Given the chance, Lang would gorge herself into the same theoretical state as Taizee would. It'd be a good thing for the others in the boat that neither of the gluttonous women technically needed it if they were given the chance to indulge themselves until their stomachs finally ran out of space. But Lang doesn't have the luxury of someone feeding her literally by the bucketful.<br/><br/>Instead she is assisting and encouraging another as an impromptu teacher despite the taur's desire to feast until she's floating a barge on her own distended bellies. So selfless! "Quite a nice feeling?" she poses as a possible end to the teifling's cut off thought. Lang gives the side of her plump taur tummy a rub. "You can count yourself lucky that one fish is all it takes to feel that. This tank here alone would need a beast my size squirming around to feel like that." Her hand runs up the scaled flank up to the smooth skin to pat her human belly. "With a whole person up here to top it off. Double all that to actually start sating my appetite." Lang sighs wistfully as the statement leads to a thought of getting to eat until she's actually<span style="font-weight: bold">full</span>. It makes her start idly tossing what fish she can reach down her own maw without consciously thinking about it.