Hungry? Good.

It’s late at night. She’s up, still working on a project at her crafts table, and I’m getting sleepy so I’ve retired to the bed next to it. I’m lounging, just scrolling my phone for a while, before I hear that tell-tale noise I’m so familiar with.

grrlll..

I think nothing of it—although acknowledging that it was definitely loud enough for someone else to hear—and shift to a more comfy position. My hoodie rides up at that. A sizable sliver of the tummy underneath pokes out.

And then it happens again, louder, and more clear from no longer being as muffled.

grmm..gwwwrrr..

I frown. The noises are totally distracting, and now that I’m focusing on it, my stomach all of a sudden feels totally empty. The wide open space of my organ is squeezing around nothing, over and over again, and no amount of covering that up will work.

I check the time. It’s only been two hours since we ate dinner, and it was a decently big dinner for us. There’s no way my stomach is this hungry again after such a short amount of time, but the pangs are starting to worsen. Pangs, actual panging in my stomach already?

The organ squeezes itself again and releases, a series of unmistakeable growls following after.

gnnnRRRlll..grwll..GRRnnn..

It’s so intense I wince a little. I must have made a noise, too, or maybe it was just too much to ignore anymore, because my girlfriend sighs.

“Baby, do you want some more food?” She asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

Embarrassed, I lie. “No. We had dinner already, I don’t need more.”

I put a hand on my middle. My stomach continues to grumble under my palm, and it does nothing to quiet it.

“Are you sure? Sounds like your tummy sure needs more.”

An intense gurgle makes me squirm in my spot again. It- sounded like it was responding to her, almost.

She giggles and puts down her art supplies. “Yeah? See, honey, listen to it. He says he wants more.”

“Are you personifying my stomach?”

“Well somebody’s gotta listen to your body, and if you won’t, I guess I have to.”

“What do you me-hey! What’s happening??” I laugh a little, because out of nowhere, she gets up and crawls over to me on the bed. She moves my hand and pushes my hoodie up the full way, revealing my pitiful, apparently empty, belly. The air on it is cool and makes me shiver.

That sends a ripple effect deep inside my stomach as the muscle contracts—it properly growls now, a second or two longer than the rest have been.

She smirks at me. My face feels hot.

“Poor thing…no one’s listening to you, are they?” Her finger traces over my navel and drags down to my belly button. Pleasure passes over me right underneath her fingers, and again, that same contraction sensation shakes up another grumble right underneath her hand this time.

Grrwwwmmmmm..

That was loud. She laughs, and I’m so embarrassingly turned on, and she knows it.

“Hmm, alright well we know just how hungry you are now,” She smirks, “But the question is what do you want to eat?”

All sense of fight leaving me, I reply quietly, “I dunno.”

My girlfriend decides to ignore that and lays her head directly on my protesting organs. Her ear is RIGHT on that tightest spot under my ribs, and I feel as though I might explode.

It sets off some warning gurgles that I feel more than hear, but I know she’s hearing everything in there.

“Do you want…grilled chicken?” She asks my stomach.

I feel a grumble.

“Okay, some chicken, got it. And what about mashed potatoes?”

A loud, short growl vibrates my whole tummy, and my girlfriend giggles again.

“Definitely mashed potatoes got it, a lot. Alright—andddd what about some mac ‘n cheese?”

My middle is strangely quiet for a moment.

“Maybe not? No Mac and—oh!”

A deep, groany churn sounds off in the pit of my stomach, so intense it makes me wince and whine a little. Both hands grabs at the ache in my tummy as it releases another, more pitiful growl right in her ear.

My face feels like it’s on fire. “..sorry, that was loud.”

She just giggles and presses a soft kiss above my belly button. “So definitely some mac n’ cheese.”

He gurgles approvingly.

With a smirk, she looks up at me from her spot on my grumbly gut, and there’s a desire in her eyes I’m also familiar with.

“Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll go make this guy some food—yes, I know, I know, easy, boy—“ she presses her palm into the curve of my stomach’s side to quell the grumbling cutting her off, “And you…will just have to wait. Patiently. Can you do that for me, honey?”

I nod. I cover my arms around my stomach so he doesn’t give me away again. I feel the vibrations under the fabric, but that one was quiet enough to taper off quickly.

don’t worry you are perfect c@//n3

Kevin was hunched over his keyboard, tapping away at his computer with one hand, the other slung loosely over his middle. His stomach rumbled faintly under his palm. But Kevin was too invested in his work to notice. Unbeknown to him, his cubicle neighbour could hear every little sound.

Guuuu-Glorp…. Grooooowllll…

Matt stared at his computer screen, trying in vain to read the lines of code. How on earth was he supposed to work under these conditions?? Another longing growl came from his left and he bit his cheek, trying to breathe through the arousal.

GroooooWWWWLLLL….

The sound lasted for four seconds. Matt was starting to pitch a tent. He stood up and awkwardly shuffled to the bathroom when nobody was looking. After relieving himself as quietly as he could, he fetched Kevin some snacks from the kitchen.

“Hey buddy,” he signed, leaning awkwardly against the thin divider separating their tables. Kevin failed to look up until Matt placed the snacks on his table.

A small nod of gratitude was all he got from the man.

Just as well! Now he would eat and Matt would regain his ability to focus!

Grrrrrrrrrrrr… Grooooaaaaghhhh

Distantly, Kevin seemed to be aware that there was food on his table. But he kept telling himself he would eat once he was done with work.

Guuuuu… GrRRGhhhhh… GRRRROOOOOWWWWLLLLLL…

Matt had his head in his hands. Kevin´s stomach would not stop rumbling. It was like a siren song, keeping him in place. It was too early to leave work and he was too horny to bear looking Kevin in the eyes and asking him to please, for the love of god, eat something.

Maybe he could get the man take out? Something wonderful smelling that Kevin would be obligated to eat while it was still warm. But- But what if he didn´t? What if he resisted? If his stomach rumbled even louder, begging for the food it could smell but not have.

GRRRRRRR….

Matt wiped the sweat off his brow and rearranged a few things around his desk. His pants were getting awfully tight. He took a deep breath.

Steady now. easy now. It´s just a sound.

He was losing his mind over a co-worker being a little peckish. It would be ridiculous to make a fuss about this, to bother Kevin any more than he already had. No, he didn´t want to tell him. He wanted to be home, replaying these sounds in his mind for hours.

Another deep growl tore through Kevin´s gut and the man audible groaned.

Matt was squirming in his seat when finally, FINALLY he heard the sound of rustling. A wrapper being undone. A few bites being eaten. Matt sighed in relief.

His prayers had been answered!!

Then- A clicking sound. Keyboard clacker.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…. GROOOOWWWWLLLL…

post episode 9🫪