Belly Growling Stories Novels & Stories

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.

TRACEY'S P.O.V My stomach let out an embarrassing growl, loud enough to break the silence in the across the damn living room. The moment I heard the growl, I froze, blinking as fast as I could like that would scare the hunger away. But of course, it didn’t work. My stomach just did it again and infact, the sound came louder this time. There was no doubt I was hungry as hell. Of course, I had to…it had been hours since my last meal and I was certain to have burnt whatever energy I had from it on my the rush that happened earlier.

Lilian teased. "No mommy " Lilith began with a pout. "I don't have monsters in my belly and l am not hungry, l am still full from the Mac and... ". She was still speaking before her stomach growled again, this time louder than before and making her loose track of her words as her mother burst in to another round of laughter.

"It must be so hard for him. I shouldn't make it any difficult for him especially now. It would soon be morning and it wouldn't take long for me to get answers to the questions tugging at my chest!" She heard a rumbling sound in her belly just at that moment, causing her to pout her mouth. "Damn! Don't tell me I'm Hungry again!" She said aloud but refused to rise from where she was. She was sure she didn't want to get up from where she laid but then she heard the rumbling sounds again and this time, it twisted tgf intricacies of her belly with every sound it made.

My stomach didn't just growl; it staged a full-scale military coup at exactly three-fifteen in the morning. I lay in the center of the massive, silk-draped bed, staring up at the shadows dancing on the beamed ceiling. I tried to ignore it. I tried to tell my brain that the "nutrient-dense" grass juice Dominic had forced down my throat at breakfast should have been enough to sustain a small village. But my body wasn't listening to logic. It wanted something very specific, very urgent, and very, very wrong.

Every memory, every regret clawed its way to the surface, whispering in my ear, refusing to grant me even a sliver of mercy. Silence wrapped around the room, thick and heavy, suffocating in its stillness. But even in that quiet, my body betrayed me. My stomach growled—low, guttural, desperate—the sound bouncing off the barren walls like a taunt. It wasn’t just hunger; it felt like something gnawed at my insides, like worms tearing through flesh, devouring the fragile lining of my stomach, clawing for anything—anything—to fill the hollow void.

I had addressed every part of my body that had been scourged so what was left for me to do was to address the mental and emotional aspect of me that had been affected. I closed my eyes slowly now in my attempt to do so but then I heard a growl that made me swiftly open them back up. In my alarm, I gazed around my surroundings now but then I saw no one. I grew confused but just then, I heard the growl again and I realized it was coming from within my cell. I wanted to panic but then again, I heard it and I realized that it was coming from my belly. My belly was the one growling.

"Let's go. I am sure you are starving." "You don't even know how much." "I heard your stomach growling while you were touching my hand, so I do," He says, pressing the start button to switch on the car. "My stomach did not growl" I can't believe he heard it. While I was rubbing his hand, my belly was growling, but it was not loud, so I didn't think he heard it. "Sweetheart, there is nothing to be ashamed of. It's normal for someone's stomach to growl when they are hungry," He says, driving out of the parking lot.