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Augh!! Hard times are ahead for meee!! Please click on my liiinks!! It's only the EntryLvlBread Encounter, but it's good I sweeeear!! Dx< Oooouuuugh

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Wondering about that opening line? I foreshadowed that line with my most recent "today's mood" post! You see, sometimes I get into a specific mood. Surely you can relate to this. When I get into a particularly strong mood, I'll write a post about it and say it's today's mood. You would do well to stay up to date on my latest and greatest moods. It's just for fun really

Anyways, you guessed it! Mercy is another one of those characters that the culturally-bankrupt Al knows by heart. Lucky for me too, since I had no idea how I'd even begin to describe her outfit. Just make sure you specify her wings are yellow, since it can get a little iffy about that otherwise. If you want in on the specific prompt I used, or better yet, on my overall Game Plan for having the Al generate all these super nice inflatables for you, send me a note!

Pro tip: I said this earlier, but it bears repeating. I hope you all appreciate what I've done here. I'm a slow TF guy first and foremost!

--- I'M GOING HOG WILD ---

"Congratulations Mercy! You've been selected for my new program where you become an inflatable for the rest of the convention!"

The words hung in the air, and I stared at the speaker in disbelief. Wh-what do you mean, inflatable? Is this some kind of joke? But then, I felt something on my hand. I glanced down, and there it was – a clear, gel-like substance spreading over my fingers. It was oddly soothing, like dipping your hand into a tub of cool, smooth lotion. What is this? I tried to shake it off, but the goop clung to me, slowly creeping up my arm. I can't be turned into an inflatable! I have panels to attend, photos to take, and... and I can't move my fingers anymore. My fingers are slowly becoming rounded, losing their dexterity. It's… fine.

My inflatable hand offered a strange mix of sensations – the coolness of the gel, the smooth resistance of the rubbery coating, the numbness and utter refusal to move. I can't separate them, and it feels... kind of good? I watched, mesmerized, as the transformation spread, enveloping my arm inch by inch. I focused on the sensation, the subtle changes in texture and elasticity as my arm became little more than a prop attached to the rest of my body. I struggled to lift it despite its greatly reduced weight. It was smooth and shiny, catching the light in a way that made it gleam.

The goop reached my shoulder, and I felt a subtle pressure as my body continued to fill with air. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I realized my arm was now fully encased in this glossy, transparent material. I couldn't help but marvel at the sight. It looked... right.

The gel is getting on my torso now, and I shivered involuntarily. I could feel the distinct delineation between the unaffected fabric of my suit and the newly rubberized surface. It was as if I was wearing an impossibly tight second skin.

The hard armor of my Valkyrie Suit became soft and squishy under the rubber. It clung to my skin like a vacuum-sealed bag, accentuating every curve and contour. Each breath seemed to amplify the sensation of being inflated. I couldn't feel the rise and fall of my chest, but the air inside me provided a constant, reassuring pressure. I realized I couldn't take deep breaths anymore. I noticed my wings had become inflated and rigid, now resembling a pair of pool floaties. I should be freaking out, protesting, but a strange euphoria settled over me as I ran my good hand down my rubberized chest and felt the squeaky texture under my fingertips. It's like touching a living, breathing balloon. And the sensation is addictive.

The goop reached my hips, and I felt like my waist was being cinched in by my own skin. I marveled at the way the rubber clung to me, defining the contours of my hips and thighs. My legs were now two glossy, rubbery cylinders, locked in a confident stance. I ran my hand down them, marveling at the slippery, squeaky sensation. I can't move them independently; they're like one continuous inflatable limb. I don't feel the weight of my body anymore, even though my feet are firmly on the ground. I can’t do much other than stand in place, my body firmly held upright by my air-filled legs. I tilted my head to examine myself further, but my neck is next. I can't turn it. I can only look straight ahead.

The goop crept past my neck, and I tilted my head back, surrendering to the transformation. It seeps into my blonde hair, turning it into a stiff inflatable mass like the rest of me. It reached my face, and for a moment, everything went dark. Panic surged, but then light returned, and I realized my face... my face was frozen in a perpetual, painted-on smile. I touched my rubberized face, and it felt like a smooth, featureless mask. I try to frown, to blink, to do anything but smile and stare forward, but there’s nothing to be done.

And now it's moving to my other arm. There's a peculiar lightness as the rubber engulfs the last remaining human part of my body. I wiggle my fingers, or at least I try to, but they're sealed in this rubbery substance. It’s really satisfying to hear myself squeak when I try to move.

My entire being is encased in this rubbery substance. I should be struggling, resisting, but I don’t want to. I can't move; I'm a single, cohesive inflatable entity. Yet, oddly, I relish it. The more I embrace it, the more I realize how perfect it is. I want to be on display, a shiny, squeaky attraction at this convention.

And then, as if on cue, someone mistakes me for a prop. They lift me effortlessly, and I'm placed on display at a convention booth, surrounded by actual inflatables. Attendees walk by, taking photos with me and treating me like just another inflatable decoration. I couldn't correct them. I couldn't communicate. I was just a shiny inflatable Mercy. A glossy, rubbery Mercy, existing only for the delight of those who see me.

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Augh!! Hard times are ahead for meee!! Please click on my liiinks!! It's only the EntryLvlBread Encounter, but it's good I sweeeear!! Dx< Oooouuuugh

www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…
www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

Wondering about that opening line? I foreshadowed that line with my most recent "today's mood" post! You see, sometimes I get into a specific mood. Surely you can relate to this. When I get into a particularly strong mood, I'll write a post about it and say it's today's mood. You would do well to stay up to date on my latest and greatest moods. It's just for fun really

Anyways, you guessed it! Mercy is another one of those characters that the culturally-bankrupt Al knows by heart. Lucky for me too, since I had no idea how I'd even begin to describe her outfit. Just make sure you specify her wings are yellow, since it can get a little iffy about that otherwise. If you want in on the specific prompt I used, or better yet, on my overall Game Plan for having the Al generate all these super nice inflatables for you, send me a note!

Pro tip: I said this earlier, but it bears repeating. I hope you all appreciate what I've done here. I'm a slow TF guy first and foremost!

--- I'M GOING HOG WILD ---

"Congratulations Mercy! You've been selected for my new program where you become an inflatable for the rest of the convention!"

The words hung in the air, and I stared at the speaker in disbelief. Wh-what do you mean, inflatable? Is this some kind of joke? But then, I felt something on my hand. I glanced down, and there it was – a clear, gel-like substance spreading over my fingers. It was oddly soothing, like dipping your hand into a tub of cool, smooth lotion. What is this? I tried to shake it off, but the goop clung to me, slowly creeping up my arm. I can't be turned into an inflatable! I have panels to attend, photos to take, and... and I can't move my fingers anymore. My fingers are slowly becoming rounded, losing their dexterity. It's… fine.

My inflatable hand offered a strange mix of sensations – the coolness of the gel, the smooth resistance of the rubbery coating, the numbness and utter refusal to move. I can't separate them, and it feels... kind of good? I watched, mesmerized, as the transformation spread, enveloping my arm inch by inch. I focused on the sensation, the subtle changes in texture and elasticity as my arm became little more than a prop attached to the rest of my body. I struggled to lift it despite its greatly reduced weight. It was smooth and shiny, catching the light in a way that made it gleam.

The goop reached my shoulder, and I felt a subtle pressure as my body continued to fill with air. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I realized my arm was now fully encased in this glossy, transparent material. I couldn't help but marvel at the sight. It looked... right.

The gel is getting on my torso now, and I shivered involuntarily. I could feel the distinct delineation between the unaffected fabric of my suit and the newly rubberized surface. It was as if I was wearing an impossibly tight second skin.

The hard armor of my Valkyrie Suit became soft and squishy under the rubber. It clung to my skin like a vacuum-sealed bag, accentuating every curve and contour. Each breath seemed to amplify the sensation of being inflated. I couldn't feel the rise and fall of my chest, but the air inside me provided a constant, reassuring pressure. I realized I couldn't take deep breaths anymore. I noticed my wings had become inflated and rigid, now resembling a pair of pool floaties. I should be freaking out, protesting, but a strange euphoria settled over me as I ran my good hand down my rubberized chest and felt the squeaky texture under my fingertips. It's like touching a living, breathing balloon. And the sensation is addictive.

The goop reached my hips, and I felt like my waist was being cinched in by my own skin. I marveled at the way the rubber clung to me, defining the contours of my hips and thighs. My legs were now two glossy, rubbery cylinders, locked in a confident stance. I ran my hand down them, marveling at the slippery, squeaky sensation. I can't move them independently; they're like one continuous inflatable limb. I don't feel the weight of my body anymore, even though my feet are firmly on the ground. I can’t do much other than stand in place, my body firmly held upright by my air-filled legs. I tilted my head to examine myself further, but my neck is next. I can't turn it. I can only look straight ahead.

The goop crept past my neck, and I tilted my head back, surrendering to the transformation. It seeps into my blonde hair, turning it into a stiff inflatable mass like the rest of me. It reached my face, and for a moment, everything went dark. Panic surged, but then light returned, and I realized my face... my face was frozen in a perpetual, painted-on smile. I touched my rubberized face, and it felt like a smooth, featureless mask. I try to frown, to blink, to do anything but smile and stare forward, but there’s nothing to be done.

And now it's moving to my other arm. There's a peculiar lightness as the rubber engulfs the last remaining human part of my body. I wiggle my fingers, or at least I try to, but they're sealed in this rubbery substance. It’s really satisfying to hear myself squeak when I try to move.

My entire being is encased in this rubbery substance. I should be struggling, resisting, but I don’t want to. I can't move; I'm a single, cohesive inflatable entity. Yet, oddly, I relish it. The more I embrace it, the more I realize how perfect it is. I want to be on display, a shiny, squeaky attraction at this convention.

And then, as if on cue, someone mistakes me for a prop. They lift me effortlessly, and I'm placed on display at a convention booth, surrounded by actual inflatables. Attendees walk by, taking photos with me and treating me like just another inflatable decoration. I couldn't correct them. I couldn't communicate. I was just a shiny inflatable Mercy. A glossy, rubbery Mercy, existing only for the delight of those who see me.