searching for the source of the buzzing.

"Let's answer the questions one by one." — Jen said quietly. With that, she slowly advanced towards the quiet buzzing sound. What was producing it? A refrigerator? An idle fire alarm? A computer?

At some point, the girl stumbled upon a small staircase that was going to lead her to the answer. She climbed it carefully and made a few steps before she heard a hissing sound behind her. Alarmed, Jen lunged back, but the pneumatic plastic door was already closed. Her heart racing, she searched for a doorknob, but there was none. Instead, a calm prerecorded female voice spoke:

"Thank you for choosing our product! Please, proceed to put it on before you can commit."

"I'm not committing to anything! Let me out of here! I just need to get out!" — Jen screamed. She ran around, only to find out that she was in a rather small round plastic cell.

"I would've never have been trapped like that if not for this fucking blindfold!" — the girl tried to rip it away from her eyes, but it was perfectly designed to stay.

"It seems that you cannot escape, sweetheart. Why waste time? Let's take a look at the 'product' we're offered."

Not having a choice, Jen reluctantly headed to the cell's center. The smell was first to speak: it was rubber. Then her fingers explored the product. It was a very thick rubber suit with wrist, ankle and neck openings which were even thicker — times thicker.

Jen was more excited than outrageous about the fact that she was going to put a stretched truck tire onto her.

"You like the smell. You'll love the feeling."

She did not trust the voice — but there was no other way to act, so she took the suit off the hanger. The neck opening proved to be the the only one stretchy enough, and the girl started her way in. The entrance was lubed with something in advance, so her legs and then her hips proceeded steadily despite the pressure that the opening was putting on them whenever Jen wasn't stretching it enough with her hands. The feet quickly found their bottom openings and slid out of the suit.

Jen decided to let her hands rest for a moment after spending a lot of their strength on keeping the entry wide enough, and it snapped around her waist, hugging it tightly, like a corset would. That rubber band was warm from the friction and got even warmer from the way it clung to her frame...

"...Aaah..." — Jen moaned and caught herself rubbing her tightened waist. She must have been watched by someone outside of this hamster ball, so there was no time for playing with herself.

"You mustn't be ashamed of your feelings. Be proud of them."

The girl stretched the opening again and squeezed her breasts through with great difficulty. They were rubbing against the material so hard... almost too hard...

'POP' — and the boobs are in! Jen did not need to see her knees to tell they were shaking now. It was the arms' turn, and wiggling them in was probably the least difficult to the flexible Jen.

As soon as she put her hands into the last two holes, the rubber suit came to life. It never went on to fit tight on its content. Instead, the openings shrunk to have a strong grasps at Jen's wrists, ankles and neck so that even air couldn't get out... what could that be about?

"Congratulations on activating our Flysuit! The inflation will start in ten seconds. If you choose to commit to the White Mall, please stay in the chamber."