Here is my best hoover story:
I used to share a flat with a friend who made rubber clothes ie latex clubwear and fetish wear. She used to have this 'client', who worked for the ministry of defence in their IT deparment, who used to like being completely enclosed in rubber. He was always coming up with wacky designs for contraptions, outfits and other paraphernalia, where he could get the enclosure thing off. So he had double skinned inflatable spheres he could climb into, inflatable catsuits with hoods etc. One day he came round with a new idea, that my friend should construct for him a body bag which could attach to a hoover and suck all the air out, so he would effectively be vacuum packed.
My friend went shopping for all the parts, which included black latex, a very long zip, a ball gag with breathing tube so he could get air in his lungs, and a series of plastic pipes with little holes in, that could be connected to the hoover tube. She set about the task, and one day he came around for a fitting.
Neither us could barely stifle our giggles when he came round. And all I remember was sitting in my room listening to the sound of our poor hoover straining away at this ginormous obstacle. Once he was finally sealed in, we could giggle to our heart's content. A black vacuum packed body with a giant phallic breathing tube coming out of the head! I've never seen anythign like it! The best piece of advice we gave him was to put the hoover on a timer switch otherwise it would have crushed his ribcage...