The Little Runaway Pancake Man

By Richard C.H. Davies

Warning this story contains: Shrunken Man, giantess, shrinking, point of view, aware, unaware, chase, animals, lick, soft vore, swallow

This story is a bit of a riff off the German folk tale of a runaway pancake, hope you enjoy:

Once upon a time, in a cozy little kitchen nestled in a quaint countryside cottage, there lived three women, they were sisters, despite their beauty and being in their early twenties they remained unmarried; which was frowned upon in the nearby village.

The three sisters Amelia, Mabel and Polly, ignored the gossip and kept themselves busy with farming their smallholding, tending to the animals and baking.

One day the eldest sister, Amelia, was alone in the cottage cooking a pancake. She used flour, a pinch of salt, 2 eggs, some milk and mixed all the ingredients together to make a lovely batter ready for the frying pan.

Amelia glanced out of the window, sorrowful. She loved living with her sisters but she so longed for a partner. Someone she could converse with… someone who would love her, and kiss her… she made a wish. She wished that she could have a man for herself.

A tiny little tear rolled down her cheek and dropped into the pan, mixing with the cooking pancake. Little did she know that a hint of magic lived inside her.

The pancake had been cooking for a while she decided the pancake needed turning over so she picked up the frying pan and tossed it up into the air. The pancake landed with a splat and sizzled away.

Amelia eventually slid the pancake onto a plate and went outside to fetch some fresh lemon for her pancake.

The pancake suddenly started to move and shift, it shuddered and shook, and strangely enough it contorted and compressed and changed into the shape of a tiny man.

The youngest sister was Polly, she had just turned twenty years old. She came back from digging out carrots, all muddy and grubby and hungry.

Polly spotted the pancake and stared in amazement at the sight of it turning into a tiny man. Wide eyed Polly approached the kitchen table. She looked around, nobody else was here.

She lowered herself down to the table and rested her head on her forearms, her giant face looking intently at the tiny man. He was only a couple of inches tall.

“Hello there little man,” Polly greeted him with a wide beaming smile. “What do we have here?”

The tiny man spun round on the plate, surprised by the sudden voice and huge face.

“Oh… hello there, I’m…” he stopped and seemed to wonder for a moment. “I’m not sure who I am…”

“You were a pancake a moment ago and then you… turned into a man,” Polly replied with a smile.

“Ooh… how strange…” the little man replied.

“You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?” Polly giggled, she reached out with an index finger and very gently poked him. He staggered back, but smiled all the same.

“What is your name?” he asked, looking confused.

“I’m called Polly,” she said. “I live here with my sisters Mabel and Amelia…”

“Amelia!” he cried out, jumping up and down in joy. “That’s my name, Amelia!” he danced around on the plate in relief and delight. “Thank you, Polly, I’m so glad I know my name…”

Polly laughed out loud, it was such a bellowing belly laugh, that it stopped him dead.

“No, silly. Amelia is my sister’s name… you’re a man…”

“Oh,” his head drooped. “I’m sorry… back to square one… but I seem to recognise the name Amelia… I seem to… love her… I think… what is love anyway?” he looked confused.

Polly giggled heartily.

“You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?” she giggled again. She gently reached out with her hand and plucked him up off the plate. He was slightly spongy to the touch, but he also felt… so real.

She brought the tiny man closer to her face, and smelled him… he smelled of pancake.

Her stomach rumbled noisily, it gurgled and roared.

“What’s that noise?” he asked curiously.

“Ooh… sorry,” Polly blushed with embarrassment, it wasn’t becoming of a woman to emit such noises. “That was my tummy,” she rubbed it with her hand to try and settle her stomach. “I’ve been working out on the farm all morning and I’m starving, and I came in for some food… and here you were… are…” she examined him with interest.

He looked like a tiny real moving man, but his texture also wasn’t human… it was strange… magical perhaps. Was she seeing things? She had a propensity to dream. Perhaps she was daydreaming. Mabel always told her off for daydreaming.

Mayhap she was out in a field right now snoozing and would soon feel Mabel’s boot giving her rib a sharp kick.

She couldn’t help but smell the tiny man.

“I think… I think I’m going to call you Joe,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Hmm, Joe…” he replied thoughtfully. “I like it, Joe… yes, that suits me, thank you Polly,” he nodded and bowed to her in her hand.

Polly’s nostrils flared as she smelled the fresh pancake smell. She was so hungry. Was the smell coming from him?

She looked at him and felt her salivary glands swelling and saliva pouring out of them and filling her mouth.

“Ooh, sorry,” she wiped some dribble away from her bottom lip. “I just… I’m sorry, do you mind if I just…” she trailed off, embarrassed.

“What?” He asked innocently. “I am happy to help you,” he replied.

“Oh… okay, do you mind if I just give you a little lick?” she asked him...

She asked innocently enough, and it seemed quite friendly and harmless to Joe. Why not? Sounded like fun. Perhaps that’s what people did around here… he didn’t have a clue. He had no memory of anything, anyhow.

“Sure, lick away,” he beamed. Her huge mouth suddenly opened and he saw her large dark pink and wet tongue slathering with saliva. His eyes widened when he realised what this mean. He leaned backwards as the tongue approached, but it met him all the same and she gave him a long and deep lick.

Joe felt himself covered in her muscular tongue and slathered with her saliva.

“Oh… that’s, what being licked is…” he stated in surprise, wiping her slick and sticky saliva away from his face and eyes.

“Hmm…” Polly moaned, nodding eagerly. “Yes… and… If you don’t mind me saying, you taste amazing…” her eyes rolled with delight and joy. “I thought I smelled pancake… and… it’s coming from you… you taste… so good…” her stomach rumbled noisily again. She looked very hungry; her eyes seemed to glitter eagerly.

Joe wasn’t so sure about all of this now.

“Okay, well… I’d best be off,” he stammered, sensing that this might not be so harmless after all. He didn’t know about these things, but it didn’t quite feel right to him.

“Nice to meet you Polly… do you think you can help me find your sister, Amelia? I love her you know; I think we’re meant to be together,” he bounced joyfully in her hand.

“Oh…” she looked forlorn. “But… I found you, I thought you could be mine…” she turned him over in her hands and examined his tiny body. He definitely looked like a man, he had… men’s bits… he just… tasted so good though. She had never licked a man before… perhaps that’s what they all tasted like?

What was the old rhyme sugar and spice and all things nice? … no, that wasn’t men… she shook her head, daydreaming again.

“Best be off,” he said jovially, and wriggled to try to get free.

“Oh, but won’t you stay a bit longer?” she begged him. “Please… I just… I just want to taste you one more time,”

“Thank you, but… no, I’d best be getting off,” Joe replied, slightly more anxiously this time.

Polly bit her lip hungrily.

“Please, just one little taste, one little bite?” she urged pleadingly.

Before she could say one more thing he jumped out of her hands and ran for the door.

“Wait!” Polly shouted after him, she ran after the tiny man as he scampered towards the door. He was a fast little thing.

Through the kitchen, Joe raced, slipping and sliding on the polished tiles, narrowly avoiding the clutches of Polly’s outstretched hands. Out the door he went, into the bright morning sunlight, his golden-brown surface gleaming as he tumbled down the front steps and into the garden.

However, Joe's escapade didn't go unnoticed.

“Hey, what’s that?” Mabel shouted to Polly who ran out of the kitchen chasing the tiny man.

“It’s a tasty little pancake man!” Polly replied with a wide beaming smile, “and I’m going to catch him and eat him up,”

Mabel shook her head, looking up at the clouds, and then down towards the cat at her feet.

“Silly girl she is, always dreaming and making silly stories up,” Mabel went back to her work in their vegetable garden.

Joe ran and ran, running past a number of other cottages along the little hamlet of houses.

The news of a runaway pancake spread quickly through the neighbourhood, and soon enough, he found himself being chased by a band of determined women. There was Mrs. Thompson from next door, with her apron flapping in the wind as she dashed after him, and Mrs. Peters from down the street, waving a spatula in her hand like a determined knight on a quest.

"Pancake man, pancake man, where are you going?" they shouted after him.

Joe answered, "I ran away from a woman called Polly, and I shall run away from you as well!" Joe kept running as fast as his little legs would take him.

But Joe was quick and agile, rolling and flipping his way through the path down from the little hamlet of houses with the grace of a seasoned acrobat. He dodged flowerpots and ducked beneath bushes, leaving his pursuers panting and bewildered in his wake.

As Joe ventured further from the safety of the cottage, he encountered a bustling marketplace filled with even more curious onlookers. The chase intensified as more and more women joined in, drawn by the excitement of the runaway pancake who looked like a tiny little man, but smelled absolutely amazing.

Through the marketplace streets, Joe darted, narrowly avoiding collisions with carts and baskets as he led his pursuers on a merry chase. Laughter and shouts filled the air as the spectacle unfolded, turning Joe's daring escape into a town-wide event.

He burst through the town and bumped into a fox on the outskirts, who said to him with hungry beady eyes, "Pancake man, pancake man, where are you going?"

Joe answered, "I ran away from a woman called Polly, and all of these other people, and I shall run away from you as well!" Joe kept running as fast as his little legs would take him.

Then he met a cow who was noisily munching in the field nearby. It too shouted, “Pancake man, pancake man, where are you going?”

Joe answered, “I ran away from a woman called Polly, and all of these other people, and a fox, and I shall run away from you as well!”

Joe kept running as fast as his little legs would take him until he met a dog. He said to him, “Pancake man, pancake man, where are you going?”

Again he said, “I ran away from a woman called Polly, and all of these other people, and a fox, and a cow, and I shall run away from you as well!”

Then somehow he had circled back round to the cottage, where he saw another woman picking some vegetables in an allotment that was fenced off.

Joe breathed heavily; he was getting so very tired.

“Hello there,” the woman greeted him warmly. She looked a lot like Polly, with a larger bosom bulging out of the top of her dress. “What have we here?”

“I’m called Joe,” he huffed and he puffed as he tentatively approached her, he was eyeing up the cottage. Perhaps Amelia was inside. His love…

“I see, I’m called Mabel, you’re a… little man…” she said quite startled.

“I ran away from a woman called Polly, and all of these other people, and a fox, and a cow, and a dog, and I shall run away from you as well!” he shouted out.

“What’s that?” Mabel replied, cocking her head. “I can’t hear what you’re saying…”

“I said… I ran away from a woman called Polly…” he cried out from where he stood on the path.

“Sorry little man, I can’t hear you,” Mabel crouched down and gestured to her ear. “You'll have to say it into my ear!”

“Oh… sorry,” Joe replied apologetically. He wandered over to the crouching woman.