An Accidental Midriff

The Tummy Tutor - Part 5

The impact... was the catalyst that would put into motion the gears of a lustful plan. The nefarious mission was born in the hopelessly infatuated mind of Josh, but it required careful design and organization. After he had parted ways with Stephanie, he got to work. 

10 Minutes Before Impact 

Step 1: Scout

Josh was huffing and puffing when he arrived at the (already) crowded cafeteria. Abandoning his everyday routine, he ignored the line, which was already beginning to snake around a couple of benches. Instead, he headed deeper within the jungle of chaotic students. Using his massive size to his advantage, he peered over most everybody. His entire body swiveled as he looked around; a result of his non-existent neck. He scoped through the crowds and finally found him. Sitting on a bench in the far end of the cafeteria was Timmy. 

7 Minutes Before Impact

Step 2. Recruit

Like in every school, the cafeteria was split into zones that were categorized by popularity. Cool kids sat in the middle; the spotlight—where everyone could see them. The stoners were by the windows where a puff of smoke could be seen evaporating into the air. Near the lunch line were the skaters, who practiced their tricks on a couple of vandalized benches. Across the room were the greasers, who were just a couple steps from the bathroom; making it easier to reapply hairspray. The goths sulked in another corner. And finally, in the last corner, was the almighty realm of the geeks. Timmy sat at the edge of a lunch table in front of a sad-looking plate of grub. He looked up as Josh's obese form approached. Two scrawny nerds were chatting but flinched and took off running when Josh raised a fist at them. The other nerdy kids at the table seemed to scatter like a flock of pigeons as Josh plummeted onto the metallic bench. Timmy, however, stood his ground and managed to squeak, "Hiya, Josh."

"Timmy, just the guy I was looking for."

"Me?" Then his face lit up brightly, revealing a metallic smile. "Did ya put me in the front!? The front of the marching band?! Aww Josh I knew! I knew you would do it!"

Josh grimaced sarcastically. "Well, you know, you're kinda asking me for a lot."

"I.. I am?" stuttered Timmy. 

"Uh, well yeah no shit. Who wouldn't want to be in the front? Do you have any idea how many trumpeters, drummers, and percussionists I get on a daily asking me if they can be moved up to the front? It's a high demand and low supply my friend. I've been given way more than what you're offering my friend. It is a very long list."

"Really? Oh, well..." Timmy looked down at his lunch in defeat. 

"But," Josh said, grabbing a tater tot from Timmy's tray, "there is something you can do for me that might just bump you up to the top of that list." 

Timmy's face lit up. "Anything! Oh, I'll do anything you know that! Just say the word."

Josh grinned slyly. "Well, do you know Stephanie?"

Timmy's eyes glanced up at the ceiling. "Umm, yeah. She's a cheerleader now right? She's cute." he blushed. "What about her?"

"Yes, that's the one. Listen carefully. She's going to walk through those doors with a plate of food. I need you to 'accidentally' trip into her and have her spill everything onto herself."

Timmy's eyes went wide with disapproval. "What? Why would I do that? What do you have against her? No way, I'm out. I'm not getting involved." 

Josh slapped a tater tot out of Timmy's hand just as he was about to eat it. "Listen to me you little..." he paused, "... ahem, look. Do you want to be in the front row or not? I can make it happen real easy if you do this one thing for me."

"B..but that was never part of the deal!"

"Yeah, well the deal has changed." Josh stared at Timmy with his tiny beady eyes. "Are you gonna be just another random band geek standing in the back row where no one will ever notice you? Or are you gonna be in the front, and be the leader you were always destined to be? It's your choice." He popped another one of Timmy's tots into his mouth. 

Timmy thought about it for a moment—and then made his decision. 

1 Minute Before Impact

Step 3: Execution

Student after student trickled into the cafeteria with their plates of food. Not far from him, the skaters were practicing their kickflips. Timmy chewed his nails nervously. Am I really about to do this? He felt bad for Stephanie. It wasn't like he knew her. He had barely ever talked to a girl in his life. Girls were always mean and cold. Stephanie was different though. He remembered one day when one of the jocks from the football team had slapped a binder right out of his hand. Papers went flying everywhere. Everyone laughed as he scrambled to collect his papers and put them into the binder again, but the spine had shattered on the concrete floor and wouldn't stay shut. Papers kept constantly falling out. Only one person stepped up to help him. Stephanie. She walked up to him and handed him a hair tie. "It's not a rubber band, but it should keep it closed." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled as she spun around and walked away. It worked, and the small, black elastic band prevented the papers from falling. He kept it in his room. It still smelled like her. 

His daydream was interrupted by the sight of a pretty girl in a red and white striped shirt. The shirt was a little small on her, and a sliver of her tummy peeked out in the most seductive way. Her low-rise jeans hugged her hips tightly. She's beautiful. He saw her talking with Ben—a tall and handsome looking guy. He'd taken a couple of classes with Ben, and he was actually a pretty funny and cool dude. He was accepting of all people, and was all around pretty likable. He couldn't lie, they made a great couple. 

So why am I doing this? Timmy noticed Ben leaving. The opening was right there. But instead, he began walking away. Screw Josh. Screw the band. If this is what it takes then it's not worth it. 

"YO!" a shout came, and Timmy looked up. But it was too late. A skater had missed his jump and the board was sliding wildly toward him. Timmy had no time to react. His foot slipped onto the board and before he knew it, he was wobbling uncontrollably right toward Stephanie. His face was overcome with an expression of horror, and the only thing he could do was scream. 

"WATCH OUT!"

And then... the impact. 

Food exploded off the tray and sloppy joe rained onto Stephanie. Black and brown stains dotted the entirety of her red and white striped shirt. She could only stand in horrified awe as she realized the entire cafeteria had turned to witness the catastrophe. Laughter broke out not one second later. She looked at Timmy, who was sprawled on the ground below her. She couldn't hear a word over all the laughter but she read his lips. Sorry. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she took off running toward the P.E. locker room.

Josh observed from the back of the cafeteria, and didn't even try to hide the sly grin on his face. 

The bell rang, and lunch was over. Josh made his way to the locker rooms and waited for everyone to leave. He saw Stephanie walk out with her P.E. shirt on. She was still wiping tears from her eyes. Tsk tsk tsk poor girl. But, this is what happens when you wear crop tops. 

As soon as everyone was gone, he sneaked in. He couldn't lie, all of the time he had spent as a teacher's pet and helping out the coaches was starting to pay off. He went into the vacant P.E. office and grabbed the master key, which could open any P.E. locker. Stephanie's locker looked just like the rest. But, what lay inside was truly one of a kind. He opened it and grabbed the sweater she had stashed away. So this was your plan to get out of showing a little belly? The sweater was made of a black stretchy fabric with large silver buttons going down the front. It was a cute piece, but it was hardly the slutty outfit that Josh had been fantasizing about. This won't do. I need to make a couple adjustments.  He pulled a pair of scissors out of his backpack. I think this sweater is just a bit to long...