comission for  Impalewoment

Hours later, and to an increasing hungry crowd, the nervous butler finally brings out the spread. Smells waft through the dining room, enticing a line of people eager to eat. The host, noticing the strange shape of the turkey, wonders where the butler got the turkey this time. Despite the curiosity of what the meat was… the party goers were used to exotic meats, from the savannas of the East the jungles of the South, the tundras of the north, the deep oceans, etc. They were always eager to try something new.
The guest of honor and his wife, son and daughter went first, cutting modestly from the hunk of meat on the platter. The line moved through quickly, and eventually the cuts slipped through her breasts and belly, causing gravy and stuffing to spill out, slide and pool on the platter. At one point someone slipped out the carrot and a bit more stuffing slipped out and collected under the meat, due to the cuts increasingly poking through her insides and making an extra path for the stuffing.
Despite the increasing mess of cuts on the “turkey”, the party goers were enamored by the taste.
“It’s amazing, this meat just melts in mouth…” was said by the friend of the turkey, not realizing she was eating a bit of her friend’s pussymeat.
Soon, after seconds, thirds, and even some fourths, all guests are stuffed full and groaning happily at the feast, much to the delight of the host. The butler slyly wheels away the picked-clean bones of the “turkey”, of which the kitchen makes a broth of her remains.

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