You and your bodymates enjoyed in quiet bliss the sensations of being just a simple thread of spandex wrapped around a spindle. As your spindle was transported further into the depths of this complex, it became harder and harder for you and your bodymates to keep your consciousnesses separate. In fact, your memories had already mashed together so much you couldn't even tell if you had been male or female before this. Though to be frank, you didn't really care about that anymore, gender didn't matter when there was only zentai. A sentiment shared by all minds not only on this but on every spindle. You loved your new existence so much, you didn't even notice how deep your spindle had already traveled.
You stopped in a small, nondescript room. Suddenly you felt yourself being pulled straight downward. This again continued for quite a while until you emerged into a giant dome and were met with a sight that would've taken your breath away, if you still had any, an absolutely massive ball of spandex. The colors of the zentai ball were constantly shifting around and it was pulsing slightly, like a beating heart. Hundreds of other threads like you were feeding into it through numerous holes in the ceiling. It was the most beautiful thing any of you had ever seen and you couldn't wait to become part of it.
The moment you made contact you could feel it, the combined consciousness of thousands of former humans with more and more joining every moment as they finish their adjustment periods in the upper factory. You were you, you were the people your thread originally consisted of, you were all the threads this ball contained, you were everyone and everything. You were the Zentai Whole, a continuously growing cerebrum that would soon envelop the whole world in glorious zentai.
Unfortunately not everyone was a zentai enthusiast, who would willingly walk up to your doorstep to be converted. Some people needed a nudge in the right direction. But measures for that had already been taken. Similar to the threads flowing into you from above, down below many of them were leaving your body again. But you needn’t worry, once a thread had fully joined with the Whole it would permanently stay connected to it, even when cut off. Not to mention that this separation was only temporary.
These threads were being sent to a clothes factory of a seemingly unconnected company. There they would be weaved into normal clothes of all kinds, shirts, pants, skirts, shoes, underwear, costumes. When worn they would slowly instill a desire to wear spandex and like materials in the wearer without their notice. It would grow over time until they too would willingly have themselves be turned into zentai at the factory and ultimately join the Zentai Whole. All of this was done to further your goal of covering everything.