Stomach Growl Stories Novels & Stories

I peeked into the hot steamy busy kitchen and everyone in the room was sweating profusely from the heat of the mega industrial stoves cooking up what seemed to be a great feast for hundreds of people. Did Jacob tell them to prepare all this food for me? Besides, I'm not that hungry to finish all that! Suddenly my stomach grumbled loudly like it had a brain of its own attempting me to fix myself a plate. Oh, be quiet. I quickly glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to my stomach lamenting for food...seconds later it made the same loud noise, and I had it with the complaints. I wrapped my arms tightly across my stomach while rolling my eyes.

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.

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.

Salvatore. A large stomach growl. I’m starving if that’s the right word. I haven't eaten any morsel of food and my throat was beginning to hurt from thirst. I bit my lower lip to stop the discomfort getting to my feet, unlocked the door and made my way through the long hallway.

My Stomach made a grumpy ‘I am hungry’ sound Shit! (Subconsciously Face palms Her self) So embarrassing..

Suddenly, a jolt of pain slices through my midsection and I bend forward in pain. And as if I’m not embarrassed enough, my stomach grumbles, filling the tense silence between us with a loud groan. Oh no.

I finally prayed. ‎ ‎I then walked to the bathroom for a cold shower and returned for a deeper reflection, which resulted in a loud growl emanating from my stomach. ‎“Stomach, can you let me think?" I asked gently rubbing my almost port belly. “I'm hungry too, you know.” ‎But my stomach didn't listen it just kept growling, that's when I heard a knock on my door. ‎ ‎“Who is it?" I doubted, with an arched brow. Praying it's not aunt Velma again.

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.

The water poured into his distended ass, he could feel it stretching him, the cold seeped into his digestive system, causing his stomach to bulge obscenely. Tears ran down his cheek as he struggled not to cry out. He was acutely aware of the sounds issuing from his guts, a cramp racked through him, the pain seared in his mind as his stomach grumbled its unhappiness.

she cursed under her breath, hoping that he wouldn't even care about it. She wanted to act as if her stomach didn't growl just like that, but it growled again as if it was asking for attention. To hide her shame because she knew that her face was already so red, she leaned her face on the window and pretended to sleep. Why must it growl in such an unfavorable situation? Her stomach wasn't really cooperative. Tim didn't hear Raphael say anything so she guessed that he didn't really care whether her stomach growled as if she hadn't eaten for years. It was better for her, though. She didn't need him to care because hearing that was already enough shame.