#pecker writes

[gurglyngrowly]

Thank you for this request!

There will be multiple chapters that focus on each character, but I will intersperse them with other works, to not alienate people who didn't watch the show. With that being said, I hope you enjoy reading it!

Gangle's Poorly Disguised Kink (Part 1: Ragatha)

(stomach noises, immensely prolonged hunger, belly nursing)

Today's adventure is a little… peculiar.

Gangle awakens, all alone, inside a lounge area. The room is calm and serene; velvet red walls and carpet, a large couch to unwind, a coffee table with plastic fruits, and paintings to become eye candy for the soul. The air is still, and the room is quiet… a trait not often shared in the circus.

The bundle of ribbons and anxiety looks all around, befuddled at nobody in sight. She looks around, looking for any signs of life, but nothing appeared.

Beyond the velvet lounge is a hallway bends to the right. Gangle explores the hall, walking the path until she meets a door. This unassuming door leads to a large, dark place, with a sleek foreboding control panel. Connected to it is a large screen that hums ominously, displaying a simple text.

MIGRATING MOTOR COMPLEX INHIBITION: ON

A wave of terror shakes Gangle. No further paths would give her a choice, and the control panel only has two buttons, ON and OFF.

This… is this the challenge?

Gangle squeaks, as she dares not to approach the panel. What if— what if something terrible happens? What if this control room inhibits some— rabid disease that will somehow awaken a mob of zombies that tears her to confetti— or she herself loses control? No, no no no, that would be horrifying…

…but, another horrifying thought is that this, being the challenge, is the only thing Gangle could do to wake up. Prior to being here, the showman had put everyone to sleep. If she stays here, she'll never wake up. It is already terrible that this dream, a fictional reality she's gotten herself in, she couldn't wake up… but now, she'll stay eternally alone in this purgatory.

Gangle steels herself. Whatever she'll face, in the end will just be a terrible dream. In the end, she'll be with her friends again.

She turns the machine OFF.

Nothing immediately happens. Gangle's senses are still sharp and keen, her eyes daring all over to see if anything changed, but… nothing happens.

She blows an easy exhale. There's only one way to continue onward, that being the way she came from. Exiting the control room, Gangle makes her way returning to the lounge, when she sees—

"…Ragatha?"

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Prior to waking up here, the showman had explained the adventure: a challenge of wits. Each of them would be trapped in a lucid dream, designed to keep them in there forever. The challenge is simple: wake up. They all rest upon beds colored after their bodies, sleeping soundly. Caine watches over them, monitors above their beds displaying what they see inside the lucid dream.

"Caine, I don't think peeking around people's brains is a good idea!" Bubble speaks besides him, to which the showrunner scoffs.

"It's nothing bad! I only took an innocent enough fantasy that they always think about, and pushed it to be the center of their mind! Their squishy little brains will continuously riff off the idea and take over the dream, unless they decide to stop!" Caine explains.

While the rest of them are off doing their own things, some exploring a world of endless possibilities, and others the cuddles of a loving family, Gangle is having… quite the dream. The mouthy host takes a closer look, surely intrigued at just how she handles herself…

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Ragatha looks behind, surprised but then delighted to see somebody familiar again. "Oh, hey Gangle! Thank goodness somebody's here, I was a little scared…!"

"Y-yeah, I was getting pretty worried too…" The tips of her ribbons touch each other, "It g-good to see you though!"

"Yeah, I'm glad you're safe…" Ragatha sticks close to Gangle, leading the way. They both walk forward to the depths of the velvet halls, before asking Gangle a question. "Do yoooou… know why we're here?"

"I don't think so… the only thing I remember was that I woke up and deactivated something…" Her words are low and uncertain.

"Deactivated? What did you turn off?"

Gangle shivers. "I dunno, but it seemed pretty scary! The room was dark and there was just this big screen in the middle of it…"

"Huh…" Ragatha turns her head in curiosity.

'grrruuuOOOooaaarrrrbbb—! Rrrrgggllglglglll…'

A truly awful sound suddenly strikes both of them at unease, as Gangle looks around frantically. Then, the ribbon mask sees Ragatha hunched over, both arms cradling her plush stomach.

"R-Ragatha??" Her eyes become wide open. Gangle rushes besides Ragatha, trying to inspect what's wrong.

"Unh…" The doll is reduced to a kneeling whimpering mess, as she feels a terrible ache that twists and burns in her innards. "Gangle, I ffeel weeeird…"

She wastes no time in trying to figure out a solution. Just a few feet away from them is the lounge's couch, long and plump. Enough for Ragatha to lie down and catch her breath, while easing away the pain.

Gangle urges her forward, using her ribbons to snare at Ragatha's feet and guide slow, easy steps to the couch. The doll lies down, curdled up to a ball with her arms clenching her stomach tightly.

"Ragatha… what's wrong?" Concern shakes and brittle her voice.

Her good eye wincing, Ragatha is only able to whimper out her plea. "Nngh… I feel it— tightening—"

'grrglgrrlgrgglll— GGGGRRRRRRGGRRGRRRRROOOOOOOooooouuououuuuuurrrrrgggggrrrgrgrrr— ggrrrrooooouuoouuuuyyyyyyuuyuyrr—rrrrllllllcchh—…'

Both of their faces goes beet red. A terrible howling chorus sounded from the doll's stomach, starting as an impatient intermittent gurgling of acids. Then out of nowhere, the frothing erupts into a long-winded, raw and deep growl that grinds on and on, vibrating her stomach with such rigor that she could feel it trembling her midsection.

Ragatha could only watch in stunned silence, pushing her arms away as her stomach still continued voicing its cry of need away. The doll can feel the knot that had tied her stomach into impossibly tight pieces unraveling itself, the loud growl tearing right through. She cannot help but try biting back a relieved moan.

Gangle could hear the swampy thick textures of it even from far away, the disgusting clarity of acids curdling up as the stomach walls relentlessly grind into one another. The ribbon mask's mind went into fire, many thoughts flooding into her.

Only after a dozen seconds does Ragatha's stomach finish wringing itself dry, changing its pitch from an angry guttural groan into a pathetic squeal. The doll makes a couple of hitched breaths, not expecting such a monstrous sound to have came from… inside her?

"Wh… what…?" A free palm presses firmly on her midriff. The terrible pang earlier has seemingly vanished, instead replaced with a dull burning ache that swirled and gurgled inside her.

Of course, Gangle knows the reason behind Ragatha's ailment all too well. She's been… thinking about these situations a lot, often times lamenting how it's simply impossible to happen. Yet, here it is, her dreams rearing up with its bare teeth, and turning into a nightmare for the anxious bundle of ribbons.

"Are you… h-hungry?" Gangle swallows her anxiety the best she could. (She feels the need to run away already.)

"Hungry…?" Ragatha looks at Gangle in a brief stupor, the concept foreign yet the hollow ache plaguing her mind. Then… it clicked. "Oh…! I'm… am I hungry?"

"You sure sound like it…" In her head, the very first things she wants to do is to nurse Ragatha, to say how terrible it is for her to be starving like this—

"Huh… I guess it has been a really long while since we felt the need to eat anything…" Her eyes gazes distantly.

Gangle lowers herself, mumbling just coherently enough for Ragatha to understand. There's a pang of shame buried deep within her. "Your stomach sure sounded loud…"

Ragatha chuckles, nodding her head. "Yeah, I never heard it make a noise like this! Guess that's what happens when you don't eat for months…"

Suddenly, another terrible pang starts to wrack on her midsection, making Ragatha whimper and clutch her stomach again, doubling slightly over.

"Ack, please…" She whispers under her breath, "Not again…"

The pang grows sharper and sharper, a white hot pang that squeezed inside her, unrelenting. Rushing forward, Gangle tries to ease the pain, wrapping a ribbon around Ragatha's soft plushy self, tightening it a little. With this close of a proximity, a part of Gangle quite wrapped around the red-haired girl's clenching hunger, the deviant may have accidentally gotten herself into a deepest fantasy.

'gyyYYUUOOORRRRRRBBLLL—ggggGGGYYUUUUUOOORRRRRROOORR— gggrrrrggrrrbbllllgggrruuurrrroooaaAAaaooaooaoaarrrrr...'

A string of long, deep pleas come caterwauling out of Ragatha's poor starved middle, begging for any morsel of food for it to smother and devour. Merciless is the stomach as it lets out deep wet growls, stopping and starting before tapering off into a long-winded groan. Biting back from another moan, Ragatha could feel the monstrous noise tear right through her hunger pang, giving an overwhelming sense of relief in the form of a tremor she could feel under her midriff.

Thank goodness Gangle has no heart on her body, or otherwise Ragatha would have heard how hard it would be pounding. Her mind is practically frozen. She could feel the quaking from Ragatha's writhing midsection ripping all across her tightened ribbon, thus her body vibrated with the force of the doll's hunger. Feeling it up close, it feels like a swirling pile of wet cotton is violently shuffling around inside the doll, the cotton balls writhing against Gangle's ribbon.

"Oh, haha, sorry…" Ragatha places a hand behind her head, making a weak laugh at the predicament. The starving doll helps Gangle in untying herself from her body, skipping past how surprisingly stiff and difficult it is to pull the ribbons away from her.

Holy fucking shit.

Ragatha is being so casual about her stomach snarling like a hyena.

In her stupor, Gangle realizes a couple of things. This challenge is… way too good to be true for her. As much as she hates it, there exists practically no way for her fantasies to have come to light… until now. Whatever this challenge is, it's designed to keep her like this, presumably forever. Whatever this adventure is, she likely has to escape. (How painful.)

But surely… she can stay a while longer, correct? As long as she keeps in mind that she has to go after a while, she can make use of the situations. Have some fun.

Even if she'd lose the adventure because of it, this… is far more worth it. (But they're not real, no? These dream versions of your best friends?)

"Uhh… Gangle?" Ragatha waves a hand in front of the mask.

"O-oh!" She hasn't realized she's been staring off into the distance, "I'm sorry…"

"It's okay, was just worried where you went or something." A soft smile creeps up from the doll.

'grrrruuuurrrrrbbbrrrbbrrrllmmm…'

And her smile dissipates quickly into a wince, as Ragatha presses a firm palm into her stomach, giving slow circular rubs. The red-haired doll makes a tired sigh, lamenting about the newfound hunger that has been wracking her body. "Ughh, I forgot how terrible this feeling is, actually… I used to be able to live with this, but now I can feel my stomach tying up to knots…"

"Do you u-uhm, need any help…?" Gangle pressed her ribbons together, "I can rub your stomach and make you feel better…"

"Oh, I, uhh…!" Ragatha hesitates, but the dull ache that persists in her stomach makes her relent. "Sure, you can… thank you."

"It's my pleasure…" Gangle says, truthfully.

Her ribbons begin to softly press and knead on Ragatha's stomach, feeling the soft undercurrent of her plush form with the mask's palm. It actually doesn't take a lot to really push deep inside Ragatha; a firm enough press essentially sinks Gangle right into her stomach, eliciting a deep discontented glorp to sound off from her belly.

"Ouh… your rubs are actually really good…" Ragatha makes a noise of affirmation, her body becoming languid. She melts into the couch, letting Gangle massage and soothe her crying stomach, wrapping a ribbon around it like a corset whilst rubbing it tenderly.

Angry noises continue to gurgle from the stomach, yet it has calmed down significantly from Gangle's magic touch. Her soft kneading presses against the soft fabric and the squishy body, Ragatha feels the knots in her stomach letting up, coaxing out the noisy growls and gurgles in a satisfying way.

'gggrRRRGGGGLLLRRGGRLGLRGGLL!!'

Occasionally, a harsher gurgle would roil up against Gangle's palm, the cottons inside her frothing like solid bubbles. The deviant could feel it tapping beneath her sensors, the ripples of her famished midriff.

'ggrRRRRrrrpp... ggrrrwwwwlllyyyuuuuoooorrrroro..... RRRRRrrrrrooooorrrruuugggrrrpp.... gggGGGGrrrnnnnnllrrrrr...'

And most often than not, the growls came in short but fierce bursts, rewarding Gangle with the terrible sounds of a desperate stomach. She could continue tending to Ragatha, helping her out with her belly for a long while. If only, but...

There's a part of Gangle that greatly anticipates just what else would be awaiting her…

[gurglyngrowly]

A hungry bird story would be very fun ^^

I do agree, it would be fun! Thank you for this request, I am so sorry this took so long! (Basically I got burnt out, wanted to come back but afraid of expectations, then decided to write it anyway.) I hope you will enjoy this.

Refuel Needed

(hunger for half a day, stomach noises, verbal teasing, embarrassment, non-intimate interest in hunger)

This is the first time Canary had to take a flight with an avian taxi.

His heart fastened. His hand wiped a bead of sweat from his tanned forehead and adjusted his beret hat, while waiting for the taxi to arrive.

For most of his life, the modest man cycled from home to work, watching as birds of various shapes and sizes soar high up above the air, some of them carrying passengers from the back or even carrying a hanging pedestal to carry multiple people at once, if they were strong enough. Canary had no business being picked up by these birds; as convenient as they are, the man's got a terrible fear of heights.

But, this day simply cannot do. Canary had somewhere far to go and in little time, making any other option not feasible. He had to be carried up in the wind.

The thought made Canary shudder, as he closed his eyes. It's better not to think about it. Just tune it out of your mind, one moment you're here, the other you'll be right at where you wanted to be, in no time…

A distant sound of heavy flapping whooshed by, before Canary could hear a cute squawking voice. "Yooohooo! 'Ello there!"

Opening his eyes, Canary's treated to the sight of a rather large humanoid bird landing in front of him. Standing at a good head's breadth higher than him, the bird looked down at Canary, placing her taloned hands on her hips. To say that she wasn't colorful would be an outright lie; a bright and brilliant blend of yellow and purple feathers adorn her dense plumage, drawing jagged patterns and swirling marks. In particular, there's a circular marking right at her abdomen, a bright purple spot amidst the yellow feathers.

"Hey there, pleased to meet you." The man bowed his head sheepishly. "You look quite stunning."

"Aw, thank you!" Standing on one leg, she makes a curt bow, holding the tip of her feathers like the hem of a princess's gown. "Ya look pretty shabby too if I say so myself! What's your name?"

He doesn't look half bad, it is true. A transparent raincoat covering his flannel shirt, a humble beret hat, and a

"Canary." The man supplied in a neutral voice.

"The name's Azalea! Pleasure to do service with ya." She beamed, chirping happily. "Got a good name ya have, rolls off the tongue just nice! Where are we headed, cap'n Canary?"

"We'll be off to the Avelaide, please. The faster we get there, the better." His tone was polite but with an undercurrent of urgency. Yes, the faster he gets there, the faster he can do his job… and not to be on air for a long while.

Azalea's glee remained infectious, "One trip to the breezy Avelaide, comin' right up! Come hither now!"

"Ah… okay…" Canary took a step forward and swinged his arms around, waiting for like… something to happen? Azalea's still standing upright, and she doesn't seem to be ducking or anything…

She tilted her head, ruffling the little feathers protruding from the back of her head. "…what's the matter? Is this yer first time gettin' to ride one of us?"

Canary looked down and mumbled, "Yeah, actually. Sorry."

"Aw it's okay! I get it, first jitters and all. Don't worry, I am a licensed expert, you are in safe talons!" One of her hands were placed on Canary's shoulders, patting it softly.

He could feel the firm structure and course texture of Azalea's talos grasping onto his body. It… does soothe him a little, that her grip would be strong enough to hold him still. But, just out from his range of hearing…

'grrruuuuaaaarrrrrrrbbbbllbl!'

A high, whining noise came from Azalea's stomach, as she placed her other hand on her abdomen, digging past the feathers and giving a slow rub on her stomach. Canary didn't seem to hear it, but Azalea's been flying for a while now, and her appetite's starting to bite back at her.

'After Canary's done and dandy, we'll get you a nice and warm meal, okay?' Azalea whispered to her roiling innards, feeling it twist impatiently within her. 'Nnf… just wait for a bit.'

Going back to the customer, "All ya have to do is stay close to my middle. I'll wrap my long arms around yer chest and legs, and you'll hold on tight. Easy as that!"

"Mm, alright… I got it. Okay." Steeling himself up, Canary stepped forward, letting Azalea swoop in with her arms locked tightly around the man's chest and thighs, placing him quite close to her body.

Her feathers were soft like an airy pillow, but underneath all that plumage is a dense, surprisingly toned layer of muscle. He could feel a firm sensation on his back, his head able to trace the ridges and abdominal walls entirely by feel. After all, carrying people is hard work, and doing it multiple times every day… it's no surprise the girl's gotten herself quite lean.

"Alright, ready to take flight Canary?" Azalea looked down to the man, reading his expression.

He gave a shaky thumbs up, curling his fist firmly. "Ready as I'll ever be…!"

"Then we'll go!"

Azalea's hold of Canary was made tighter, before the man could feel his stomach heave from the sudden thrust upwards. Her wings spread forth and flapped with gusto, taking them into the air and suspended from the ground. Then, after taking enough enough, Azalea leaned forward until her body lied on the atmosphere, wings gliding through with each powerful wingbeat that thrummed against Canary's ears.

Fear struck a chord in his pounding heart. Canary closed his eyes, trying to let the rushing air or the wingbeats calm himself, yet to no avail. Azalea could feel his body stiff as she's holding him right on her abdomen, Canary's head right on her stomach.

And, as the bird glided through the gilded skies, she felt a tightening in the middle, causing her to swallow a lump from her throat as she prayed. Azalea flexed her stomach, hopefully able to stifle the gnawing hunger in her guts…

'BLLLLLUUuuuurrrrggglll!!'

…to no avail. Canary could hear a wet, raw groan ripple the back of his head with need, overcoming the sounds of wind.

None of them said a single word, but the thoughts run rampant in Canary's mind. She must be starving… poor thing. Just when did she late ate? There's a slight guilt in him; he probably had been the reason that she hasn't eaten, causing her belly to let out a loud complaint right back at him. Meanwhile, Azalea silently cursed herself. Her belly drawn out a long and loud noise, making Azalea flustered to hell and back. The last thing she wanted was for someone to hear her stomach caterwaul, yet her customer is getting front row seats to a concert of her ravenous appetite.

'gurlpgurrrlllLLLLLLLOOOoooorrrp…'

Another long-winded noise was drawn out from her writhing organ, rippling through Canary's head. He felt a hot sensation going to his face, and his body relaxed slightly. There's… a part of him that found it calming, almost? There's certainly something about it that took him away from the fear of heights, if for a brief moment.

Azalea felt his body becoming languid as well, and was confused for a while. Did he get used to the heights? That would be rather remarkable, most people don't get over their fears this easily…

Both of them have yet to say a word to each other, addressing Azalea's twisting knots within her stomach that seemed hellbent in voicing its grievances towards the customer, as if he could do something about it. If none of them would do something about it, then fine, her stomach will keep on screaming until something is done.

The bird felt another cramp tightening within her belly, and her heart skipped a beat. This pang kept cramping on and on, and Azalea knew it would rupture louder than any of the previous cries. Canary felt the bird flexing her belly, the bout of muscles shifting inwards and out, thumping slightly onto his head. This was about to be quite the show, he thought.

Out of nowhere, Azalea felt the turn of Canary's head, before something pressed onto her abdomen… was that an ear? Was Canary placing his ear onto her stomach?! But why? Her eyes widened, her breath caught short. Her talons glide from Canary's chest to his neck, trying to turn it back around, but—

'GGggggrrrruuuuuuuUUOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwuuuuurrrrururrrrr—rrrrggggrrgrgrrggglllllrrppp—!'

A deafening, sonorous wail erupted from the depths of her guts, crying out right at Canary's ear. It was wet, swampy, disgustingly crude as acids froth and messily churned betwixt the angry stomach walls, grinding itself and the air surrounding it in protest. The sounds of the wind were practically drowned out by the stomach's demands.

'rrrrrruuuuuu—sqqqlllccchhh…'

The cacophony finally tapered into into a pathetic whine. It seemed no matter how hard Azalea tried to get her stomach into being submissive, it only prompted her guts to groan longer, as if offended.

Her purple blush burned brighter, and she felt her heart skip when she heard Canary let out a laughter. Azalea immediately went to being apologetic, "Dearest me, I'm so so sorry, I didn't eat—"

"It's okay." Canary said between bouts of laughter. "It was fun to hear it."

"Hol' on a moment, ya really… took a fancy to hear my rowdy belly?"

"Yeah, I felt you trying to quiet it down and… wanted to hear it." His words quieted down, lost to the wind if Azalea didn't have a sharp hearing. "I'm sorry if I uh, caused you to skip lunch or anything."

The fact that Canary chased down after her stomach's wails had her quieted down in stupor, before answering his question. "No no, haha it was hardly yer fault… I tend to uh, neglect eatin' f'r a while, ya see. I was caught up in a whole load of something, and by the time ya called, I went for a good dozen hours or so without a single bite."

"Ahh, I'm sorry to hear that." His heart was divided, a twinge of guilt yet a curious feeling. "Tell you what, I can give you a tip for you to eat something good."

"Ah, no! Ya hardly have to do that, it's my own dang fault for pushin' it far!" Azalea kept insisting on her fault.

He wanted to say that her stomach was calming to hear, the guttural anger it voiced… but his tongue didn't move. That would be weird to say.

As they continued flying, her stomach continued to periodically let out sloppy chains of grumbles and gurgles, though none as loud as that particular outburst. The flight to Avelaide is yet to conclude however, as there's one last hurdle for the hungry bird to endure; traversing through the fields of delectables. Beneath them, Canary could see a long-spanning field of shops and stalls, booths where many people walk around like colonies of ants to trade goods for goods, goods for foods. And as they soared across, his nose acted up at the strong smells of food wafted up to the air.

Canary's heart fastened, and he could hear her heart quickening up too.

Her mind was immediately invaded with rich smells of freshly cooked breads or sizzling spiced meats, the aroma of sauces absorbed into juicy steak or rice cooked to perfection with spices and herbs, the taste of it tingling in one's tongue. The mental images attached with the smell tortured her relentlessly, and Azalea felt her stomach beginning to act up.

"Oh, please, don't…" She reflexively tried to quiet her stomach again, clenching it with her might, before the memories of the previous time crossed her mind. Canary has taken an interest in it… much to her own embarrassment.

Canary felt her stomach suddenly stop flexing up. It appeared the bird had remembered and quit trying to stifle it, knowing it would do her no good anyway. There's a fluttering feeling in his heart, that he would get to hear her stomach cry again. Shifting his head—

Out of nowhere, Azalea's talon moved, briefly suspending him on the air before his head was firmly held, pressed right onto her muscular stomach. Panic shackled his body as he instinctively flailed, before he could hear Azalea snickering.

"Figured to give ya something, haha!" said Azalea.

'GGGGGRRRRRRRGGLGLGLglglglggggrrrlllll!'

A harsh, violent growl buzzed from her peckish stomach, ending off with a thick gurgle that carried a deep texture. Canary could feel each click of the gurgle tap onto his head, the acids bubbling right beneath his skin.

"H—hey, no fair!! Hold me back, I don't wanna fall!" His words were laced with fear.

"No worries, I got ya, cap'n Canary!" She continued laughing, before her talon moved back to its original position, holding the man safe and sound again.

It took a moment for Canary to stop shaking and breathing heavily, but he eventually got over it. "When I said I uh… wanted to listen, I didn't mean it like that…"

"Ya not into it?" Azalea asked an earnest question. She's known about unorthodox interests, but it was a first for someone to be interested in her rowdy stomach, if such were a thing.

"N—not really, I just find it calming…" Canary tittered.

"Huh, that's mighty interesting…!" Alright, giving her customer a scare was… not very polite of her, but she thought it was a nice prank. Azalea felt another pang slowly racking up in her guts, and she announced it. "Urh… my stomach's acting up again. Ya can press your ear in, I won't do anything silly."

What kind of person would say that?! Canary felt his blush reddening again, wanting to not indulge in himself out of spite… before placing his ear close anyway. Azalea made a short and smug scoff, delighted to have placed a finger on her customer. She felt her stomach ready to untie itself.

'Gggrrrruuuuwwwwaaaaooorrrrrbbb…'

Canary admitted that he has been enjoying this all too much. "Thought you said you were a professional…?"

"Well, I was plannin' to hold my word on it, but guess we're knowing each other on a first name basis." Azalea squawked back at him.

"Fair 'nuff…" Canary mumbled.

Azalea took a larger breath in, taking more of the agonizingly delicious smell. She shuddered a little, the perfect blend of warm and spicy notes riling up her appetite into a gnashing ravenous feeling that welled in her stomach.

'GGGYYYYYUUUUuuuuuuoooooooooooouuuoouuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr…'

Her stomach pleaded, moaning desperately for a morsel of food as Canary is given an earful of its plaintive grievances. He noticed the sharp inhale Azalea took, but couldn't comment on it. She's… really trying to get to him. Darn it. Canary felt himself shrinking down, as he tried thinking of a way to make a comeuppance towards that smug bird…

At the end of it all, Azalea touched down towards the ground as Canary's brought to Avelaide. Her feet touched down softly as Azalea oriented herself upright, still holding the man close to her. When his soles finally touch the grass, he felt his heart pounding. His legs wobbled, and his arms touched the ground, shaking.

"Goodness… I'm never doing this again…" Canary thought to himself.

Standing back upright, Azalea chirped and cooed happily. "Well, here we are! A pretty sight to see, hm? If ya wanna go back, then ya can give me a call!"

"Heh, maybe… I dunno, I'm still shaking." Canary shivered, rattling away the final embers of fear that resided in his body. Just as the large bird was about to take off, the man suddenly called out. "Wait! Wait, Azalea!"

"Yeah? Anythin' more I can do for ya?" Azalea tilted her head.

"As a matter of fact, yes." Canary looked behind, then back towards Azalea. "Do you wanna get lunch? Consider it my tip."

"Oh!" A purple blush burned in her face, covering her face with her arm. "Why thank you, but I find it hardly necessary! I will get myself a bite to eat!"

"No, no! I insist." He stepped forward. "It's… the least I could do."

"Please, ya weren't troublin' me or anything." Azalea crossed her arms, bending down to give a devious look to the man.

"Hm…" Canary sighed, finding himself into a dead end. But then, he got himself a nifty idea, and promptly twisted the knife. "Well, I suppose I couldn't invite you to my company's buffet then? I can bring on visitors and treat people to a big serving of… hm, brown butter cajun chicken alredo—"

'Gwwwrrrrbbll! Bllllloooorrrrrruuuuuulllllllllbbbb!'

The loud gurgle caught the ears of a few bystanders, as Azalea froze in terror and embarrassment, her crossed arms pressing onto her raging belly. Finally, she relented with a sigh. "…fine, ya won me over. Thank ya very much!"

[gurglyngrowly]

scenario where someone wakes up late and is hungry doesn’t eat breakfast and goes to work but has a meeting for the whole morning and it eventually runs late into lunch time and they get progressively hungrier and they try to muffle their groaning stomach but it doesn’t work and everyone hears

Thank you very much for the request! And apologies for taking a long time with it ^^'

This is my first time writing within a fandom specifically, should I do more of this?

This Meeting Could've Been An E-mail (feat. Tenna)

(hunger in the morning, stomach noises, embarassment, themes of awakening)

"Crap, crap, crap…!" Tenna muttered to himself, as he sprinted through the velvet red carpet and sparkling lights of TV World, glancing back and forth between the path ahead of him and his watch. He was getting late for a meeting, and it's all because he slept in.

Well, what are you going to do when someone turned the TV on late at night?! An unplanned late night show had to be prepared, because young Kris couldn't sleep and snuck downstairs to watch some show. You cannot get mad at them!! Look at their smile, you saw them sleep on the couch and snoring peacefully! That ought to be a job well done for you.

But, that meant poor Tenna couldn't get much of a shut eye before dawn breaks. The man had a tight schedule, leaving little wiggle room for him to be tardy. One thing goes out of plan, and whoosh! Everything comes falling apart. They all need Tenna to keep the show running! So, he had to get up and go, and that meant he couldn't really grab a good bite to eat, only scarfing down on a packet of chocolate powder and water before making a dash towards the conference room. But, the effects of neglecting his needs are already starting to catch up.

'gggrrrruuummmbbbblll…'

A grumble tumbled out of Tenna's scrawny stomach, making him clutch and rub his stomach as he's running. Being the big man he is, that measly breakfast did nothing to fill him up, and his stomach is easily loud enough to trump his booming voice if he gets hungry enough. Even the quiet grumbles can be heard by others, since his size is large enough that a soft gurgle can sound like a lion's growl to any bystanders. Tenna can already feel his hungry guts caving in deep, and he could only pray that his belly won't rat him out too much.

Finally, Tenna reached the conference room, standing just behind the door. He takes a moment to recompose himself and prepare his bravado, before barging into the room and exuding a confident energy.

"Heeelllo, ladies and germs!" Tenna greeted the waiting people with his chipper voice and jovial tone. Everybody at the elongated oval table looked at him with surprise, as the showman introduced himself with an apology. "Sorry for taking too long, heh, there were some technical difficulties if you get what I mean."

Murmurs from the reserved staff indicates they didn't mind Tenna's unexpected tardiness. The three noteworthy staff of his are sitting right at the front of the table; Battat is clutching his head as his arm is placed against the table, likely trying to fly by the sleep deprivation. He didn't even see Tenna come in, really. Pluey meanwhile is quite jovial, drawing little Tennas and the Mike costumes they came up with on a jotter he brought to take notes. Jongler is the most upright of the three, sitting still and only paying attention to his boss. And there is… something peculiar about him this morning.

As the chipper TV-head sits down, there is a sense of… fogginess in his mind that he couldn't seem to pinpoint. A faint snowstorm of static permeates Tenna's head, which Jongler noticed.

"Uh, sir, is everythin' good for yah?" He prepped his head closer to Tenna.

"Yeah, everything is all fine and honky-doodles!" He assured. Throughout their conversation, Tenna's stomach had been grumbling, but he was able to drown it out with the sound of his voice.

Jongler didn't exactly buy into his suede, but he couldn't bring himself to object either. He simply shrugged and said, "Eh, very well then boss."

"Ha, well alright then! So, we've got to talk about-"

'GLOORRRRrrppp-gl-gl-gl-gl…'

A sudden and short outburst of acids toiled by the contracting muscles bellowed out, just abrupt and noisy enough for Tenna to stop talking, while the others are confused about that racket. It took a whole lot of chattering between the staff for Battat to look up from his overthinking stupor, and see that a rosy pink filtered is blooming out of the TV-head's screen.

"A-Ahem…! Right, so-" Tenna tried to recompose himself, straightening his tie and placing a hand on the side of his head. "I'm sure we were all unprepared for what happened last night. My greatest apologies for those that had to work overnight! Haha, when you have an unplanned show in the schedules, it sure throws up a wrench!"

Battat didn't really take anything Tenna said to heart, instead wanting to question his flustered look. "Uh, sir-"

"I know, I know!" He interrupted Battat, "We should've accounted for this from the get go! Every good TV must be available 24/7, which is why-"

"S-sir-"

"At at at! I know you want to be on the spotlight all day every day, but I can't have you burning out like a shooting star! So, I will be assigning you all into shifts instead. Day shifts, night shifts, that kind of wazoo! So, if any of them has suddenly a hankering for a midnight marathon or a crash sleepover, then we can provide with some quality en-ter-tain-ment!"

'GRRGGLGLGLGLGgrrrllglrggrlglrlg!'

Quality entertainment they got, as everybody heard Tenna's stomach let out a monstrous, gargling noise towards the audience. The color red bleeds from his screen as Tenna finds himself frozen still.

Battat stared with a confused look, before asking the obvious question. "Uh, boss, was that your stomach…?"

"I- I-" Tenna couldn't seem to find himself to find any words. The others snickered at his predicament, and the boss felt like hiding himself into a hole forever.

Jongler raised his arm. "Sir, maybe yah wanna call an adjourn f'r now and grab a bite to eat?"

"Noo no no, I'm fine!" Tenna resisted, much to the chagrin of his aching stomach shriveling up as another hard pang wracks his body.

"…well, whatever you say." Battat returned to his usual slumping position, though there is something creeping up his heart; a little warm feeling that… disturbed the green playing card somewhat.

"Ahem, okay…!" Tenna tried as hard as he might to steer the wheel back, but the screen on his face is forever tainted with a rosy pink filter from the utter embarrassment. "Right, what I wanted to talk about… since we'll be transitioning to shifts instead, that means there will have to be a change in schedules! For one, day shifters will have to bear just a little bit of a shorter break period, since they'll have quite the early dismissal! So, be sure to practice… heh, scarfing down your favorite foods and small chat—"

'ggrrrRRRRrrrrmmmlllllbblbllb—bllblb—'

Just the mere thought of food had twisted Tenna's stomach, wracking out a desperate grumble as he felt his hunger wringing out from inside. The willingness to power through this meeting has all but dwindled down, and the cathode's patience is ever getting thinner, what with his appetite getting wetter. And perhaps somebody else is getting wetter too…

"…rrrgh, alright, fine! We'll call it a recess for now! By static, I'm so famished…" He finished the end of his sentence to himself, before storming out of the room without so much as waiting for the others to say anything. The other employees are… confused and bemused, to say the least. But, certainly one of them has had grown an… affliction towards his boss's stormy stomach, as Battat eyed the other Mikes that were doing their own things.

"Hey, come on, our boss probably wants Mike to like— make him a word salad or whatever." Battat disguised his want pretty well under his usual languid language.

"All raight," Jongler stepped besides Battat and followed by Pluey, "So w're gonna grab some stuff from da vending machine 'en?"

"Hmm… why not treat him to something this morning?" Battat devised an idea, "Our boss is rather tense lately, and I think he… deserves something nice."

Pluey gave a curious side eye, curious to Battat's sudden shift of mood. Jongler noticed Pluey's suspicion and eventually caught on as well, voicing out the question both of them have. "Uh, somethin' special happened to yah? Yah's not usually dis…"

Battat shot a glare, waiting for the sentence to finish. "…Huh?"

"…nevahmind. We'll get to it!" He bounced with readiness on his feet, and together him and Pluey made their way away.

His plan went smoothly. With the two of them away, that gives a perfect opportunity for Battat to have some alone time with Tenna on the green room, with an excuse that the others are grabbing some food for the man. That meant he won't be fetching breakfast himself, and that means… Battat gets to spend some time with his boss's empty stomach howling away.

"…golly, why am I— acting like this?" Battat beat himself up mentally, lightly smacking his head. The plan is well under motion already though; it would only be a waste to chicken out.

Exiting out the conference room, Battat skipped all the way to the green room, saving as much time as he could. With a swift motion the door creaks open, revealing the man of the hour. Tenna sprawls on a couch, taking up nearly all of the space by himself. As Battat stands out of his sight, his ears were filled with something that crossed his heart like taboo once more; a loud and plaintive roil from his stomach that made Tenna groan. An open palm rubbed his flat stomach as it continued to quietly churn and grumble, tiny tremors as his stomach slowly tied itself into a knot yet again.

"Urgg… why'd I skip breakfast for this…" Tenna pleaded sympathy to himself, muttering out a hush to his unrelenting stomach.

Battat felt his heart skip; even in this moment he could exist and not do anything more, lest he runs the risk of ruining everything for himself. But… in for a penny, in for a dime, and Battat didn't masquerade as his right hand man for nothing. Changing into his fancy jet black attire and the microphone helmet, Battat befell himself into the bravado of Mike, and suddenly it had felt like he's a different person entirely.

He can do this.

"Uh, hey sir." Mike stepped forward and revealed himself towards Tenna, who gave a delighted expression. His arms rise up, his smile a thousand dollars, but his voice is more reserved. The chipper showman tune is for the public's ears only.

"Ohhhh, MIKE! Wonderful to see you!" greeted Tenna.

"Hey hey, if it isn't my favorite superstar!" Mike pointed finger guns at him, sitting down besides Tenna. "How was the meeting?"

"Ohh, it was an utter disaster!" He cried, slumping on the couch and his antennae drooping.

Just as Mike was about to ask why, his question was answered with a cavernous gurgle that lurched out of Tenna's stomach. Battat felt his heart already rising at just how shameless his boss's stomach was at voicing its displeasure, contrasting the much shameful reaction of Tenna becoming pinker and more fidgety with himself. Being so close with him, the playing card could see a faint ripple raging like a tempest from Tenna's white shirt, as his stomach staged a rebellion.

"Heh, feeling peckish sir?" Mike replied, with Battat trying to hide as many of his reservations as he could.

"Peckish? By the stars above I am starving! I was chasing after my schedule so much that I had… well, neglected some of my needs." Tenna placed a palm on the back of his neck.

Mike have a single hearty laugh. "Hah, I can certainly hear it! You won't need me to have that unruly gut of yours be made loud and clear to the audience, I'll tell you that!"

"My reputation will be ruined!" Tenna clutched his head and hoped food will arrive before the time comes for him to put on a show; to have his stomach cry out mutiny in the middle of a presentation would be one of his greatest nightmares. "I've been waiting on the darn plug to open up shop, but he isn't arriving!"

"Ahhh, worry not! I had already ordered a special feast just for you."

"Oh, really? Why you are nothing but delightful!" beamed Tenna, as he nudged Mike close to his sides. "Knew I could always count on you."

"You're sure right, but we might to count the minutes before breakfast." the motormouth jested and blabbered, "So, let's sit back and enjoy some green air, yeah?"

"Mmh, I'll try." Tenna leaned back and rested his arms on the couch's tops, giving ample space for Mike to place his head just slightly closer.

Despite trying his best to ignore it, his fuzzy static face showed how out of it Tenna was. Between the gaps of executive thinking on his processors, and the hollow ache gnawing in his gut, Tenna wasn't in the best state of mind, and his stomach was more than eager to continue grieving the lack of food.

'gyyuuUUUOOORRRGGGGgglleeeee— rrrrrrllllllnnnnn…'

A particularly violent contraction swept through his stomach and lurched out a powerful gurgle, one that Mike can now hear in excruciating detail thanks tohis proximity with Tenna. Being the big man that he is, even the quiet grumbles that would pass as nothing inordinary is audible for Tenna's size, and does he need to eat plenty. Just the… thought of his boss needing that much to eat, how angry his stomach is at being unfed for so long, how it makes all that racket and throwing a tantrum for even going a second further without something filling uo the hollow void.

Though he still kept the voice, Battat had blundered somewhat by confessing his inner thoughts out loud. "That's a mighty loud stomach you got, sir…"

"Yeeesh, I've never heard it complaining this loudly myself!" Tenna replied, rubbing small and slow circles on his stomach as it continued to burble and growl. Each subtle gnaw made Tenna's palm press into his stomach in an attempt to soothe the wild thing. His nose scrunched up in a jagged form from a particularly harsh knot that ached in his gut, and his palm pressed further in to coax out the ache.

'gloooOOOOrrrrrllrlrrlr— rrrrroooOOOoooOOOOoooowwwwwwllll…'

In kind, Tenna's stomach replied with an insistent howl, the sound light as though the sound of wind blowing in a cave's mouth, distorted by his gut's desperate groans for sustenance. A heavy feeling of relief and shame washed over Tenna at once; the growls almost felt… surprisingly good, even if it embarrassed him to no end how demanding and whiny his body is, how undignified it seemed in comparison to the bold showman.

"Ohhhoo man, it sure feels like something's wasting away in there." Tenna commented, trying to laugh it off with Mike as his stomach quieted down, no doubt preparing another bout of nasty pangs. "Say, when's the food arriving? I don't think I can last a second longer without stuffing myself, haha!"

"Heh, well—" Mike choked on his own words a bit. "All good things for those who wait! They're probably bringing it over right now! That being said…"

"Hmmm?" Tenna looked at Mike with a hint of curiosity, then his antennas perked up as he feels his assistant's hands rub over his flat belly.

"Gotta keep the boss's stomach happy!" Mike veiled his shameless indulgence under the guise of providing comfort for Tenna.

"Oh, ohho—" Tenna was taken aback sure, but his feelings of surprise was quickly overtaken by a sort of melting sensation as Mike's soft and tender touch hit all the right spots for the big guy, feeling his body relax and droop under the cushions of the couch. It had worked alright, and now Battat had secured himself a seduced Tenna as he simply lays on the seat in bliss.

"Feeling happy, boss?" Mike asked, still rubbing the pathetic TV head's belly.

"Sure am…" Tenna replied in a daze.

Battat felt a fluttering relief affirm his heart. "Heh, glad to know that. Sure am feeling happy myself too, boss."

Just as he continued serving for Tenna, Battat could see a slight wince from the boss's mouth, and a slight tremor coming from his stomach as quiet pinpricks of frothing bubbles burbled from beneath his skin. Then and there the assistant's heart lurched forward, as his hands tried to coax out the hunger pang, feeling it slowly unknot beneath his fingertips. His digits pressed more insistently, and Battat could feel the yielding skin give in to his touch, and—

'grroAAAARRRrrrrbbblblblblblyyyuuuurrrrrrrrr— ssqqquuueeeellllcccccccchhhh…'

—a loud, almost monstrous sounding growl snarled out of Tenna's famished middle, before dying out in a whiny squelch.

"Woahh, lights and cameras…" Tenna pressed his own paln on top of Mike's, making the flustered assistant feel the incessant bubbling much more intimately.

…this was going to be quite the morning…

[gurglyngrowly]

Road Raging Stomach (Part 2)

(Part 1 can be found here)

Citrus beamed, her face lighting up as she asked for another request. "Mind reclining your seat a bit, then?"

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Sweetpants got over their shame briefly to bite back at Citrus, a shaky smile etched on their lips. They do as they were told, slowly reclining the chair so they're at a comfortable laying position.

"Maybe a little too much, but I like to see you embarrassed like this." She retorted, and started pulling up Sweetpants's shirt, revealing more of their belly and their tanned chest.

"Mm, sure…" They're still embarrassed about their loud stomach, but that initial feeling of shame is replaced with more of a… tender feeling.

'UUURRRRRLLLLRRRLRLRRRRRGGRRR!!'

As tender as they could feel with peals of hunger tearing through their stomch in frustration, anyway. Sweetpants instinctively reached down to rub their stomach, but Citrus pushed their palm away and consoled their stomach instead.

"Aww, poor thing… it's okay, your owner here's going to get you some food, okay? We're just waiting for this stupid traffic to pass." Citrus pushed her digits into Sweetpants's tummy, feeling the fat envelop on her fingertips. Their stomach whined in reply, gnawing at her fingers whilst the owner looked away in cringe.

'Goodness, kill me already…' They hid their face with a palm.

Citrus pressed her hand more deeply, making both Sweetpants's stomach and themselves groan in tandem.

"Heard your owner's going to make some delicious dinner. What's that one food they always like to make… some fried rice with omelette and anchovies, and to top it all off, some nice and refreshing chocolate strawberry milkshake." Even Citrus began to salivate, daydreaming about the vivid image she painted of food. "Mmm, anytime they ate at work, it always makes me peckish too…"

'grrgrrgrgrGGRRGOORPGORRPGORRPGLOORRPP—rrrRRRRGGGLLllglglglglgl…'

The tease had worked wonders for Citrus, eliciting a long, deep, painful sounding gurgle from Sweetpants's belly, furious that she is depicting images of food that isn't in their stomach, protesting at the empty space and the stomach muscles all gnashing and grinding on each other.

"I know, I know, you must be frustrated. It doesn't help that your owner's a really good cook." Citrus placed her head on their stomach, feeling it flex a little and pushing her back… before Sweetpants let go and relaxed their body.

"Mmm, I'm still up here, you know…" They slurped up the excess amounts of saliva that had accumulated in their mouth, and licked their chops slowly, enough to make Citrus shiver. "You're lucky I'm not used to it, or I'd be making you swoon with how much you're into this."

"Like you're not one to talk. I bet you're enjoying this deep down, are you not?" She retorted, and she makes a point. Throughout all the praise of Sweetpants being a great cook and the affirmations to their wailing merfolk of a stomach, they have been enjoying this.

"…fine. Well, since I am enjoying this…" Sweetpants takes a moment to swallow back the cringe that's burning red hot on their face and focus on the white hot pangs stewing in their belly. "…let's make the most of it."

Citrus feels Sweetpants's hand pressing her head further into their belly, covering her other ear and leaving her deaf to the rest of the world except for the sounds of their famished stomach slowly building up a nasty pang, wrangling up a storm in there.

"You know, for all that you say about my food, I think my poor, aching stomach is actually begging for you." Sweetpants teased, making Citrus flush slowly.

"Is this like… that one kink you talked about?" Citrus tried to gain back the upper ground of the power dynamic.

"Eh, not quite." They continued speaking in a casual manner, before grinning deviously and twirling a strand of Citrus's hair with their fingers, slowly accumulating it. "I can't help but notice your shampoo has a rather strong smell. Citrus, is it not? No wonder you got that name, eheh. How can I not be so hungry during work when all I can smell with you is some… delicious food…"

Pulling her hair strand closer to their face, Sweetpants sniffed her hair slowly until their lungs are full, taking in all the scent. Their stomach immediately cramps up even more, and snapped at all the denial. Citrus could hear and feel a monstrous, almost disgustingly visceral 'SQUELLLLLLLLLLL~...' that feels like molasses being pumped into her ears, sticky and viscous, before their belly erupts with what can only be described as a primordial cacophony of guttural desperation.

'GGGGGGGWWWWWUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuyuyyyuuuyuyuuuooOOOOOOOOORRRRRRBBBBBBBLBLBLblblblbllrrrglglgl…'

"Mm, hear that… my stomach's dying for you~…" Sweetpants said another tease as the cherry on top, giggling as they can see Citrus just as red as they were back when their stomach ratted their hunger out for the first time. How funny that the tables changed just like that…

She had a look of concern on her face. Sure, their stomach was fascinating enough to tease her coworker, but that growl sounded deep and long enough to be painful, coming quite deep enough from their belly to genuinely sound like a warble from the abyss. "I… we really need to make you in. That wasn't…"

"Sounded like a dragon's rage, hm?" Sweetpants had their curled fist placed under their chin, looking down at Citrus like they're royalty. "Well, I'd be lying if I said my stomach hasn't sounded this loud before. It's just… a vocal complainer, heh…"

Citrus giggled, but her tone remained cautious. "But I'm serious though, you really need to eat."

As if to remind them, the car behind them honked again, cursing at the coupling coworkers for stalling. Looking forward, they can see the traffic finally letting up, the cars moving at a more steady pace and the congestion removed. Sweetpants thanked the heavens above, and inclined their seat back to how it was before driving forward. They both couldn't wait for their feast, and perhaps Citrus had something instilled in her…

"So, where to? Doubt you'll just be going home." She asked, her eyes fixated on the streetlights and passing cars that zooms past her view.

"Hmm… think I want Merrybrown." answered Sweetpants, quick in their decision. "Kinda craving their chickens now."

"Okay." Citrus nodded her head, before jabbing at Sweetpants and talking in a mock childish tone. "You're paying for me too, by the way. Because you're nice."

"You still owe me five dollars." They heckled back, shooting a devious grin at their passenger. The confidence they usually had has returned, much to Citrus's chagrin.

She gasped, feigning innocence as the girl dramatically placed a hand on her chest. "I thought you didn't care!"

Sweetpants meanwhile didn't play it up much for theatrics, only smirking and replying, "Now I do."

"Hmphh…" She crossed her arms, pouting as she stared at her side's window. "Fine, I'll pay my own meal. I guess that's fair."

As they keep traveling on from work, the silence permeated by the ambient hum of the car's engine and the tires grinding on asphalt road, both of them had time to mull over what had just happened. A worker suddenly taking interest in another worker's snarling stomach, before leaping at a chance for an impromptu ASMR session where she got to push them way out of their comfort zone. And she was… surprisingly really into it. Would it hurt to ask more of it?

"I, uh…" Citrus spoke up on an impulse, then quickly trailed off as her mind halted her from possibly ruining things the way they currently are. She mentally kicked herself, then panicked even further when Sweetpants asked her what she was about to say. Citrus couldn't back out of this, now.

"I… really liked listening to your stomach." She confessed, every ounce of her confidence that she had before gone.

"I figured that much." Sweetpants responded dully, not really paying that much mind to it in hindsight. It is embarrassing, yes, but it wasn't… something they didn't enjoy, either. It was kind of fun to roleplay like that, even if it wasn't their fancy to have hunger pangs tearing up inside their hollow gut.

"No no, I… really liked it." She tried to elaborate on her feelings, but Citrus failed to actually specify on what made her like it.

"…okay." They blurted out, not really knowing where this is going. "What about it?"

Citrus sucked her breath in, and exhaled her point blank confession. "I think I am into it."

A look of slight surprise painted itself on Sweetpants's face. "Oh," they exclaimed, the gears in their head finally turning, as everything they had done prior suddenly made sense given the newfound revelation.

"Look, I know it's weird, but… I don't know, I just wanted to tell you about it." She elaborated, then pressed the back of her head against the seat, rolling left and right.

"No no, it's okay." Sweetpants looked at Citrus for a moment, before smirking. "It just means I've got a leverage over you."

Citrus looked with surprise. "What?"

Without a word, Sweetpants only smirked and pressed a thumb to their stomach, putting pressure on the dull ache that had been nagging them for a while. There is a nonchalance in the way they kept their eyes on the road and an arm still on wheel, while they make a slight whimpering sound and-

'GrrrrrRRRUUUURRRRBBLLLlll…!'

A short but feral growl ripped its way out of Sweetpants's stomach, loud enough to cut through the ambience. Their face contorted slightly in discomfort, but their expression remained smug.

"Never knew my stomach actually had a use, I always thought it was quite a nuisance at times." said Sweetpants while patting their stomach.

"Oh, wow…" Citrus is a tad more flustered, but she tries to keep her cool. "Your stomach really is that loud? I don't think mine had ever growled that loud before."

"Nah, it's my curse. Well, I guess it's not a curse for you." They replied with a smirk. "But yeah, my stomach's quite vocal whenever I neglect to eat. That's why I uh, tend to bring snacks a lot."

"Hm, no wonder…" responded Citrus.

"…you're really into it?" Sweetpants comes with a question of their own, before elaborating with a slight panicked tone. "I mean, look I'm not really into it per se, but… hey, we all got our likings, right?"

"Mmmhm." Citrus agreed, though she's still reluctant on fully indulging herself, from the way the deviant worker squirmed a little in her seat. "I didn't know I was into it until… well, now."

"Well then, ain't that a honor." They laughed, followed by Citrus giggling in tandem.

"Heh, yeah… thanks." She sheepishly added. "Thanks for not being weirded out by me."

"Well, you don't have me to thank." They rubbed their quietly grumbling belly.

Citrus giggled again, entering a dazy loop of smiling and reminiscing about the moment they had together.

Goodness, she couldn't wait for work tomorrow…

[gurglyngrowly]

a story where person A is starving from not eating all day and is driving with person B when their stomach starts growling really loud and their hunger pangs are gnawing and person A is super embarrassed about their stomach growling in front of person B but they’re stuck in traffic and can’t do anything

Thanks for the request! I hope you like it, if you can't tell I've been a sucker for embarassed people slowly becoming more bolder ajdjsjf

Road Raging Stomach (Part 1)

(hunger over the course of half a day, physical and verbal teasing, stomach noises)

If it weren't for their coworker and mate picking up a ride alongside them, they'd surely be smacking their head at how utterly stupid they are.

"Goodness, is there a car crash in front of this traffic or something?" The passenger complained, slumping over her seat and tapping her feet in annoyance.

Her face - freckled with spots on her brown nose and cheeks - frowned in boredom as she has been playing with her long, braided hazelnut hair ever since the car stopped into a halt. Rush hour in this busy city is always an exhausting test of patience, but this particular day seemed to have the worst traffic, which doesn't bode well for the driver.

They didn't reply to her, instead absentmindedly rubbing their stomach as it lets out a fortunately quiet cry.

'squeeeeeeerrrllcc-c-c-cchh…..'

Yanking up their shirt slightly, their tanned pudgy stomach is visible as they continued to coax out the pangs, making it unknot with some silent grumbles that gurgled beneath their skin. In the poor hungry driver's mind, all they can think about is food and how they felt so stupid for not preparing some at home before going to work. Office lunch didn't taste any good to them, but the overtaxed worker had woken up late at home and thus did not have a good bite. Asides for some bits of junk food and candy they nibbled on at their workplace, nothing was in their belly. And it is angry at them for forgetting.

"Hey, Sweetpants, everything good?" She called out to the hungry worker, using a pet name their coworkers had adopted. Sweetpants was given the name with how much candy they seemed to stuff in their pants, idly munching on chocolates or sour gummies whilst working. In hindsight, their tendency to snack a lot explains well their gnawing hunger…

"I'm fine." Sweetpants blurted under their breath, still looking forward to the road. But then, they looked at her and replied with a more snarky tone. "Though, maybe there is a car crash with how long we're waiting. You're getting impatient now, hmm Citrus?"

She giggled. "Oh, come on. If you finished all of your work earlier, then we'd be home by now! I waited for you so long!"

"Sorry dudeee, I ain't perfect." They deflected Citrus's barking, but then-

'BwwuuoorrrrbbblllblblblblggrrgrgrrrRRRRRRROOOAARRRrrrrbbbbb…'

An animalistic growl made Citrus's eyes widened, as she looked at Sweetpants's stomach rippling with hunger and then at their beet red, absolutely embarrassed face.

"…was that your stomach?" Citrus spoke in a half-whisper, still surprised at just how loud their belly sounded off.

All Sweetpants does is nod rapidly like a lid caught guilty of a negligible crime, wrapping their arms on their stomach as the dull ache in their hollow organ immediately returned. As Citrus was about to console Sweetpants, they both heard a loud honk from an annoyed driver behind them. The traffic appeared to have subsided slightly, but still jammed.

Sweetpants grabbed the wheel with one arm, still clutching their stomach with the other whilst apologizing. "Sorry, sorry… heh, guess I'm rather hungry."

"What are you apologizing for? You were busy all day, of course you'll be starving." Citrus smacked Sweetpants's shoulders, scolding them for even thinking they should be sorry.

"Damn right about that… it's just- quite loud." They made a sheepish smile, their face still flustered beyond belief. "I think I woulda died if it started going off at work."

"Heh, well no wonder you like to bring a lot of snacks to your place. I always wondered why you were so stingy about it, you didn't even want to share a candy roll." Citrus taunted, causing Sweetpants to blush and turn their head away, hiding their face.

"S-sorry about that… I'm just not good with sharing, it's nothing to do w-with you." They huffed. It felt like a car crash would genuinely be a relief rather than having to endure any more of this, and… their stomach's cramping up again…

"Hmphh, not fair. I can get hungry too you know, especially since you cook delicious food." Citrus bends over to place a hand on Sweetpants's tummy beneath where their arm is clutching, feeling the soft pudge and quiet grumbles pitter-pattering on her palm. "Think this stomach of yours is spoiled."

Sweetpants lets out a squeaky shriek, "H-hey?! Wh-what are you—"

'GGWWWWUUURRRRRGGGLLLLLEEEEEeeeeeee—squuueeeeeeeeeeellcchhhhh…!'

Another roar erupted from Sweetpants's malnourished stomach, making them freeze dead silent as Citrus was able to feel all of it with her palm. Their belly rippled and pounded on her hand, as Citrus could feel the writhing organ screaming and drowning out the car's air conditioning, even as their belly tapered off with a disgustingly wet squelch, wringing out the last muscles that's yet to relax.

Feeling their stomach cry this close, the acids roiling and frothing underneath her touch that she could swear she felt it bubble on her fingertips, Citrus felt herself blush a rosy pink too. That's nothing compared to Sweetpants's tomato red face, feeling like steam could pour out of their ears.

"G-goodness…" They whimpered, genuinely sounding like they're about to cry, "I'm… I'm sorry…"

But all Sweetpants heard as a response was Citrus cackling like a maniac, leaning on her seat as her lungs emptied out in great amusement. "Golly, this is all… I never thought I'd see a cutie like you get all so embarrassed with your stomach…"

Sweetpants whined, as they drove the car another couple of inches forward. "I hate that I get hungry this much…"

"I mean, I find it cute." Citrus stuck her tongue out to the side.

"Y- You what?" Sweetpants turned their head around in an instant, baffled by her comment.

"It's like… usually when I'm hungry, it's only bothering me with how it cramps up. But your stomach makes it everybody's problem, screaming like it's a brat. I find it adorable." She elaborated.

"I- I guess so…" They shrunk down, feeling… some mixed emotions from how she described their hunger.

Citrus giggled, bumping on their coworker's shoulder. "I mean, your stomach does act a lot like you, being a spoiled child and all."

"Hey, I'm not a…!" Sweetpants defended themselves, they're not a spoiled child! They're just… bad at sharing things! But… they feel like karma would come back and ridicule them with another growl if they tried. "…had your fun?"

"Ug-gh…" Sweetpants's appetite wasn't exactly riled up at the sight of the fruits - in fact, they may actually feel less hungry now - but they may as well try it out. Opening the tupperware, Sweetpants pulled out a piece of an apple and bit into it. The age clearly showed - it's soggy and gives in too easily into their mouth, making them grimace as they chew the piece into tiny bits.

Hmmm… yeah, sure. Don't wanna weird you out too much." Citrus replied. They both fell unto silence, occasionally interrupted by the notification sounds buzzing off of Citrus's phone, or another animalistic groan growling away from Sweetpants's guts.

It didn't help that every avenue Sweetpants tried to stifle their boredom, images of food seemed to swamp them at every turn. They checked their phone, mindlessly scrolling through their social media. But every now and then, there comes adverts that displays brimming displays of food, utterly unashamed in trying to reel people in… and by goodness they are able to reel.

'Grrrrrrrrooooororoooorrroowowowwowwwwwwllllllll…'

An airy growl softly moaned out of their stomach, making them wince and look away from the phone. Curse the fried chicken joint for making their ads look so delicious!

Citrus took notice and asked Sweetpants softly. "Hey, you good?"

Sweetpants only groaned, which prompted Citrus to take a peek at what her co-worker had the misfortune of looking at. Had they looked at something upsetting? But when she looked at Sweetpants's screen, the bubbly passenger couldn't help but cackle at just how hopeless her friend is.

"Ehehe, I can't believe you. You're sooo hungry even pictures of food gets you riled up." She spoke in a playfully sing-songy tone.

Sweetpants tried to take a defensive stance through their stammering voice and reddening face. "H-hey, look, I c-can't help it…!"

"Really? Ehehehe…!" Citrus laughed once more, before placing a finger on her chin. "Hmm… I wonder, if I started talking about… hm, delicious chicken nuggets, crunchy on the outside and soft and meaty on the inside… oh, and maybe some cheese sauce dipped, oh, it tastes so tantalizing, hehe…"

'Urrrroooorrrrrwwwwllllllllbblblbrrrrooooaann…'

Another deep groan wrung itself out from their stomach, and they sink into their seat.

"Oh goodness, I didn't think it would actually work!" Citrus laughed, covering her mouth in a failed attempt to stifle her bemused heart. "I'm so sorry."

"N-no, it's…" They cannot even try to form real words with how embarrassed they are. "…it's o-okay…"

Still melting deep into their seat, Sweetpants continued scrolling through their phone, not having the courage to look their friend in the face. But, facing away from her, Citrus could see their feed in real time, and made a guffawed reaction when another food advert propped its head up, and Sweetpants froze.

Citrus smacked away their phone, slightly raising her voice. "Hey, stop scrolling if you don't want to get your appetite riled up again, dummy!"

"Eek!" They jolted at the sudden smack, dropping their phone onto their lap as they apologized. "Sorry, sorry…"

"Goodness gracious, you're even more of a wreck than usual…" She stuck her tongue. "Aren't you usually the snarky one?"

Sweetpants doesn't reply; they only gave a look of defeat to Citrus, silently praying that she doesn't dare say a single word about any of this towards their other co-workers. Surely they would rather burn to a crisp rather than endure the mocks from their peers.

"Hey, look, somebody's selling fruits over there." Citrus pointed outside the window. Indeed, an anonymous vendor wearing a face cloth that covers his entire face walks across the winding traffic, with him carrying plastic bags filled with transparent tupperware.

"Mmh, I don't know if they taste good…" An err of uncertainty was laced in Sweetpants's voice.

"Come on, you'd rather let yourself go hungry?" She retorted, penciling her cheeks.

They groaned and kicked themselves over. Being a picky eater had brought them to this predicament, and here they are again: about to deny themselves food again just because they were unsure if it would taste good. But the pressure Citrus is adding did not help Sweetpants in making any rational thought, and they made an impulsive decision.

"Fine, fine." Sweetpants conceded, and opened the windows to call out the vendor. "Hey!"

The vendor made his way to the car, displaying the goods in a silent plea for them to buy. "You want one? They're only five dollars per container."

"Yeah, sure." Sweetpants's voice is still sheepish, but their tone is more bolder. Can't have a stranger knowing you've been a flustered mess the past five minutes. They reached out for their wallet, and counted if they have enough one dollar notes.

'Rrrggggglglgl! Ggrrrllllllrrrr—ggrrglglgggrrrr—grrrllllllll…'

A series of short outbursts sounded off from Sweetpants's stomach, either thanking the vendor for finally giving something to digest, or contempt at Sweetpants for taking too long. The vendor heard their stomach going off and commented, "Oh my…"

Sweetpants lost their cool, going a tad shade redder as they pulled out the cash and handed it with haste, silently screaming to just take the money. Citrus has the pleasure of watching from the background, giggling at Sweetpants's stomach continuing to rat them out at every ample opportunity. The vendor didn't waste any time grabbing the money and handing over a dull plastic tupperware, but they could hear him giggling to himself, which… made it worse. Yup, it's worse. Closing the window, they inspected the contents of the container; several cut up pieces of apples and pears fill the entire enclosure.

"Nngghh…" It's not like they could reject her request; they're both stuck in this car until they get home. "…ffine."

Citrus gives a look of worry before asking, "Does it not taste good…?"

In reply, Sweetpants only shook their head, finishing the awful experience with a swallow. Citrus grabbed one other piece of the apple, trying it out. While she doesn't have that much of a visceral reaction to the apparent neglect of the apple, she understands why Sweetpants did not enjoy it.

'gwwwwuUUAAARRRRRRrrrrrrrooooooaaaaannn… rrrrrmmmbbblllloorrrpp!'

And it certainly didn't help that actually giving something for their stomach to digest actually provoked its wrath even more. Only being fed one tiny bit of an apple made Sweetpants's gut clench down on it hard, breaking it down whilst complaining that it is all they get. Their stomach raised by a decibel, as the sounds become more active, voicing its displeasure.

"Mm, I'm… sorry…" Citrus blurbed an apology, guilty that Sweetpants had spent their money on something they didn't like. "I can give you five dollars and just take the container myself, if you'd like-"

"No, it's… it's okay." Sweetpants refused the offer, but it may be because they are busy clutching their stomach with both arms, trying to soothe it out of its tantrum. But it yielded little results, from how it still grumbled away enough for Citrus to hear it from the seat. And... damned be her, but she's kind of enjoying it. There is something about it that the deviant worker somehow finds endearing, and... maybe she could test her luck. Sweetpants is particularly a flustered mess right now, so her chances are rather high.

"...it sounds quite angry at you, can I... play with it?" Citrus blurted her request.

"What?"

"Pleeease?" Citrus asked, making puppy eyes as she stared upwards to her famished and flustered coworker.

(continued in part 2)

[gurglyngrowly]

a new couple are cuddling when one of their stomachs growls from hunger and the other doesn’t let them get up to eat but listens and places their hands on their hungry partners belly and feels it rumble and their hunger get stronger and louder (bonus points if the hungry partner pushes their partners hands into their stomach and starts whimpering from how hungry they are)

Thank you for the request! This one ended up being longer than I thought, so the second part will be finished quite later on, haha. Still, I hope you enjoy!

Lunch Date (Part 1)

(stomach noises, hunger before lunchtime, verbal and physical teasing, unaware teasing)

Her heart flutters. She stands in front of a house, its front perch tended well with a garden. Checking her phone for the umpteenth time, this location was indeed her date's house — the girl had already knew of course, but her nervousness meant that she'd take any chance to stall the time, even though she's actually early.

The girl steps forward, and knocked on the door. A strong, forward and raspy voice answers from afar, "Hold up! Coming!"

The door swings open, revealing a scrawny woman with tanned skin. Her face lights up when her eyes locks with the visitor, as she gasped. "Golden!!"

"Sal!" Golden cheers, going over for a nice tight hug. They both hold each other in a sweet moment together, the first time they had seen each other's faces in person.

Letting go of the hug, Golden eyes over Sal's quite immaculate appeal: her pink skirt covers up until half her thighs, and the rest of her girthy legs is covered tip to calf with black thigh highs. What made up the girl's girth is solely on the lower end, as her bare freckled stomach is displayed wide in the open; complimented with a mauve crop top that covers her flat chest. Light markings could be seen on the sides of her belly, slightly darker than her tanned skin. Perfecting the look, the woman had worn some purple arm warmers with cute embroidery of parrots, covering her slight muscular arms. A choker on her thinly haired neck is the final thing the visitor notices, as she dragged her eyes bottom to top, already indulging herself in how her lover looks.

"How's my look?" Sal notices Golden gawking over her look, and twirled around her skirt whilst doing a bow: pulling her left leg backwards and her right leg down.

"O—oh, uhm…!" Golden shakes her head rapidly, concentrating on the earth around her rather than the deviant's own indulgence. "You look really stunning!"

"Awww, I'm glad! I dressed up nicely just for you." Sal lets out a wide goofy smile. "You look quite nice yourself too, Goldilocks!"

"Oh, why thanks…" She blushes at Sal's compliment and flashes more of her fashion in a spur of confidence, twirling her long sleeved sweater. Golden's got a nice look to herself too; the befitting gold colored sweater and baggy jeans, and her hair is wrapped up tightly in a neat ponytail. Contrasting Salvia's unabashed presentation of her body, Golden's more reserved about her appearance, hiding her body behind the fabric.

"Come on in! Can't have you standing outside for too long!" Salvia makes room for her partner to enter. Both of them enter a neatly decorated house, sitting down on a large couch. With an ecstatic trill Sal hops onto the seat with a bounce jostling her around, while Golden sits down more gently, but wraps her arms around her fervent lover. They both shake each other around in peals of giggles and comfort, finally able to grope and grip and just touch the person that made their lives.

They had been dating online for only a couple of months, but both of them were already smitten with one another. Golden admired her partner's forward and sometimes unashamed personality, always speaking her mind and smacking Golden with blunt affirmations whenever she self-deprecates. On the other hand, Salvia always had a soft spot for how… indulgent Golden could be. Despite her tenacious outgoing self Sal always liked listening to people, and Golden's incessant gushing about games or shows or their relationship made the gal right at home.

"Aww, it's so great to see you in person." Golden smiles and boops Salvia's nose, causing her to stammer and cackle. The golden haired then asks, "So… what's the plan?"

"Hmm…" She looks up and scratches her chin in a great, thoughtful manner, before her face goes flush for a little. Golden was about to ask what she thought, but Salvia only tenses up before—

'sqquueeoooaaarrrgglglggrr… gyyooorrr—grGRGRGRgrgrgrrr…'

An insistent sounding noise cries out from the brash woman's stomach. Salvia's cheeks went rosy pink for a little before laughing it off, "Haha, sorry! Guess my stomach says I should have some lunch first. I'm hungry!"

Golden's face goes red too, and she tries to giggle it off. "Heh, uh… sounds like it."

"Hmm… wonder what we should eat. You hungry too?" She points over to Golden, shooting a question from her fingertips.

"Yeah, I hadn't eaten lunch too." Golden pats her own stomach; while she hadn't felt the sting of a hunger pang wracking her up, she could still grab a bite. "Do you wanna order takeout?"

"Sure, why not. Let me see what's on sale." With a swift motion, Salvia whips her phone out and opened the delivery app, scrolling through a list of mouth watering restaurants. There, her eyes locks at a particular joint that got her appetite riled up, the image of a plump, oily roasted chicken laid bare on a plate decorated with garments and herbs.

Golden comments on the tantalizing photo, consumed by the temptation as well. "That looks really good…"

"Yeah, totally! Mmm, I'm definitely ordering this." She swallows a bout of saliva that pooled in her mouth and clicks on the button, beginning to write down the order.

'gwrl- gyyuuoorr… brrrgrlrl- ggrrrnn… sqlchh—grrl…! gwrlrrbbrrnn!'

All the while, Golden could faintly hear the quiet but frequent churning inside Salvia's belly — perhaps she hadn't thought it would be audible enough that Golden could hear it, but her mind had been tormented by how… into it she has gotten. She hadn't the courage to tell Salvia about her liking, which resulted in this moment — her cute and flat stomach letting out squabbling gurgles and low growls in front of a flustered partner. Beneath the freckled skin of Salvia's abdomen is a starving stomach twisting itself into a Gordian knot, murmuring scolds at Sal. Thinking about it, Salvia's got the perfect body for her too, but— ahhh, what if she thought Golden was being weird?

"You're okay with ordering one whole chicken?" Salvia bumps Golden's shoulder, knocking the deviant's mind off the errant train of thoughts.

"Oh, uh, yeah." She replies sheepishly, before lightly retorting. "Honestly, I don't think we can finish one whole chicken."

"I don't know! I'm rather hungry, and I worry you won't have enough of your share." She rubs her whining stomach, giving it a light slap that had the timber of a hollow drum. Golden blushes furiously at the simple mention of her girlfriend eating a feast fit for a family by herself, and possibly not having enough.

"Don't worry, I'm not that hungry." She shakes her head before shooting a look towards Sal, "You sound, uh, famished though. Did you not eat yesterday or something?"

"No, no. I guess I just get hungry easily!" She exclaims, as her empty stomach proves by crying out a second time.

'gwwwuuUuUUUuurrlurlrurllurlruuuurrrrrrrrrr—GGgggwwuuurrurlrlrrlrgggwwwrll…'

A long tapering growl sounds off as her stomach unties itself noisily, certainly getting more and more irritated at how it has been left unfed after its initial complaint.

"Yeesh, be patient alright!" Salvia talks to her own stomach, pressing a finger between their ribs and feeling the tension wringing itself in and out within her hollow organ. "I get it, you're hungry, but the restaurant ain't gonna prioritize you first, girl!"

"Snrrrk, my god." Golden disguises how utterly dumbstruck she is by Sal's display under a snarky remark. Internally however, there is a tug of war between her anxiety and her libido fighting on which side of her should indulge or inhibit.

"Sorry, heh. This tummy really likes to talk." Salvia grins.

"It… sure— um…"

Before Golden could try and get her errant mind to focus on a topic, Salvia notices how red her girlfriend has been. Placing a firm hand on her shoulder, her touch jolts Golden into a quiet squeak as Salvia asked. "Hey, Goldi, you're fine? You've been red for some time, honestly I should call you Maroon instead."

She chortles at Sal's terrible joke, before waving a palm and dismissing it. "I'm fine, I'm just… you know, excited to be with you."

"Awww, aren't you so sweet~?" A sharp and strong tug pulls Golden over to her partner's lap, as Salvia hugs and noogies her girlfriend.

"Heeey, mean to me—!" Golden exclaims between smiles and laughter, squirming under her unyielding grasp.

'GrroooOoOOOoooaaaoaoaorrlrloaann…'

With Salvia pressed onto Golden's back, the deviant can feel the stomach writhing on her own body, turning her libido into a burning fire. A burning red color blushes on her cheeks, and Golden almost slipped away her cover when she says with a whimpering voice:

"Golly g-gee, your stomach's way angrier than I thought…"

Golden's eyes widens in horror as she covers her mouth discreetly, hearing Salvia laugh uproariously behind her as she keeps Golden still on her lap, the hungry girl hugging her from behind.

"I mean— yeah, I guess! I never really paid that much attention to it, though maybe I should have!" says Salvia, passing it off as a joke much to Golden's relief.

"I—I see…" But despite her brief panic at nearly outing herself earlier, she couldn't help but try and tether around the topic, now that she had known how nonchalant Salvia is with talking about her rowdy belly.

The perk of having such an innocuously embarrassing kink is that no one would really suspect you for having it in the first place.

Golden says, "You really think no one notices? I've been hearing it ever since you um, started scrolling through what to eat."

"Oh, pfffhahaha, really?" Salvia throws her head back in amusement, covering her mouth. "Sorry about that!"

"No no, you don't have to apologize, it's just your belly! Has anyone ever… said anything about it?"

"Mmm… no, not really. Oh oh, but there was this one time— I actually do remember someone thinking they heard my stomach in school once! I was kinda hungry and waiting for lunch, then my stomach made this huge snarl. Everybody started looking at each other and trying to find out who it is, but they didn't know it was me! I was silent the whole time, I didn't want to say that I was hungry enough to sound like a lion, ehaha…"

"Oh my god, snrrrrrk—" Golden chortles, resting her head on Salvia's shoulder and looking up to see her face, feeling her lover's warmth more deeply.

Sal frowns, and her brash voice melts like hazelnut on the Golden's ear. "Yeah… I didn't really eat well when I was younger. Maybe that's why this stomach likes to yell at me now."

"Awww, don't do that! It's important for you to eat!" says Golden, who does contradict her desires with the obvious advice. But, it is true, you should eat and take care of yourself. Golden only likes to fast as a little treat.

"Don't worry don't worry, I am! God, I think I have been too much now, but I haven't really been any fatter." Sal comments, "Guess that's what a high metabolism does to ya."

'gyyrrrggrgrlrlrlrlrrgglloorrpp— grrrrgrgrgrururuurlrlrururgrrrruuuuurrlllllblbllbbblllll…'

Another plaintive moan cries out of Salvia's stomach as she stifles a groan. "Ugh, I'm really hungry now! This chicken isn't arriving quick enough!"

"All good things to those who wait." Golden murmurs, trying to soothe Salvia.

"Mmm." Sal smacks her lips and shrugs. Patience is a virtue, but her complaining stomach has more force to it now, the aches making the gnawing hunger more obvious. "I'm gonna eat an apple from the fridge, just to shut my tummy up for a bit."

Salvia scoots Golden off of her lap, and rises up. Golden however pushes her back down and exclaims: "Wait! Uh… I don't want you to spoil your appetite, love. Besides, it'll likely be in a couple of minutes."

Salvia groaned, "I don't think my appetite's gonna be spoiled by one measly apple, Goldi! I'm so hungry I feel like I can eat a whole deli aisle!"

'ggrrRRRrrrmmblblblb…'

Her stomach affirms her point, giving a shorter but more fierce sounding growl.

Golden stammers a while before her mind crosses over a white lie and her mouth runs before her mind could catch it, "Well, fruits usually stall the uh, chemicals in your brain that says you're hungry, so I don't want you doing that."

"…oh, really?" Salvia looks with curiosity at Golden's eyes. "That's rather interesting! I never knew about that, hm… maybe that's why those people from Greek paintings seems to only eat grapes and whatnot, turns out they're just fine off with fruits for life!"

A howling chorus of laughter echoes from both women. Golden calms herself after a while of giggling, before deciding to balance the lie with a true fact instead. "Oh, also… if you lie down on your back and swallow a bunch of spit, then your stomach will always gurgle."

"Hmm… well, I don't need to do that to get my belly actin' up, it's quite noisy as it is!" Salvia jokes, but her mind is enraptured by the trivia. "But, let's see if what you say is true!"

With Golden ushered away from the couch, Salvia flops her whole body onto the bouncy cushion, stretching herself as joints crackle from her back, and her bare tummy is wide in display for the deviant to silently ogle. But then, nothing could prepare her as Salvia makes a curling finger motion, before pointing towards her stomach.

"Well, aren't you going to listen?" She cocks a grin, before rubbing her stomach slowly as a preemptive gurgle rolled just loud enough for Golden to hear.

The deviant stammers, shaking her head as the words Salvia said simply didn't register. "Wh— huh?!"

"Well, gotta have someone to test if that hypothesis is true, you silly dummy! Come right close!" Salvia replies, causing her girlfriend to be utterly astonished.

(continued in part 2)

[gurglyngrowly]

Story where both A and B are hungry and eat some food, but A is still hungry but doesn't want to ask for more food

Thanks for this request! Got nothing much to say for this foreword, just that there's a balance to be had to make this fic enjoyable for people who have played the game with these characters, and people who haven't. I hope I succeeded in that regard! (besides, you can always do a quick Google search for context :P)

Second Course (feat. Loop)

(stomach noises, hunger over the course of one day physically but a week mentally, denial of hunger, physical teasing)

There were times where Siffrin thought Loop was full of crab.

One such moment was when Loop denied being hungry, ever. Granted, the starhead didn't have any mouth on their face, but Siffrin doubted that they could simply exist without taking in something as a form of energy. And they say they're not a star, so…

One particular loop, Siffrin sat down on the Favor Tree, slumped over the log whilst watching Loop swing their legs around freely. Their head crackles like a star would — a white glowing mass with sharp edges and eyes on the middle — while their bare black and lean body rested on the tree.

(You consider the thought that Loop isn't wearing any clothes. You decide to… remove that consideration from your head.)

"Hey, stardust." Loop raised their eyes, seemingly happy to see Siffrin. Their voice is… theatrical to say the least, sounding like a pretentious diva. "How can I help you on this wonderful new loop?"

"Let's talk about something." The white-haired wanderer fixed the brim of his pointed hat.

The starhead leaned forward, placing both palms on their knees and their eyes focused on Siffrin. "Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

Siffrin took a deep breath before huffing out his question. "…do you eat? Like, ever?"

Loop placed the tip of their fingers on where their mouth would be. "Have you ever seen me eat, stardust? I don't have to eat!"

"That's the thing, everybody's got to eat. But, I haven't seen you… away from the tree at all."

The hand on their mouth swatted the air in front of Siffrin. "Aw, don't take pity on me, stardust. I'm part of the loops with you, what's the difference when I eat!"

Yeah, Siffrin's not believing a single word of that. Being a part of the loops messes with your brain a lot, and despite technically not needing to eat, goodness does Siffrin feel hungry. Thinking about it has their stomach clenching, angrily digesting the remaining morsel of the food as though there was nothing inside their stomach. It churned and burbled restlessly, enough for Siffrin to feel the shifting inside him.

And there's Loop, who hasn't ate a single thing.

Siffrin squinted a little, before continuing. "I get hungry too."

"Oh, do you?" Their face lit up in laughter. "My, you must haven't fed yourself well! How unfortunate for you, stardust~!"

'Ssssqqqquuuuuuoooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrwwwwlllllll!'

Loop was quickly given a payback as their stomach unexpectedly snarled at them, catching them off guard. Siffrin could see Loop's black abdomen tremble and ripple, as the angry yowl continued to bellow from their hollow organ. Their eyes widen, and they reflexively wrapped both arms around their stomach, in shock. Is it the first time their stomach had made a noise?

"About that…?" Siffrin tugged the hem of their baggy cloak. They couldn't really afford to make eye contact, which may help Loop in sparing the embarrassment.

(Geez, they really didn't have to deny that they were starving…)

Loop glared at the visitor, speaking in a flat tone. "…Stardust."

"Yes, Loop?"

"I'm… I'm not hungry." They shook their head.

Siffrin made a dismayed face. Again, Loop was full of crab. "…suuuure. Likely story."

Now, he could've ribbed Loop about it endlessly; it was a rare time where Siffrin had a comeuppance for the frankly annoying star. And they did — but then they figured that next loop, they would offer Loop something to eat. Partly because seeing the starhead squirm as they're offered kindness would be amusing for Siffrin, but also… they are a companion for the loops. It was about as genuine as a thanks could get, without prompting Loop to bug him about how mushy he is and how muuuuch he loves Loop. Ugh.

(Maybe this was a bad idea, actually. But you've made your mind up about it.)

After a couple of loops, Siffrin brought a fair few of items from Dormont — namely a healthy helping of pain au chocolat and baguettes and cakes and whatnot from the Boulangerie, various pastries with cream or stuffings in the middle of a soft, gooey bread. The smell alone was intoxication, warm notes of yeast and wheat that permeated from the bag. Siffrin could already imagine what it's like to sink his teeth into the food; the crunch of the bread undoing itself inside their mouth, the explosion of flavored cream spread across their tongue, leaving an aftertaste of chocolate and strawberry that's simply too stubborn to leave their taste.

'gggrrruuuuooOooooOoooouuuuUuuuu…'

Siffrin's stomach clenched hard, before making a defeated growl as the walls wrung itself dry at the torturing thought of eating. Shame he has to share the food instead of inhaling it all for themselves.

Going to the Favor Tree, Loop perked up at the two paper bags he's holding. Their eyes squinted, suspicion glinting on their irises. Siffin sat down on the tree, placing a bag besides him while holding one still.

"Hey, stardust." Loop sat themselves straight, legs crossed on one another and their palms pressed on their knees. "How can I help you on this wonderful new loop?"

"Let's talk about something." Without another word, Siffrin handed the bag over to their company.

"Oh? A present, just for me? You shouldn't!" Loop made an exaggerated mouth cover, clasping their hands together before grabbing the bag. "I wonder what you thought will be a good gift for me?"

"Well, one way to find out." They said dryly.

As Loop opened the bag, their eyes furrowed before widening. Their eyes scanned over the bag, not expecting all of it to be an overwhelming amount of delicacies.

"Stardust, you brought me food?" Loop turned their head back up.

Siffrin managed an innocent shrug, grabbing a baguette from his bag. "I thought you were hungry."

The starhead felt their stomach clench, but they weren't about to relent on this crabbing wanderer. "I am not—"

'Gwwuuuaaarrrrrrllllllcccccccccccchhhhhhhllllccccc—cchchcchcggrrrgrrgrrruuuUUGGGRRRRGGRROOOOOAAAOOOORRRRRRBB!!'

Loop's stomach sounded off again, howling away as it desperately cried out for the food in front of them. They could only glare at Siffrin, not bothering to hide their stomach as it churned and caterwauled, like a pack of hyenas squabbling over each other.

They take a deep breath, before denying it once more. "…I am not hungry."

"What is so difficult about eating something?" Siffrin said, irritated.

Loop was contemplating what to do, yet their belly kept grumbling something fierce, the full force of their hunger wracking their body. Inside, their stomach was absolutely furious, throwing around biles and acid from one side of the belly to another, as each clench and contraction curled up hard, making Loop wince. It felt like something is balling up a fist inside them, the gnawing ache of something hollow boring inside them interchanging with the relief of having it torn to shred with a particularly nasty gurgle.

'GUUUURrrrrbbbllblblblggrrllgrglrRRRRRRLLLLLLllrrrrrrlglrlglrp—!'

Siffrin admitted, it's a little bit cathartic to watch someone who claimed to engineer every part of their personality to annoy them be embarrassed of their stomach singing a profuse wailing at them. Maybe they should do this more often, if Loop refused to eat.

"Ugh, fine." Loop swallowed their pride and also swallowed a pain au chocolat, whole. Their body shuddered after not eating anything for however long now, and one itty bitty bite turned into Loop pushing the food right into their face, 'disintegrating'.

(From how you can vaguely see the motions of Loop chewing, rather quickly and desperately at that, before seeing a large gulp bulge down their neck… Loop probably does have a mouth. Which raises even more question about their body, but that's neither here nor there.)

It took a whole lot of self-restraint for Loop not to reach down on the bag and devour every single morsel of food in seconds, mainly so Siffrin has no fuel to shame them even more. But still, the wanderer can see Loop taking hearty bites of a thick, sugary and strawberry-filled bombolone, chewing and swallowing like a rabid beast feasting after a drought.

"You still haven't answered my question, by the way." Siffrin remarked, in between their own bites of the food.

"What, about why I don't want to eat?" Their eyes drilled into Siffrin, staring intensely before easing themselves. "…I genuinely didn't know I could eat. Look at me stardust, I have no mouth! I thought I could annoy you with it, but…"

'GWWWeeeeeooooo—ooOOOOOORRRRRRRRGGGGGGRRRLLLLllll!!'

Loop looked down at their stomach, who gave a plaintive snarl right back at them, offended they stopped eating.

"…why would you—" Actually, there's nothing Siffrin could say about this.

As Loop kept on and on eating, they eventually realized they had plowed right through the bag. Oops. It hadn't even been more than five minutes and the starhead had shredded through a dozen of the pastries, while Siffrin isn't even finished halfway. And that was an achievement, considering both of them were utterly starving from the time loops. Siffrin still takes large gulps and devour every pastry in two or three bites, but compared to Loop— the way he ate was tame.

They're done eating. There's no more food for them, good. Siffrin can eat their share, and that'd be the end of it. But stars above, they're still soooo hungry… it felt like all of that food they just downed greedily had been nothing but a single bite.

'glut-glut-glut-gl-gl-gllllrrrrnnnnwwwwoOOOoooOAAAaaarrrrbbblblbllb-bbl-bll-blbgrg-gglt-glu-glt-glut…'

Loop placed a tentative hand on their stomach, feeling it compress all of the pastries into a thick, compact slurry. The feeling of fullness earlier had dulled down into a heavy stirring within them. Now with more room inside them, suddenly Loop has a strong hankering for more.

Siffrin looked up, seeing Loop with their palm slowly rubbing circles on their stomach, and promptly asked. "You actually feel full?"

"Yup! Thanks a lot, Siffrin. I couldn't possibly figure out how to pay it back to you!" Despite owing their long overdue lunch to Siffrin, there's still that wry cutting tone to their snarky voice.

"Could've said thank you, for one." Siffrin retorted.

"Well, you're welcome." They giggled.

The sounds of Loop's unsatisfied digestion still permeated the air however, much to their thinly veiled embarrassment and Siffrin's attention. Their stomach gnashed and kneaded at the contents, while the empty air swirled around in their unhappy guts, prompting a swampy gurgle.

Siffrin straightened their eyebrows at the noisy belly. "You're still hungry?"

"Nope! Gee, you're being quite overbearing with your questions lately. My turn now!" Their chiding was accompanied with the chiding of their own stomach.

Loop has to distract themselves from the sensations of their stomach blending everything up in their stomach and still complaining for more like a spoiled brat. Yet, as they thought of a question, the only thing Loop could focus on was… asking Siffrin for just one more batik cake from him. It felt like their body was being pulled by somebody else, the thoughts in their mind washed by the gnawing hunger.

"…uh, Loop?" Siffrin waved a hand in front of Loop, who was halfheartedly reaching a hand out on their direction.

"Oh, my bad." Loop sat back down to their original position. "So! Remember that touch therapy of yours?"

(That was a while ago. You don't really know why they're bringing it up of all times.)

"…sure?" Their mood was a little bit sweeter, partly because they get to stuff their face while talking to Loop. Otherwise they would've been sappy about it. "I haven't really tried it all that much lately. I think I… exhausted them."

Loop swayed their shoulders. "Exhausted them? But you're the one who remembers everything, not them."

"I meant… they say the same things." Siffrin tried not to slip away. There had been nagging thoughts in their mind, one they tried to push back down because they know it's not true, it cannot be true.

(Actors. You are an actor, they are an actor. You can do anything to them, and exeunt calls either way.)

Loop gave a sympathetic look, eyes dwelling down. "Don't think about it like that."

Before Siffrin could say much else, Loop reached out in front to give Siffrin a poke. The wanderer yelped and flinched, "Hey!"

"You're here with me! And I am completely unpredictable." Loop made a finger gun towards Siffrin. "They are your party, stardust. They are your frie—"

'bbrrrOOOOOWWWWLLLllllllrrrrrp!'

What a tender moment, ruined by Loop's angry stomach. The starhead tensed up before hiding an eye with an open palm, while Siffrin cannot resist the urge to giggle.

"You said you were full."

"I am!" They growled, followed up by their stomach grumbling away. With one hand kneading roughly on their belly, Siffrin could see the give of their black body pushing inwards, coaxing out a couple of despondent gurgles.

"…really?" Siffrin's voice had a tinge of concern. "I can hear your stomach from here…"

"Don't worry, stardust." Loop patted their stomach, making an audible thumping sound not unlike tapping a hollow drum.

Yeah, no. Loop's full of crab, metaphorically. Literally speaking, nothing's inside them. Siffrin reached a hand into the bag, pulling out the last pain au chocolat they had. "Here."

"I told you, I'm already full! Goodness stardust, you're really quite stubborn with a few things?"

"Oh, no. I just wanted to show you this." There was a cheeky plan forming inside Siffrin's head, as they pull back the pastry from Loop's direction. Slowly but surely, they open their mouth, leading the piece into their waiting maw while their eyes watched Loop intently.

Loop crossed their arms, pretending to be indifferent while also trying to muffle their stomach. They can feel the contents roiling and rioting, greedy for the food out of reach, about to be eaten by him. The starhead scolded their stomach — it's not like that one pain au chocolat would make them any more full! Their stomach clenched tighter and tighter, the white hot pang searing through as Loop reflexively pushed hard on their stomach, before—

'bbblrr— BBBBLLLLRRRRrrrrrRRRNNNNN— GGYyyuuuooouuuuoouuurrrrrrRRRRGGGGRRGRRGL— BLLoooouuurrroooooo— rrrrrrnnnnnggrrglrl…'

Siffrin grinned at the ear-splitting chain of squalls that erupted from their stomach, before hovering the pain au chocolat back towards Loop. Without a word, that smirk said it all.

A pang of humiliation wracked over Siffrin, and they felt the need to pay back. Immediately, they snapped in front of him, pushing their face into the pastry and devouring it without so much as permission from Siffrin. All Siffrin could feel was the slight burn from their starry face, and… a gross viscous liquid that dripped on their palm.

(Ew, saliva.)

He looked petrified for a word; seeing Loop maul at their palm before chewing on the foodstuff was… oddly terrifying? But also good?? Is that what Mira felt while talking about horror stories???

"Mmf, thanks for the food, stardust." said Loop, voice muffled from crunching the foodstuff. They made a hearty swallow, before sighing in relief.

Petrified, it took a while for Siffrin to respond before wiping off the saliva with their cloak. Welp. That's a memory they won't be able to forget.

…should they bring even more food the next loop?

[gurglyngrowly]

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Cryptid Encounter

(first person pov, hunger over the course of a day, stomach noises, giant/tiny, verbal and physical teasing, light fearplay, descriptions of eating raw meat, starved to stuffed)

The cold winter breeze was nigh indistinguishable from the warmth of the fireplace, crackling softly on your little cabin. You’ve been in an adventurous mood as of late, renting a small shack in the middle of the tropical forest, living out a habit of trekking in the woods and sightseeing the many wonders of your area’s flora and fauna. It’s a nice break from being a butcher in your town, though it doesn’t help that your diet now consists of nothing but meat. Seriously, your entire fridge is chocked full of them, enough to last a family of four’s worth for an entire month. Yet, you still remain insomniac somehow, lounging in your chair right next to the flame, as you ponder about random thoughts as it slowly lulls you to a peaceful sleep.

…or so you thought. Unexpectedly, there began a knocking on the door, tapping gently as you slowly woke yourself up. Who could be here to greet you in this freezing storm? The thought slightly terrifies you, having never told anyone your expedition. Still, you raise yourself up from your comfortable chair, and peeked on the peephole to see who it could be. There’s nobody in sight. Your worries still tugs at you but eventually subsided, as you walk back towards your chair only to be halted by another knock. You definitely weren’t imagining this now. Going back to the door, you swung it open only to be greeted with a nine feet tall, slender humanoid silhouette.

You held your breath. You couldn’t believe what you’re seeing. The figure slowly walks forward to you, as you froze in shock. The night and the storm shadows the figure’s body, but it pushes you into your cabin leaving you on the floor as the cryptid walks inside, closing the door and revealing its form. This creature is tall and lanky, its size taller than the height of the cabin. With jet black fur all over its body, dark orange markings on its spindly frame, with an apparent ribcage and a slim, concave midsection where its ribs could be mistaken for an exoskeleton. Its bones are sharp on its ends and apparent, highlighting the shape of the beast. It had little to no muscle, instead almost skin and bone with claws sharp like a dagger. Hunching forward with its legs crossed and its arms pressed to the floor, its yellow eyes pierce through your very soul… until it speaks with a deep, gravelly voice.

“...do forgive my manners, the cold is too overbearing for me,” prompted the beast with a calm tone. You ask who and why it is here, and the creature raises their hands up as if to assure you.

“Don’t be alarmed, I mean no harm to you. I am simply looking for shelter.” You let out a sigh of relief, at least knowing that you won’t be killed in the middle of nowhere. Prompting the cryptid more, you ask about its identity further, as its body coils around the cabin trying to circle around you, its height forcing the monster to move around like a rat as it crawls on all fours.

“My name is Sankeleth. I am a nomad, and I have been searching for my kind for years.” Sankeleth responds, never breaking eye contact. You were going to ask more questions, but―

'grrrrooaarr…'

―an audible and low rumbling interrupts your thought as you look at the cryptid’s stomach, as Sank places a hand on its gaunt frame, pushing the saggy skin a little upwards. The abdomen sinks in to touch its back, as the prod prompts a long and hollow groan.

'mmmooooooooaaaaaannnn..'

“Do forgive the noises, it has been a while since I had a decent bite.”

'gggrrrnnn… ggggrrrooooooppp… blbllbblblrrrrr…'

The cryptid apologized, as the incessant grumblings and growls never stops. You weren’t annoyed by it however, in fact curious about the noises it makes. Sankeleth catches on to your fascination however, noticing your eye contact breaking to look at its belly more.

“...hm? Enjoying it? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.” The monster spoke with a sudden charming tone to it, crawling closer to you as you feel its hot, dank breath wash over your body, and the stomach noises becoming louder, begging you to give it the attention it sorely needed.

'ggrroOOoan!'

“Go on, I won’t mind… buut, only if you have food~” Sankeleth teased, as you eagerly nodded and told it about the abundant stack of meat in the fridge.

'rroOOAAR- grn- rrrllLLLNNNnnnooOoOorrr..'

The very prompt of food sends the belly into a fit of cacophonic rage, its mind teased with pictures of tender meat. It didn’t help that Sankeleth is carnivorous.

“Then we have a deal~” It responded, shifting around to change position from all fours to laying down on its back, exposing the belly for you to enjoy yourself on. Slowly you venture up towards the creature’s stomach, the creature being big enough that you can fully embrace your entire body on its fur. Laying your head on its stomach, it feels like a soft furry pillow.

'squeelch- grrRROOAArrlll- rrrgggnnlllorrp- sssquooOOooOaaARR!'

'grruummmbllblb- mmmggrrrghhmmm- rrRROOOAAaarrr…!'

You can hear and feel the gastric cries happening as if there wasn’t anything separating you, the stomach vibrating your skin and making you tingle whilst hearing it caterwauling and churning up bubbling acids loud enough to quake your body slightly as you feel the skin ripple with every roar and groan the stomach makes.

Sankeleth held a finger up, its eyes narrowing down as it announced in a quiet voice. “Hold on, I think I can feel a big one coming—”

'whhhiine— ggGGGGGRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAARRRRRRRBBBBBRRLLLLLOOOORRRRRRRLLLLLLlllllll— grgrgrgrrrrrrooooooaaaaaannnnn….'

“There it is~...”

Despite the twisting and turning of the belly, Sankeleth seems to enjoy your pleasure of listening and the pleasure of feeling every noise building up with a knot, before releasing chains of gastrophonic hunger in a surge of rippling contractions. You can feel the different textures of each kind of noise: the growls and grumbles are baritone vibrations throughout the midsection like a massaging chair, the low groans and high squelches are more focused points somewhere in its belly, and the gurgles and bubbling are like gargling water softly tapping on your skin. Though, the creature is no doubt starving, and having a morsel right in front of them erupts a low, rumbling growl as Sankeleth couldn’t help but unveil its cavernous maw for you to see. Yellow teeth glistening on the moonlight, with a tongue long enough to reach you, licking your face just once with eager delight as the monster moans as to just how tender you taste.

“Mmnnggh, so good… so delicious~... sssso, hungry…” Sankeleth speaks its thoughts to you, as its stomach also voices its rather angry opinion.

'ggllOORRP!!'

The belly protested, having tasted food in so long. Still, Sankeleth restrains himself and instead uses this opportunity to tease, licking your head as you can’t help but giggle at the tickling sensation. The beast’s stomach seems to be more active now, having been provoked with food as you perturb it further, rubbing the caved in skin as Sankeleth moans at the ministrations.

'GRROooaannrrrRROOAALLLL!! squueellccchhcllleeeccch…'

'blbblublurrrnnn…gghrrrnnbblbllrrooOoOrr…'

You tease back by pressing onto the caved fur, having it nearly touch the creature’s back as it draws out a prolonged hollow groan, accompanied by a high-pitched slimy squelch and a couple more bubbling churns. Sankeleth gets a taste of your head again; the monster didn’t bother to hold in its hunger, as your face was coated in thick saliva as the tongue is wrapped around you like a scarf, its rogue buds scraping on your skin as the cryptid moans unashamedly at your taste.

“I’ll let you enjoy one more roar before tending myself to the meat… hmm, how about a little trick…?”

Sankeleth swallows a large breath with its mouth, trying to inflate its empty belly with naught but air, making the ravenous muscles and frothing acid try to churn the bloating feeling. The cryptid felt a dull ache slowly wracking up its middle, and immediately the stomach responded with a low moan as it tried to push the air back up. Curling a fist however, Sankeleth held back the burp and kept the trapped air swirling inside, and the ache got more and more gnawing, its guts clenching as compactly as it could. Sankeleth winced, and one palm pressed on its gut, causing all that gas to shift.

'grrroooOOooOoOOaaaAAAaaaoooOoorrrrnnnnn….'

Feeling a large tremor nigh rattle your body, the cryptid's stomach cried out a loud and plaintive roar, its skin rippling almost comically, rolling in waves. Sankeleth bit back a quivering exhale, its face cringing at just how abysmally unabated, unashamed its stomach had made. Had it been that long, that malnourished? Another predatory growl emits not from its stomach, but its maw; as their animalistic instincts slowly chimes in and your head is pulled closer to the waiting, salivating maw.

“Mmmmhhh… it would be a crying shame if my patience had worn too thin here and now, would it be little wayfarer~?” Sankeleth teased, a slight chuckle rising from its chest like cars upon speed bumps. The monster takes its sweet, sweet time displaying its grotesque yet mesmerizing maw yet again, the abundance of sharp jagged sets of yellowed teeth, its long and thick ash gray tongue with strands of saliva desperately pooling up to betray just how much hunger had shackled the creature, and how the tongue runs over its lips and then, just for good measure, tested your taste again.

You pleaded. While this fate wouldn't exactly be undesirable, you do wish to spend the rest of your life without being dissolved into the starved organ, to achieve your own aspirations.

“Of course, of course, I merely jest.” It chuckled, pushing your body away from the maw. But as another airy moan erupted from its stomach, Sankeleth looked at you with a flash of discomfort in its eyes, before a crass idea crossed its mind.

“However, I would like to withdraw all this gas I swallowed earlier somewhere, hm hm hm… to make room, you see~…” Sankeleth grinned.

You were about to ask what the beast had meant, but all Sank did was to throw its head close to yours, and heave its stomach, pushing all the gas back out.

'huuUUUUUOOOOOOOAAAARRRHHPPPPPPPpp!'

A large, beefy and deep sounding belch all came rushing out of its system, causing a jet stream of fetid gas that had been properly baked in Sankeleth's gut to waft over to you, giving you a first nose experience in what it would have been like to be there. The strong stench of acid and stale air complimented the crass noises; you had to scrunch up your nose with how repugnant the sour rotten smell is.

“Aaahhhhh, much better… do forgive my manners, but with how rosy your face has painted itself, I don't believe you minded.” Sankeleth giggled.

Going over to the fridge, the cryptid eyed over the bountiful meat waiting as reward for displaying its untamed famine likening to a pet show. Without pushing over its needs anymore, Sank gave in to its desires, pushing the restrains and finally helping itself to all the meat. Sankeleth adjusted to a crawling position, the span of its body touching end to end of the entire room. With its head scraping by the ceiling and both elbows pressed on the floorboards, Sankeleth grabbed a fistful of the raw meat and pressed it right onto its gaping maw.

Its teeth sank into the flesh, and the creature made a hissing sound by slurping the surplus of saliva, finally relieved to sate its hunger. Sounds of tearing and crunching quickly fill the room. Each swallow was no meager fill; entire pounds of raw meat all were gulped down greedily without even the courtesy of chewing it down to smaller bits, a large lump visibly falling down Sank's elongated neck and traveling through the jutted collarbone and ribcage. Eventually the food fell into the graveyard that was its stomach, and what happened when the only bits of nutrition is surrounded by gaunt flesh and starved acids? Its stomach responded with a triumphant gurgle, the walls greeting the first bits of food it has felt in a while by smothering its muscles all over the meat, happily burbling and tearing it down when Sankeleth couldn't be bothered to. As the ravenous monster continued eating fistfuls after fistfuls of food, you can see its gaunt, hollow stomach slowly bulge out into a subtle but definitely apparent dome, and it was only accentuated further when Sankeleth placed a free palm on top of it, rubbing the satiated spot. Clearly it was very pleased by the influx of contentedness replacing what was previously a gnawing hollow hunger, with the way the cryptid rumbles between every bite, congratulating the hard-working stomach with pats and slow rubs, and…

'glut-glut-glUT-GLUUT-GLUUTGGYYYOORRRGLLEE!!! SQQQqquuarrrbbblllblblb—glloOORRRSSHH—'

'BRRRRRRGGGGRRRGLGLGLglgllllrrrrrroooaoaoaoaaaarrrrnnnNNNNNNNNN…!'

If it wasn't obvious, Sankeleth's stomach was utterly merciless with how violently the organ damaged the poor meats. You nearly felt a flicker of fear at how easily you could've been in that stomach, how easily every inch of you be decimated all because its body was ignored for too long until it became nothing but rabid.

“Mmm… words fail to describe my gratitude and how delicious the offerings were.” Sankeleth said, pressing on its stomach lightly as it blorps in reply. “Perhaps my gut can… ah, grant a more profuse and poignant thanks than language could.”

The joints on your body wilted meekly at how effortlessly Sankeleth seemed to reach to you, and you felt beckoned by how the cryptid curled its finger in a come hither motion, inviting you to join. With the ache of hunger removed from the equation, Sankeleth finds itself much more willing, much more relishing in inviting you to accompany the busy stomach. And, of course… you cannot resist but coming closer.

Rather than feeling the skin cave into its body, the abdomen has less give to it; you feel a more defined barrier beneath the taut skin. The immediate difference is simply how much more noisy and active Sankeleth's belly is. Whereas its hungry cries were interspersed with quiet moments, there doesn't seem to be any moment of respite from the carnage that wrecked inside its guts. That much is made obvious as you place you palm on its bloated stomach, which replied with a rolling gluggle, one you can feel like rolling water slapping your skin in rapid waves.

“Mmmm… I do wish once again forgiveness for asking so much of you, when you have been oh so hospitable towards me…” Sankeleth mused, slowly curling itself around you. “But perhaps you won't mind if I sleep off the night in your cozy abode? You will certainly have a nice pillow for yourself tonight~..”

To help tip the odds, Sankeleth's stomach gave a squelching growl, enough to cause a large tremor outside as digestion continued to become nigh volatile.

Damned tease.