Belly Growling Stories Novels & Stories

"Don't worry. The hospital is right ahead. We will be right there." Tail babbled, "If I pass away, please take good care of my Mama, and don't let my dad bully her. By the way, I haven't seen Miles for a long time. Please tell him that I miss him..." "Shut up." Ollie interrupted Tail's "last words" and ran faster. "You will be fine. There are many possible reasons why you have a bellyache. Maybe it's because you have eaten stale food." 'There are many possible reasons why I have a bellyache?'

Well, I skipped my lunch a few hours earlier. Suddenly at the thought of food, my stomach growls again, and the feeling is so annoying and fucking persistent but I keep pushing down the discomfort because I don't want to get up from here. I force myself to believe that pretending it doesn’t exist will make the growl disappear. I want to focus on settling my thoughts first instead of the call of hunger singing inside my stomach. This pack…… Releasing a deep sigh, I keep my eyes still fixed up at the ceiling above me. My chest feels like it is being pressed down with the weight of the constant reminder that I don't belong here.

“Did you eat today?” “Yes!” I blurted out quickly, sitting up straighter. But at that exact moment, my stomach betrayed me—with a loud, embarrassing growl. The silence that followed was humiliating. Heat rushed to my face as I pressed my hand to my belly. “That… that’s not what you think,” I muttered awkwardly. Dante’s expression darkened further. “Liar,” he growled angrily, moving closer to me. I flinched, leaning deeper into the couch. My body trembled with fear.

I tripped on something and I fell on my belly. I started having sharp pains in my belly. "My babies, I started crying scared that something might happen to them. Someone help me please... I tried to shout out loud but the pain was too much. I took off my first shoe and threw it on the door or the wall, which I am not very sure about. I did the same to the second shoe until the door was opened. A man came in and hardly squeezed my jaws. "Don't make any sound human, or else you won't like it. If it wasn't for our king, you'd have been dead by now. What your stupid dog boyfriend did to our king, you and your baby are going to pay for it. He said. God his mouth stinks. I feel like throwing up on

He asks, looking her over. “Yes. So that is why I refused my lunch. I did not think that I could handle it, even though it smelled amazing. I do not think the ham and potato hash would have stayed put in my belly.” Bella says. Thankfully the bath seemed to have calmed her stomach, but now it rumbles as if to tell them to stop talking about it. “You are clearly hungry,” Adam tells her, apparently having heard the growl.

Maybe throw in hunger and thirst with that too if you describe them with facial expression. I heard my stomach as it began to growl as if there’s a tiger living inside it. I brought myself to the kitchen and I was thinking of finding something eat. I only saw a box of pizza from the cheapest and nastiest pizza place in the city. I wasn’t really expecting anything which immediately came into fruition when I opened the box. There’s just a tiny long piece of crust left. “Shit! This life fucking sucks!” I whispered to myself gritting with mixed feelings of annoyance and rage.

He yells this time, shaking my shoulders slightly as if that would break me out of this agony. I try to do what he says, to breathe but it feels like my lungs are deflated, no longer able to hold air. “Her stomach!” I hear Raya gasp from beside me, “it’s- it’s getting bigger!” I try to feel my belly, to see if what she said is true, if my belly is growing larger. As soon as my hand makes contact a powerful kick has me ready to throw up. I grip the bed again, holding it in with all my might, refusing to belch all over myself.

I feel a buzzing in my head. "Oh God, it's so good... ! Faster, faster..." There was a long groan, and my stomach let out an ill-timed growl. Frustrated and hungry, I could no longer resist the urge to knock on the door. "Don't make the f.ucking sound of an animal mating!" There was a momentary silence in the dungeon. I heard the screech of a chair being dragged, followed by the clatter of a mobile phone hitting the floor, and I could just imagine the man in a hurry.

Lips trembling. Something was wrong. My stomach growled, empty and weak. It had been a week since I could keep food down. A week of pretending I was fine. I pressed a hand over my flat belly, my breath catching. Could it be…? The thought slammed into me so hard I staggered back against the wall. Pregnancy. The word thundered in my head, louder than the rushing blood in my ears.

As I leaned into his embrace, my tears subsided, leaving behind a tender ache in my chest. Suddenly, a sharp kick against my abdomen sent a jolt through me. I gasped, my hand flew to my swollen belly, a giggle bubbling up from within. Alexander mirrored my expression, eyes wide with wonder. “Our boy is demanding your attention, Mr. Alexander,” I teased, my voice husky with laughter. I placed his hand on my swollen belly. The skin stretched taut, proof of the life growing within. It pulsed with a rhythmic thrum, a silent declaration of its presence.