Stomach Growl Novels & Stories

I said to him and watched as he nodded his head before reaching to the top of the phone to swipe down and turn on the phone’s data connection. I leaned back into my seat and leaned my head against the headrest of the couch, allowing my eyes to slid shut as I dragged in a deep breath and puffed it out almost immediately, feeling my stomach start to growl for the first time throughout the whole of today – or it might have growled at different points and moments during the day, but I had been too carried away and busy to notice something like this.

His voice sounded like that of a kid that just discovered the candy store for the first time. I smiled. "It feels like it happened overnight. Like I just woke up one day and boom, my stomach has gotten this big." I said. I am pretty sure I would have been asking myself the same question if not for the fact that I took pictures of my stomach every morning, from different angles.

I stopped cheering and shouting, gradually calming down my excitement, "I'm happy." "Now it's time to go eat lunch. Your stomach has started to growl." He said. I nodded expectantly.

His tone left no room for argument, but I just continued to stare at the wall, refusing to acknowledge him or the food that smelled so good I could almost taste it. "I'm not hungry—" I started to say, but my words died in my throat as my stomach let out a loud, rumbling growl that echoed through the quiet room – an unmistakable sign that I was starving, and that my body was done pretending otherwise. Of course it had to happen right then. The sound was so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear it if there had been any nearby.

I felt my mouth opening up by itself and before I could answer , we both hear a vicious and loud growl. My eyes grow wide , my cheeks flush a hot crimson shade and I close my hanging mouth. His eyes that was filled with fury a few seconds ago , now is staring intently at my stomach. It seems as if he is trying to convince him self that he heard my stomach growl pretty loud , but also having a fight battle while his mind tells him it is in his imagination. “F – food…” I stutter , answering the question to which he asked me before my stomach growled the answer.

His eyes widened at that, but before he could drown me in another round of fear and guilt, his stomach chose that exact moment to let out a loud, traitorous growl. The sound cut through the tension like a blade. My brows shot up, and I couldn’t stop the corner of my mouth from twitching. “But first,” I said, tilting my head toward him, “we need to stop that stomach of yours from declaring war on the entire neighborhood.”

Immediately she did that my eyes shut open as I picked the scent and my stomach growled loudly. It was so loud that I never thought it could even growl like that. Immediately it did she laughed together with her maids they were enjoying my reaction. I tried but I couldn't hold my stomach from making noise. I was already trying not to show signs of wanting to grab it all to myself. She brought it closer and my stomach responded, I felt like opening my mouth just so I could get it even if it was the smallest of bites but then she withdrew it back to herself.

His stomach… It kept making a noise that I could not understand. As I watched the giant's eyes widen and his stomach rumbled, he began to slowly back away while holding me. My brows furrowed in thought as I puzzled through what was happening to him in this moment of such importance. Uncertainty shrouded us both as he nervously glanced around, unable to comprehend the sound which continued to echo throughout the room. His gaze then shifted back towards me as if expecting an answer, however I could only give him a stare of curiosity.

he says calmly as we walk on the footpath. “Uh…,” my stomach rumbles before I can say something. I instantly yank my arm from Zack’s and clutch my stomach with both of my hands. My eyes widen as I stare at the ground, and my face heats up when the growling gets loud enough for Zack to hear it. He pauses and faces me, looking up and down. “Mhm…,” I clutch my stomach harder because it just wouldn’t stop growling. “Sorry,” I murmur. I can feel my ears burning out of embarrassment.

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.