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Remember when I posted literature by the dozen? These days, the website's UI doesn't cut it for a card-carrying tech bro such as myself. I require something more sophisticated. I require something meaner, more machine-like. See what I mean! By all means! www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

At long last! Inflatable girls kissing! The prophecy has been fulfilled at the hands of the Al! May the Al inherit the earth! And also the splash potion is back for some reason. I let the Al pick the TF trigger this time, and it went for a splash potion. Usually it's a toss-up between putting on a suit or activating some dubious device.

... Someone asked for this, right? I didn't hallucinate it? Someone on here was looking for more pictures of inflatable girls kissing. This was really hard to get set up, you know. I've only ever gotten this to work with princess dresses. And even when it does work, it's difficult to find one where the anatomy is acceptable. Phooey...

Anyway, you should know what to do by now if you're in the market for info on how to get your own pair of smooching inflatables like this one. Say the line Bart!!

--- GET USED TO IT BUDDY ---

I glanced at my girlfriend with a mischievous grin as we strolled through the park. It was the perfect day to indulge in some playful antics. We found a quiet spot under a sprawling oak tree, away from prying eyes.

I pulled out the special potion I'd concocted. With a flick of the wrist, I poured it over us. It started with a cool, tingling rush as the rubber solution coated my skin. It felt like a million tiny bubbles fizzing against my flesh, turning me into something entirely different. Emma giggled beside me, her fingers dancing over the material as it clung to her. "My legs feel so strange," she murmured, a note of wonder in her voice.

I nodded, feeling the same sensation as the rubber crept up my calves, enveloping them in its glossy embrace. The transformation was slow but steady, each inch of skin tightening as it turned into smooth, shiny rubber. "Feels weird," I remarked.

"Good weird?" she teased.

"Hell yeah," I chuckled. "Like I'm turning into a squeaky toy."

My girlfriend smirked, "You always were a bit of a toy, weren't you?"

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, you love it."

She winked, "Maybe I do. Who wouldn't love a squeaky, glossy princess?"

We both laughed as our bodies gradually turned into life-sized inflatable versions of ourselves. My hair stiffened into a solid, rubbery mass, and the sensation of my fingers pressing into my transformed skin was bizarrely satisfying. My rubbery skin glinted in the sunlight, giving me an almost surreal glow. My eyes took on a glassy sheen as they flattened out against my smooth face. I blushed as I felt my body squeak and creak with every movement. I glanced over at my girlfriend, who was experiencing the same sensation. Her eyes widened in wonder as she watched her arms become plump and squeaky.

"Wow, this is amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice now a little higher, a little more... inflatable.

"Right?" I grinned, feeling the glossy rubber creep up my torso. "It's like being encased in a shiny bubble.”

My dress, a floor-length masterpiece of pink satin and lace, soon followed suit. The fabric seemed to melt away, replaced by a shimmering layer of inflatable rubber. It encased me, hugging every curve, every contour, as my body succumbed to the squishy transformation. My girlfriend mirrored my movements, her own dress now a fantastical creation of rubber and air. She wobbled a bit, trying to find her balance, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You look adorable," I teased, reaching out to squeeze her hand.

She pouted playfully. "Hey, don't laugh! You look just as ridiculous as I do."

I wiggled my toes, feeling them disappear into the rubbery mass at the bottom of my dress. I realized I could no longer feel my legs underneath my hollow dress, let alone move them. But oh, how I loved it. How I loved feeling so artificial, so utterly unreal. I loved the way my movements were restricted, making me feel like a living, breathing balloon. I felt weightless, buoyant, like I could float away at any moment.

She giggled, giving me a playful pat on my now-inflated behind and causing me to teeter in place. "You look so... fake," she teased.

"Same to you," I shot back, admiring her inflated curves.

We pressed our rubbery bodies together, enjoying the sensation of glossy rubber against rubber. "You're into inflatables, aren't you?" she smirked.

"Maybe I am," I replied, pulling her in for a kiss. Our glossy lips squished and squeaked against the cool, smooth rubber of our faces. It was thrilling how it was completely unlike any time we kissed as flesh-and-blood humans.

As we broke apart, I ran my hands over my inflatable body, marveling at the texture beneath my fingers. My skin was firm yet yielding, like a well-loved balloon. I felt every seam, every curve, as if I were made of nothing but air and rubber. My girlfriend's touch sent shivers down my spine, her fingers tracing patterns across my glossy surface. As we explored each other's inflated bodies, our hands squeezing our rubbery curves, we giggled like schoolgirls, reveling in the the peculiar delight of being life-sized glossy rubber inflatable princesses.

Description
Remember when I posted literature by the dozen? These days, the website's UI doesn't cut it for a card-carrying tech bro such as myself. I require something more sophisticated. I require something meaner, more machine-like. See what I mean! By all means! www.deviantart.com/entrylvlbre…

At long last! Inflatable girls kissing! The prophecy has been fulfilled at the hands of the Al! May the Al inherit the earth! And also the splash potion is back for some reason. I let the Al pick the TF trigger this time, and it went for a splash potion. Usually it's a toss-up between putting on a suit or activating some dubious device.

... Someone asked for this, right? I didn't hallucinate it? Someone on here was looking for more pictures of inflatable girls kissing. This was really hard to get set up, you know. I've only ever gotten this to work with princess dresses. And even when it does work, it's difficult to find one where the anatomy is acceptable. Phooey...

Anyway, you should know what to do by now if you're in the market for info on how to get your own pair of smooching inflatables like this one. Say the line Bart!!

--- GET USED TO IT BUDDY ---

I glanced at my girlfriend with a mischievous grin as we strolled through the park. It was the perfect day to indulge in some playful antics. We found a quiet spot under a sprawling oak tree, away from prying eyes.

I pulled out the special potion I'd concocted. With a flick of the wrist, I poured it over us. It started with a cool, tingling rush as the rubber solution coated my skin. It felt like a million tiny bubbles fizzing against my flesh, turning me into something entirely different. Emma giggled beside me, her fingers dancing over the material as it clung to her. "My legs feel so strange," she murmured, a note of wonder in her voice.

I nodded, feeling the same sensation as the rubber crept up my calves, enveloping them in its glossy embrace. The transformation was slow but steady, each inch of skin tightening as it turned into smooth, shiny rubber. "Feels weird," I remarked.

"Good weird?" she teased.

"Hell yeah," I chuckled. "Like I'm turning into a squeaky toy."

My girlfriend smirked, "You always were a bit of a toy, weren't you?"

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, you love it."

She winked, "Maybe I do. Who wouldn't love a squeaky, glossy princess?"

We both laughed as our bodies gradually turned into life-sized inflatable versions of ourselves. My hair stiffened into a solid, rubbery mass, and the sensation of my fingers pressing into my transformed skin was bizarrely satisfying. My rubbery skin glinted in the sunlight, giving me an almost surreal glow. My eyes took on a glassy sheen as they flattened out against my smooth face. I blushed as I felt my body squeak and creak with every movement. I glanced over at my girlfriend, who was experiencing the same sensation. Her eyes widened in wonder as she watched her arms become plump and squeaky.

"Wow, this is amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice now a little higher, a little more... inflatable.

"Right?" I grinned, feeling the glossy rubber creep up my torso. "It's like being encased in a shiny bubble.”

My dress, a floor-length masterpiece of pink satin and lace, soon followed suit. The fabric seemed to melt away, replaced by a shimmering layer of inflatable rubber. It encased me, hugging every curve, every contour, as my body succumbed to the squishy transformation. My girlfriend mirrored my movements, her own dress now a fantastical creation of rubber and air. She wobbled a bit, trying to find her balance, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You look adorable," I teased, reaching out to squeeze her hand.

She pouted playfully. "Hey, don't laugh! You look just as ridiculous as I do."

I wiggled my toes, feeling them disappear into the rubbery mass at the bottom of my dress. I realized I could no longer feel my legs underneath my hollow dress, let alone move them. But oh, how I loved it. How I loved feeling so artificial, so utterly unreal. I loved the way my movements were restricted, making me feel like a living, breathing balloon. I felt weightless, buoyant, like I could float away at any moment.

She giggled, giving me a playful pat on my now-inflated behind and causing me to teeter in place. "You look so... fake," she teased.

"Same to you," I shot back, admiring her inflated curves.

We pressed our rubbery bodies together, enjoying the sensation of glossy rubber against rubber. "You're into inflatables, aren't you?" she smirked.

"Maybe I am," I replied, pulling her in for a kiss. Our glossy lips squished and squeaked against the cool, smooth rubber of our faces. It was thrilling how it was completely unlike any time we kissed as flesh-and-blood humans.

As we broke apart, I ran my hands over my inflatable body, marveling at the texture beneath my fingers. My skin was firm yet yielding, like a well-loved balloon. I felt every seam, every curve, as if I were made of nothing but air and rubber. My girlfriend's touch sent shivers down my spine, her fingers tracing patterns across my glossy surface. As we explored each other's inflated bodies, our hands squeezing our rubbery curves, we giggled like schoolgirls, reveling in the the peculiar delight of being life-sized glossy rubber inflatable princesses.