Honey's is Packed
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 99
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
Steve wasn't surprised to see Honey's packed with customers as he pulled in. It would be unusual to find any other way. The diner seemingly operated at 95% capacity around the clock. This thanks in large part due a very loyal group of regulars, one of them being Debbie herself.
Steve walked through the door to see that the place was buzzing. Waitress carrying large portion meals to booths filled with a myriad of people. It was a bit overwhelming for Steve who was really hoping for a quick cup of coffee and maybe a pastry should the mood strike him. He navigated his way to a the countertop. As he walked he heard snippets of conversations surrounding the giants jailbreak and subsequent rampage last night.
Steve managed to fit himself into the last open bar stool in the corner of the the counter away from all the gossip. He picked up the oversized menu and pretended to be heavily engaged in the specials but he was really just trying to hide his face from peering eyes.
"Hey darling. Welcome to Honey's. Home of the best breakfast in town. Can I start you with something to drink?" A cheery voice asked.
Steve put down his menu and notice a plump waitress with a brown bob cut looking at him. Her name tag read Cheryl.
"Yes. I'll just start with a hot, black coffee for now. Thanks." Steve said.
"Good choice. I'll bring that right over and you wave me down when you want some food." Cheryl said before she departed to attend to another customer.
Steve was happy it was so busy that waitress didn't have time for small talk. Right now all he wanted was a little caffeine in his system and some time to collect himself before he resumed his search.
Cheryl came back with his coffee within two minutes but decided against asking Steve if he wanted to order any food. Thankful, Steve began to sip from the warm diner mug and felt reinvigorated as the drink flowed through his body. In between sips he stared down into the mug of dark hot bean water. That's when he noticed it began to ripple. Steve wasn't the only one who noticed something going on. Plates set aside on racks for hungry customers began to shake from the vibrations. Waitresses carrying large platters of food began to lose their balance. Cheryl, his waitress from earlier, actually dropped a family of five's entire breakfast order on herself, covering the poor woman in syrup, bacon, sausage.
Steve knew what was coming before anyone one else did. After all this was Debbie favorite restaurant. It made sense she would come here for breakfast. What Steve didn't know was what kind of breakfast his wife was after.
The rumblings grew louder and more rapid. So did the screams from the streets outside. The patrons near the windows were the first to see big dirty feet attached to long legs that drifted up to the sky as they approached. Then when the heaviest quake settled just outside the entrance everything went silent. The momentary peace was broken when the sounds of stomping were replaced by the tearing of wood as the top of Honey's was torn open.
As the roof was ripped off Steve looked up and saw the now billboard sized face of his wife, Debbie. People screamed. Some fled for the doors but found the exit blocked by Debbie's gigantic thigh as she kneeled in front of the restaurant. Others tried to hide under their tables, hoping to make themselves scarce. Debbie just watched from above with intrigue and a look of hunger on her face.
Honey's best and biggest customer was about to chow down.
Steve walked through the door to see that the place was buzzing. Waitress carrying large portion meals to booths filled with a myriad of people. It was a bit overwhelming for Steve who was really hoping for a quick cup of coffee and maybe a pastry should the mood strike him. He navigated his way to a the countertop. As he walked he heard snippets of conversations surrounding the giants jailbreak and subsequent rampage last night.
Steve managed to fit himself into the last open bar stool in the corner of the the counter away from all the gossip. He picked up the oversized menu and pretended to be heavily engaged in the specials but he was really just trying to hide his face from peering eyes.
"Hey darling. Welcome to Honey's. Home of the best breakfast in town. Can I start you with something to drink?" A cheery voice asked.
Steve put down his menu and notice a plump waitress with a brown bob cut looking at him. Her name tag read Cheryl.
"Yes. I'll just start with a hot, black coffee for now. Thanks." Steve said.
"Good choice. I'll bring that right over and you wave me down when you want some food." Cheryl said before she departed to attend to another customer.
Steve was happy it was so busy that waitress didn't have time for small talk. Right now all he wanted was a little caffeine in his system and some time to collect himself before he resumed his search.
Cheryl came back with his coffee within two minutes but decided against asking Steve if he wanted to order any food. Thankful, Steve began to sip from the warm diner mug and felt reinvigorated as the drink flowed through his body. In between sips he stared down into the mug of dark hot bean water. That's when he noticed it began to ripple. Steve wasn't the only one who noticed something going on. Plates set aside on racks for hungry customers began to shake from the vibrations. Waitresses carrying large platters of food began to lose their balance. Cheryl, his waitress from earlier, actually dropped a family of five's entire breakfast order on herself, covering the poor woman in syrup, bacon, sausage.
Steve knew what was coming before anyone one else did. After all this was Debbie favorite restaurant. It made sense she would come here for breakfast. What Steve didn't know was what kind of breakfast his wife was after.
The rumblings grew louder and more rapid. So did the screams from the streets outside. The patrons near the windows were the first to see big dirty feet attached to long legs that drifted up to the sky as they approached. Then when the heaviest quake settled just outside the entrance everything went silent. The momentary peace was broken when the sounds of stomping were replaced by the tearing of wood as the top of Honey's was torn open.
As the roof was ripped off Steve looked up and saw the now billboard sized face of his wife, Debbie. People screamed. Some fled for the doors but found the exit blocked by Debbie's gigantic thigh as she kneeled in front of the restaurant. Others tried to hide under their tables, hoping to make themselves scarce. Debbie just watched from above with intrigue and a look of hunger on her face.
Honey's best and biggest customer was about to chow down.
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