Part 2! More light and fun than the first part, good things happening for Zoe. this was originally going to be 2 parts total, but things happened and 3 is well on the way :)



Zoe woke up, and thought she must have died. The light was gentle, and she was on something soft, it must be a cloud, she had slept in her box for so long, and it was not soft. But heaven was supposed to be painless, and as nice as her cloud felt, she was still in some pain. Her head, between her legs, her ribs. Zoe was so confused, so she forced her eyes open to figure it out. She saw the ceiling and the soft lights, the cream colored walls. She turned her head, it hurt, but not as bad as before. She was in a bed, a real bed, with pillows and a blanket and everything. Zoe saw the IV stand next to the bed, the line wound down, it was in her wrist. Memories were coming back, the rape, the rain, the stranger…this must be the harem.


Zoe heard a friendly, soft voice “Hey sleepy head. We weren’t sure if you were going to wake up at all for a while there” a hand touched her arm, she turned her head. The girl standing by the bed was older, early twenties. She was chubby but not fat, well fed, with round cheeks and happy eyes, wearing not a stitch of clothing, save only a slave collar identifying her as Tiffany. Zoe was suddenly aware that she was also naked under the blanket, except for a pullup. The old Zoe would have been mortified by the last bit. The new Zoe was warm and almost comfortable and seemed to be safe, and the older girl wasn’t teasing her, so she couldn’t seem to mind.


“How long was I out?” her voice was soft, she couldn’t seem to manage above a whisper. This did concern her, she tried to sit up. The older girl pushed her gently back down “Easy, easy. You’re on a lot of medication, it will wear off. You’ve been sleeping for almost two weeks, the swelling in your brain was pretty bad for a while, I think you’re going to have to live with some balance problems. We fixed most of the rest and got it safe to wake you, but you’re definitely still healing. That street gang did a number on you” Zoe felt sadness “The leader, I used to think he was my friend”. Tiffany patted her arm “We saw it all on the city security cameras, that’s not a friend. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore, your life got better as soon as Daddy picked you up off the street”.


That brought Zoe back to her questions, she had a lot of them. “I was out for so much, I only remember bits. Where am I? What’s the deal here?” Tiffany laughed “Oh yeah, I guess nobody explained it while you were in your little coma. So, this is one of those harems they started letting the mega-wealthy run a few years ago. I’m sure you’ve heard, lots of taxes, but they are like micronations, regular laws don’t apply. Most of the time they are for gladiator fights or drug selling. This one is mostly just sex and entertainment. Gimli and Nixon own this place, they are the Daddies of the harem. They want us all to get chubby and just enjoy our time here. Eventually every girl ends up on the table, but we all came out of much worse”. That all sounded good to Zoe. She was warm and comfortable and Tiffany was friendly, and….her stomach grumbled. “I heard something about there being food, even getting chubby?” she asked hopefully. Tiffany laughed again, Zoe loved her laugh, it came easily and seemed genuine “Oh baby, you have no idea”.



Tiffany adjusted the IV line and bag so that it was all wrapped around Zoe’s arm, allowing her to move. Zoe wanted to walk, but Tiffany insisted on a wheelchair “You took a lot of damage in your lower body, and you’ve been down and drugged for two weeks. We’ll get you some physical therapy, but if you stand right now, you’ll just fall. It’s just for a couple days” Zoe was just so excited about what was to come, she agreed pretty readily. Tiffany wouldn’t let her lose the pullup, but did help her get black gym shorts over it “The other girls will know, a few have been there themselves, but it makes newbies feel better. In a year, you’ll be amazed that you cared, because you’ll spend most of that time naked”. Zoe asked about a shirt, Tiffany laughed “No shirts here baby, even the shorts are just because of the pullup. Come on, let’s go meet your new sisters. It’s all good, you’ll see”. Tiffany loaded the little girl into the chair, and they went out the door and into her new life.


Tiffany got her into the elevator and downstairs, Zoe gasped when the door opened. There were dozens of naked girls out there. All shapes and sizes and ages from about ten to late twenties. Some were thin or average, but the majority, especially of the older girls, were plump, padded…and all smiling. Tiffany pushed the wheelchair out of the elevator and they all came to greet Zoe, there were hugs and cuddles, cheek and forehead kisses, much aww’ing about how cute she was, basically more affection in just a few minutes than Zoe had experienced in her entire life. The chubby girls were warm and soft and called her ‘little sister’ and Zoe quickly decided that she loved them very much. The loli couldn’t get enough of her new friends, learning names, chatting, hugging, lots and lots of hugging. Then the dinner bell rang.


Tiffany was back at her side, smiling widely as she rolled Zoe outside. She loved when the hungry ones got adopted, their reactions to that first harem dinner were always so cute. They got outside and Zoe nearly fell out of the chair. The smells washed over her, wonderful, delicious smells. Meat and roasted vegetables, bread and casseroles and sauces and so many other things that Zoe had never tasted and wanted to. There were tables set up, loaded down with a feast, each one with more food than Zoe had eaten in a year, total she was looking at more food than she had eaten in her entire life. The centerpiece of each table was a girl, whole and roasted golden, seasoned and drizzled with sauce. Zoe had never eaten human meat before, she had only heard about it because it was illegal outside of harems. She had doubts about it at first, but as Zoe rolled her closer and the aroma got stronger, those reservations melted away.


Tiffany parked Zoe at the end of one of the tables. Everyone was seated and started loading plates. The girls at her table got one for Zoe and put a little bit of everything on it, topping it off with a thick slice of thigh, medium rare with golden brown skin cracking at the cut. It was dripping with juices and Zoe found herself trembling with excitement. She cut the first bite of meat and as it melted in her mouth, hot and flavorful and absurdly tender, Zoe felt tears in her eyes, although she couldn’t place why. A tall black girl with big tits and plenty of padding to her left gave the munchkin a quick one-armed hug “You’re home now baby”


The meal continued for a long time, several hours into the night. Zoe ate some of everything. She tried every dish, and enjoyed each of them. She did get a couple more slices of girl before the bones were picked clean and had that same confused euphoria with each bite. She ate several plates, the girl meat ran out, but everything else just kept getting replenished….except for the veggies. Zoe had savored them, but had noticed that she was eating more of them than anyone else, she worried about being rude. The other girls found this DEEPLY funny. The black girl who had hugged her, Tasha, explained how things worked. Zoe was welcome to eat whatever she wanted for a couple weeks, to get her off of being malnourished. For the rest of the girls, and Zoe when she got there, the target in this harem was 5’5 and 260lbs, scaled for height. Veggies in the diet were needed for health, but they were not provided in the same quantity because they did not help girls get to ‘table weight’.


Desserts on the other hand….Zoe had tasted meat and veggies and bread before, but rarely sugary foods, and never chocolate. The variety of sweet treats laid out was staggering. Cakes and cupcakes and cookies and a hundred other things Zoe could not identify. She had felt reasonably full at the end of the main meal, but now her body seemed to remember that as far as Zoe could recall, she’d NEVER not been hungry, and she’d taken in nothing solid at all during her 2 week coma. She lit into the junk food with the same energy as the meats previously. So many wonderful flavors and textures, and just so much of it. By the time she stopped, her belly hurt, not the hungry ache she knew so well, but a surrender, she was full, for the first time in her life, she was really and truly, uncomfortably full. Zoe looked down, she had a very visible food baby. She was also exhausted. It was very late, she was not recovered, and feasting like that took a lot out of a loli. She felt warm and gentle arms lift her up, she was settled in a soft lap, with her head between big heavy breasts, and her last thought before drifting off was a realization of what the meat had made her feel, contentment. That was what she wanted in life, to greet other girl coming here in need of a hug, and to give her life to provide another disoriented kid the same religious experience. Zoe slept, dreaming happy dreams. It was the safest, warmest, best sleep of her life.