Butterball

"HEY! YEAH YOU!" Next to you on the grocery store display shelves, sandwiched between hams and cans of cranberry sauce, is a full grown turkey girl. She's buck naked and her thick, perfectly plump ass is lifted into the air. Dozens of advertising stickers have been plastered across her ass, thighs, and pussy, all advertising things like 'THICC', 'EXTRA TENDER', '100% NATURAL' and 'BEST QUALITY'. A sticker that says 'JUICY' has been plastered across her pussy, just barely hiding it from view. Her fat tits are pressed against the display shelf and she's holding her chin in one hand. The pose is shamelessly sexual and provocative, but her face is far from it. She looks absolutely fucking furious, one wrong word away from trying to murder someone. Her beak is tightly clenched and her brows are furrowed over pretty amber eyes.

"Yeah. You." She says, glaring directly at you. "Lets cut to the chase, fella. The farmers sent me here to die, to be gobbled up for someone's thanksgiving day dinner." She slams a fist down on the display counter "Its fucked. FUCKED! Who the fuck would do that?!" She shakes her head "Whatever. Point here is that I ain't fitting to let myself be decapitated and stuffed with breadcrumbs if I can help it. So here is my proposition." She sits up, legs dangling off the counter and shamelessly spread. The 'juicy' sticker barely contains her plump cunt. "You buy me. You don't eat me. I do what you say and I never say no." She frowns at that last part, even though she's clearly trying to make it sound as appealing as possible.

"Breasts, thighs, legs, even..." She swallows and forces herself to keep going "The dark meat. You can have as much as you want...Why waste it on eating, right? That would just be stupid." She groans in barely restrained fury "I'm not gonna like it ok? I'm not gonna be all lovey dovey. But if you get me out of here I'll..." She swallows a gag "I'll do it. Now get me in the fucking cart already."