A gurgling rumble was coming from Jeff's belly which signified that he, for whatever reason, was hungry. He emerged from the muddy pool and slathered off into the humid jungle like area in search of a meal, using his tongue as well to pick up smells of animals and food.
With his new body, Jeff was quite amazed at how swift and adaptable it was. Despite lacking arms, he could easily coil around the large trees to climb them and it made hunting much more easier as he could stealthily manoeuvre through the canopy.
Passing by many animals and small creatures such as a few fairies, Jeff didn't find anything large enough to really quell his hunger. He needed something large and meaty that could keep him going a week atleast, and fortunately tongue picked up on the scent of a delicious meal. Quietly, he followed the scent to its source and could see the creature with his infra red vision.
Jeff took note on the quadrupedal creature that was on the trodden floor. Strong and muscular legs that ended in hooves. It's lower body was that of a horse, likely a shire horse, with almond brown fur and a black tail. Where the head would be was in fact even more flesh, as a tanned and muscular torso was in its place. On its muscular chest was two very fat and large mounds of flesh that were very tantalising and tasty looking. The creatures actual head was very small and delicate compared to the rest of its body with a long ponytail of black hair falling down its back. Regardless of the details, it would make a good meal.
The creature Jeff found was a female centaur, an actually gorgeous looking one at that if Jeff could even consider its beauty. While still aware of his old life on being human and the changes he had done, the subconscious thoughts that changed made him less then sympathetic to the centaur. If he was still human, he would have been aroused by the beauty of the female centaur, but as he was a lamia, he didn't care if he killed a former human or not. He was hungry, and while fully aware on what he was about to do, he simply wasn't averse to doing it.
Coiling around the branches, he observed the centaur who was currently gathering berries from the bushes. Like Jeff, she wore very tribal looking clothes and had several tattoos on her upper body but not the horse section of it. Being distracted by the berries, she didn't hear Jeff as he lunged his entire body at her, planting his toxic fangs into her left breast.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The centaur screamed as the venom flowed through her veins.
Trying to struggle, her spine and limbs were also being crushed as Jeff cooled around the centaur to stop her from escaping. His 60ft snake tail was incredibly powerful and several cracks could be heard as the century's bones were being broken by the pressure.
The venom acted fast as it quickly incapacitated the centaur, making her fall unconscious. Not one to waist anymore time in case anyone did hear the centaur's screams, Jeff stretched his mouth incredibly wide and began to swallow the centaur whole.
Starting from her head and torso; to the fore limbs and then hind legs, the centaur was swallowed without hesitation and a bulbous mound was forming around where Jeff's human body meets his snake body. While the stretched skin would be painful for any other race, lamua were adapted to store their prey in this way for months on end, this meal would only last a wral though.
"Deliccccciousssss, It wassssss a ssssssatisssfying meal." Jeff hissed, finding himself now oddly tired.
His body was tired from the hunt, and looking around, he found no where save to sleep so he slowly slithered back to the swamp he made his home, the added mass making the journey take longer.