An Accidental Midriff

The Tummy Tutor

A bell echoed through the halls of the school and signaled the beginning of lunch. Students poured out from their classrooms in the usual manner. Many sprinted in the direction of the cafeteria. Others preferred to wait out the chaos inside the classrooms. Most, however, were happy enough to be out of class and met up with friends. The morning's academic lessons were quickly forgotten as they chatted, opened lockers, and savored what little time they had for themselves. 

One student struggled to traipse through the mob. His immense size was his most noticeable quality. You could spot him from a mile away—and his stench wasn't far behind. If you couldn't see him you would most definitely be able to smell him. To make matters worse, the hallway was tight, and there was barely any space to get by. What little room there might have been between the Blob and the wall was occupied by an entourage of belongings. Over one shoulder he lugged an over-sized backpack—though 'over-sized' is a remarkable understatement. 'Industrial camping bag' was more fitting. The bag was likely meant to carry a month's worth of survival gear rather than books and pencils. It was bulky. It was clumsy. And it somehow managed to smack every passer-by in the face as they attempted to squeeze past. 

They could try to go past his other shoulder, but that contained an obstacle of its own. Draped over back and arm was a massive jacket. The manufacturers must have invested three or four jackets-worth of fabric into creating this unnecessarily large...well, blanket would more adequately describe it. However, it was not soft nor silky, but coarse and had zippers plaguing almost every inch of it. Anyone choosing to undertake this trial would be met with the razor-sharp metal of steel zippers. The constant grappling with the over-the-shoulder jacket would send the razors zipping through the air and was enough to deter even the bravest of challengers. The forecast was warm and sunny, and yet, the sweater remained unfailingly on his person almost every single day. Today was no exception—though at the moment one of the sleeves dragged on the floor behind him. 

Despite the overencumberance, there was still one more thing that the lumbering beast carried. Wrapped clumsily around one arm was the strap of a camera. The DSLR hung hazardously from the end and received a bump from his fleshy knee with every step. He didn't seem to notice. Not the camera, not the backpack, not the sweater, not even the looks of contempt, disgust, and irritation. Very little penetrated his thick head. He surrounded himself in a protective layer of ignorance and negligence that acted as armor against any and all type of disdain. 

Nevertheless, the contemptuous looks were pointed in his direction, and though he didn't bother to entertain them, they did leave their mark. Josh's inability to integrate into a social group caused a scorn to develop for any and all social activities. He had never made a friend, and so he learned to live without them—though perhaps that train of thought had repelled any potential friendship. Food for thought. Hmm, food. 

The idea should come to no surprise; the thought of food was always sliding around somewhere in his head. He had memorized the menu for the entire month and remembered that today they were serving sloppy joe. The cafeteria was by no means deserving of a Michelin star, and the food for the most part was terrible, but sloppy joe was his favorite. Its ooey gooey texture mixed with just the right amount of brown chunk was like a five-star meal to Josh. Mmmm.  

His thoughts only became more enticing when he spotted something delectable amidst the horde of students. Making its way through the crowd was a gorgeous looking creature. Its red and white top stood out among the sea of beiges and browns that constituted a majority of the other students' attire. She was wearing a pair of blue light-wash jeans. But what stood out the most for Josh was that between the red and the blue was an exciting strip of soft and smooth looking skin. She was moving away from him and, as such, he could only see her from behind. Still, he could see the cute little shirt wrap around her squeezable love handles and could only imagine how much of her sexy lower belly was visible. The belly was the prize, but the teasing strip of exposed back inspired craving thoughts. Mmmm

It had only been a couple of days since her cheerleading try-out but Josh had been relishing the images that he had captured with his camera inside the locker room. Stephanie's belly was the only thing he could think of, and the possibility of seeing her lovely chubby belly again initiated a whirl of butterflies in his stomach. I have to see it. I gotta come up with a plan.