As the salesman, whoes eyes are as big as saucers, talks to Max, Jake sits on a near by chair to slip Max's strange socks on.
Max, now barefoot, wathces out the corner of his eye and inches closer to Jake so he can get a better view. He wanted to see if the socks woudl have the same
effect on Jake that they had on him--not only giving him this hot HUGE feet, but sparking in him the growing realization that feet, especially a guy's hot BAREfeet,
were a totaly turn on.
Jake slips the first sock over his right foot. He sits, there, unconsciously holding his breath, waiting for something to happen. When nothing appears to be going on
after a few seconds, he procedes to slide the second sock on to his left foot. He had guessed right: Max's socks must be at least size 17-18 as they are big on his
own size 16 feet.
As Jake walks over to Max to tell him he's crazy, he feels a slight tingle in his foot. Thinking it's just static electricity from walking across the carpet in his sock feet,
Jake keeps going. A couple more tingles and Max hasx reached the spot where Max is waiting for the sales clerk to return with the shoes he has picked out.
"Hey, Dude," Jake says, "you're totally full of crap. These socks are fine; they're just big to accomodate your big, water-ski feet."
"oh, really?" Max asks. "Then why do they fit you so well, Mr. I-Have-Size-16-Feet?"
"What?!?!" Jake cries. "Oh, NOOOOO!" Jake looks down at his feet and can tell easily that the socks fit his feet perfectly now. His size 16 feet were now at leat
size 18, JUST LIKE Max's now bare feet.