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While I was looking up Final Fantasy VII info for the caption story, I found that they're apparently releasing Final Fantasy VII Rebirth today! Amazing! The second main series installment in the world-renowned Final Fantasy VII series! You know, this has nothing to do with EntryLvlBread, but I'd like to tell you that I'm a huge sucker for sequels, on a conceptual level. Like, you have a thing that's really good, and now you're doing it again, but this time you're expanding on the concepts of the original to create an experience that not only throws a bone to long-time fans of the original but draws in new fans who might've skipped out on the original. It's so good. It's the human experience. It's perfection. The fact that they've taken Final Fantasy VII, the seventh game in the series, and split it into a three-part series, is just the best thing ever. The fact that that's even on the table as something to spend their production and marketing budgets on. And it's not even being marketed like "Final Fantasy VII: Part 2." It's being advertised as a separate game. Imagine going to GameStop for your kids and trying to figure out if "Remake" or "Rebirth" is the new one they're talking about. I gotta relax...

Oh yeah. Guess I should talk about the actual picture. I couldn't figure out how to do Tifa's hairstyle precisely, and the Al comes up with a new design for her gloves every time. I also suspect it's combining her "classic" look with her "remake" look. I decided to put her on the bed for this one because it looks like her hair is down while she's sprawled on the bed. I should've had her spread out all the way in a "starfish" position so that it would be more relatable. But like I said earlier, you're one lucky duck if you can get a balloonbabe on a bed. At some point, you have to cut your losses.

--- THIS IS MY LIFE NOW BUDDY ---

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, controller in hand, eyes locked on the screen as Cloud takes on another wave of Shinra soldiers. It's the usual routine in the Final Fantasy VII Remake, and damn, it's satisfying.

Suddenly, a notification pops up. "New Feature Unlocked: Immersive Experience." All of a sudden, my monitor starts spewing out this strange rubbery goop. What the hell? I jump back, trying to avoid it, but it's everywhere – on my desk, on my hands, and even on my legs.

"Okay, this is not part of the game," I mumble, trying to wipe the goop off my hands. I can't get it off. I run my fingers through it, half-expecting to see the goop stick to my skin like glue, but it doesn't. It's like it has a mind of its own, spreading and covering everything in its path. Suddenly, my hands feel different. I flex my fingers, and there's this weird squeaky sound. I look down, and my hands are no longer hands. They're rubbery, inflated, like those cheap beach balls, and they’re sporting a rubberized pair of Tifa’s gloves. "No way," I mutter, squeezing my squishy hands together.

The goop continues to snake its way up my arms, coating them in a slick, rubbery substance. My skin is being replaced by glossy rubber, and it's getting tight. I have to admit, it’s cooling and strangely soothing. "Okay, this is bizarre. Am I turning into a character or something?"

I try to get up, but my legs feel oddly resistant. Looking down, I see the goop is now creeping up my thighs, compressing them like a living pair of rubber socks. "Oh, come on, not my favorite jeans!" I groan, attempting to shake it off. But it clings, wraps around, and then, it's like my lower half is encased in this weird rubber film. My thighs feel... different. There's a spongy softness to them, and when I touch, it's not skin anymore. It's this rubbery material, and it's making this strange squeaky sound. "Oh, come on! What kind of messed-up update is this?"

The goop reaches my torso, and my whole upper body starts to transform. It's like I'm inside a balloon, slowly inflating. I feel my chest puffing up, and the sensation is, for some reason, enjoyable. "Okay, if I'm turning into Tifa, I better get those combat skills too."

The goop reaches my head, and suddenly my hair feels different. It's long and black, just like Tifa's. I run my hands through it, and it feels smooth and elastic to the touch. The strands are clumped together like they're made of latex. "Guess I'm Tifa now. Hope I get her abs too."

I can feel it seeping into every crevice, every pore, transforming me from the inside out. The goop keeps spreading, and my clothes tighten, feeling weirdly elastic as the goop reforms them. I look down, and my shirt is now a glossy rubbery version of Tifa's tank top, hugging my chest tightly. The goop squeezes around my legs, turning my jeans into black thigh-high socks and red boots. My freshly formed black skirt adheres to my hips, the rubbery material making every movement slightly slippery. My black thigh-high socks now cling to my legs, and red boots hug my feet snugly.

I look at my reflection in the screen, and the transformation is complete. I'm Tifa, or at least an inflatable, rubbery version of her. I look down at myself, or what used to be myself, and let out a gasp. I'm... glossy, and rubbery, and... inflatable? What the actual hell?

The room is silent, except for the subtle squeaks as I move. "Well, this is my life now, I guess." I giggle, a high-pitched sound that I never thought would come from me.

I look down at my hands – they're no longer flesh and bone. Instead, they're these pliable, rubbery appendages. I give my thigh a little pat, and it bounces back. "Okay, this is... kinda fun?"

My hands explore every inch of my rubbery form, from the glossy surface of my black hair to the smooth, inflated curves of my thighs. My rubbery hands glide over my chest, and it's like touching a soft, inflated pillow. Squeaky, but in a good way. My fingers run down the rubber crop top, the material clings to me, accentuating every curve. It's snug, but not tight – just perfect.

I press my palms against the rubber of my stomach, feeling it yield and bounce back. It's like running my hands over a freshly blown-up balloon, but it's me – my own body. My fingers trace the outline of the thigh-high socks, the rubber clinging to my legs like a second skin. It's oddly sensual, the way it molds to me. I squeeze my rubbery calves, and it's like giving myself a comforting squeeze. My rubbery thighs rub against each other with a delightful sound. I run my hands over my arms, feeling the smooth, squeaky texture of the rubber. It's like I'm some kind of Tifa pool toy. The more I touch, the more I want to touch. With each stroke, I feel myself slipping deeper into bliss, my mind awash with a euphoria that's impossible to resist.

"Who would've thought being a rubbery Tifa would be so pleasant?" I mutter to myself, sinking further into the inflatable comfort of my transformed body. As I take a few experimental bounces on the bed, I can't deny that there's something truly enjoyable about this whole situation. I mean, sure, I look like some kind of bizarre cosplay gone wrong, but there's a certain comfort in the way my rubbery body conforms to the mattress beneath me.

I ease myself onto my bed, my rubbery body making a soft, squeaky noise against the sheets. Maybe this isn't so bad after all. Maybe being a glossy, inflatable version of Tifa isn't the worst thing in the world. Maybe... just maybe, it's exactly what I needed.

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A bonus is waiting for you in the description of the Chun-Li caption! www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

While I was looking up Final Fantasy VII info for the caption story, I found that they're apparently releasing Final Fantasy VII Rebirth today! Amazing! The second main series installment in the world-renowned Final Fantasy VII series! You know, this has nothing to do with EntryLvlBread, but I'd like to tell you that I'm a huge sucker for sequels, on a conceptual level. Like, you have a thing that's really good, and now you're doing it again, but this time you're expanding on the concepts of the original to create an experience that not only throws a bone to long-time fans of the original but draws in new fans who might've skipped out on the original. It's so good. It's the human experience. It's perfection. The fact that they've taken Final Fantasy VII, the seventh game in the series, and split it into a three-part series, is just the best thing ever. The fact that that's even on the table as something to spend their production and marketing budgets on. And it's not even being marketed like "Final Fantasy VII: Part 2." It's being advertised as a separate game. Imagine going to GameStop for your kids and trying to figure out if "Remake" or "Rebirth" is the new one they're talking about. I gotta relax...

Oh yeah. Guess I should talk about the actual picture. I couldn't figure out how to do Tifa's hairstyle precisely, and the Al comes up with a new design for her gloves every time. I also suspect it's combining her "classic" look with her "remake" look. I decided to put her on the bed for this one because it looks like her hair is down while she's sprawled on the bed. I should've had her spread out all the way in a "starfish" position so that it would be more relatable. But like I said earlier, you're one lucky duck if you can get a balloonbabe on a bed. At some point, you have to cut your losses.

--- THIS IS MY LIFE NOW BUDDY ---

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, controller in hand, eyes locked on the screen as Cloud takes on another wave of Shinra soldiers. It's the usual routine in the Final Fantasy VII Remake, and damn, it's satisfying.

Suddenly, a notification pops up. "New Feature Unlocked: Immersive Experience." All of a sudden, my monitor starts spewing out this strange rubbery goop. What the hell? I jump back, trying to avoid it, but it's everywhere – on my desk, on my hands, and even on my legs.

"Okay, this is not part of the game," I mumble, trying to wipe the goop off my hands. I can't get it off. I run my fingers through it, half-expecting to see the goop stick to my skin like glue, but it doesn't. It's like it has a mind of its own, spreading and covering everything in its path. Suddenly, my hands feel different. I flex my fingers, and there's this weird squeaky sound. I look down, and my hands are no longer hands. They're rubbery, inflated, like those cheap beach balls, and they’re sporting a rubberized pair of Tifa’s gloves. "No way," I mutter, squeezing my squishy hands together.

The goop continues to snake its way up my arms, coating them in a slick, rubbery substance. My skin is being replaced by glossy rubber, and it's getting tight. I have to admit, it’s cooling and strangely soothing. "Okay, this is bizarre. Am I turning into a character or something?"

I try to get up, but my legs feel oddly resistant. Looking down, I see the goop is now creeping up my thighs, compressing them like a living pair of rubber socks. "Oh, come on, not my favorite jeans!" I groan, attempting to shake it off. But it clings, wraps around, and then, it's like my lower half is encased in this weird rubber film. My thighs feel... different. There's a spongy softness to them, and when I touch, it's not skin anymore. It's this rubbery material, and it's making this strange squeaky sound. "Oh, come on! What kind of messed-up update is this?"

The goop reaches my torso, and my whole upper body starts to transform. It's like I'm inside a balloon, slowly inflating. I feel my chest puffing up, and the sensation is, for some reason, enjoyable. "Okay, if I'm turning into Tifa, I better get those combat skills too."

The goop reaches my head, and suddenly my hair feels different. It's long and black, just like Tifa's. I run my hands through it, and it feels smooth and elastic to the touch. The strands are clumped together like they're made of latex. "Guess I'm Tifa now. Hope I get her abs too."

I can feel it seeping into every crevice, every pore, transforming me from the inside out. The goop keeps spreading, and my clothes tighten, feeling weirdly elastic as the goop reforms them. I look down, and my shirt is now a glossy rubbery version of Tifa's tank top, hugging my chest tightly. The goop squeezes around my legs, turning my jeans into black thigh-high socks and red boots. My freshly formed black skirt adheres to my hips, the rubbery material making every movement slightly slippery. My black thigh-high socks now cling to my legs, and red boots hug my feet snugly.

I look at my reflection in the screen, and the transformation is complete. I'm Tifa, or at least an inflatable, rubbery version of her. I look down at myself, or what used to be myself, and let out a gasp. I'm... glossy, and rubbery, and... inflatable? What the actual hell?

The room is silent, except for the subtle squeaks as I move. "Well, this is my life now, I guess." I giggle, a high-pitched sound that I never thought would come from me.

I look down at my hands – they're no longer flesh and bone. Instead, they're these pliable, rubbery appendages. I give my thigh a little pat, and it bounces back. "Okay, this is... kinda fun?"

My hands explore every inch of my rubbery form, from the glossy surface of my black hair to the smooth, inflated curves of my thighs. My rubbery hands glide over my chest, and it's like touching a soft, inflated pillow. Squeaky, but in a good way. My fingers run down the rubber crop top, the material clings to me, accentuating every curve. It's snug, but not tight – just perfect.

I press my palms against the rubber of my stomach, feeling it yield and bounce back. It's like running my hands over a freshly blown-up balloon, but it's me – my own body. My fingers trace the outline of the thigh-high socks, the rubber clinging to my legs like a second skin. It's oddly sensual, the way it molds to me. I squeeze my rubbery calves, and it's like giving myself a comforting squeeze. My rubbery thighs rub against each other with a delightful sound. I run my hands over my arms, feeling the smooth, squeaky texture of the rubber. It's like I'm some kind of Tifa pool toy. The more I touch, the more I want to touch. With each stroke, I feel myself slipping deeper into bliss, my mind awash with a euphoria that's impossible to resist.

"Who would've thought being a rubbery Tifa would be so pleasant?" I mutter to myself, sinking further into the inflatable comfort of my transformed body. As I take a few experimental bounces on the bed, I can't deny that there's something truly enjoyable about this whole situation. I mean, sure, I look like some kind of bizarre cosplay gone wrong, but there's a certain comfort in the way my rubbery body conforms to the mattress beneath me.

I ease myself onto my bed, my rubbery body making a soft, squeaky noise against the sheets. Maybe this isn't so bad after all. Maybe being a glossy, inflatable version of Tifa isn't the worst thing in the world. Maybe... just maybe, it's exactly what I needed.