An Accidental Midriff

The Tummy Tutor - Part 8

One. By. One. Stephanie worked her way up slowly as she did her best to fill out the abstruse and borderline nonsensical sentences on the board. As she did so, her little sweater teased the creamy lower belly that had plagued Josh's thoughts all day. He fell into a trance as the bottom hem ebbed and flowed, but nevertheless rose upward, revealing more and more of her tormentingly delicious belly. The bottom swell of her pudgy tummy was especially appreciable, and as she stretched upward, the bell-like curve of her plump paunch became exposed to the artificially-cooled air.

Thankfully, the show was just starting. Stephanie arrived at the next sentence, and with it, revealed her elusive masterpiece—her deepest treasure. Though Josh was staring at Stephanie from the side, an exciting shadow peeked out all the same. Her navel seemed to mimic her alluring posture, and was just slightly stretched. As she moved onto the next sentence, her other hand grabbed the bottom of her shirt in an attempt to hold it down. Feeling a bit exposed, are we? It was no use. The fabric was stretched to the max. As much as the seductive schoolgirl tried to pull it down, the sweater continued to lift up, as if it was destined to betray her soft, vulnerable tummy and subject it to Josh's preying eyes.

It wasn't long before Stephanie surrendered her futile endeavor and seemed to accept her fate. She let go of the sweater and brought her arm to the side. That's right. Give up. It's hopeless. You have no choice but to show your belly. That hot thing. Josh continued to stare with inexplicable delight and a burning, aching desire as Stephanie struggled to reach the last sentence. At this point, her low rise jeans had worked their way down to her hips as she sucked in her mouthwatering abdomen and created the most seductive concave appearance. The hem of her cropped sweater was now just below her ribs, showcasing the epitome of midriffs. Josh stared with rapidly increasing lust as Stephanie maintained this position. He licked his fat, drooling lips as he envisioned what he would do to that expansive, soft, delicious skin. Her chubby, inflated hips were completely exposed, along with her magnificently deep belly button that sat in the middle of a delectable pooch of tummy fat. Fortunately, that pooch was still visible despite her sucking in. All he had to do was sneak up behind her and wrap his giant hands around her plump little body. He imagined holding her—his fingers squeezing tightly into her pudgy belly. Now might be my chance.

"I think you need some help" he chimed in as Stephanie stared intently at the blank line in the sentence. Her neck was craned almost all the way up, and the puzzled look on her face captured her innocence. A quick glance and a nod was the only response she gave as Josh walked up behind her.
"Yeah, I saved the best for last" he chuckled. "You have to remember the past participles. Here, let me draw out the chart for you."
He reached out for a dry-erase marker, and in the process, grazed Stephanie's plump love handle. It felt so smooth... and cold compared to his warm hand. I can warm you up, you know. He watched for her reaction and noticed her tummy suck in a little more. That's not going to save you, you little tease.

"So the chart looks something like this," Josh leaned his monstrous body behind Stephanie's and began scribbling a messy table. Half the information was made up but he knew Stephanie would not know that. He towered over her, and had looked down once to see her peering up gullibly at the chart—hope in her eyes. You're failing your test, but, so far, you're passing mine. He looked down again, once he was done with the chart, and saw her studying it intently. His eyes went past her delicate face and peered further down. He was pleased to see that she shifted her posture: she leaned on the whiteboard with one arm—the other was still poised to write. This position caused her to stick her bum out a bit, and her petite body formed a seductive S-curve. Her belly bulged out in the cutest fashion, toward the whiteboard, and Josh couldn't help but step closer to her.

Just then, an idea popped into his mind. He grazed her love handle again, blamed it on the marker, and set it down on the tray portion that was directly in front of her belly. Except he placed it in such a way that it was jutting out, with the point directed right at her bellybutton. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice. That is, until Josh shifted his weight onto her as he stepped closer to the board.
"I'm sure you've seen this chart before, right?" Josh pointed up at the board.
He saw Stephanie lean forward in an effort to avoid making contact with him but she flinched back slightly and looked down. The marker. Direct hit. Just as she was about to lower an arm to remove it, Josh leaned more of his weight on her.
"Don't tell me you haven't!"
Stephanie quickly brought her arms up in order to stop herself from slamming into the board—and stabbing her exposed belly button in the process. She sucked in her vulnerable tummy. The marker was a mere inch away. She looked up anxiously at the chart.
"Umm, it looks a little familiar." She squeaked cutely—her mind still preoccupied with the troublesome marker aimed right at her sensitive knot.
"Well good, because this is gonna help you pass the test. Study it and you should be able to fill in that last sentence. You wouldn't want to.. fail, would you?" Josh leaned in even more and heard the softest of squeals escape Stephanie's lips. Mmmm, finally your bellybutton is getting the slutty treatment it deserves. Stephanie pressed her face and chest against the whiteboard as Josh's gargantuan body loomed over her. Her breaths were sparse as she struggled to suck in her tummy and prevent the marker from digging even deeper into her slutty navel. In a couple of seconds, it's going to be my finger that's in there. I'm going to explore every inch of that deep hole, and I'm going to love every second of it. A crazed look took over Josh's obese, pimple-covered face. His hands became predatory claws as he prepared to pounce on his defenseless prey...