When the suit was finished, Peter looked at himself in the mirror. He was 
still massive, but now, somehow legitimate. Adult. Human. Suddenly realizing he’d been slumping for months, he stood up taller and straighter. He wanted
to show off his body in his new suit. His massive hands protruded from the dark 
sleeves, his toothy face rose from the collar, but it was all right. In a nearly 
perverse way there was something intriguing about him.