As Jake looks down at his new size 20 feet, still clad in Max's special socks, he feels like crying. How could such a thing have happened, he cries to himself? He
looks like a total freak...he'll never find shoes to fit and even if he did, he could never hide those hideoulsly huge feet.
Max sees Jake's shoulders fall and shake with his silent grief. Max walks over and puts his arm over Jake's shoulders and leads him away from the prying of the
fetish sales clerk. Max can guess what is going through Jake's mind at this point, since he was there just a few hours a go. He feels that he has a duty to comfort
Jake and show him that it's not all bad.
"Dude," Max says, sitting Jake on a chair and squatting in front of him, "buck up. It will all be ok."
"How?" Sobs Jake through tears. But as he asks, he notices that Max's feet don't look so freaky...in fack they look nice.
"Well..." Max temporizes. How can he tell Jake what other changes he's in for: the longing to be barefoot as much as possibe and the newly developing but ever
growing desire for FEET--other men's feet at that.
Even as he empathizes with Jake's anguish, Max longs to run his fingers along Jake's high arch, to tickle him lightly, and then play with his toes.
Just then, Max notices that Jake has quieted down. He looks up into Jake looking down at him with a strange expression on his face and says...