You all agreed to it, so you headed back to the thread room. The zentai attendant sent you into one of the changing rooms. You instinctively knew to stand with your back against the wall and wait. Your inner substance vanished and as you began to collapse, clips came out of the wall to hold you up. Eventually, you and your limbs were simply an empty suit. A slit formed down your chest.
A man came into the room, muttering and complaining about having to wear a new uniform for his job. He looked at you, rolled his eyes, and put you on. Being filled with another person was a transcendental experience and for a moment, you regretted not choosing to become a suit. That quickly ended when the man finished putting you on and stood in the middle of the room. You quickly vacuum-sealed to him and began to compress further, driving you and the others do ever greater heights of ecstasy. The man was trying to move until it happened, and you all collapsed into a pile of thread. All of you occupied the entire thread, and you could feel your former limbs, as well as the man, wrapped around your consciousness in rapture as you were wrapped around theirs.
You were quickly pulled up and wrapped onto a spindle, wondering why more people didn’t choose to do this. The spindle was pulled out of the room.