Becoming a parent seems to make quite a difference in your attitude as well as in Lizzy's. All these zonked out girls around you. You could stuff yourself until you couldn't move, much less get out the door. You probably never will have another chance like this to just eat yourself sick. But you hardly consider the idea. Your daughter will need these meals, and that means you go, well not hungry, but not pigging out. The you of just a couple of days ago would consider you crazy.

Pulling the laundry cart into the center of the room, you start lifting the lasses and stuffing them into it. It's a large basket and you have lost count by the time it is full of ladies.
Now to get it back to your place. With all that meat in it, that is no easy task, but you get it moving and it is possible to keep it moving once it is started.
Finally you are home, but not able to rest for more than a moment. Each future meal must be taken out of the basket, carried to the wall of chains, and then locked in. It's even more strain on you.
Finally you are done. But you are not even close to done. Lizzy is still back at the dorm, and has likely eaten so many vixens she can't move without your help. So back to the dorm ...

As expected, Lizzy has eaten herself into a stupor. Getting her into the cart, much less back home is a heroic task. But eventually she is inside and you are ready to start home. However, there is room for several more maidens and so you gather some more, after a few minute's rest.

As you rest, you note Julie, who is as strung out as the other druggies. Given she made this harvest possible for you, you feel it would be improper to add her to your larder. Still, that doesn't rule out other ways to make use of her...