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We got another "it's on a toggle"-type story for our Toggle Todds in the audience. You know who you are!

If you wanna know why today's picture is set in the backroads, I wish I could tell you. It's a lot harder to make the images than it is to make the caption stories, so I make the images without any consideration for how they could possibly be captioned. That's my workflow. This crap ain't nothing to me man. We're smoking South Florida Charleston Chews over here. We're smoking that international Dutch confectioner-grade Mr. Goodbar. I'll post this stuff at an egregarious angle. I'm moving like a frogfish. My effective range is a thing of the past. Don't try anything slick. You're not slipping by me that easily!!

I suspect the Al keeps trying to cross Lucina with Marth. It needs the most help with getting her legs and cape right. I went with this one for the caption because I didn't think you'd mind seeing a little bit of Leg. I'm impressed at how consistently it gets things like her tiara and arm cuff things and her multiple brown belts (???), but I had no luck getting her to hold a sword without it looking just plain stupid. Hope you like my little workaround

And if you're wondering why we're skipping the TF sequence... Haven't you read enough inflatable TF sequences in your life?!?!?! Have some post-TF content. Take your mind off it. Go read the Bowsette sequence again if you like it so darn much. It's no big deal. ... Also the other reason's because there's only so much crap I can fit into a 39-point-font text square in Google Slides. I can't risk going much smaller without making a caption for Ants. So there.

Anyway, if everything goes to plan, the next post should have a link to the new EntryLvlBread Encounter! It's another inflatable TF. I didn't think I'd do repeats of TF types for the encounters, but as you've seen time and time again, things rarely ever go as planned. This sucks

--- STEP THE WRONG WAY AND YOU WILL PERISH ---

We're strolling through the woods, crunching leaves underfoot. Sun filters through the trees, dappling the path. I should feel the breeze on my skin, but all I feel is the glossy rubber encasing me. I can't believe she did this to me. Turning me into an inflatable doll of Lucina, of all characters.

"So, how's it feel, Lucina?" She nudges me with a smirk, her hand resting on my rubberized shoulder. She knows full well how embarrassed I am.

"It's... It's weird," I mutter, my voice a little too squeaky for comfort. "And stop calling me Lucina!"

She giggles, and I can practically hear the grin in her voice. "But you look just like her!"

I wish I could roll my eyes or scoff at her. But my eyes just keep staring straight ahead, and my rubberized face remains frozen in that mindless painted-on smile. I hate how she did this to me. But... maybe I don't hate it as much as I should. I catch a glimpse of myself in a nearby stream. I'm Lucina, but not quite. Glossy dark blue rubber clinging to every curve, and that stupid sword sheath that's just for show. Can't pull the sword out, not that it's real anyway. My hair feels like a balloon's surface. The tiara on my head? Just another piece of rubber. Even my cape is this huge inflated sheet that doesn't flow in the breeze like a real cape should. As we walk, I notice how each step makes me jiggle slightly. Even when I stand still, I can feel my body sway in the breeze.

She giggles, tugging on my cape. "You look so cute like this, Lucina. All helpless and squeaky."

Cute? I'm not cute, I'm... I'm Lucina, a fierce warrior! But as she pokes me again, I can't help but let out a squeak. My body feels so hollow and light, like I could float away at any moment. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks—or at least, I think I can. Hard to tell when your entire body feels like one big squeaky balloon. "Sh-shut up," I stammer, but there's no real bite to it.

She keeps pushing it, though, making me feel more and more like a helpless toy. "You know," she says, stepping closer, "inflatables aren't supposed to move on their own, Lucina. You're breaking character. Maybe I should just... make you completely inanimate…"

I guess she's right. I shouldn't be able to move. But I can, albeit a bit stiffly. I start noticing something, though. I'm... getting stuck. Can't move my arms as freely as before. They want to stay in these weird positions. "I-I can still move," I protest weakly, but it's getting harder to deny the truth. It's a struggle to even move my legs now.

"Can you now?" She asks, watching as I struggle to bend my arms, to take another step. But it's useless. I'm really stuck. Before long, I'm barely able to speak. Just little squeaks and groans as my rubberized body becomes more and more inert. "I… guess not," I manage to mumble as my body freezes mid-step, stuck in some friendly pose like a lawn ornament.

"That's right, my little inflatable Lucina," my girlfriend says, running her hand along my glossy surface. "You're just a helpless toy now."

"Let... go," I gasp, my voice barely audible now.

But she doesn't let go. Instead, she presses her lips to mine, and I can't help but melt into it. It's like my body is shutting down, becoming exactly what she wants. The less I can move, the better it feels, the less I can think.

"Aw, you're so cute like this," she coos, pulling me into a hug.

I can't hug her back. I can't move. Can't speak. Can't do anything but stand here, wobbling in place, stuck in this ridiculous pose. I can still see and hear everything, but I'm completely at her mercy now. And the worst part? It feels amazing.

I can feel her fingers tracing every curve and seam of my outfit, lingering on the swell of my chest. My mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the sensation of her warm breath against my rubberized body. It feels so nice, being held like this, all light and floaty. I'm basically inanimate now. I shouldn't be able to feel anything. But I do, and it's intoxicating.

"There, now you're a proper inflatable. Aren't you cute?" My girlfriend chuckles, giving me a playful pat on the head. "You know, I've always had a thing for inanimate objects. And you make a pretty cute inflatable toy, Luci."

I can't respond, but I don't need to. Deep down, I know the truth. I'm nothing but an oversized inflatable toy now, a plaything for her to use however she pleases. All I can feel is her touch, her warmth, her love. And maybe... just maybe... that's all I need.

Description
We got another "it's on a toggle"-type story for our Toggle Todds in the audience. You know who you are!

If you wanna know why today's picture is set in the backroads, I wish I could tell you. It's a lot harder to make the images than it is to make the caption stories, so I make the images without any consideration for how they could possibly be captioned. That's my workflow. This crap ain't nothing to me man. We're smoking South Florida Charleston Chews over here. We're smoking that international Dutch confectioner-grade Mr. Goodbar. I'll post this stuff at an egregarious angle. I'm moving like a frogfish. My effective range is a thing of the past. Don't try anything slick. You're not slipping by me that easily!!

I suspect the Al keeps trying to cross Lucina with Marth. It needs the most help with getting her legs and cape right. I went with this one for the caption because I didn't think you'd mind seeing a little bit of Leg. I'm impressed at how consistently it gets things like her tiara and arm cuff things and her multiple brown belts (???), but I had no luck getting her to hold a sword without it looking just plain stupid. Hope you like my little workaround

And if you're wondering why we're skipping the TF sequence... Haven't you read enough inflatable TF sequences in your life?!?!?! Have some post-TF content. Take your mind off it. Go read the Bowsette sequence again if you like it so darn much. It's no big deal. ... Also the other reason's because there's only so much crap I can fit into a 39-point-font text square in Google Slides. I can't risk going much smaller without making a caption for Ants. So there.

Anyway, if everything goes to plan, the next post should have a link to the new EntryLvlBread Encounter! It's another inflatable TF. I didn't think I'd do repeats of TF types for the encounters, but as you've seen time and time again, things rarely ever go as planned. This sucks

--- STEP THE WRONG WAY AND YOU WILL PERISH ---

We're strolling through the woods, crunching leaves underfoot. Sun filters through the trees, dappling the path. I should feel the breeze on my skin, but all I feel is the glossy rubber encasing me. I can't believe she did this to me. Turning me into an inflatable doll of Lucina, of all characters.

"So, how's it feel, Lucina?" She nudges me with a smirk, her hand resting on my rubberized shoulder. She knows full well how embarrassed I am.

"It's... It's weird," I mutter, my voice a little too squeaky for comfort. "And stop calling me Lucina!"

She giggles, and I can practically hear the grin in her voice. "But you look just like her!"

I wish I could roll my eyes or scoff at her. But my eyes just keep staring straight ahead, and my rubberized face remains frozen in that mindless painted-on smile. I hate how she did this to me. But... maybe I don't hate it as much as I should. I catch a glimpse of myself in a nearby stream. I'm Lucina, but not quite. Glossy dark blue rubber clinging to every curve, and that stupid sword sheath that's just for show. Can't pull the sword out, not that it's real anyway. My hair feels like a balloon's surface. The tiara on my head? Just another piece of rubber. Even my cape is this huge inflated sheet that doesn't flow in the breeze like a real cape should. As we walk, I notice how each step makes me jiggle slightly. Even when I stand still, I can feel my body sway in the breeze.

She giggles, tugging on my cape. "You look so cute like this, Lucina. All helpless and squeaky."

Cute? I'm not cute, I'm... I'm Lucina, a fierce warrior! But as she pokes me again, I can't help but let out a squeak. My body feels so hollow and light, like I could float away at any moment. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks—or at least, I think I can. Hard to tell when your entire body feels like one big squeaky balloon. "Sh-shut up," I stammer, but there's no real bite to it.

She keeps pushing it, though, making me feel more and more like a helpless toy. "You know," she says, stepping closer, "inflatables aren't supposed to move on their own, Lucina. You're breaking character. Maybe I should just... make you completely inanimate…"

I guess she's right. I shouldn't be able to move. But I can, albeit a bit stiffly. I start noticing something, though. I'm... getting stuck. Can't move my arms as freely as before. They want to stay in these weird positions. "I-I can still move," I protest weakly, but it's getting harder to deny the truth. It's a struggle to even move my legs now.

"Can you now?" She asks, watching as I struggle to bend my arms, to take another step. But it's useless. I'm really stuck. Before long, I'm barely able to speak. Just little squeaks and groans as my rubberized body becomes more and more inert. "I… guess not," I manage to mumble as my body freezes mid-step, stuck in some friendly pose like a lawn ornament.

"That's right, my little inflatable Lucina," my girlfriend says, running her hand along my glossy surface. "You're just a helpless toy now."

"Let... go," I gasp, my voice barely audible now.

But she doesn't let go. Instead, she presses her lips to mine, and I can't help but melt into it. It's like my body is shutting down, becoming exactly what she wants. The less I can move, the better it feels, the less I can think.

"Aw, you're so cute like this," she coos, pulling me into a hug.

I can't hug her back. I can't move. Can't speak. Can't do anything but stand here, wobbling in place, stuck in this ridiculous pose. I can still see and hear everything, but I'm completely at her mercy now. And the worst part? It feels amazing.

I can feel her fingers tracing every curve and seam of my outfit, lingering on the swell of my chest. My mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the sensation of her warm breath against my rubberized body. It feels so nice, being held like this, all light and floaty. I'm basically inanimate now. I shouldn't be able to feel anything. But I do, and it's intoxicating.

"There, now you're a proper inflatable. Aren't you cute?" My girlfriend chuckles, giving me a playful pat on the head. "You know, I've always had a thing for inanimate objects. And you make a pretty cute inflatable toy, Luci."

I can't respond, but I don't need to. Deep down, I know the truth. I'm nothing but an oversized inflatable toy now, a plaything for her to use however she pleases. All I can feel is her touch, her warmth, her love. And maybe... just maybe... that's all I need.