One big time space gangster down, but not the one you were really after, and you still needed to rescue that baby sex tentacle monster. You also needed to find a better way to phrase that. Now there was really no way forward but the elevator, so you made your way back and down. It really was hot as hell when the elevator reached its destination, but at least your suit was made of a more breathable fabric now? It was, admittedly, better than running around in a big tin can, but you still had massive sweat stains under your breasts and your bangs were dripping. Oh of course the suit "upgrade" came with long hair and bangs. Why wouldn't it?
Poking around, the first thing you found was some honest to goodness lakes of goddamn fire. No. No that wasn't happening. Poking around more, you found some dead ends, then a tunnel you could slither through (and honestly the awful temperature down here actually felt pretty nice as a snake woman. Hot rocks under your belly, yeah that was the stuff). This lead to yet another vending machine, which lead to the awkward question of how the hell you were supposed to insert capsules into a leotard. You felt around your back, your hips, your stomach, looking for any sort of pocket, before sighing and realizing that with this suit the perviest option was almost always correct. So you stuffed the capsule down between your tits. That seemed to do the trick. It disappeared... somewhere, and one thought-activation later, your ears migrated to the top of your head and elongated, your boots grew heels, and a you sprouted a fluffy little bunny tail. This was really getting ridiculous. You could jump twice as high with these, which was admittedly pretty great, and they seemed to work with everything but snake form, but... what the hell kind of cartoon logic was this? In what way did being some sort of casino bunny girl actually make you jump better? It also made your tits bounce around even more distractingly, because of course it did.
The bouncier jumps let you get past some rocks in a chamber that was just entirely too unreasonably hot. Again, lakes of damn fire. Or... well it was a liquid. And it obviously wasn't lava, that'd be absurd. It was actually probably something some alien secreted which was arguably worse than any of the alternatives, but the point is it was literally boiling, you were sweating your ass off in your stupid purple leotard, and you had to keep leaping over pools of it to make any progress.
Eventually after entirely too many twists and turns, you found a vending machine at the end of a stupidly long tunnel. There wasn't even anything else in there, it was like some passive aggressive bird jerk just wanted to make sure you got your cardio making it out to the thing. Anyway, this one wasn't too bad. Your ridiculous getup sprouted some cuffs and a collar somehow, for no reason you could tell other than completing the bunny girl look, and it covered your legs in some sort of... electro-muscular enhancement... OK let's be real, it gave you fishnets. Fishnets that let you run super fast. Which was handy because the whole tunnel prompted started flooding right after. What it didn't do was give you a proper sports bra, so booking it back out the tunnel really caused some painful jiggling... and you kept flailing your arms all girly instead of pumping them like you were trained to. Must have been weights in the little cuffs. Or your brain being rewritten by your kinky space leotard. One of those.