"T-turkey-kun...!" Franky called out, clutching the bed sheets with shaky hands. "No more... I'm stuffed..."
Turkey leaned over and gave his lover's stomach a few pecks, watching with delight as the human underneath him squirmed.
"No, Franky-san," Turkey said with a sly grin. "I'm stuffed." Franky blushed and looked away, remembering the incident in the kitchen earlier. Turkey had just looked so appealing, Franky couldn't help himself. When he turned his head back, the bird had moved close to his face.
"Now, Franky-san..." Turkey whispered. "It's time to stuff you."