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Let me give you some perspective. It's been almost a full whole entire week since my last post. This is no good. I gotta get myself back in the game in a Big way. Desperation pervades me. I'm bringing out the big guns for this one. After about an hour of prompting this way and that, bam. Got this one. Could still be better, but I'm hitting the hard limit on prompts per day. I'm outta options. It's outta my hands at this point. Step 2. I gotta come up with a scenario, fast. I always do the scenario after the image because no dog can reach me when I'm doing the scenario. How do I put inflatable Nero in a park setting without sounding like the secret unlockable 4th stooge? Wiki page tells me on line one that Nero from FGO is haughty. Have some haughty ojou sama-style character walk at a park, girlfriend tells her she's acting like Nero from FGO, bada bing bada boom. Bingo. It's everyday bro. I win the one million dollars. This is my life. This is EntryLvlBread for you. I really do this. Still a better scenario than TF and Run. You gotta be kidding me

Nero is a bit of an interesting case. It seems the Al knows Artoria "Saber" Pendragon well enough to recognize both her unarmored blue/white dress and her armored blue/silver outfit. I can get to Nero by simply having the Al do a red version of Artoria. What a cynical approach to character design that is... The main caveat here is that the Al seems intent on trying to imitate whatever style that "padoru" thing is, so getting proportions like this is especially troublesome. Prompts with Saber are much harder to run through than usual, despite the fact she's wearing a floor-length dress. Perhaps the Al gets reminded of the mysterious past of the FGO series...

And while I have you FGO fans here, I would really like to get some stuff straightened out with you all. How do you get all of this stuff straight? Is the blue character Saber? Artoria? Saber Artoria? Artoria Saber? Artoria Pendragon Saber? I'm led to believe "Saber" is the name for a class of characters. The wiki's telling me Artoria and Nero can be referred to as Red and Blue Saber respectively. Apparently there's a thing where half of the characters have the same face/hair as this "Saber" character so they're referred to as "Saber faces." You poor, poor suckers for having to deal with this on the regular.

And I guess I can give you all one more announcement. After EntryLvlBread Encounter 6 (it's pretty much done btw), I will "pivot" the series into a rather unexpected new direction. I expect to wrap it all up with the 9th encounter. Even if you got freaked out by the first 6, you're gonna want to stick around for these final three. More on this later!

--- ET TU BUDDY?? ---

I can't believe I let her drag me to this stupid park. It's so... common. But I suppose I'll indulge her this once. My outfit is impeccable, as always—tight-fitting black blouse, pencil skirt hugging my curves, heels clicking with each step. My girlfriend walks beside me, her gaze lingering on me with an amused glint in her eyes. She knows I love the attention.

"Hey, you know who you remind me of?" she says, nudging me with her elbow.

"Please, enlighten me," I reply.

"Nero from Fate/Grand Order!" she exclaims.

I scoff. "Oh, please. I am nothing like that overbearing narcissist. She's... she's..."

But before I can finish my protest, I start feeling uncomfortable. I can't shake the feeling of... warmth? No, it must be the sun. But still, my skin feels taut, like... rubber?

She chuckles, her hand sneaking into mine as we continue our stroll. But then, her touch feels... different. Softer, smoother. I glance down, only to find that my hands look like they're coated in a thin layer of glossy oil. And my fingers feel so sticky. I can't spread them out.

"What are you—"

But my words are cut off as I'm overcome with a feeling of lightheadedness. I stumble backward, my body feeling strangely light and buoyant. My feet almost bounce with each step I take.

"What did you do?" I demand, trying to maintain my composure as my limbs start to feel strange and rubbery. She just giggles, poking at my squishy form with delight, and I suddenly realize what's happening.

"Oh, nothing much," she chirps, a smirk playing on her lips. "I thought you'd look cute as a little inflatable Nero. She suits you so well."

"No, this can't be happening," I mutter, my hands grasping at the unfamiliar material encasing my skin. But to my dismay, my fingers had transformed into useless inflatable mittens, rendering me utterly helpless.

"Too late, darling. You're already halfway there," she says, and before I can argue, my clothes seem to melt away, replaced by something... unfamiliar. A red dress with a white front, knee-high boots gleaming with gold. This must be... Nero's outfit? It's... it's all rubber. All shiny, fake, useless inflatable rubber. I can feel it clinging to my skin, squeezing me tight. Each part of my body is inflating now, my plastic skin turning more smooth and elastic by the second. I lose myself in the sensation of being so thoroughly filled with air. The tightness… The fullness… It feels so good… No, no, focus!

"What have you done to me?" I cry, trying to push her away, but my arms won't move. They're stuck to my sides, like two big useless balloons attached to my body.

"Relax, darling. You look perfect," she says, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

"I… I can't move," I say, panicking now. I'm not even standing on my own anymore. My dress is stiff and inflated, holding me upright like some kind of... inflatable doll.

"That's the idea, darling. You're just a squeaky Nero now. Haughty, fabulous, and utterly inflatable." she says, giggling.

"I hate you," I say, but even as the words leave my lips, I can feel my face freezing into a smile. A cute, painted-on smile that I can't seem to wipe off no matter how hard I try.

"Of course you do, darling. But admit it, you love it," she says, reaching out to squeeze my rubberized cheek.

I try to protest, to tell her to change me back, but all that escapes my lips are more squeaks. She just laughs and leans in to press a kiss to my cheek, her lips leaving behind a faint imprint on the shiny surface. As she pulls away, I think about the squeaky texture of my rubberized body, the bounce in my now-inflated breasts, the slight wobble of my rubberized hips as I try my hardest to squirm under her touch. Even my hair had puffed out into a solid inflatable wig. Every last inch of me had been reduced to inflatable rubber. She's turned me into a literal inflatable version of Nero, and I'm completely at her mercy.

She grins down at me, clearly enjoying my predicament way too much. "Oh, you're so cute like this," she says, poking my cheek.

I glare at her as best as I can with my painted-on expression, but she just laughs and picks me up, carrying me around the park like I'm some kind of novelty toy. And deep down, beneath all the embarrassment and frustration, I can't deny it anymore.

I kind of love it.

Pro tip: The title for these things is literally the last thing I do before posting. At worst it'll take me up to 10 minutes to think of a good title. I'm doing you all a favor by not using the same title multiple times over. I can easily do that. I've done that before!

Description
Let me give you some perspective. It's been almost a full whole entire week since my last post. This is no good. I gotta get myself back in the game in a Big way. Desperation pervades me. I'm bringing out the big guns for this one. After about an hour of prompting this way and that, bam. Got this one. Could still be better, but I'm hitting the hard limit on prompts per day. I'm outta options. It's outta my hands at this point. Step 2. I gotta come up with a scenario, fast. I always do the scenario after the image because no dog can reach me when I'm doing the scenario. How do I put inflatable Nero in a park setting without sounding like the secret unlockable 4th stooge? Wiki page tells me on line one that Nero from FGO is haughty. Have some haughty ojou sama-style character walk at a park, girlfriend tells her she's acting like Nero from FGO, bada bing bada boom. Bingo. It's everyday bro. I win the one million dollars. This is my life. This is EntryLvlBread for you. I really do this. Still a better scenario than TF and Run. You gotta be kidding me

Nero is a bit of an interesting case. It seems the Al knows Artoria "Saber" Pendragon well enough to recognize both her unarmored blue/white dress and her armored blue/silver outfit. I can get to Nero by simply having the Al do a red version of Artoria. What a cynical approach to character design that is... The main caveat here is that the Al seems intent on trying to imitate whatever style that "padoru" thing is, so getting proportions like this is especially troublesome. Prompts with Saber are much harder to run through than usual, despite the fact she's wearing a floor-length dress. Perhaps the Al gets reminded of the mysterious past of the FGO series...

And while I have you FGO fans here, I would really like to get some stuff straightened out with you all. How do you get all of this stuff straight? Is the blue character Saber? Artoria? Saber Artoria? Artoria Saber? Artoria Pendragon Saber? I'm led to believe "Saber" is the name for a class of characters. The wiki's telling me Artoria and Nero can be referred to as Red and Blue Saber respectively. Apparently there's a thing where half of the characters have the same face/hair as this "Saber" character so they're referred to as "Saber faces." You poor, poor suckers for having to deal with this on the regular.

And I guess I can give you all one more announcement. After EntryLvlBread Encounter 6 (it's pretty much done btw), I will "pivot" the series into a rather unexpected new direction. I expect to wrap it all up with the 9th encounter. Even if you got freaked out by the first 6, you're gonna want to stick around for these final three. More on this later!

--- ET TU BUDDY?? ---

I can't believe I let her drag me to this stupid park. It's so... common. But I suppose I'll indulge her this once. My outfit is impeccable, as always—tight-fitting black blouse, pencil skirt hugging my curves, heels clicking with each step. My girlfriend walks beside me, her gaze lingering on me with an amused glint in her eyes. She knows I love the attention.

"Hey, you know who you remind me of?" she says, nudging me with her elbow.

"Please, enlighten me," I reply.

"Nero from Fate/Grand Order!" she exclaims.

I scoff. "Oh, please. I am nothing like that overbearing narcissist. She's... she's..."

But before I can finish my protest, I start feeling uncomfortable. I can't shake the feeling of... warmth? No, it must be the sun. But still, my skin feels taut, like... rubber?

She chuckles, her hand sneaking into mine as we continue our stroll. But then, her touch feels... different. Softer, smoother. I glance down, only to find that my hands look like they're coated in a thin layer of glossy oil. And my fingers feel so sticky. I can't spread them out.

"What are you—"

But my words are cut off as I'm overcome with a feeling of lightheadedness. I stumble backward, my body feeling strangely light and buoyant. My feet almost bounce with each step I take.

"What did you do?" I demand, trying to maintain my composure as my limbs start to feel strange and rubbery. She just giggles, poking at my squishy form with delight, and I suddenly realize what's happening.

"Oh, nothing much," she chirps, a smirk playing on her lips. "I thought you'd look cute as a little inflatable Nero. She suits you so well."

"No, this can't be happening," I mutter, my hands grasping at the unfamiliar material encasing my skin. But to my dismay, my fingers had transformed into useless inflatable mittens, rendering me utterly helpless.

"Too late, darling. You're already halfway there," she says, and before I can argue, my clothes seem to melt away, replaced by something... unfamiliar. A red dress with a white front, knee-high boots gleaming with gold. This must be... Nero's outfit? It's... it's all rubber. All shiny, fake, useless inflatable rubber. I can feel it clinging to my skin, squeezing me tight. Each part of my body is inflating now, my plastic skin turning more smooth and elastic by the second. I lose myself in the sensation of being so thoroughly filled with air. The tightness… The fullness… It feels so good… No, no, focus!

"What have you done to me?" I cry, trying to push her away, but my arms won't move. They're stuck to my sides, like two big useless balloons attached to my body.

"Relax, darling. You look perfect," she says, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

"I… I can't move," I say, panicking now. I'm not even standing on my own anymore. My dress is stiff and inflated, holding me upright like some kind of... inflatable doll.

"That's the idea, darling. You're just a squeaky Nero now. Haughty, fabulous, and utterly inflatable." she says, giggling.

"I hate you," I say, but even as the words leave my lips, I can feel my face freezing into a smile. A cute, painted-on smile that I can't seem to wipe off no matter how hard I try.

"Of course you do, darling. But admit it, you love it," she says, reaching out to squeeze my rubberized cheek.

I try to protest, to tell her to change me back, but all that escapes my lips are more squeaks. She just laughs and leans in to press a kiss to my cheek, her lips leaving behind a faint imprint on the shiny surface. As she pulls away, I think about the squeaky texture of my rubberized body, the bounce in my now-inflated breasts, the slight wobble of my rubberized hips as I try my hardest to squirm under her touch. Even my hair had puffed out into a solid inflatable wig. Every last inch of me had been reduced to inflatable rubber. She's turned me into a literal inflatable version of Nero, and I'm completely at her mercy.

She grins down at me, clearly enjoying my predicament way too much. "Oh, you're so cute like this," she says, poking my cheek.

I glare at her as best as I can with my painted-on expression, but she just laughs and picks me up, carrying me around the park like I'm some kind of novelty toy. And deep down, beneath all the embarrassment and frustration, I can't deny it anymore.

I kind of love it.

Pro tip: The title for these things is literally the last thing I do before posting. At worst it'll take me up to 10 minutes to think of a good title. I'm doing you all a favor by not using the same title multiple times over. I can easily do that. I've done that before!