematic, with how I'm taking you out, right? I mean… I could've just poisoned you or something, but I wanted to do the inflatable thing, since I'm an inflatables guy? You get it.CL: I do! Come on, what's the hold up?NN: It's just… Oh, you're making it weird! You're giving up too easily! You shouldn't be asking me what's the hold up if I'm… subjecting you to all this!CL: I don't get it.NN: Of course you don't. How do I spell this out for you? You'll basically be a vegetable if I go through with this. You'll be completely useless to both yourself and to everyone you know and love. Not even death could save you from such a fate, since there will be nothing left to kill! Surely you value yourself enough to want to avoid something like this, right?CL: …He steps right over to NozzleNose’s desk, the zooka tracking him all the while. He’s mumbling something under his breath. Something about pleasure from people looking at him…NN: Hey! Hey, don’t touch that! Get off my computer! Shoo!NozzleNose tries to wrestle control away from CL, but CL answers with a wicked suplex! NozzleNose is thrown clean over the table, and he can only watch as CL brute-forces the computer controls until he has the ceiling-mounted cannon aimed dead onto his own chest.NN: What are you- N-No! Don't do it! I'll let you go! I swear!BLAST!The impact blew the air right out of his lungs. He had barely enough time to make his final request between shallow breaths before the rapidly-spreading goop blotted out his mouth for good.CL: *huff* Looks like you got yourself some surplus. … Sell me for twenty dollars. I don't care. … Re… Really, it's out of your hands at this point, so why worry about it? *huff* Thanks… again… mnmmmnn…NN: Dear lord…~~~NozzleNose’s Overtime Specials are given out on a “sell on sight” basis. I’d be impressed if you cross paths with him when he’s running a special and manage to leave empty-handed! NN: Oh, hi man! Sup!!???: Uh, who are you supposed to-NN: Can I interest you in a… uh…???: A what?NN: Um… A lawn decoration! A front lawn decoration for Halloween! Yeah! You want one????: Huh?He pulls out a flat square plastic bag. The goods are neatly folded up inside. NN: Here, check it out. It's a… oh… It's a spooky black cat girl! She's bound to be a… a paw-some addition to the Spread this Halloween season, no????: Uh, you sure you have the right one, pal? This looks a little, uh, frilly, to be a regulation-model black cat girl…NN: Er… What's your name, friend?JONSO: NN: Jonso, my friend. I can assure you that I have the right one. It just so happens that this one's a little more… dressed up! You get it!JONSO: Sure pal…NN: Wait, man, wait! Listen! Just for you, I'll give it to ya for just $19.99! With this level of- of Craftsmanship, this much attention to detail-JONSO: Gee, you must be dyin' to get this off your hands…NN: Ya think?!JONSO: Hmm… Oh! Uh, here! I'll trade ya! Just gimme a second… Jonso fishes around in his wallet and pulls out an Einstein Bros. gift card.JONSO: There should be about 7 bucks in here last time I checked. Take it or leave it!NN: Fine! Freaking take it!He yanks the gift card out of Jonso's huge fingers and lobs the box at him like a clown pie straight to the face. It plops off him and flops onto the concrete.NN: Enjoy the cat girl, friend! If anyone asks, you didn't see me 'cuz I was busy respectin' the Schmear. Ciao!!He located the nearest slope and made a beeline straight for it. He's gonna try and trimp off it, Demoman style, to launch himself right back to home base in about 2 seconds.JONSO: Huh… Maybe it was the Applebees gift card that had seven bucks. Ouh… It's outta my hands at this point anyway…~~~About half an hour later, Jonso arrives back at his front yard, setting up all the junk he got from Party City. Whether he likes it or not, the centerpiece is going to have to be his true-to-life, hyper-realistic, 100% NozzleNose certified-BOSS: Jonso, the hell’re you up to?!JONSO: Oop! Uh, I was just thinkin’ our Halloween spread could use a little, uh, pizzazz, y’know?BOSS: Pizzazz is right. You want the kids to think we’re running a gentleman’s club or something? Where would you even locate something with… proportions… like that?JONSO: Uh, wish I could tell ya! Some scaredy-looking fellow ran into me on my way out of Party City. He traded me for that Einstein Bros. gift card I got on my birthday. You know.BOSS: So you got scammed out of lunch at Einstein Bros., too. Great. Freaking perfect. This thing has to be made of lice or something if he was selling it that cheap. Lemme see that for a second…He pulls out a funny dart and starts taking practice throws.JONSO: Ouh! Boss, no!But it’s too late! Fwip… thud? It reflects perfectly off of the inflatable cat maid, and Jonso has to jump out of the way to avoid getting poked in the tummy.JONSO: Yeooow!! Watch where you throw that, Boss!BOSS: I didn’t hit you, did I? … Huh. Did I grab the kiddy magnet darts by accident? … No, it’s sharp. Hold on…He starts relentlessly jamming the dart into the inflatable’s midsection.BOSS: Oh no… She’s not popping…JONSO: Wouldn't that be a good thing? She won’t get obliterated by the neighborhood Pitbull, like how it happens every Halloween...BOSS: No, Jonso. I read about this in the sacred texts. There’s only one way you get an unpoppable inflatable character of this quality. JONSO: … Oh… Oh, dear…BOSS: Yeah, you get it. We gotta get her checked out, quick. Where’s Pedro? JONSO: Uh… Good question, actually. Where did he go? BOSS: The car's not in the driveway. Is he still out shopping or something? Crap...~~~PEDRO: Come on… don’t fall over… Got it! Aaaand… snap! That’s another winner! Oh man, oh man! The payoff’s gonna be huge! Huuuuge!After rinsing off the soot and other Debris from Junko after that little incident, he took a cab home and opted to conduct an “On-Location” photoshoot while Jonso continued scrounging for bottom-shelf items at Party City. Sneaking past Boss is child’s play for him since he can easily crawl into his room from the window sill. It's been an hour, and still no one suspects a thing! At times like these, Pedro feels like his life is in a permanent state of Day Care.PEDRO: Would ya look at that! The fans love it! “She looks so squeaky and huggable!” “Cuuute! And also adorable!!” “AAAAAADSGYVGHBVFASYAWSF.” Wow, that last one really gave me a piece of their mind, huh?Pedro set it up so that his online album can be accessed for a monthly subscription fee. His more enthusiastic fans are encouraged to donate more cash to him directly to ward off those dreaded Targeted Ads. Later down the road, he’s going to be rolling out “Pay Per View” content. At this rate, he’ll be a millionaire by Christmas!*RIIING!*PEDRO: Huh? It’s for me? Hello? … Who am I speaking with? … Chief?! How did you get this number?! I’m calling the- … Your test guys are acting up? Aren’t they always? … Fat chance, pal! A deal’s a deal! If you wanted Junko that badly, you should’ve… Well, in that case, why not go get your own at NozzleNose’s or something… You’re banned from NozzleNose’s? What for? Heeheehee…*BANG BANG*BOSS: Pedro, who’re you talkin’ to in there?! PEDRO: Crap! Bad time to call, chief! Get blocked! *click* Mind your own business, Boss!BOSS: We need you to work that blasted Inverse Chamber again! We might have a real human victim this time for once in our lives!Pedro can’t seem to pop open the valve on Junko this time. He risks messing up his tiny fingernails if he exerts himself too much!PEDRO: Eh… Just give me a few minutes! I’ll be right out!BOSS: There’s no way it’s that important! Get outta there right this instant, you chickentwit!Now Pedro’s really nervous! In an ill-prepared bid to preserve his good standing, he takes a pocket knife and tries to dig it right into Junko’s back. Still no dice! His last resort: jumping on it profusely like a grumpy leprechaun lookin’ for the pot o’ Gold*SQRK SQRK!!*BOSS: Oh, for crying out loud! I can hear that, you know! Your cover’s blown!PEDRO: Listen, Boss! You can’t handle what you can’t understand! Give me seven more hours in here and we’ll be hitting seven figures in-"URUURURGGHHH…"BOSS: Whoa!! Pedro, was that you? Y’know what? I change my mind. Stay in there.PEDRO: I don’t know what you’re talking about!Jonso rolls up to the scene in a cold sweat.JONSO: Boss, Boss! It’s terrible! There’s, like, fifty test guys out at the front door! They're gonna kill us all!!BOSS: Dang, their hearing’s that good, huh? They can detect fresh sqrks for miles! Well, Pedro? Seems as good a time as ever to cut your losses, don’t ya think??PEDRO: Ugh, fine! Tell Jonso to go distract ‘em with the spare character goop we nabbed earlier. Should be fun.~~~A few minutes later, the inflatable cat maid and Junko were both piled on top of each other in the blast zone for the Inverse Chamber. BOSS: All this Riffle Raffle about inflatable this and that is making me sick! Pedro, lay it on ‘em at 40 seethes. See how they like it.The Inverse Chamber’s cannon revved up as usual, bearing down once again on its two hapless victims…*KA-BOING!!* Both Boss and Pedro got slammed straight into the ceiling like two packing peanuts.BOSS: That sounded good. Let’s see… Check the monitor… YES!! A perfect blast! Sweet deal, Pedro! They’re both back! … Haha! And one of them’s freaking crying his eyes out! Let ‘em out. He’s gonna mess up the chamber door with all that pounding.The door opens, and the character liker throws himself onto the floor.CL: Noooo! Noo! You brutes! Why did you change me back?!! Auuugh!BOSS: Something the matter, pal? CL grabbed him.CL: You think I’m an idiot, don’t you? You think there’s something wrong with me because I want some peace and calm of the moment. I know how you operate. I know your modus operandi. You’re all nothing but miserable Mosquitos to me. All I’d need to do to delete you instantly and permanently is sneeze in your general direction. So you better listen well, unless you actually like getting detonated frame-perfectly with C4, along with everyone else you’ve ever made eye contact with. Change. Me. Back.PEDRO: Erm… Well, I think we got some character goop out front, in case that’s what you’re looking for… Go ask Jonso for more details. You should know him when you see him.CL: Ooh! I love character goop! I’ll be right there! Thanks a ton!!Nyoom! He’s outta there!BOSS: Whew, that was close! I wonder who this other character is…???: Ooh… Ay caramba… What a scoop, amirite?PEDRO: No… no!! No way! Boss, th-that’s Julia Squeezer! Private eye! From the news! Oh, gosh! Julia, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!! Don’t kill me, please!!JS: Huh? … Oh, you’re that guy who was taking pics of me and earning, uh, like twenty dollars’ worth of monthly subscription fees. Don’t sweat it, kid. I’ve been through worse!PEDRO: Right… right. Well, in that case, uh… I guess you got yourself a scoop, right? Like you said…JS: Oh yeah. You betcha. NozzleNose is toast. Pretty much every time anyone’s tried to get “Behind the Scenes” with him or otherwise mess up big time on the black market, that’s when he does his “Overtime Special.” Figured that out the hard way, as you could tell.BOSS: So what you’re saying is that he’s completely Caput. It’s curtains for him. This is an open and shut case. JS: Precisely. Anyway, I don’t know about you, but I’d kill to see that character liker get his Just Desserts. Let’s go check in on him, shall we?~~~Jonso’s living the good life spraying down wave after wave of test guys with character goop out of a super soaker. Here’s the kicker: When everything’s said and done, he can sell all of the fresh-made inflatable characters to other test guys for thousands in profits! Pedro’s trying to convince him that this should be a new yearly tradition for the household. Buy a bucket of goop, lure in a bunch of test guys, and go to town for the next three or so hours. Quite the intriguing prospect, there…JS: So, uh, what’s your name?CL: Beats me.JS: I see. Listen, when you think about inflation, just generally, as a concept, is that a good thing, or a bad thing? Inflation.CL: Huh? What kind of question is that? … Good, I guess? No, no. Bad. Augh…JS: Well, you’re the inflatables guy here, right? Wouldn’t it be a good thing?CL: Yeah, but what about the Economy? Oh, the poor, poor EconomyJS: Auuuuugh! The Economy!!!~~~JS: And you, there. What kind of fun do you think you’ll find here, at this, uh, character goop party?TEST GUY 1: … Lots of fun?JS: Lots of fun. I dig it. And you, over there, half-turned into a…TEST GUY 2: mm… Sayaka from Danmgamnronmnpa… mmmnnn…JS: Yeah. What kind of fun do you-TEST GUY 2: Squishy… squishy fun… mmmnnnnmmm…He squishes his gooped leg with his big hand until his thumb and forefinger meet through the air-filled, empty folds of flesh.TEST GUY 2: … squimshy… *cough cough cough*JS: Sounds good man~~~JS: Listen guys. When we’re talking inflatables, you need, and I’m gonna have everyone do this like a magic Chant, you need, something that’s been inflated. Ready? You guys ready?CHIEF: Magic Chant? BOSS: Don't tell me! JS: Abra cadabra, 1 2 3!BOSS: Oh, God!!!TEST GUYS: abra cadabra 1 2 3JS: Now it’s time to see what we seeTEST GUYS: now its time to see what we seeCHIEF: Please, boys! I beg you. This is a spoof.NN: Hey, hey! NozzleNose! How we doin!JS: Great to see you, man. Does this mean that everyone here becomes an inflatable today? NN: Eh… Judging by the… the Watersports that’s transpiring, I’d assume so… JS: Well? You guys wanna-TEST GUYS: YEEAAAASSS!!JS: Well, you heard ‘em loud and clear! Jonso! Take it to the fridge!JONSO: Uhuhuhuhuh… Yeah baby! Happy Halloween suckers!!~~~If the neighborhood pitbull didn’t chew up the morning paper, the headline would’ve read like this:“A God Among Test Guys”: Retired Test Guy Chief on How “Pedro” Became an Inflatabillionaire via Masterfully Executed Three-Panel Sequence Deal Gone Wrong! (Rubber Inflatable TF B)The brisk autumn wind rustled the collar of my trench coat as I stepped into the dimly lit inflatable store, the sign swinging slightly above my head. I was Julia Morgan, private investigator, dressed in a sharp black pantsuit with a crimson blouse, ready to solve the mystery that had brought me here. The store was filled with rows of colorful, life-sized rubber figures, a sight that would usually be amusing, but today, it was the cause of my suspicion."Good evening, ma'am. How can I assist you?" The store owner, a middle-aged man with a friendly smile, greeted me."I'm investigating some suspicious activity around here. Reports of strange occurrences," I replied, eyeing the rows of inflatable characters.He nodded, his eyes darting around as if he were nervous. "I assure you, there's nothing unusual here. But I can show you the staff-only area if you'd like."I followed him into the back, my hand instinctively resting on the handle of my concealed gun. Once inside the staff-only area, he swiftly pressed a button, and the door slammed shut behind me. I turned, but before I could react, a strange device emerged from the wall, emitting a soft hiss. My body was engulfed in a cloud of fine mist, and I gasped, my muscles freezing."What's happening?!" I shouted, but he only watched with a sinister grin as my body began to transform.First, my fingers plumped up, and I felt them becoming round and rubbery, losing their human contours, as if they were slowly being inflated like balloons. The sensation was almost euphoric, like sinking into a warm, cozy embrace. I curled them instinctively, but they were starting to resist movement. My hands soon lost their human shape, leaving me with smooth, pliable appendages that felt supple to the touch. I tried to clench my fists, but the rubbery material held them in a permanent state of gentle relaxation.The sensation crept up my arms, the rubbery transformation advancing steadily. The rubbery material encased them, molding itself perfectly to the contours of my limbs. They thickened and became less defined, the skin losing its texture and suppleness. My elbows became round, almost bulbous, and my upper arms filled out into smooth, inflatable curves. The rubbery material clung to my skin like a second layer, molding itself to my arms' new shape. My muscles now felt bouncy and malleable, making it nearly impossible for me to flex them as I used to. My legs were the next to undergo the transformation. I could feel them thickening and becoming rounder as the rubbery texture took hold. My skin seemed to meld seamlessly with the newly formed rubber, making it increasingly challenging to distinguish where my skin ended and the rubber began. My thighs expanded, losing their human contours and becoming soft, bouncy rubber. I could feel the material molding to the shape of my legs, creating a seamless, glossy surface. My knees rounded out, and my calves plumped up, making every movement a challenge. I tried to take a step, but my legs felt strangely buoyant and resistant, like I was walking on air-filled cushions.Glancing down, I noticed that my chest was inflating into a smooth, glossy surface. My breasts, once soft and yielding, were now part of the rubbery expanse, their rounded forms resilient to my touch. I glanced down, my eyes widening as my waist thickened and my abdomen became a soft, plushy surface. I could no longer feel the rise and fall of my chest as I breathed; instead, I was a fixed, unyielding figure.My outfit was not spared either. My pantsuit and blouse underwent a rapid and surreal transformation, the fabric shifting and swelling until it was no longer cloth. My black pantsuit, once professional and crisp, morphed into an inflatable version of a black cardigan. The fabric seamlessly turned into rubber, the contours of my body now smoothed out by the glossy material. The crimson blouse beneath it stretched and puffed up, creating the illusion of a white dress shirt with a long tie that hung loosely around my neck. The pants I had been wearing became a pleated red mini-skirt, the fabric changing into the same glossy rubber that hugged my hips and thighs in a bouncy embrace. The final touch was my footwear; my sensible office shoes transformed into sleek black boots that covered my rubberized feet. And then there was my hair. It had once been auburn and neatly tied in a bun, but it was changing rapidly. It transformed into long, thick, inflatable twin pigtails, reminiscent of Junko's iconic bleached strawberry-blonde locks. Monokuma hair clips adorned these newfound pigtails, lending an eerie cuteness to the look. The sensation of my hair becoming inflatable was uniquely pleasurable, each strand inflating and intertwining, adding to the surreal sensation of being transformed into a rubbery figure. I could feel the rubbery strands swaying with every slight movement.My facial features were the last to go. The transformation felt oddly calming at this point, as if my body had given in to its new inflatable form. My features seemed to flatten, and I reached up to touch them, only to find that my once-dimensional face had become a smooth, painted-on surface. My eyes became mere painted orbs on my rubbery face, and my lips were reduced to a simple, painted curve. I tried to speak, but only a faint squeaking noise escaped my painted lips. With my transformation complete, I examined my new form. I ran my rubbery fingers over my smooth surface, feeling the glossy texture beneath my touch. I was now a shiny, inflatable replica of Junko Enoshima, and every inch of my body felt bouncy and oddly pleasant to the touch.As I touched my hands, they felt pliable yet firm, like they were made to be squeezed. The glossy rubber seemed to cling to my fingers, yielding to my touch but always bouncing back to its original shape. My once-human nails were now part of the smooth, rubbery expanse that was my palm, their contours transformed into shallow, painted details. When I squeezed them together, they emitted a soft, high-pitched squeakMy gaze traveled down to my arms, and I couldn't help but admire the sleek, round shape they'd taken on. I noted how they had thickened, losing their familiar shape and texture. My rubberized skin stretched over the plump, cylindrical limbs, and when I squeezed them, they felt remarkably resilient. It felt odd, but there was a certain allure to it. There was no human softness or warmth, just the smooth, cool embrace of rubber.My rubber-clad chest was a striking sight, adorned with the painted image of Junko's cardigan and white shirt, its buttons and folds carefully represented. My rubberized breasts were supple yet bouncy, with a synthetic quality that sent a strange shiver down my spine. Running my fingers over them produced a distinct sound, a mix of gentle squeaks and rubbery friction. Once soft and flesh, they had become two glossy mounds, round and plump. My fingers traced the subtle curves, and I marveled at the way the rubber responded to my touch, its surface yielding to the pressure. It felt like a gentle, persistent massage. When I pressed my hand against my rubberized abdomen, it yielded slightly to the touch, then bounced back. There was an undeniable elasticity to my new form, and it was almost mesmerizing.Lowering my hands, I explored my rubbery waist and hips. The transformation had given me a curvier silhouette, and my new form accentuated the curves in a way that was almost seductive. The rubbery surface there was just as responsive, soft and pliable under my touch, giving in to my fingers as they glided along my sides. My red pleated mini-skirt was smooth and pliable, and as my rubbery fingers grazed it, I could feel the garment's simulated texture. It clung to my new figure, molding itself perfectly to my waistline. I could no longer feel my own human waist, but I couldn't help but admire the way the pleats of the skirt accentuated my rubbery hips.My gaze moved down, and I noticed my legs. They had thickened and elongated, the rubbery material smooth and slightly translucent. The sensation of touch was more subtle here, the rubbery surface feeling like a smooth, satin-like texture. My fingers moved over my thighs and calves, and it was as if I was caressing an unusual, supple fabric. I could no longer wiggle my toes within Junko’s black boots, but the feeling of the extra-thick rubber encasing my feet was oddly satisfying. My boots were rounded into soft, bulbous ends, giving my feet a cute, slightly exaggerated look. Running my fingers over them, the rubber felt surprisingly pleasant to the touch, and I couldn't help but admire the smooth, unbroken surface.Every movement I made was met with resistance; it was as if I was encased in a tight, unyielding shell. Struggling, I tried to move, but my rubbery limbs only responded with limited mobility. My body was lighter than I could have ever imagined, and my steps felt awkward and uncoordinated. It was as though I had lost my sense of balance, my rubbery feet wobbling with each step.Each footfall produced a high-pitched squeaky noise, adding an absurd, almost comical aspect to my predicament. The sound was a constant reminder of my bizarre transformation, drawing the attention of anyone nearby. It was like I was walking on inflated cushions, and I stumbled clumsily, barely able to maintain my balance.I attempted to raise my rubberized arms, but they felt sluggish and unwieldy. The soft, squeaky friction of my rubber hands brushing against one another only emphasized my restricted range of motion. It was a frustrating experience, like trying to maneuver a clumsy marionette with strings that wouldn't cooperate. Even my fingers, which had once been dexterous and nimble, were now pudgy and barely functional.Most simple actions as a human became challenging. Something as basic as turning to face in a different direction required a deliberate effort, and even then, I could only manage a gradual, almost robotic pivot. My once-graceful gestures were now reduced to awkward flails of rubber. Even my balance had deserted me. Every time I attempted to stand still, my rubbery body swayed, threatening to topple over with the slightest gust of wind. It was a constant battle to remain upright, my rubbery feet struggling to find purchase on the ground beneath me. As I attempted to grasp a nearby shelf for support, my rubber-coated fingers fumbled clumsily. I watched in frustration as my hand bumped into the shelf and sent a few items tumbling to the floor. My inability to control my own actions was maddening.Yet, despite my initial frustration, I couldn't help but find some amusement in the absurdity of my new existence. I chuckled at the high-pitched squeaks and squeals that accompanied my every movement. It was impossible to take myself seriously in this rubbery form.In fact, my rubbery form felt oddly comforting, like being wrapped in a warm, constant hug. My worries began to fade, replaced by a strange sense of contentment. I found solace in the simplicity of my new existence, a stark contrast to the complexities of my previous life as a private eye.But as the sun rose, I felt myself growing still. The first hints of daylight pierced through the store's windows, casting long shadows across the inflatable figures. I could sense the transformation taking hold once more, only this time, it wasn't the pleasant nighttime mobility I had grown accustomed to. It was the gradual embrace of inanimate existence.My rubbery form became lighter, as if the life was being drained from me. I felt myself losing the last vestiges of my ability to move. I could feel the air within me settling as my rubber limbs, once obedient to my feeble commands, now refused to budge.Before I knew it, I found myself unable to maintain an upright position. The air within my rubbery body seemed to shift and redistribute, making me unsteady on my rubberized feet. My figure began to list, tilting to one side before ultimately giving in to gravity. I ultimately collapsed to the floor, landing with a soft squeak as my rubbery body hit the ground. I lay on the ground, flat on my back, unable to change my pose or even turn my head.In this inanimate state, I no longer had control over my existence. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, and I no longer had the capacity to resist or fear my condition. My body felt like an inert rubber doll, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever regain my limited mobility once night fell again. I had become a glossy, rubbery representation of a character from a game, relegated to a prop in the store, waiting for the cover of night to grant me a semblance of mobility once more.Throughout the day, I was nothing more than a stationary inflatable figure. The world moved around me, the store owner attending to his business while I remained a helpless observer. I drifted in and out of awareness, my senses diminished, my thoughts becoming fleeting and distant. But strangely, I didn't mind. I had come to accept my fate, finding a peculiar tranquility in being an inflatable, a lifeless figure amid a world of constant movement and change. As the sun bathed the store in its morning light, I remained an inert presence, a part of the colorful display, waiting for the cycle to repeat when nightfall granted me a temporary reprieve from my inanimate existence. What was once a terrifying ordeal had become a strangely serene experience. As an inflatable Junko, I no longer felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. Instead, I was free to float in the gentle currents of life, a glossy rubber embodiment of a character from a game, finding unexpected happiness in the simplicity of being. The store's owner might have tricked me, but in the end, I found a profound sense of contentment in my newfound, squeaky, rubbery life.

Believe it or not, I had a lot of trouble captioning this one. I took stock of all the different BalloonBabe TF scenarios I've done in captions, and I realized I used most of the easy ones already. It wouldn't do to accompany all these pics with the same TF scenario, would it?

So I decided I'd go "back to my roots" and ask the Al for a classic "All-Nonsense" scenario in which a poor girl gets nailed by a balloonbabe splash potion during an otherwise normal mall outing. I don't know how you non-Al people do this without the Al's insidious intervention. You have my respect. If you want to see how I'd write this stuff when left to my own devices, without any help from the Al, check out this story! It's not a balloonbabe TF, but just replace "hard" with "soft" or "squeaky" and "plastic" with "rubber" and you should get something close enough. www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Here on EntryLvlBread, only the finest Al-generated balloonbabe pics get a caption! If you want to see some exclusive Balloon babe pics, or if you'd like me to "teach you to fish," so to speak, send me a note!

By the way, for my fellow Al heads, Bowsette is another one of those characters that the Al has a general idea of. It knows her hairstyle and will put in the horns and armbands on its own, but it's split on whether her dress has puffy sleeves or no sleeves at all, even if you ask for a specifically sleeveless dress. It can't get her crown right at all. I couldn't ever get it to render anything past a half-body shot, and bust shots are the most common by far. Try putting her in a tennis court!

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The last place I expected to find myself today was at the bustling mall. My girlfriend had convinced me to join her for a day of shopping and socializing, but I couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water in this sea of people. Meanwhile, she couldn't contain her excitement about something she had in mind.

"Hey, babe, I've got a little surprise for you," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Before I could inquire further, she whipped out a small vial containing a translucent, glossy goop. "Watch this," she grinned, her fingers swirling the goop in the vial. Before I could react, she flicked her wrist, and the goop splattered all over my body.

"Wha-what did you just do?" I stammered, my voice shaking. I tugged at the layer of goop, but it had already worked its way into my clothes.

My girlfriend chuckled. “Don't worry; you'll love it. Just let it happen. You're becoming Bowsette!"

The goop seemed to seep into my pores, altering me from the inside out. It wasn't painful; rather, it was oddly pleasurable, like being covered in a slimy, jelly-like substance. My hands lost their human texture, becoming impossibly smooth and glossy. I could feel my arms growing lighter and increasingly rubbery. "You're so squishy!" my girlfriend giggled as she reached out and gently squeezed my arm, hearing a faint squeak in response.

My jeans transformed into the sleek black strapless floor-length princess dress, and it was as if the goop had painted it onto my rubbery skin. My sweater became part of the dress, adding to the inflated curves that now defined my figure. A small green spiky shell materialized on my back, and a rubbery crown sat on my head. Two inflatable horns protruded from my hair, and I sensed the addition of a black spiked choker and matching armbands. I couldn't help but wobble slightly when my sneakers morphed into black high heels, adjusting to the unfamiliar footwear.

I turned to my girlfriend with a mixture of awe and trepidation. "I... I don't know about this. I can't move properly, and I feel so... strange," I said, struggling to articulate my thoughts as the goop climbed up my neck.

"It's all part of the transformation, my love. You're becoming a fabulous Bowsette, and you look stunning!" she replied.

The goop eventually covered my face, and I felt my features freezing into a cute smile. My mouth became sealed shut, and my eyes transformed into large, painted-on orbs. I tried to speak but only managed a muffled squeak. My brown hair began to change as well, transforming into a bright blonde ponytail. My rubberized hair felt springy, like a well-inflated pool toy, and I swished it back and forth, amazed by how it seemed to defy gravity.

As the goop finished its work, I could feel my waist cinching in, my hips curving out, and my butt plumping up, becoming a delightful, squeezable cushion. My legs grew round and soft like inflated balloons, and my feet, encased in rubbery high heels, felt strangely buoyant and cushioned. Though my rubbery face hid my emotions, I blushed as my girlfriend playfully poked my bouncy chest, earning another endearing squeak from me. "Look at you, all cheerful and outgoing now! You can't stop smiling!" she exclaimed, admiring how my once-ordinary body was now a shiny, squeaky, rubber replication of Bowsette.

As a shiny, lightweight inflatable, every awkward movement I made was accompanied by a squeaky noise, making me feel slightly ridiculous. My girlfriend pulled me along like a life-sized doll, making me bounce and squeak as I wobbled in her grip. Shoppers stared, amused by my bubbly appearance. Some assumed I was a costumed performer, while others thought I was merely a party decoration.

"You're like a wobbly balloon!" she teased, her laughter ringing out. "I bet you'd float away if I let go of you." She tugged at my hand, testing my balance, and I squeaked in protest, struggling to maintain my equilibrium. She kept finding new ways to highlight my unique predicament, like pretending to push me over and watching me bounce back up, or rubbing my body to produce a series of high-pitched squeaks. It was hard to maintain my dignity when I felt so bouncy and lighthearted.

Later, she paused and glanced around. "Hey, how about we take some photos? You look so cute, and I want to remember this moment!" I nodded as best I could with my fixed, inflated expression, and we posed for photos. Passersby couldn't help but snap pictures as well, their amusement evident as they watched the confident yet clumsy inflatable Bowsette trying to strike a pose.

After the photoshoot, she lightly patted my rubbery back. "I bet you're secretly enjoying this, aren't you?" she teased, her tone a mix of affection and amusement. "Admit it, you love being this squeaky, bouncy Bowsette. It's written all over your face. Well, your painted-on face, that is."

Before I could respond, she leaned in, kissing my rubbery cheek with a playful "Mwah!" and then another on my painted-on mouth. I couldn't respond verbally, so I leaned in for another kiss, her lips meeting my perfectly smooth face with a strangely delicious softness. Deep down, I couldn't deny that I was secretly reveling in the attention. The transformation felt strangely liberating and pleasant, allowing me to embrace a side of myself I had never known before. My heart felt light with happiness, and I couldn't help but smile to myself, even if it was a permanent fixture on my rubbery face.