It was three weeks later when Myra finally found the courage to talk to Norm about what happened. It was their weekly tutoring session- Norm was a towering colossus of muscle, but the poor boy couldn’t handle anything more mathematically complex than fractions. If the star quarterback wanted to keep his place on the team, he needed to get his grades up, and Myra, kind, obsessed soul she was, had no problem being alone with him for two hours each week.
As Norm thundered into the room, though, Myra realized that his grades would be the least of his worries regarding staying on the team.
See, Norm had been skipping their last few sessions, ever since the day it happened. In fact, Norm had been scarce around the school ever since the fiasco in the hall. Shuffling quickly from class to class, not seeing friends… skipping practice. And, well… it was starting to show. The equine jock had always been built stocky, but now, a noticeable soft pudge was beginning to ooze beneath his shirt, rolling it up and exposing his belly button. He immediately attempted to pull his shirt back over it, but over the course of the lesson, the shirt slowly but surely began to rise.
Oh, Norm, thought Myra as she desperately attempted to ignore her hormones and focus on schoolwork. My steely stallion, my unaware love… the world doesn’t deserve the perfection you’re obtaining.
Myra thought that. But she didn’t say it. After all, she’s just that puny fujoshi geek, while Norm was the popular quarterback with the alpha bitch girlfr-
Only, that last part wasn’t true, Myra thought. Vicky had officially put herself back on the market, while Norm was on the verge of quitting the team.
Statistically, Myra thought, There won’t be a better time to ask him out. Just play it cool, Myra… for the love of God and Norm, play it cool.
“So... how are things going? Aside from math, I mean,” Myra asked.
Norm belched and pulled a candy bar from his letterman jacket pocket. “Shitty. Vicky is gone, my grades are in the toilet, and coach is threatening to boot me off the team.” Norm scratched himself as he tore the candy bar open with his teeth, spitting the bit he ripper off on the floor before taking a massive bite. “All because I’ve put on a little weight, and missed a couple practices. Get off my back, man, I had my heart broken.”
Myra nodded, forcing her eyes to remain in their sockets as Norm reached a hand under his shirt to rub his stomach. “And now the guys from the team are ghosting me, just because Vicky pulled rank on their girlfriends. God, what did I ever see in her?” He belched. “Shallow bitch.”
Myra gave an empathetic nod. “Yeah, she’s the one who took what should’ve been a tender, romantic moment, and shredded you for it. Forget her, Norm.” Myra gulped hard, and decided to take the plunge. “She just couldn’t handle you. You’re too much man for her.”
Myra prepared for Norm to laugh at her, or stare at her, or awkwardly end the session. Instead, he tossed the rest of the bar in his mouth and continued. “Right?! I mean, shit, I’m the star quarterback! She thinks she’s hot shit because her mom’s a realtor and her dad’s a cop? Please!” He pulled out another candy bar. “Fuck, I was doing her a favor. Shallow bitch.”
Myra felt a rush of vindication. “Exactly! She never appreciated you! Hell, if you were my boyfriend, you better believe I’d treat you right!”
Norm shot Myra a smile that made her swoon. “Heh, damn right. You know, Myra, if you wore your hair down more often guys would be all over you.”
Before Norm could finish his sentence, Myra had pulled her hairband out, thrown it into the garbage, and cursed its existence. “You wanna ditch the rest of the lesson, Norm? I got a friend at that burger place by the mall, she can get us free food from anyone who complains about their order. I mean, we’d have to buy something while we sit there, I can cover that, but, you know-”
Norm yawned and stretched, his plump belly finally totally breaking free of his shirt in his comfort. “Sounds great. Let’s go.”
Myra took things with Norm slow, at first. Patiently feeling out the situation, her skittish nature twitching at every opportunity, ready to reel herself in should Norm begin asking too many questions.
Fortunately, Norm never did. Myra began to notice exactly how to get to Norm’s heart- by appealing to his ego. Myra became Norm’s silent protector-whenever someone in the hall would point at Norm’s protruding gut and whisper, she’d steer him away and towards the sundae bar in the cafeteria. Whenever she would catch Norm poking his plush tummy against the desk and sighing with disgust, she’d tell him to blow off studying and go grab a burger from her friend.
Norm, for what he was going through, appreciated the support.
Losing Vicky hurt him more than he would ever admit, and when he couldn’t muster the energy to go to practice, the bulking quarterback diet he had cultivated for himself boomeranged into just a bulking diet. Despite Myra attempting to seal him away from the criticism of the world, Norm still had eyes. He was HUGE. And it wasn’t slowing down.
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