Stomach Growling Stories Novels & Stories

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'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.

The hunger pangs that had been gnawing at my stomach suddenly intensified, as if my body had finally caught up with the reality of the situation. The growling was embarrassingly loud in the silence, echoing through like an opera solo of protest. My stomach seemed determined to announce my weakness to anyone within earshot, rumbling with all the dignity of a freight train. Of all the times for my digestive system to develop a sense of drama, it had to be now, when I was desperately trying to maintain some shred of composure in an impossible situation. Oh, great. My body was betraying me, too. “You must be hungry,” said a masculine voice from someone in the room.

He told me, giving me a warning stare. “Does the same fact you just stated apply to that of someone who has been starving for five years? Does that mean that the stomach of a person has been starving for five years would divide into five thousand four hundred and seventy five parts?" I asked again and his eyes widened up. “How will that happen?" “Lemme explain it to you. Starving for one day will make your stomach divide into three parts. In one year it will divide into one thousand and ninety five parts and in five years it will divide into five thousand four hundred and seventy five parts. Does it work that way?"

And in that intimate situation the most embarrassing thing happened to me as my stomach growled. I was hungry.

~Cailly's Pov! I woke up with a throbbing headache and grumbling stomach. Seriously! Haha As I caught the smell of cooking bacon and pancakes makes my stomach growl. Yep, my stomach can growl! *laugh* I tried to stand up but to my dismay, my knees buckles and I fell down face first on the floor. I groaned and tried to stand up again, this time I get a hold on the bedside table and I beamed as I got up perfectly and made a happy dance which I regretted. *frown*

Work. I sighed and sat up, rubbing my temples as my stomach let out a low, painful growl. Right. The last time I had tried eating, it had ended badly. But now, hunger gnawed at me, stronger than the nausea, so I forced myself to stand. My body protested, stiff and sluggish, as I padded into the kitchen.

My stomach growled and rumbled, letting me know she didn't give a fuck about what I'm going through and should satisfy and fill the emptiness in the stomach. 'No, I'm not having dinner,' I told myself, and my stomach gave another tantrum by growling even louder. I placed my palms over my empty stomach and let out a shallow breath… I hadn't eaten anything since the morning, the lunch I intended to eat in school during break, I forgot to take it along when running away from Ryan and his friends. 'Fine, let's get you something to eat,' My stomach growled lightly, feeling joyous at my decision, I got up from my bed and walked to the wall mirror.

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?!"

Grumble. Danial’s stomach betrayed him with a monstrous growl that seemed to echo off the walls of the room. His eyes widened in horror, and his face flushed red as embarrassment washed over him. He couldn't bring himself to look at Gloria, so he kept his gaze firmly on the ceiling, trying to act like nothing had happened.