You step into the room and tap on a nearby console.

The machine whirrs to life. Lights fade on to reveal a round platform in the center of the room. Except for a narrow walkway, the platform is surrounded by tubes and cylindrical tanks opaque and clear. A foot-wide ring encircles the circumference of the platform, attached to two narrow pillars across from each other.

The console instructs you to step onto the platform.

You do so.

You step over the ring and onto the surface within. A narrow strip of white light lining the inside of the pillars begin to glow softly. Quietly, the pillars begin to rotate around the platform as they scan your body.

A gentle chime sounds and the lights fade.

A bar descends from above you and you reach up to grasp it. Shifting your weight, you lift your feet slightly above the platform.

Beneath you, a shiny black material extrudes from the inside of the ring in a spiral motion, forming a seamless disk of ebony. The machine hums and the ring descends slightly, pulling the material taut against the platform beneath.

You gingerly touch the rubbery film with your feet and find that it is lined with a thin layer of slippery gel.

The machine chimes happily as the lights dim around you. The ring begins to ascend around you, pulling the rubber against your toes. You pull on the bars to lift yourself up but the machine lowers you, compensating for your change in height and keeping your feet in position.

As the ring rises, it feeds more material into the disc, allowing the rubber to envelop your toes smoothly and tightly. You part your legs as the latex is applied to your shins. The rubber tents slightly as the ring pulls on it, evenly coating each limb individually. The gel like substance pools in the crevices where rubber meets skin, and is evenly spread underneath the material as it coats you.

You are lowered on to your feet as the rubber encircles your thighs. The ring slows and the latex applies itself gently against your sex, tightening slowly as the material continues to ascend around you. It slides into your folds as it lifts and encases your chest.

You writhe inside the tight rubber and the material glides against your skin. All but your head and arms are encased in seamless black latex. The ring rises and the material coats your neck and your arms, slowing only once it has formed against your chin.

Releasing the handlebar, you pull your arms downward into the black embrace. The material pulls against you, coating your arms in rubbery sleeves. You pull your hands through the latex and it closes around your fingers with a snap, sealing them in tight mittens.

The ring continues its ascent, pulling your head upward as it forms a narrow cone above you. You see the ring settle into a crevice in the ceiling with a hiss, its inner surface lighting up to provide a soft glow within.

A distant hum is followed by a soft gush of wind as round vents above flip open. The latex tightens around you as the air is sucked out, and the tube begins to collapse around your head. You are plunged into darkness as the rubber continues to shrink around you. A pulling sensation guides your hair upward and away, wrapped in a narrow, vacuumed sheath. The humming gradually increases in pitch until it is a strained whistle.

The material disconnects with a satisfied chirp.

You are sealed in rubber.