"Well, if you are so fascinated and turned on by it, we should give you a pair of big ol' clown feet of your very own." He suggested.
"You mean I'D have the big feet," she said with a look of wonder on her face. "I guess that'd be something to try."
"Let's do it, sweetie. Put em up on the table, let's see what we are working with."
She maneuvered her legs and swung hers up to the table like his and noticed how small they were in comparison. The feet would always seem big to her considering she had them wrapped all around her, but it was funny to note.
"Alrighty," he said digging into his bag and pulled out a small bottle of cream. "Rub some onto those feet and watch em' grow. A dab'll do ya." he noted.
She took the cream and began to smear it on the feet, rubbing it in like it were suntan lotion and then sat back as they began to tingle and watched as with an inflation sound like a balloon's rubber stretching, the feet were, well, stretching. The toes lifted up in the air and began to pull up, taking the whole foot with it, and her dainty feet were now twice as long, and starting to get wider too, toes flaring out as they still stretched upward.
She reached over and touched them with her hands, feeling the flesh start to thicken in her fingers. They were big, massive even, but Roly-Poly's were bigger when it came down to it. They stopped stretching and she now had feet thrice as big as before.
"Holy. Shit. Man. Look at em!"
"Wow, you must be very proud." he joked slapping her on the shoulder.
"Well.."