Author's Note: The views of the character in this story do not reflect my own.

She was squirming in his throat… He so enjoyed when they squirmed on the way down. Her body, now trapped from the shoulders up, wiggled and squirmed as it slid downward into his gullet. He pulled down her shorts and slapped her ass playfully, listening to her indignant shout from inside his throat. He laughed to himself. `You have no room to complain lady, you're FOOD now!'

Of course, even fifteen minutes earlier, she had been a normal woman, living her normal life, just trying to stay fit by jogging. He had saw fit to put an end to that. She just looked too yummy. She wasn't going to jog off another meal; she was going to be another meal. He had ran up ahead, then hid in the bushes, waiting until just the right moment and then grabbing her, pulling her off the road and into the bushes without anyone being the wiser.

Without warning, he began to swallow her head, covering her mouth and wrapping his free arm around her chest so she couldn't pull away. She had made some muffled shouts, struggling against him feebly. But really… there was no way she could have won. He was so much stronger than her. He was so much better than her. She was weak, frail… just a source of food for him, nothing more.

He leaned his head back and swallowed again, pulling her tits into his mouth. He raked his teeth across them for a moment, biting down on the nipple. He so enjoyed hearing them scream, and scream she did, writhing within his throat like a wounded animal. He laughed to himself, grabbing her crotch and plunging his fingers inside. She squirmed, her legs bucking wildly in air.

He yanked down hard, and he felt her squirm in agony inside of him. So sensitive… He closed his eyes, pulling her washboard stomach into his mouth while his tongue lapped over her sore tits. He probably should have bitten them again before they got past his teeth, but it was too late now. He'd just have to make up for that. He clamped down on her stomach, his teeth dragging against her skin as he swallowed more of her.

She whimpered, he could hear it, but only barely. `Oh, don't worry, it can't possibly get worse, can it?' He jeered her mentally, `Oh, wait, it can… you're about to take an acid bath! I hope you enjoy the stay in my stomach little girl, because that's the last place you'll ever be!' He practically cackled aloud, even with her in his mouth.

He was passing her waist now, and he relaxed his jaw slightly. It was getting sore from all the rough play he was putting it through. He'd have to be more careful. He might hurt himself. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and walked them along her crotch, then plunged one into her asshole, just to hear her squeal. He pulled his finger out and grabbed her white cotton bra, using it as a rag for his discolored finger.

He swallowed again, taking in the swell of her back and the very top of her butt. She had a fine ass, this one. Not red enough for his liking though. He slapped it a few times, each time listening to her shout, and each time slapping all the harder for it. He swallowed again, pushing her now battered ass into his mouth. All that was left now were her legs.

They whipped about in the air wildly, kicking at the sky with no real reason. Just like a woman, wasting her energy fruitlessly. Pathetic. He swallowed her down to her knees quickly, biting them periodically as he went. She was entering his stomach proper now, her head quickly passing into the stomach, letting her hair hang down into the acid before her scalp joined it. She screamed, oh how she screamed, and he managed to laugh aloud at her misery. And it would only get worse as gravity, and her own body, would force her face into the acid.

He ran his hands over her calf muscles, pushing her jogging shoes off and then plucking the socks from her wiggling feet. `Well what do you know? This vain little bitch paints her toes!' He teased her feet, pulling at her toes. They scrunched together, trying to keep him from playing with them, but he simply snorted and ignored them, swallowing again, bringing her ankle to his lip.

He couldn't understand how other men could fantasize about feet; they were usually rough and callused, and the ones that weren't still smelled awful. He swallowed hard, trying to swallow them in one gulp, but only dragging them in half way. Her toes tapped against his teeth for a moment as he braced himself to swallow again.

His stomach had bloated out to an enormous size, her body curling up inside of him. It was only going to get larger as her long legs slipped inside. He smiled, `I hope you enjoy your stay.' He thought, patting his stomach, `It'll only be a few days.'

He swallowed again, and suddenly stopped, something pulling at the back of his throat. He grunted, trying to swallow, but instead coughing as his uvula was tugged down violently. He growled, reaching into his mouth and reaching back inside and feeling her toes wrapped around the small fleshy nub at the back of his throat. He pulled his hand out, `THAT BITCH! HOW DARE SHE?!'

She pulled down hard and he stopped, his stomach twisting in tune. `What do you think you're doing?' He struggled to remain standing, her body shifting inside of him. His stomach churned, and he collapsed to his hands and knees. She struggled for a moment longer, pulling on the uvula again. He couldn't stop it… that bitch… he felt her welling up in his throat. She began to spill back out, despite his attempt to pull her back inside.

He gagged and coughed as her body began to slip out of his throat. He grabbed at her foot, trying to push it back in, but he couldn't, her foot pushing his hand out of the way. He gagged, watching as she began to slip out in front of him. Her calves pushed past his lips and he watched the red marks he made on her legs where he had bitten her. Her feet pressed against solid ground, and he had to lean back as her butt pressed itself against the roof of his mouth.

His tearing eyes widened, acid following her up his throat. He could barely breath; his entire chest burning as she slowly pulled herself out. She struggled again, wriggling and writhing as she freed herself. Her breasts ran over his lips and he gagged, spiraling backwards as she finally pulled herself all the way out. He fell backwards and rolled onto his side, vomiting out acid and bile while clutching his throat. He couldn't stop himself from retching, his body almost going into convulsions after losing its meal.

He could barely see her standing up, stepping back and wobbling before regaining her balance. He pushed himself up off the ground, barely hovering above the grass. He couldn't let her get away! He had to find the strength to catch her…

She leaned up against a tree for a moment, breathing heavily. She had barely made it out alive. Thankfully the rat bastard hadn't known that old trick. She relaxed for a moment longer, watching as he managed to prop himself up off the ground. She snorted and kicked him in the nose, sending him sprawling back into a pile of mud. He tried to rise again, but collapsed back with a moan.

She narrowed her eyes and walked over to him, beginning to pull of his shoes. He managed to raise his head to watch as she pulled his socks off, “What do you think you're doing?”

She stopped, looking him in the eyes as she lifted a foot to her mouth. She smiled at him, “My turn.”

Author's Note: I would have titled it Turnabout is Fair Play (which is the name of another story in the works), but it seemed like too much of a giveaway. I hope you enjoyed. The guy deserves what is about to happen to him… but it seems that she knew quite a bit more about what was happening than he ever would have thought? Hmm… Who knew more about whom?