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Two weeks on this perfect tropical beach, and I can't stop thinking about my toilet slave back home. Normally, I'd be there to provide every meal myself, making sure they’re fed exactly what they need to survive. But since I'm away for 2 weeks. I had to ask a favor. My neighbor was more than happy to help. And at nearly 300 pounds, she definitely has enough to keep my slave well fed around the clock. I imagine she’s already putting that enormous body to good use, serving them multiple hearty meals a day without fail. Come to think of it, I don't even know what she eats on a daily basis. She could be living off fast food, processed snacks, and god knows what else, nothing like the clean, carefully chosen meals I provide for myself. While I’m here eating fresh fish and salads, my slave is probably gulping down whatever greasy, heavy crap she’s been digesting all week. But then again... that might just make the servings even richer. But I hope my toilet is appreciating all that extra shit. After all, it’s not every day they get such a rich and abundant diet from someone new. By the time I return, they should be well taken care of, fed to bursting, completely full of her generous offerings, and ready for my return.