I Hope You Like Pancakes!

Anonymous Commission

Written by Hugo Prosperio. 

The store had not been there the day before, or the day before that. Of that much, Jesse was certain. He looked around, confused at the little shop that was wedged between two taller buildings. It had a red and white striped awning over the door, and a sign that read “Come on in.”



Jesse brushed his dark hair out of his eyes and tucked it behind an ear, and then let curiosity get the better of him and he stepped forward through the door, and was quite startled when a loud horn went off.



“Ah, don’t mind that. Just let us know we have visitors!” said a voice coming from the strange man dressed as a clown who was standing behind the checkout counter. He poked the head of a clown-themed bobble head toy on the counter, which giggled, and he stepped out. A skinny man in a blue three piece suite covered in sparkles. His hair was also blue and slicked into an Elvis-like pompadour, and he had a wide grin as he approached.



“I’m Chuckles, pleasure to meet you. Who might you be?” the clown said, offering a gloved hand.



“Oh, I am Jesse,” he said, taking the clown’s hand, and the clown shook it vigorously.



“Well, Jesse, welcome to my exciting and energetic emporium of clowny conundrums and silly surprises! Here we have all sorts of goodies for the curious at heart!”



“Oh, I thought it was just a gag gift shop.” he said, looking around.



“Well, we have gags and gifts, so I suppose you are right, Jesse. Let me show you!” he said. He began to walk down an aisle of items, all of which seemed like toys, plastic baubles or gimmicks that were not worth much. Jesse smiled as he saw a toy wand that had a plastic star at the tip, and he chuckled. “Cute.” 

He picked it up and waved it dramatically before tapping himself on the head. “Bibbity boppity…” he started saying before he felt…strange.



Chuckles turned around and looked at the young man and smiled. “Oh, you found my Gender Swap Wand!” he said with a giggle. “That’s a fun one. Really lets you see what life is like on the…other side, so to speak.”



“Other side?” Jesse said with a warble in his voice. “Gender swap?!”



“Yes, I didn't want to name it something vague and confusing, so it says what it does on the tin!” he giggled. 

Suddenly, Jesse felt a strange sensation in his chest as his pectoral muscles began to tingle and swell, becoming less muscular and more round, growing larger and rounder by the second. “Wh..what is happening?”



“Oh my, you really were not paying attention. It’s a gender swap wand; it swaps your gender. So you were a boy, and I think the result will be obvious.” He said, looking down at Jesse’s chest, making their shirt tent outwards. Similarly, his hips felt strange as they cracked and stretched outward, while his waist thinned, bowing inward. His shape was changing dramatically, and it did not hurt, but it did feel very strange. His height shifted a bit, dropping a bit lower towards the ground and his weight shifted a bit to put more emphasis on his rear end, which was swelling up, and his newly developed chest that was still growing larger still.



“Oh, it’s doing wonders, my friend,” Chuckles said with a proud smile. “I was wondering how effective it would be.” 

“This…is insane! I am turning into a girl?!” he squeaked, his voice shifting in tone as it got higher, softer-sounding. His hair began to lengthen and curl as it spread down towards his enlarged rear end. He then felt a strange twitch in his lower region and gasped as with a sudden pull, he became a she, truly.



“Oh my god! You can undo this, right?” she asked as her body finished changing and she stood there, now totally a woman in ill-fitting men’s clothing. 

“Oh, of course, but you could also have more fun, you know. After all, you just became a woman. Might be interesting to give yourself a look-see in the mirror!” He said as he led her over toward a full-length mirror to do just that. Long curly dark hair, breasts that were at least C-Cup in size, and a cute little waist.



“Oh wow, this isn’t so bad,” she said, looking, turning and admiring herself.



“See! Now feel free to try another item, free of charge. Just be careful not to touch an empty space on the shelf, okay?!” he said,



“You got it!” she said as she looked around and saw the shelves lined with all sorts of goofy products. There was a shrinking soda, a ballooning bubblegum, and then she saw one that caught her eye, a round glass flask with a fizzy blue liquid inside that had a label that read “Plumping Potion.” 

“Plumping Potion. Does this also do what it says on the tin?” She asked with a smirk.



“See, now you are getting the hang of this place. It sure does. Be mindful of how much you drink; a little plump goes a long way, my dear.” Chuckles stated as he sat down behind the counter to watch her enjoy herself. 

She uncorked the flask and lifted it to her lips, pondering, contemplating, but then she 

decided to say screw it and began to drink the flask, greedily sipping the blue fluid down.



“Oh, well, I guess caution has gone to the wind, I see.” Chuckles said with a big grin as the girl set the now-empty bottle down, letting out a comically loud burp.



She then felt the tingles again, this time stronger than had come with the magic of the wand, and her body began to shiver, then wobble as her belly bloated outwards in one swoop, going from flat tummy to beer gut in seconds, and still growing well beyond.



“Whoa!” she giggled as her lower half began to join in, her ass and thighs blowing up fast and in equal proportions to her belly, thickening and widening, her hips stretching to match.



“My god.” she said.



“Powerful stuff, and you went for the gusto!” Chuckles noted. “Hey, I have to step out back for a moment, enjoy yourself, and as I said, don’t touch an empty spot on the shelf, okay?”



Jesse nodded, too filled with euphoric sensations all over to really pay that much attention. Her once ill-fitting man's clothing was now tight and stretched all over. Her feet were aching to burst out of the shoes she was wearing as they also filled with chub, and her hands thickened to sausage-like proportions as she held them up to marvel at them. She kicked off her shoes towards the shelf and smiled down at her chubby little piggies.



“I am really fat. This is crazy. How is this place even real?” she said.



She was now very clearly well over 300 pounds and still climbing. In the mirror, she turned and saw her face start to plump up as well, cheeks getting round and cherubic, her chin swelling and gaining a new friend, and then a third. Her eyes almost looked as if they were squinting from the fat, and even her forehead bulged a bit from the weight on her face. She looked almost cartoonishly fat, like something out of a silly sci-fi movie or something. She poked and prodded her face with curiosity and delight.



“If my friends could see me now, what would they even say?” She asked as she admired her new body in the mirror. The clothing finally gave up the ghost and split off, leaving her mostly nude, but she didn’t seem to care much about that. She simply smiled and walked back to the shelves to perhaps see if there were any other interesting items.  

As she stepped with a thick, heavy foot, she didn’t notice the shoes she had discarded, her belly in the way of her view, and as she stepped on one, she started to lose her balance. “W…woah….hey” she said waving her arms. With all the new weight, she was terrified of crashing to the floor. She might just crash THROUGH it. So she reached out her hand, trying to grab onto something, anything to stop her from falling. 

Her hand hit an empty part of the shelf, and forgetting the warning of the clown, she grabbed hold. And then suddenly she felt a rush of wind, and she was no longer standing in the store, it seemed. The world around her was large and wooden. She then turned and gasped. She realised that she was still very much in the store, but was now standing on the shelf, small, shrunken. She stood atop a white plate and felt cold, and very odd, her body starting to tingle again.



“Oh dear,” she muttered. 

Her large, fat form began to spread out again, but it wasn’t getting fatter. It was getting softer, she noticed, and doughier, as she felt her legs start to sag a bit and lower her down towards the plate, her massive ass plopping down and spreading out to take up ample space.



“What’s happening to me?” she muttered with a strange look around as her arms pulled into her form, as the rolls of fat seemed to separate a bit, like there were layers of flab on top of layers of flab, stacked atop each other like…

“...pancakes.” she thought to herself. Jesse began to look down and noticed that she was sweating profusely, the sweat running down her face and onto her body in thick ribbons of brown sticky goo and warm white-yellow streams as well. “Butter. And Syrup,” she gasped. “I really am becoming pancakes!” she said in a panic. 

Her chest had grown significantly, breasts thickening and widening, and they looked almost like two fluffy japanese style pancakes stacked atop the pile of pancakes her belly and torso had become. She couldn’t see past them very well, and she knew she was trapped on the plate, unable to move. Her head sank into the squishy, doughy form she had become, settling into a divot, her eyes darting around wildly as she assessed her wild situation. 

She tried to move, but her legs were not of any use, and her hands flapped uselessly at her sides as her body plumped and spread upward, stacking taller with multiple layers of flapjacked flesh. “What am I supposed to do now? Oh. The Clown!” she said. 

As if on cue, the sound of someone humming began to fill the store and footsteps from the back entering the aisles could be heard as well.



“Now then, where do you get off to?” came the booming voice of the clown. “Hello?” 

He turned the corner down the aisle and saw Jesse’s abandoned clothing on the floor, and then looked at the plate sitting on the shelf. “Oh my.”



He walked over and looked down at the strange human-breakfast food hybrid and sort of giggled before covering his mouth. “I am sorry,” he said, trying not to smile or laugh.



“What happened?”



“Well, I did say not to touch the shelves. They are enchanted and if someone or something touches them, it fills the empty space with what the shelf thinks it needs, which, as you can see, is a touch unpredictable. I’ve never seen it make a plate of pancakes before.  Toys, props, even shrunken clowns, but never breakfast!” he said, still trying not to laugh, but the corners of his mouth were curled into a devious smile.



“Well, this is certainly not how I saw my day going, so I’d like to turn back now.” Jesse stated.



Chuckles nodded and smiled. “Well, the weight gain? Easy fix. The whole becoming a girl thing can fix that right as rain, but this,” he said, gesturing to her. “Well, that might not be something that can be fixed so easily.”



Jesse’s small eyes bugged out of her skull for a moment. “What? Am I stuck like this? No, no, you can’t let me stay like this, please, Mr. Chuckles.” 

He patted her head with his hand, then licked the syrup off, nodding in approval at its flavour. 

“Of course, dear. I will try my best to help, though. In the meantime, just make yourself comfy on the shelf, relax, and maybe soak up some of that sweetness you are emanating. It might just make you feel better about this whole thing.”



Chuckles left the aisle and began to look around the shop, for what Jesse knew not, but she assumed it was to help her out. 

She then sat there and felt a bead of the syrup sweat drip down her face and land on her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked up the goo, and then her eyes widened, a smile spreading across her plump pancake face.



“Ooooh!” she said, finally feeling a moment of calm come over her. It was sweet, flavorful, and just downright delicious. 

She grinned. 

“I taste good.”