She smirked, turning to him, as she then walked off, still completely naked. She found two large crates, quickly opening them both up, and dragged out a huge rubber material of sorts, as she then slunk it on through a gap. This was meant to be compaible with her suit even when fully inflated- and it meant that indeed, it got a huge volume. She'd been working on this for a while, and gotten it to be almost a shape of her, or at least...well, be adapted. She could still let rip and direct it correctly, with a methanol bottle embedded in the "feet" of the suit, while a pair of straps held her in. But for this circumstance, it had big booty. For balancing her weight...and well, distinguishing apart. She was semi-inside of it, able to control the direction of the "feet" and the "arms", as it was based almost off an anthromorphic design, minus the head. She was immersed, and could still kick out her arms and legs if needed. Taking the open valve on the rear, she backed up into the large helium tanks, weighted down with a significant volume of lead. It began inflating. She didn't want to become too large, she'd just float off into the distance. No, she just needed about a quarter. And the volume would be there. It began filling quickly, the hissing noise extremely loud but bringing her to bear. She cut the valve off by walking forwards, her hops light, as she smirked, looking at Victor.
"Well....you think that was all? This will be lighter, but no less overwhelming." She said evilly, making a large but controlled leap, aware that it wasn't enough to get airborne or miss him, or catch any wind, or trip. She widened the legs and practically landed between him, the material rubbing, as she knew what next.

She let the "legs" of the suit collapse, as she leaned back, rear first into Victor's face. She let it right down between, the crack of her "rear" on the suit even simulated to hers. She knew a time like this would come, and besides, it was perhaps just a feminine touch. 
"It's a lot, isn't it...now, let's see how you like this." She said, as she then let one last one go. It was long, it went on for almost 30 seconds, vibrating the reinforced inflated rubber, modified to actually withstand non-point blank bullets. She groaned, letting it all go, as she exhaled, stopping. She kept on him for at least five minutes, aware he would have hard breathing, but he wouldn't be suffocating. 

Natalie then eased off, standing in front after those precious minutes of the suit heating up rapidly from her rear and the baking sun, the matt stealthed-out black rubber picking up the last sun fast.
"That...is what I have." She said, smiling, as she then stood tall in front of him, aware she stood taller than him for once, thinking to herself.
"You want to try this? Or...well, you want to ride? I have some netting on the back of this, you can see what it's like to ride your fiancee, hehe." She said, aware that there was another one that she had brought for Victor, something she had asked the technicians to make. This was meant to be a cargo lifting system initially, to ferry equipment for Russian Black Ops operators very far behind enemy lines, just a simple balloon that couldn't be detected by radar, could be directionally sent via the propellers, and frankly, would get the cargo to a location without noise, or any significant sighting- it was intentionally half the size to carry essentially a whole operating kit. This was scaled up, to take a human operator, and in particular, Natalie's weight. She'd got one quietly done for Victor, just a bog standard one, if he wanted a crack at this. And right now, this all went through her head as a backstory, as she knew that this was setting his pools of adrenaline off. Moving off, she headed back to the tanks, in a particular leap that almost covered 20m, before she hit the sand, aware she didn't have it fully inflated. Now that would lift her whole suit, and completely naked like now, it would whisk her upwards so fast she'd never be able to tell. Taking on another quarter, she looked over, smirking, as she started the propellers, the very small motors spinning up on the endings of the "legs" and "arms", and one just above her rear. It was positioned well- her blast would be amplified, as such, and altitude or movement was significant.
"Hmmm....I'm feeling a bit light, if you know what I mean." She said, giggling a little, in a softer way than the hard Russian would normally.