(>29) She puts on the hood.

Her fingers hovered over the hood. A piece of black matter with holes for her eyes, nostrils and mouth. It was so sleek, and Jen could not resist knowing more about it. The cool material got warm in her hands quickly. It felt a lot like her skirt, and wearing the skirt was all but unpleasant.

"It's so tempting, but I'm not sure if it's best right now."

"Surely it is! Your feelings won't lie to you. Why would they?"

Her mind was trembling in debate for a little more, but she finally broke down and dove into the latex head forward. As with all of the garment Jen saw previously, this one was already lubricated, so her entry was smooth. Getting surrounded by latex was like a step to isolation from the outside world and containing herself within these squeaky bounds. But it was not skintight yet. The girl pulled the zipper from the top of her head all the way to her neck, where the thickened latex collar marked where it ended.

The tightness was intoxicating her despite her freedom of consuming the same air as before. As the zipper was nearing its destination, Jen noticed a distraction in her mouth that prevented her from closing it. A steel ring that went unnoticed during the fitting was installed into the hood to keep her mouth open and accessible for anyone.

Just while she was thinking that it was not optimal, the zipper's path ended, and the fastener detached from it after serving its purpose. In a few seconds, the hood settled itself even tighter, repeating every feature of the girl's cute face, and the zipper itself snapped off and fell to the tiles with echoing ringing. The installation was finished.

"Muff!" — the girl was clearly disturbed by the ring gag in her mouth. Trying to pull it out was unsuccessful, and she was already drooling through it with nothing to help her stop it.

"A big enough cock will do just fine at filling the gap. Ah, come on, stop with making funny faces under there, it's not even gonna be your first."

A shred of memory came back to Jen just now. Music was playing and people were dancing. One of her friends found a quiet spot on the couch near the table, and Jen was under it. How did no one notice? Or maybe they kept what they saw to themselves?

"It wasn't bad at all, was it? Why not stuff our wanting mouth again, this time for longer?"

Jen groaned and leaned onto the shelf. Her pussy was already satisfied and she could not really complain, except for the fact that its influence over her in that 'escaping from the facility' thing was clearly negative.