I think most of us rubber pervs have dreamed of space suits that are skintight and latexy, with cool bubble helmets or close-fitting helmets. NASA did some research in the 1970s looking for more flexible suits with greater mobility. There were research papers on the subject posted (Wikipedia: Space Activity Suit).
There are a few literary depictions of skintight space gear. In Efremov's "The Hour of the Bull", Earth astronauts use skin-tight spacesuits which feature a panty-shaped "waste destructor" (basically, a diaper with unlimited capacity), which allows for suit wear for weeks.
Sergei Pavlov's "Moon Rainbow" series features in later installments the "spacesuit" that is literally secreted from the body, turning the wearer into a Chrome Champion. It's actually a layer of a symbiotic living nanomachines that could be psychically controlled by their host.
Peter F. Hamilton's "Night's Dawn" trilogy includes space-suits that are made of programmable silicon or somesuch - they hang around as a black blob until activated, at which point they spread over the body of the user (tightly enough to avoid decompression in hard vacuum).
Nice stuff! Still no great depictions of such on celluloid...on the male form. Is it possible the cinema version of Splinter Cell might show Sam Fisher in skintight latex? Time will tell.
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