Iâm gonna re-create a moment between my gf and I that has now uh, sorta become a standard for her when im hungry. If anyone wants to talk about it or ask questions about all this or what we do, my inbox is always open! Donât be shy đ
Itâs late at night. Sheâs up, still working on a project at her crafts table, and Iâm getting sleepy so Iâve retired to the bed next to it. Iâm lounging, just scrolling my phone for a while, before I hear that tell-tale noise Iâm so familiar with.
I think nothing of itâalthough acknowledging that it was definitely loud enough for someone else to hearâand shift to a more comfy position. My hoodie rides up at that. A sizable sliver of the tummy underneath pokes out.
And then it happens again, louder, and more clear from no longer being as muffled.
I frown. The noises are totally distracting, and now that Iâm focusing on it, my stomach all of a sudden feels totally empty. The wide open space of my organ is squeezing around nothing, over and over again, and no amount of covering that up will work.
I check the time. Itâs only been two hours since we ate dinner, and it was a decently big dinner for us. Thereâs no way my stomach is this hungry again after such a short amount of time, but the pangs are starting to worsen. Pangs, actual panging in my stomach already?
The organ squeezes itself again and releases, a series of unmistakeable growls following after.
gnnnRRRlll..grwll..GRRnnn..
Itâs so intense I wince a little. I must have made a noise, too, or maybe it was just too much to ignore anymore, because my girlfriend sighs.
âBaby, do you want some more food?â She asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
Embarrassed, I lie. âNo. We had dinner already, I donât need more.â
I put a hand on my middle. My stomach continues to grumble under my palm, and it does nothing to quiet it.
âAre you sure? Sounds like your tummy sure needs more.â
An intense gurgle makes me squirm in my spot again. It- sounded like it was responding to her, almost.
She giggles and puts down her art supplies. âYeah? See, honey, listen to it. He says he wants more.â
âAre you personifying my stomach?â
âWell somebodyâs gotta listen to your body, and if you wonât, I guess I have to.â
âWhat do you me-hey! Whatâs happening??â I laugh a little, because out of nowhere, she gets up and crawls over to me on the bed. She moves my hand and pushes my hoodie up the full way, revealing my pitiful, apparently empty, belly. The air on it is cool and makes me shiver.
That sends a ripple effect deep inside my stomach as the muscle contractsâit properly growls now, a second or two longer than the rest have been.
She smirks at me. My face feels hot.
âPoor thingâŠno oneâs listening to you, are they?â Her finger traces over my navel and drags down to my belly button. Pleasure passes over me right underneath her fingers, and again, that same contraction sensation shakes up another grumble right underneath her hand this time.
That was loud. She laughs, and Iâm so embarrassingly turned on, and she knows it.
âHmm, alright well we know just how hungry you are now,â She smirks, âBut the question is what do you want to eat?â
All sense of fight leaving me, I reply quietly, âI dunno.â
My girlfriend decides to ignore that and lays her head directly on my protesting organs. Her ear is RIGHT on that tightest spot under my ribs, and I feel as though I might explode.
It sets off some warning gurgles that I feel more than hear, but I know sheâs hearing everything in there.
âDo you wantâŠgrilled chicken?â She asks my stomach.
âOkay, some chicken, got it. And what about mashed potatoes?â
A loud, short growl vibrates my whole tummy, and my girlfriend giggles again.
âDefinitely mashed potatoes got it, a lot. Alrightâandddd what about some mac ân cheese?â
My middle is strangely quiet for a moment.
âMaybe not? No Mac andâoh!â
A deep, groany churn sounds off in the pit of my stomach, so intense it makes me wince and whine a little. Both hands grabs at the ache in my tummy as it releases another, more pitiful growl right in her ear.
My face feels like itâs on fire. â..sorry, that was loud.â
She just giggles and presses a soft kiss above my belly button. âSo definitely some mac nâ cheese.â
With a smirk, she looks up at me from her spot on my grumbly gut, and thereâs a desire in her eyes Iâm also familiar with.
âHereâs what Iâll do. Iâll go make this guy some foodâyes, I know, I know, easy, boyââ she presses her palm into the curve of my stomachâs side to quell the grumbling cutting her off, âAnd youâŠwill just have to wait. Patiently. Can you do that for me, honey?â
I nod. I cover my arms around my stomach so he doesnât give me away again. I feel the vibrations under the fabric, but that one was quiet enough to taper off quickly.
She nods, still smirking. âGood boy. Iâll make that tummy anything he wants, donât worry, and if youâre good? You can have anything you want, too.â