“Seriously?” I asked, astounded yet also intrigued.

“Absolutely. Now, bend over, elbows on the table, feet spread wide.”

We had just finished making love and my pussy was still leaking the results of such a delightful morning activity. I was wearing only my robe and beginning to prep food for our Thanksgiving feast. It was going to to be King and me along with his brother and his wife, so I was doing things simple. Four Cornish hens, Oyster stuffing, green beans, baked acorn squash, and pumpkin pie. My in-laws were bringing wine and rolls.

I bent over, still confused, but King soon took are of that. He leaned over me and whispered, “The hens aren’t the only ones going to be stuffed today.”

Then, he slipped in to heavy Ben Wah balls. I moaned and eased back against him.

“All day long, you’ll be feeling those moving around inside of you. You’ll have to do kegels all day to keep them in place, won’t you?”

“Yes, King,” I murmured.

My eyes popped open when he stood upright and spread my cheeks.

“Oh!”

“Did you think that delicious pussy of yours was the only thing to be stuffed?”

I lay my forehead on the counter and he adds lube to my anus before pressing in a very large ball. Then another. Then another.

I was panting, stuffed to being overfilled. Almost.

“Now that’s a well stuffed bird!” he congratulated himself. “How does it feel?”

“It’s very fully, King.”

“And?”

“And uncomfortable.”

“Too uncomfortable? I don’t want you hurting.”

I thought a minute then asked, “How long will I be stuffed?”

“For about an hour at a time. When I tell you, we’ll go to the bathroom upstairs where I’ll remove one or the other. I’ll then fuck you in the open, stretched hole.”

I moaned and felt my nipples harden.

“Then, I’ll leave that hole empty for a time. However, I will then give you the command to ‘Fill’ and you, my lovely subject, will return to the bathroom and fill the empty hole again.”

I panted, excited beyond belief and thankful that my in-laws also lived the lifestyle and not be surprised or offended at all. This was going to be a Thanksgiving to remember.

“Yes, King.”