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*ahem* if I may have your attention please, there is currently a "special chance" going on. Ever wondered how many posts I have queued up for submission? Now's your chance to take your best guess. The closer your guess is, the more secret prompts you will receive. And just for you, I'm extending the submission deadline by 10 hours! So your fate will be determined at 15:00 UTC tomorrow, rather than 05:00. Go!
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Pro tip: Also take a look at this if you wanna completely zone out like a sucker.
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

I figured I should go into a little more detail about what the secret prompts actually are. They're not for the images. You can just ask me if you want the prompts for the images like this one.

The secret prompts are actually the prompts for the stories that (usually) go with the images! If you win big, you'll see that you can get quite a lot of value out of even a handful of the story prompts just by rerolling them or editing them to your liking. Note that you're not guaranteed to get the prompts for any particular story. Many of these are for scenarios that have never been published! Also note that these caption stories are actually the results of combining outputs from several different prompts into something slightly more coherent. See the above link if you want to see what the raw, undoctored output looks like.

Lastly, some more quick tips for the Al heads. I found that if you preface the entire prompt with "ebay listing photo of", you will have a higher chance for full-body shots and alternate angles/close-ups of the character. It also has a good chance of making the picture look like someone's taking a photo of a balloonbabe with their phone or other crusty-quality camera to get a picture for an eBay product listing. It could also be used in other trickier prompts to increase their consistency. This particular picture did not use this technique, but it's just another thing to keep in mind.

Rem is actually pretty easy to do. You can just say she's wearing a "black and white outfit" and a white headband, and that should be enough for the Al to connect the dots from there. I tried to get it to render an inflatable room, but there was just no way for me to get a satisfactory result.

--- TAKE A CHANCE ---

The door creaked open, and I stepped into the room, clutching my cleaning supplies. The first thing I noticed was the strange sheen that coated everything – the bed, the dresser, even the walls. Glossy inflatable rubber, everywhere.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "What kind of place is this?" as I began my routine, dusting and wiping down the rubbery surfaces. The faint sound of squeaking accompanied every movement I made. It was pretty satisfying, but I brushed it off, thinking it was just a quirky part of the room.

After a few minutes, I noticed a strange sensation in my hands. They felt smooth and oddly pliable, like they were covered in a thin layer of rubber. I paused and stared at them, turning them over. I chuckled softly as I thought, "Must be some fancy cleaning lotion they've got here."

As I continued cleaning, the sensation spread. My arms became supple, and I could hear the faint sound of squeaking with each bend. I chuckled again, finding it amusing. It wasn't until I caught a glimpse of myself in a rubbery mirror that I realized something was off.

"What the..." I gasped, staring at my reflection. My eyes widened as I saw my hair take on a glossy, sky-blue hue. I touched it, and it felt like I was running my fingers through inflated rubber strands. My hair was turning into glossy inflatable material just like everything else in the room. I glanced down at my outfit – the black and white maid uniform now looked like it was made of rubbery inflatable material, the bodice and tights clinging to my new rubbery curves. I pinched the skirt and watched it bounce back into shape. With each passing minute, my body felt lighter, airier. The passive squeaking intensified as my limbs and torso underwent the glossy inflatable makeover.

"Maybe I should take a break and check myself out," I mused. I wobbled closer towards the mirror, my rubbery shoes making soft squeaks against the rubber floor. As I examined myself, I noticed my eyes had turned a light shade of blue, matching the description of Rem from Re:Zero. My hair covered my right eye, just like hers. I blinked, my eyelids now light and rubbery, and my painted-on eyes staring back at me from the reflective surface.

My fingers, now rubbery and pliable, explored my transformed body. Each touch sent waves of strange pleasure through me. I marveled at how hollow and filled with air I felt, like a life-sized inflatable doll. I glanced at my hands – once human, now transformed into glossy inflatable rubber gloves. I squeezed them together, feeling the air inside squish and squeak. I couldn't help but marvel at how light and rubbery I had become.

As I stood there, taking in my transformed reflection, a mischievous grin formed on my painted-on lips. "Well, this is certainly a unique turn of events," I chuckled, my voice carrying a newfound squeaky tone. I gently pressed my rubbery fingers against my cheeks, feeling the soft resistance and relishing in the delightful squeaks that echoed through the room.

The urge to explore my inflatable body intensified, and I began to run my hands over my glossy arms. The sensation was otherworldly – smooth, soft, and pliable. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure through me. "This is amazing," I mused, my eyes narrowing with delight. I couldn't resist giving my rubberized arms a playful squeeze, reveling in the delightful squeaks that followed. My gaze traveled down to my rubber-clad chest, where my maid outfit now clung to my inflatable curves. I squeezed lightly, and the air inside responded with a chorus of happy squeaks. I ran my hands over the glossy surface, feeling the air-filled material beneath.

"It's like I'm made of the same stuff as the room," I giggled, admiring the way my outfit hugged my transformed body. The gentle squeaks of my rubberized hands against the inflated fabric were a symphony of pleasure.

The rubber had reached my waist, and I couldn't help but sway my hips experimentally. The sound of squeaks filled the air as my rubberized skirt bounced and jiggled with each movement. "I never knew being inflatable could feel this good," I murmured, thoroughly enjoying the unique sensations coursing through me.

Turning my attention to my legs, I lifted one glossy foot at a time, marveling at how light and buoyant they felt. I bent my knee, enjoying the audible creak as the air within adjusted. The rubbery surface under my fingers was like a soft, pliable cushion. I giggled as I wobbled on my rubberized legs, relishing in the delightful squeaks and creaks. "I'm like a living, breathing inflatable doll," I laughed, my voice filled with a bubbly excitement.

The transformation had left no part untouched, and I couldn't resist exploring the glossy surface of my inflatable derriere. The sensation was beyond words – a mix of softness and elasticity. I playfully gave it a gentle pat, the resulting squeak making me squeal with delight. "I can't believe how good this feels," I admitted, my hands now exploring the contours of my newly transformed body with unrestrained delight. With each touch, the pleasure intensified. I found myself losing track of time, reveling in the sensation of my own rubberized skin. "I never want this to end," I whispered to myself.

I was delighted to find that the transformation stayed with me even when I left the room. I twirled in place, feeling the air swirl around inside me as I reveled in the sensation of being an inflatable maid. With each squeak and creak, I embraced my new identity, savoring the feeling of being a squeaky, glossy inflatable version of Rem from Re:Zero.

Description
*ahem* if I may have your attention please, there is currently a "special chance" going on. Ever wondered how many posts I have queued up for submission? Now's your chance to take your best guess. The closer your guess is, the more secret prompts you will receive. And just for you, I'm extending the submission deadline by 10 hours! So your fate will be determined at 15:00 UTC tomorrow, rather than 05:00. Go!
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Pro tip: Also take a look at this if you wanna completely zone out like a sucker.
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

I figured I should go into a little more detail about what the secret prompts actually are. They're not for the images. You can just ask me if you want the prompts for the images like this one.

The secret prompts are actually the prompts for the stories that (usually) go with the images! If you win big, you'll see that you can get quite a lot of value out of even a handful of the story prompts just by rerolling them or editing them to your liking. Note that you're not guaranteed to get the prompts for any particular story. Many of these are for scenarios that have never been published! Also note that these caption stories are actually the results of combining outputs from several different prompts into something slightly more coherent. See the above link if you want to see what the raw, undoctored output looks like.

Lastly, some more quick tips for the Al heads. I found that if you preface the entire prompt with "ebay listing photo of", you will have a higher chance for full-body shots and alternate angles/close-ups of the character. It also has a good chance of making the picture look like someone's taking a photo of a balloonbabe with their phone or other crusty-quality camera to get a picture for an eBay product listing. It could also be used in other trickier prompts to increase their consistency. This particular picture did not use this technique, but it's just another thing to keep in mind.

Rem is actually pretty easy to do. You can just say she's wearing a "black and white outfit" and a white headband, and that should be enough for the Al to connect the dots from there. I tried to get it to render an inflatable room, but there was just no way for me to get a satisfactory result.

--- TAKE A CHANCE ---

The door creaked open, and I stepped into the room, clutching my cleaning supplies. The first thing I noticed was the strange sheen that coated everything – the bed, the dresser, even the walls. Glossy inflatable rubber, everywhere.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "What kind of place is this?" as I began my routine, dusting and wiping down the rubbery surfaces. The faint sound of squeaking accompanied every movement I made. It was pretty satisfying, but I brushed it off, thinking it was just a quirky part of the room.

After a few minutes, I noticed a strange sensation in my hands. They felt smooth and oddly pliable, like they were covered in a thin layer of rubber. I paused and stared at them, turning them over. I chuckled softly as I thought, "Must be some fancy cleaning lotion they've got here."

As I continued cleaning, the sensation spread. My arms became supple, and I could hear the faint sound of squeaking with each bend. I chuckled again, finding it amusing. It wasn't until I caught a glimpse of myself in a rubbery mirror that I realized something was off.

"What the..." I gasped, staring at my reflection. My eyes widened as I saw my hair take on a glossy, sky-blue hue. I touched it, and it felt like I was running my fingers through inflated rubber strands. My hair was turning into glossy inflatable material just like everything else in the room. I glanced down at my outfit – the black and white maid uniform now looked like it was made of rubbery inflatable material, the bodice and tights clinging to my new rubbery curves. I pinched the skirt and watched it bounce back into shape. With each passing minute, my body felt lighter, airier. The passive squeaking intensified as my limbs and torso underwent the glossy inflatable makeover.

"Maybe I should take a break and check myself out," I mused. I wobbled closer towards the mirror, my rubbery shoes making soft squeaks against the rubber floor. As I examined myself, I noticed my eyes had turned a light shade of blue, matching the description of Rem from Re:Zero. My hair covered my right eye, just like hers. I blinked, my eyelids now light and rubbery, and my painted-on eyes staring back at me from the reflective surface.

My fingers, now rubbery and pliable, explored my transformed body. Each touch sent waves of strange pleasure through me. I marveled at how hollow and filled with air I felt, like a life-sized inflatable doll. I glanced at my hands – once human, now transformed into glossy inflatable rubber gloves. I squeezed them together, feeling the air inside squish and squeak. I couldn't help but marvel at how light and rubbery I had become.

As I stood there, taking in my transformed reflection, a mischievous grin formed on my painted-on lips. "Well, this is certainly a unique turn of events," I chuckled, my voice carrying a newfound squeaky tone. I gently pressed my rubbery fingers against my cheeks, feeling the soft resistance and relishing in the delightful squeaks that echoed through the room.

The urge to explore my inflatable body intensified, and I began to run my hands over my glossy arms. The sensation was otherworldly – smooth, soft, and pliable. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure through me. "This is amazing," I mused, my eyes narrowing with delight. I couldn't resist giving my rubberized arms a playful squeeze, reveling in the delightful squeaks that followed. My gaze traveled down to my rubber-clad chest, where my maid outfit now clung to my inflatable curves. I squeezed lightly, and the air inside responded with a chorus of happy squeaks. I ran my hands over the glossy surface, feeling the air-filled material beneath.

"It's like I'm made of the same stuff as the room," I giggled, admiring the way my outfit hugged my transformed body. The gentle squeaks of my rubberized hands against the inflated fabric were a symphony of pleasure.

The rubber had reached my waist, and I couldn't help but sway my hips experimentally. The sound of squeaks filled the air as my rubberized skirt bounced and jiggled with each movement. "I never knew being inflatable could feel this good," I murmured, thoroughly enjoying the unique sensations coursing through me.

Turning my attention to my legs, I lifted one glossy foot at a time, marveling at how light and buoyant they felt. I bent my knee, enjoying the audible creak as the air within adjusted. The rubbery surface under my fingers was like a soft, pliable cushion. I giggled as I wobbled on my rubberized legs, relishing in the delightful squeaks and creaks. "I'm like a living, breathing inflatable doll," I laughed, my voice filled with a bubbly excitement.

The transformation had left no part untouched, and I couldn't resist exploring the glossy surface of my inflatable derriere. The sensation was beyond words – a mix of softness and elasticity. I playfully gave it a gentle pat, the resulting squeak making me squeal with delight. "I can't believe how good this feels," I admitted, my hands now exploring the contours of my newly transformed body with unrestrained delight. With each touch, the pleasure intensified. I found myself losing track of time, reveling in the sensation of my own rubberized skin. "I never want this to end," I whispered to myself.

I was delighted to find that the transformation stayed with me even when I left the room. I twirled in place, feeling the air swirl around inside me as I reveled in the sensation of being an inflatable maid. With each squeak and creak, I embraced my new identity, savoring the feeling of being a squeaky, glossy inflatable version of Rem from Re:Zero.