Stomach Growling Stories Novels & Stories

Will shut his eyes as he knew the situation couldn't get anymore embarrassing "Forget that, as for your question I would love..." Out of nowhere, his stomach growled out intensely from hunger and Will clentched his fist. That did not just happen. "Was that your stomach?"

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.

Sometimes he secretly followed me on my trips, so I just laughed and shook my head. We dated and made out every night. Still, isn’t it enough for him? I woke up early Sunday because my stomach was growling and I felt nauseous. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom. “Sean, are you okay?” Marl worriedly followed me. “I-I’m okay, Marl. I’m fine,” I said, rinsing my mouth after I felt better. Lately, I’ve noticed my stomach growling often in the morning. Well, it was the same when Marl and I were in New York. Maybe it’s because of the change in climate. It’s getting hotter because summer is approaching.

◓ Maze ◓ I am starving !! And being hungry for food-loving people like me means something even more horrible than World War III has happened. I must stuff something very fast to calm my grumbling stomach. It's already 5:30 PM. I was so famished. He didn't even let anyone bring me something to eat. Even my stomach started protesting against me by making various strange noises. I clasped my stomach and squeeze it to calm it down. But I failed.

She smacked me hard in the chest, then shivered, clutching her hand. “Damn! Why is your skin so tough? I’m not going to relieve myself, I’m just hungry!” The noise returned, this time more insistent. “So humans can growl,” I thought. “My stomach is growling.” “Is there an animal in your stomach?” "No, there isn't! Doesn't your stomach make noise when you're hungry? Put me down! “I have three stomachs and none of them made that noise unless I ate something bad.” “Well, I’m not you,” she huffed.

Something rich and savory that made my stomach growl traitorously. Whatever Julius was cooking smelled absolutely incredible, and I realized with dismay that I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I had been too busy having a complete mental breakdown and masturbating on his furniture to think about lunch. My stomach growled again, louder this time, and I pressed my hand against it as if that would help. I could ignore it. I could wait until he went to bed and sneak out for leftovers. Another wave of that delicious smell wafted under the door, and my stomach actually cramped with hunger.

Lila’s POV My stomach was making this loud, angry growling sound, and I bet the old lady three chairs over heard it. I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. I felt sick just thinking about food while waiting to hear if my mom's stage four cancer had spread to her brain.

To never feel alone. My chest tightened unexpectedly. Then— [GRRRRRRRRRRR~] The sound echoed through the room. Mortifyingly loud. My entire body froze as my stomach growled nonstop. Elijah stared, a little bit surprised. And I stared back at him, feeling the shame creeping up to my face. Neither of us moved. Then another growl erupted from my stomach. Even louder this time. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole at this moment. This is so embarrassing!

But today, she got a small taste of karma. “Shall we contin—” Growllllll “Uh...” I clutched my stomach, cheeks burning. Why now, of all moments?! It never growled like this even when I skipped several meals. But now? Damn it. “Don’t mind—” Growllll I clenched my jaw so hard I nearly cracked a tooth. Fine. Fine! I’ll eat first. Elijah chuckled softly, the sound making my heart skip a beat. I stared at him, dazed, my heart racing.