Pamela was, and always would be, a huge pancake fanatic. She made it a point to make herself a hearty stack of ‘em for breakfast every Saturday without fail. She’d make huge batches of them for company brunches and coworker birthdays. Whether they were buttermilk, blueberry, or chocolate chip, she always ate her fill of her favorite flapjacks. Her waistline could attest to her carb heavy diet, and no matter how much time she spent in her home gym she always had a bit of a tummy.
You could imagine her delight when she opened her mailbox and found a flyer for a new pancake restaurant in town. It was called Shortstack’s Pancakes, and it promised that their flapjacks were unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. Plus, first time visitors got their first order for free! How could she refuse?! She just simply had to hustle on down there and give them a taste!
In no time at all she got in her car and drove downtown to this new restaurant to get her free pancakes. It was a nice looking little diner on Main Street, blue paneling with white trim with Dutch windows. She parked by the curb and was about to walk straight in when she saw another woman stumbling out the door in a bit of a daze. She looked to be about three-and-a-half feet tall, and she was massaging her head like she’d just been bumped on it. Her proportions were strange for someone her height, with hips as wide as she was tall and breasts as big as basketballs resting atop a burgeoning belly. Her gait was a dizzy, teetering waddle and she looked about ready to fall over.
Pamela quickly caught the small stumbling woman before she fell into a puddle by the side of the storm drain. She helped the woman right herself and brought her to a nearby bench to sit down until she wasn’t quite so dizzy anymore.
“Th-thanks I think,” the woman said, still cradling her head, “It’s the strangest thing. I can’t remember what I was doing that gave me this weird headache. Lucky you were there to catch me before I fell in that mud. I don’t feel quite right… were my hips always this wide?”
“Oh dear, you might have a concussion,” Pamela supposed, “Let’s get you a ride to the hospital real quick. What’s your name, ma’am?”
“Denice,” the squat woman answered, “I… I think it’s Denice at least. My head’s still swimming.”
Pamela called an Uber for Denice and told her to rest until it arrived. “As for me, I have a date with a free order of pancakes from the new restaurant here.” She pointed at Shortstack’s Pancake.
“Oh dang, new pancake place?” Denice’s eyes widened, “Maybe I’ll check it out after I get this headache looked at. Strange though… I feel like I’m forgetting something when I look at that place…”
Satisfied with Denice’s safety, Pamela walked right into the pancake house. The door opened with the jingling of a bell as merry as the midday sun. The air smelled of vanilla and buttermilk and filled with the sound of batter frying on the griddle. The counter had a bell with a “ring for service” sign, so that’s exactly what she did. The second she rung that bell, however, the ceiling suddenly dropped at starting speed. It struck Pamela’s head and compressed her height down to three-and-a-half feet. Her hips suddenly tripled in width, her stomach bloated and pushed forward, and her breasts blimped up like water balloons. This all happened in the space of about half of a second. The ceiling rose back up as Pamela stumbled outside, head aching and stars swirling around her vision. She’d completely forgotten about her free pancakes, about there being a new restaurant in town, and about how tall she used to be.
“Oooooh my head,” she moaned as she stumbled to her car and clambered into the passenger seat, “What was I doing here today? What day is it even?” She looked down at her lap, her vision blocked by her new chest and belly. “Was I always this fat? I have been eating a lot of pancakes… Was it always so roomy in my car? Ugh… uuuurrrrgggghhhh this feels like a concussion. I need a lift to the hospital. No way am I driving myself like this!”