Not quite

You let yourself again entertain a thought of freedom, before a larger, more pronounced creaking begins. Again straining to look upwards, you notice that another tube has extended and is positioned directly over your head. Somehow, you know it's a different tube, but you have no real idea how you know that it's different. Similarly, a liquid starts to flow out and down over your body, but this is much different- it's slower, and a deep, reflective black color that shines in the light.

The gel-like liquid flows down over your body, covering your head and completely restricting your breath and eyesight. A reasonable amount of the material flows directly into your mouth, filling your throat for a brief moment before somehow moving on. Even as you feel the strange material flowing down the rest of your body, slowly coating the skin, panic fills your brain with the fear that you'll suffocate in the darkness. At least a minute passes, but finally you feel the slime start to drain from the top of your head, and it eventually frees your face, allowing you to breathe. Spots dance around the edge of your vision, but you retain consciousness, and eventually realize that the sensation of being covered hasn't vanished.

When you finally recover to look down at your body, you are completely encased in a form-fitting suit of latex. The surface is completely smooth, and impossibly thin- you can even see the outline of your nipples protruding from the material. Even as you think about it, the material separates around your nipples, freeing them to the outside air, and you realize that this isn't a normal outfit. Extending your thoughts to include your breasts, the suit stretches backwards, completely freeing the skin.

For whatever reason, you're covered in a latex suit that you have full control over, at least as far as coverage goes. Try as you might, you can't get the material around your breasts and groin to thicken, and so there remains a clear outline of your enlarged labia and pierced clit.

You hear a final set of clicks, and the chair's straps retract, allowing full movement. The bodysuit covers you to the end of your arms and legs, but you will it upwards, forming a pair of long sleeves that leave your hands uncovered. As you stand up, you even feel slightly lighter, as if the material is somehow providing your body with support.