The way Lang can idly toss something the tiefling just struggled with down her throat like it's nothing through a casually open maw, and repeatedly on top of it, is possibly quite a sight to see for the woman interested in learning to do so herself. The slight bulge of each one is effectively gone once it gets past her neck. Feeling the dragontaur's belly gives the soft squish of a nice pudge layer before getting to the prize buried within. Eating things whole and alive makes Lang's stomach easy to find in there. It'd be difficult at first, but each fish packed inside makes the organ swell further as it's cargo load increases. In turn making the mass of struggling fish that much easier to find and feel grow the small bit larger as every morsel gets packed in alongside what's already in there.<br/><br/>Given the comment of two whole people only being enough to start sating her human belly, an actually filled to full tummy for Lang would doubtlessly reach body dwarfing enormity. A pale mountain spreading out in every direction it can to contain more food eaten in a single sitting than many could manage in a week. Maybe even a month!<br/><br/>Being in the position of feeding herself at a relatively casual pace keeps Lang from being metaphorically blind to the boat rocking. Even if the fact she's lying down keeps her rooted and steady enough for it to not be a concern on it's own. The sudden disappearance of hands on her steadily swelling tum is cause for attention though. Still takes a moment to figure out what happened, though the yelling certainly helps figure out where her attending hands went. "Don't swallow her!" The tone is more surprise and alarm than anything. Lang is fully aware that given the chance she could have been in the exact same position of having been below the edge with a gaped maw when the boat rocked that Taizee is now. Can't be mad over an apparent accident.