(<60) She tries to escape once more.

"Nooooo!" — Jen charged towards the direction where she thought the door has been, and it was not closed anymore, so she ran out of the cell without any problems. However, she was limited in her freedom by the hoses she did not notice while putting on the suit. As soon as she noticed them, they started pumping the gas inside the suit.

"The inflation has begun."

"No, stop it! I'm outta here! I don't wanna get inflated!" — the girl cried. She tried to pull the neck opening apart, but it was not as stretchy as it was before, sporting a new keyhole on itself, and she could barely pull the extra thick rubber piece away from the skin before it flapped back, keeping itself tight on Jen's neck without suffocating her and definitely requiring a key to get more elastic again. She tried to rip the surface, but it was also rip-proof. Finally, she made an attempt of tucking her left foot inside the suit, but within seconds she could not even reach it, as the product's final shape required Jen to be **** into the spread eagle position. The rubber was going above the holes her limbs were sticking out of and also rising like a pudding around her head.

Despite taking more and more space, Jen felt lighter and lighter until she could not touch the floor with her feet anymore, until the flysuit finally bumped against the room's ceiling.

"The inflation has finished."

As the girl was feeling the warmth of ceiling lights being close to her face, she heard the hoses detach from the flysuit, and she was now free to fly around, but not very close to being free from her new outfit.