The matte black girl hangs limply in exhaustion, hair tied in a loose bun atop her head. Her remarks moments ago that it "was a little sticky inside the hzSuit today" had gone unheeded by the team in the control room above. The previous tester, in what could almost be described as a curious mania, had used a large portion of the remaining lube in changing room. This made dressing particularly hard for the current testee. A hasty, improper dressing had left pockets of air that moved within the suit, much to the discomfort of its occupant.

The girl wriggles again in an attempt to coax the empty spaces out through the suction tube affixed to her hzSuit's collar. Little tunnels of air form as narrow webs as it is slowly siphoned out under the tight rubber. An opaque black fabric - a nanomesh net for safety - is slowly retracted into a wall, revealing a seemingly empty vat beneath.

The surface of P-130x contained within glistens with a whisper of a glare as it ripples beneath, hinting at its barely visible contents. A careful observer could note the small distortions through the clear substance. The girl's leg swishes against it's oil-like consistency. In little splotches, the dull hzSuit is rendered a deep mirror-black.

The girl's foot writhes slowly, as if exploring an unknown sensation. It is pulled away instinctively, where its shine seems to slide off of the foot as a narrow tube. It disappears into the vat below, leaving the hzSuit its dull matte black.

Above her, the rigging continues to descend, slowly lowering her against the surface of P-130x. The substance splashes against the girl, holding her body in a wet, shiny cradle. She floats lightly on the strange liquid, her body rendered half slick, half matte. The towline begins to slack above her.

The oil-like substance slowly envelops the girl, wrapping around her not as a liquid, but as an infinitely flexible solid. It's surface remained impermeable and slick as it slowly licked against her body, exploring the slippery girl that had been lowered into itself. The girl writhed, encased neck deep in P130x. Ripples of distorted light moved in strange semi-random patterns against the surface of the hzSuit.

The movement against the hzSuit splits the air within into multiple smaller pockets that were pushed quickly around. Unseen, a miniscule bubble of air escapes from a pinhole tear in the girls inner thigh.

The girl stiffens slightly, and her eyes widen visibly.

"Guys I think its inside the suit."

"Guys, its gotten inside the suit, pull-"

She begins to squirm, shaking her right leg hastily.

"it's... pull me up guys, hurry!"

"-it's wrapping around my leg, I can't..."

Her hands glide uselessly across her slick hzSuit.


"I... it's... ah..."

The girl's hands reach for the thickened collar, attempting to find the release.

"I can't... oh... I..."


The girl renews her struggle as the substance continues to coat her within her hzSuit. She'd barely noticed the instruction. Her hands dart to her crotch and her writhing grows increasingly directionless. On the outside, P130x slides off of the hzSuit as a tight rubbery bodysock. Unable to grasp onto the frictionless latex, the girl is gradually released. A thin strand of oil detaches from the vat's contents, retracting as a long tendril into the pinhole tear inside her right thigh.

Two of the project's crew enter the room in similar protective suits, one armed with a small knife. They approach the girl as the safety nanomesh slides back into place beneath them.

The bigger of the two holds the girl down as her partner pinches the rubber, making a small incision. Turning the knife away from the subject, she cuts open the hzSuit, peeling the ruined rubber off of the girl. It slides easily off of her skin, which shone as if coated in a gelatinous glass. It refracts the light in varying amounts, and the waves of distortion make subtle, moving patterns across her skin where the substance flexes against her.

Her mouth hangs in a soundless gape, teeth and tongue perfectly coated in the thin, rubbery material. The substance has permeated her hair and it is held in a large rubber bun atop of her head. Her orifices are held lightly open as it tightly coats her within. The girl fidgets sensually, flexing her body against the slippery material encasing her.

Handlers struggle to grip her as she is unhooked from the towline - their hzSuits prevent them from interacting with P130x in any meaningful way. As the lock mechanism is released, her weight shifts onto the frictionless arms of her rescuers, and she tumbles down into the nanomesh below. Her second skin drifts across the net's surface as she settles into a soft cone formed by her weight tenting the light material.

Minutes pass like days for the test subject as the crew consider how best to proceed. Exploring the sensations of her new personal prison, the girl barely notices as a decision made out of sight sends her handlers back into the test chamber. The nanomesh is slowly detached and used to lift the girl onto a gurney, where the excess material is wrapped tightly around her body. Now newly grippable, she is carried off by handlers to one of many holding rooms where patients are cared for until they can be released.