#ben roleplays

They try to hide it when my tummy rumbles in front of them. One friend glances at my starving tummy and licks her lips. Another smirks, asking if I could help them with something on their computer. I lean down, my navel right next to their ear as I begin to explain to them. They partly listen to me, but their mind is mainly thinking about how loud my bare belly is, now that it's right next to them.

Soon, lunch is served, and I don't eat anything, even as my tummy rumbles loudly. Our friends talk about how oh so scrumptious the food is, and my middle groans even louder for sustenance. The aromas are torture. The friend next to me asks me to pass a dish, and I get up and do so, my belly roaring near her face. She glances up at my hollow tummy, enjoying the view.

Next, we play a few games. One of them is truth or dare. I say, "dare". The second friend smirks and says, "put a microphone to your belly." The first friend agrees, and I blush as I find the device, switch it on, and press the cool metal to my ravenous stomach. A loud roar echoes throughout the room. Our friends smile and giggle, and I blush deeply on seeing them gazing at my starving belly. Maybe we realise that they have hunger kinks. Only time will tell...

I named the two friends! 😅

The one friend, Pierre, asks you in a light French accent to help look something up on YouTube. From the moment your tummy gets into range, he can hear it. His ears perk up, and his mind forgets what he wanted to show you.

"Ze, uuuhhhh...... password, dear." Pausing while you lean over him, tummy rumbling.

"I gotchu!" You incorrectly put in the password the first time going too fast.

Try..

It'd be very hard to focus on sleeping, as my mind would begin to think of anything but to feed you 😈

I'd even withhold breakfast from you

Unless...

Your tummy put on a loud performance, begging for its first meal 🫠

Finally, when you fall asleep and I find my eyes drooping, I know my starving tummy will be even hungrier in the morning...

Jolted awake by a crash in the kitchen. Before you're able to conjure the will to investigate, I call out,

"I'm alright! Everything is FINE."

Just as you start getting nestled into your cocoon of warm bedding, you smell burning.

"Honey, are you sure?"

"YeEE-EEssss!" Still making a racket.

In the midst of the audible chaos, a coffee is brought to you. Though, it's in a small mug. You tilt you head to the side when I look at you. Answering the unspoken question,

"I've burnt the first batch of toast... But! Do not worry!" Scurrying away before you can inquire any further. You decipher this ruckus is me creating wonderful plates of breakfast for the two of us. Maybe some [turkey] sausage or bacon. Some non-burnt toast with avocado slices. The aroma of the brew and the daydream reinvigorate an appetite you've had for hours. You feebly fill the ravenous void with coffee, though the caffeine does wake your mind.

With an empty cup and gut, you go to the kitchen. To your dismay, I've started to devour what seems to be a breakfast for one.

With the most adorably sad look, you plea.

"But... but I thought you said I'd get to eat today..."

"I did... but I didn't say when... did I?" I say, making a chunk of pineapple disappear behind my lips.

By this point, there's a small cup of cottage cheese left. You walk up beside me rubbing your tummy, whose deafening howls cause me to freeze with the spoon in my mouth.

"Please, one bite.." you say, swaying, expertly timed with your growly tummy.

"You make it SO hard to say no."

I turn so you can't see the bowl. After a tedious moment, I get one single curd on the spoon and offer it to you.

"Here, for such a good tummy."

Hesitant, you wonder if I'm joking. Surely you deserve more than one damn curd.

Scooping a little more on, I take the bite for myself.

"Oh well. I thought you wanted some."

Some...? How could he say some?

You dare ask, "Co-Could I have a second cup?"

"Hmmm." I take another bite, leaving one decent sized one left. "Orrr.. You can have the rest of this."

Presented with a daunting question, you pause to ponder, while I start to gather the cheesy remainder. The motion causes you to cry out,

"I want that!"

A subtle desperation in your voice sends shivers down my spine. With the spoon full and transferred over, you take the first and only bite in over a day.

"I hope you are satisfied, because our friends will he here soon."

It had slipped your mind. We were to have company over at noon.

"It's after eleeveeen."

As you rush away, I yell out, "you better be showing some tummy!"

I prepare more fruit for the smoothies we are to have with our friends while you get ready. I've gotten all but one strawberry in its container when you long-step up beside me.

"Whatcha dooooin'?" Asking as you peer around me.

"Cuttin" up lunch!" Topping the berries.

"I see you left one... is for me?" Putting two fingers together then twisting.

"Nope!" Swiftly eating and struggling to swallow.

"YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE STRAWBS!!" Moving back a step.

"Wellll..." I move behind you and place both hands on your middle. "You didn't ask nicely."

As a soft kiss lands on your neck, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get that, if you put the fruit away." Turning you around so you see my finger pointed at you, "You better be good and not even lick a single seed off a strawb!" I run to the door, that's now been rung twice.

I look at you pleadingly, hoping for something to eat. But you lead me to the car, smirking as my belly howls. I gulp, blushing on feeling your hand against my starving tummy. We get into the car, and you begin to drive home.

"Get out the microphone," you smile. I rub my bare belly before doing so. I plug it into the usb socket and place it against my hungry tummy. My famished middle roars into the microphone. You sigh happily, enjoying the loud growls and the view the now cut playsuit gives of my exposed stomach. The window is rolled down when we pass a fish and chips shop. My belly howls and my mouth waters as the aroma wafts into the car. You smirk again, slowing down as we begin to pass the drive thru. "You want something to eat?"

I nod eagerly. You stroke my bare belly. "Too bad," you tease. "Tomorrow you can eat."

I blush as my tummy loudly protests your command. You merely chuckle and continue on home, making sure my starved belly can take in all the delicious smells coming from the food shops...

As if the restaurants weren't enough torment, our neighbors are holding a cookout. With tons of cars parked on the street, you're forced to endure BBQ smells.

Distracted by kids playing in the front, you're unaware I've turned up the volume. I slow to a crawl, as your tummy howls again. Startling both of us, from the sheer boosted volume. A soccer ball hits a kid in the head because all have turned towards the street wondering what that sound was.

"Go around..." you sheepishly ask, as you rub your tummy attempting to reduce its tantrum.

I do turn the volume down, as the mic picks up the less volatile rumbles. I almost oblige, out of mercy, but... I pull into our driveway... directly next to the party.

The parents corral their kids, so they down overwhelm us as we exit the car. The three neighbor kids strut over, after the parents permit them to.

"Did you have a good date?!?" The little boy asks, "I bet he bought you a nice dinner!"

"Where?! Are the roses!?"

One girl pouts, stomping her feet. Her twin simultaneously does the same face and stomp then adds,

"Every pretty girl deserves flowers, that's what our parents say!"

Their dad comes strolling over, seemingly the mastermind behind this encounter.

"Alright kiddos, that's enough. Go back to your mother."

"But dad! I want to know where they went!"

"Yeah, and how come she didn't get any flo-"

Everyone's attention turns to you, and your stomach erupting in hunger.

With you paralyzed with shame, I tell them,

"We've come home for dinner. We tried this fish n chips shack but it was DISGUSTING!! I demanded a refund and we stormed out of there."

"I really can't wait to eat... ha ha!" You haven't removed your hands from your achy belly since you got in the car. You take a couple steps towards the door,

"Oh! But we had a blast at the mall! We didn't buy anything, but we enjoyed plenty of shenanigans there, and downtown. It's hard to traverse down there now, with all the construction."

"Yeah... tell me about it." He scratches the back of his head, "I'll leave you two lovebirds to it." He walks away with his kids in tow. We only make it a few steps before the boy reminds his father about the fish.

"Say!" Stopping the parting parties, "Where'd find that awful fish! I'll have to keep away from it!"

I look at you, like you'd remember the name of the place you didn't eat at. You stammer, as I blurt out,

"Ron's Crab Shack!"

"Oh... haven't heard it."

Probably because it doesn't exist

"Good night, Mister Smith. Oh, and extend it your family, huh?"

Laughing as though he got the dad joke, we finally enter our home as they return to playing outside.

Now finally alone the two of us find anything to do except make dinner. We tidy up the house a bit before we head to the living room, to relax. I work at a local theater doing audio, giving me access and / or the know-how to use various gadgets. I've bought tiny adhesive wireless mics that we've attached to our bellies. The surround system is capable of connecting to our phones, as well as the mics. We use an app to monitor whose mic is picking up sounds.

You and your partner just finished your daily workouts. The two of you planned to go out today, and you decide that since your playsuit kept you from overheating, then it'll keep you cool from the scorching summer sun.

After driving a shirt distance, passing many fast food places, we arrive in the "downtown" area. We make our way through boujee boutiques to sketchy thrift shops. With those being too extreme, the mall is our new destination.

The food court tempts our noses, as our objective is to fool around in target. Separated by glass, we momentarily peer into the reverie of numerous and diverse food shops.

Shaking our heads to snap out of the daydream, we then make our way into a "big name" department store. We frolick up and down aisles with no intentions of purchasing anything. After playing with some kiddie toys, you sprint for the arts and crafts section with me trailing close behind. When I catch my breath, I tell you to cover your eyes with both your hands and to not remove them no matter what. Skeptical yet giggling, you comply. The sounds of fabric being cut quickly reveal what is happening.

I tell you to look, and your tummy has been exposed! I hide the excess fabric behind some items on the shelf (sorry workers!). Motionless, you stand in awe of the dastardly deed and that you still look good. Like it's been handed a mic, your now visible starved tum begins to sing. A deep grumbling voice fills the aisle as your face turns red. I lay a hand on your tummy, who's crying desperately for attention. A voice startles us both,

"The food court is out the front door and to the left. There's no way one of you isn't hungry! I heard that one from the next aisle over! Y'all have yourselves a good one, alright?" They walk away laughing, having embarrassed us enough.

Still making a racket, your tummy demands we listen to the stranger.