Glarg drooled as he looked at his platter: catgirl twins, a centaur and large lizard, all lightly drizzled with sweet n' sour sauce and each stuffed with a stick of celery and arranged in a splayed pattern. 'Excellent' he beamed to the waiters, 'and so well presented!'. He then slimed forward, rearing up high over the meal revealing his gastropod, a mass of moving, slimy, glistening and bobbles flesh, puckered towards the centreline. He oozed more and more, a rain of warm glutinous juices raining down on the squirming meal. Then he slowly sank down onto the food, progressively engulfing them in his mass, first their feet, then bodies and finally squishing himself over them completely. His fleshy foot rippled over them, tasting and enjoying their writhing, entirely coating them in the pregestive fluid, then, one by one he sucked them into the centre of his foot which, being his mouth, opened into a slimy gullet. He gulped the first catgirl tailfirst, her claws failing to find anything solid enough to get a grip on, then he stretched his maw round the hooves of the centaur. He kicked a few times, but this just aided his passage. The lizard had already started to swallow the second catgirl feetfirst; they both ascended in to the gelatinous stomach headfirst.<br/>The whole ensemble was downed in a little over ten minutes. He sucked the floor clean, his slightly bulged body moving with the moaning bodies inside him. He reared up again, his mouth bubbling slightly as his stomach started to gurgle.