An Accidental Midriff

The Tummy Tutor - Part 6

Stephanie walked into the locker room after a not-so-hard work out. Despite it being running day, she was not in a running mood. Though that was usually the case, it was moreso this time. She had been humiliated at lunch in front of the whole school. I'm a loser. People laughed at her and had given her looks of pure disgust. Deep down, she was a shy girl, and being the center of attention was like being at the threshold of hell. She couldn't so much as drop a pencil in the middle of class without feeling like the spotlight was on her—and she would do anything to get out of it. 

The locker room was just about empty by that time. It made sense; the quicker you ran, the quicker you'd be done with the mile. Most of the other girls had already changed and headed out. She was the last one. 

Stephanie opened her locker and was taken aback by the stench of sloppy joe that invaded her nostrils. Yuck. Her pretty red and white striped shirt was a gooey brown mess. She had stuffed it in the corner to ensure that it wasn't contaminating her spare shirt. Interestingly, the extra shirt was bundled messily, not folded nicely like it always was. She shrugged it off and pulled it out.

To her astonishment, the shirt was... different; the bottom part of the shirt especially. Where there was once a beautifully detailed mesh trim there was nothing but a cropped, creased hem. It seemed to have been cut, to the point where it looked like it was a little kid's shirt. She knew that she didn't do it. She almost never cropped her shirts; and even when she did, she always made sure the cuts were straight. But this was done sloppily. Perplexed, she almost decided to wear her P.E. shirt but immediately thought against it. The day she wore her P.E. shirt on purpose was the day her withering popularity would completely evaporate from existence. Hesitantly, she tried on Josh's creation. 

She looked in the mirror and examined her outfit. The bottom hem barely reached her gloriously deep belly button. She blushed at the thought of revealing her belly for everyone to see. To make matters worse, she knew that if she lifted her arms or even her shoulders the tiniest bit, the shirt would rise and reveal even more of her slightly chubby belly. Her jeans were a similar horror story. They seemed to have gone through their own trauma. Where there was once comforting denim, there were now gaping holes. It's either this or the P.E. shorts. Huge portions of her deliciously smooth thighs were exposed. And the fact that they were low-rise did not help her situation one bit. They sat low on her naturally wide hips and showcased a generous amount of her lower tummy. She pulled her jeans up as high as they would go and tugged her shirt as hard as she could. In the end, she managed to just barely cover her bellybutton. But a good portion of her mouthwatering lower tummy remained exposed. Well, at least school is over so I can't get dresscoded. But the thought of someone cutting her shirt still lingered in her mind. Who would do this? There would be plenty of time for speculation later. For now, she grabbed her things and headed out the door, her hand covering a portion of her midriff. 

She was surprised that no one noticed her. After the debacle in the cafeteria she was sure people would be on the lookout for her just for the chance to point and laugh. She was about to walk out the gate when she remembered her tutoring plans with Josh. Shoot! I can't believe I said yes. She looked down at her exposed belly. Her chub protruded out in the cutest way, and the bottom of her bellybutton was just barely peeking out. Oh no... I am definitely not dressed appropriately. In this outfit?? With that creep? Alone in a study room? She had noticed how he always looked at her belly whenever she had worn smaller shirts, and he also had a weird habit of pointing it out. She cringed at the thought of that sleazebag staring at her. But... I HAVE to pass this Spanish test. And she had already said yes. After pacing restlessly for a couple of seconds, she groaned and began making her way to the library. 

Josh sat in the empty study room waiting impatiently. Where IS she? He hoped he hadn't cut the shirt too short. There was always that risk. Maybe I went too far. Maybe she's gonna flake on me. Fuck! He had worked too hard for this. The little tease at lunch was not enough. He daydreamed about her walking into the study room with her arms above her head, perhaps tying her hair in a ponytail, while wearing that little shirt he had created. She'd be showcasing that beautifully smooth belly. That luscious, round lower tummy. And that deliciously deep belly button. She had looked so appetizing in her little cheerleading uniform during her try out. He clasped his hands together and prayed she would come. Minutes felt like hours until finally, he heard the door open.