She faced a small problem

Valerie held up the suit. The material was incredibly thin and light, only slightly thicker than a plastic film and weighing practically nothing. It was some kind of advanced material she didn't know about, feeling slightly stretchy under her fingers. It had a single zipper at the back, running all the way up from the small of her back to the back of her neck. A clasp at the end covered the zipper and secured the suit once it was closed.

She put her legs inside the suit, pulling it up until it reached her butt. She put her hands through the sleeves, only to hit a problem. No matter how much she wiggled her butt and tried to squeeze into the suit, she just wouldn't go in. She wondered if the organization had mistakenly given her a suit one size too small.

For a few minutes, she tried squirming, twisting and even forcing her way into it, to no avail. She took a moment to breathe, panting from exhaustion.

"Everything okay over there?", called out Hawk, still doing his best to find something interesting in the wall in front of him.

"Y-yes. I just need a minute.", she replied, hoping her voice didn't betray how stressed she was. She decided to **** the issue by using the zipper to squeeze her ass into the suit. She grabbed it, and pulled as hard as she could.

She gasped as her hand snapped free. Shocked, she brought it in front of herself, finding the broken zipper between her fingers. It seemed that in the battle between the zipper and her pert, tight rear - her rear had won.

No, no, no, she thought. The mission hadn't even started yet - she needed to put on her suit, or she would never be able to rescue Iris! She looked around in panic, wondering what she could do.