They arrive at the hotel

As they continued their drive, the car filled with a mix of anticipation and awkward silence. Peter stole glances at Walter, still unable to fully comprehend the transformation. The brown catsuit hugged Walter's body tightly, accentuating every curve and muscle, creating an image that was both fascinating and slightly unnerving for Peter.

Walter, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having on his son, continued to hum a tune under his breath, his hands confidently gripping the steering wheel. The city lights blurred into streaks as they sped towards their destination, the hotel looming ever closer on the horizon.

Finally, they pulled up in front of the grand hotel, its neon sign casting an eerie glow over the entrance. Walter parked the car and turned to Peter with a smirk. "Well, here we are, kiddo. Ready for our little adventure?"

Peter nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. He watched as Walter exited the vehicle, the brown catsuit stretching taut across his thighs and ass.

Peter couldn't help but stare, his amazement growing with each wobble of Walter's perfectly rounded rear end.

As Walter walked away from the car, Peter remained seated, his eyes glued to the swaying hips and firm ass encased in the tight brown catsuit. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin, and his cock began to harden, pressing uncomfortably against his pants. He shifted in his seat, trying to find relief, but the sight of 'Seven's posterior was too enticing to ignore.

Dirty thoughts flooded Peter's mind as he imagined that ass during lovemaking. He pictured himself running his hands over the smooth fabric, feeling the firm muscles beneath. His imagination ran wild with visions of him grabbing and squeezing, of pulling the attractive blonde close and feeling the heat between them.