You wake up one morning before sunrise and go about your normal routine.
 "Mmmmmmm." You say, looking around the room as you stretch your arms, your naked b-cup breasts jiggling slightly.
 You get up and put on your jogging shorts and sports bra before going to the kitchen to drink your new energy drink before you go on your two mile jog. You swallow it and smack your lips. "Uhhhhh. I don't think I'm going to be trying strawberry mango again." You say to yourself, crushing the can before throwing into your recycle can. You leave your house and go for a jog, you're about a mile in when your stomach starts to growl.
 "Great. That cheap energy drink is already wearing off. Oh well. I can always get something to eat when I get back home." You say to yourself. You turn around and see another jogger running towards you. 'Is that a frogman? What is this, Kipo And The Age Of The Wonderbeasts?' You ask yourself as the jogger comes to a stop.
 "Hi." He says politely. "I'm Berin."
 "Cassandra." You answer, shaking his webbed hand, your stomach growling louder. "Do you need some help?"
 "I was actually going to ask you the same thing."
 "No. I'll be fine in a few minutes." You answer looking his slim jogging shorts and tank-top covered body. "I'm just going to get some breakfast." You take your hands and grab him by his shoulders. He screams and tries to fight, but you grip is strong, and you easily pull him up to your mouth and stick his head in. He tries to use his arms to keep himself from being swallowed, but you just pin them to his sides, moaning as you work his head to the back of your throat. Another swallow and you feel his head and shoulders being worked down your throat towards your open growling stomach. This Berin character doesn't have the best texture in the world, but you still enjoy the salty flavor of his skin.
 You moan again, putting your hands on your belly, feeling the head and shoulders of your prey enter it. You can't explain how you feel if you tried, but it's a feeling you wouldn't mind experiencing again, after this meal is digested of course. You swallow again and turn your prey upwards, tiliting your head back and using gravity to swallow his slender lowerbody, you hear him scream as your belly growls around him, but you ignore the screams and continue to swallow and swallow. Finally you reach his webbed feet, you swallow hard twice, swallowing his feet down your throat and into your belly. A satisfied belch escapes you, letting you know that your meal is completely in your belly, and giving you one final taste of your delicious breakfast.
 "Slimy, yet satisfying." You say to yourself as you rub your large tight full belly. Your hunger satisfied, you begin your jog back home, your large belly vibrating with every step while your prey begs to be let out, but you again ignore him. When you get home, you take off your clothes and take a hot shower, afterwhich you go to bed and rub your still large belly, allowing the sounds to lull you to sleep. You close your eyes and say, "I should go jogging more often." Before going to sleep while your dead prey begins to digest.