Your burst into one of the changing rooms and lock the door behind you.
You hustle to take off your clothes and hurry into the suit. You look at your body once in the full-length mirror. Its not very impressive, even compared to the deflated suit.
You hold the huge thing up in front of you. Its richly muscled, with a great sixpack, a wide chest, and broad shoulders. The forearms are as thickly muscled as the biceps and trail off to huge hands. The thighs are nice and large leading down to large calves and huge feet. You stop at a sudden thought: What if its too big for me? Will bagginess affect the way the suit works?
Suddenly the whole thing seems doubtful. Can this really be possible? You finger the wide shoulders thoughtfully before shrugging and saying, "What the hell. I can dream", before stretching the suits thick neck open.
You push your feet into the costume and marvel at the comfort. It feels no diferent than putting on pants. The material appears to be really thick. Maybe that's how it looks so built even without anyone in it, you think. Your feet finally make it to the bottom of the costumes feet. You stand up, feeling your toes make it into each respective place, and start pulling the legs up.
You watch as the material sticks perfectly to your legs. Looking in the mirror looks odd, as your upper half looks disproportionately smaller than your lower half. It looks like the thickness of the material seems to have even given you some height!
You pull the stomach and chest up and feel the material stick to your stomach. You squeeze your arms in and realize that your stuck. You're able to move the left hand down a sleeve and push with all your might. Your arm seems to stretch the length of the arm until you feel your hands and fingers align in the costumes. You wipe your sweaty forehead with your available arm. You notice that you can feel the moisture as though it were your own arm. You grab the neck and stretch it out until you're able to pull your other arm free, and push it down the costumes arm.
You look in the mirror at your transformation so far. Your new body is huge and lean. You flex your fingers and realize they are completely real. You squeeze your huge pecs and you can feel your heart beat through them. Only one more step to go...
You pick up the mask and look into its empty dark eyes. Free's face isn't the most handsome, but certainly not the most ugly. A thick jaw, lined with stubble, slighly pointed ears, a shortly cut mohawk style, and minus an eyebrow, the words NOFUTURE tattooed in its place. You look at your face perched above the thick neck. You whisper a goodbye as you pull the mask over your head. The mask seems to heat up under your hands as you struggle to align everything correctly. As your breathing increases, the heat in the mask increases. Finally with one good pull, it goes down. You see through eyeholes at first. Then your vision blurs, and suddenly you're seeing clearly through no holes at all.
Standing in front of you is a naked, dead ringer of Free. You blink and notice your left eye has taken on a strange red design instead of a lense. You look around and feel for the seam, but it's disappeared. You poke and prod at your face but everything feels like real skin, and the feeling comes through as well. You realize you are actually Free!! You let out a overjoyed laugh that sounds mildy intimidating in your new low, rumbling voice.
From the other side of the door, you hear the owner ask, "Is everything to your liking?" Still enraptured by your changed form, you reply, "Completely! I don't even know how I can pay you for this though!" He laughs, and says, "I've told you before! This is an experiment, the costume is free!" He giggles at his own joke before continuing, "We have extra clothing for customers who choose our larger selections, would you like me to get you some?"
"Yes, please!" You say, overjoyed.