Stomach Growl Stories Novels & Stories

My stomach clenched and suddenly a strange sound erupted from my stomach. It took me a second to recover from my surprise to acknowledge that my stomach had just made an embarrassingly loud growling sound. I wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing at that point between the unattractive sound that my stomach just made of the fact that Bradon was about to eat me out. “Haha…” Bradon laughed mercilessly at me.

It was one of the customers who had just eaten my fortune cookies. "Something’s wrong, Rainie! My stomach… It suddenly got huge. Purple veins are crawling all over it, and the baby inside won’t stop crying. It’s terrifying!" More messages poured in. Their stomachs had swollen as if they were about to give birth, but something was horribly wrong. "Rainie, help me! What’s happening? My stomach feels like it’s about to explode!" "I’m at the hospital getting an ultrasound. The image shows a ghost face. What did you feed me?!"

*Growl* Unfortunately, my stomach was not something I could control easily. My stomach continued to declare its emptiness with an embarrassingly loud growl, and I began to feel the heat in my belly as it demanded to be fed. Finally, with shyness, I attacked the food in the box. I opened it, taking back the large sausage that I had initially decided not to eat. In silence, I savored every dish Jesse had given me. In this horse-drawn carriage, there were only the two of us as the sole existence. No matter how hard I tried to muffle the sounds, the noise of my mouth chewing still resounded in the air.

A petite maid in a cute blue maid's attire stood by the stove, stirring something while whistling a soft tune. The aroma of whatever she was cooking hit my nostrils immediately, and I almost leaped into the pot to satisfy my stomach's desire. I moved to stand beside her, looking for anything to distract myself from the growing ache in my stomach. I had been diagnosed with ulcers before going to live with Grandma. Dad had always told me that a good CEO eats once a day and works hard till the next day, so I had developed the habit of only having dinner.

As I grabbed the bowl from the table, my tummy embarrassed me once more with another growl. Stu bursted into a laughter. I could feel the blood rushing through both of my ears and couldn't imagine how red I was in shame. I promised myself it would be the last time my stomach would cause me overwhelming humiliation so I started satisfying myself with the bowl of warm liquid. I was able to finish everything with ease. "I knew you would like it. It was Shey's specialty." Stu uttered afterwards. Realizing the feast was made by my mate, another smile formed my lips which made Stu roared with laughter once more.

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

I'd been too busy keeping Selena happy and cramming prenatal care articles to remember food. My body had gotten used to running on empty and hadn't bothered sending any complaints until right now, when my stomach let out a long, embarrassingly loud growl.

I muttered under my breath, tossing the bag carelessly onto the floor. A second later, my stomach let out a loud, betraying growl, shattering every ounce of pride I had left. I stared down at myself in disbelief. "Seriously?" My stomach answered with another shameless growl. "Traitor," I muttered, crossing my arms and glaring at the bag on the floor. For nearly a full minute, neither of us moved. Then my stomach growled again, even louder, and I let out a defeated groan. "Fine."

I lied. My stomach growled immediately, making me quite embarrassed and contradicting my words. “Your stomach says otherwise” He smiled and placed his hands on my stomach. I looked at him and then at my stomach. What was he doing? “Tell me….” He looked up at me and I looked away immediately. “Why should I give you the freedom or should I say….” He paused and looked at me again. I was starving! I fought the urge to cry. Why couldn’t he see that?

"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.