“More Turkey?” Natalia’s aunt asked Kirk, scooping several sides of white meat onto his plate before he could reply.

“Thanks, miss…uh,” Kirk froze, realizing he had forgotten the name of his co-worker’s aunt. He glanced at Geoff, silently asking for help. Geoff shrugged.

“Oh, you just call me Aunt Trippy, just like Natty and the rest of her cousins, ain’t that right, Nat?" The larger brunette laughed as she tossed a glance at her niece.

“We called you that because we thought you were always high on something!” Natalia said, serving herself a spoonful of mashed turnip.

The entire table, Aunt Trippy included, burst into laughter.

Kirk had a bit of a thing for Natalia, the sweet, nerdy-looking goth who always wore t-shirts a size too small under her business jacket. So, when she approached him with her sob story that she had to spend her Thanksgiving with her lonely, eccentric aunt while the rest of her family partied in Vegas, Kirk offered to come along.

“I’ve been having Thanksgiving with her by myself for the last three years. She’s the black sheep of the family, and nobody ever wants to go with me, so thank you, Kirk!”

He roped his buddy Geoff into it to make it less awkward.

It wasn’t awkward at all, until Kirk and Geoff laid eyes on Aunt Trippy. Instead of a burned-out ex-hippie, Aunt Trippy was on the younger side of forty with curves that filled out every inch of the casual evening dress she was wearing. After they had sat down, Kirk had to smack Geoff’s arm to keep him from ogling the woman’s shapely hips as she wiggled in and out of the kitchen.

Aunt Trippy was charming and funny, breaking into tales of her wild years traveling free across the country. Along with that, the woman could cook! Kirk and Geoff scarfed down piles of turkey and gravy, mashed potatoes, turnips, greens, piles of stuffing, and butter rolls. Aunt Trippy kept topping up her guests with more and more wine and piling on juicy strips of turkey. Kirk was working through his third helping when Geoff asked the inevitable.

“So…what does Aunt Trippy mean? Like, what’s it short for?” He asked around a bite of cranberry sauce.

“Oh, it’s a silly story. It’s not my birth name, of course, but it stands for Aunt Tryptophan.”

Kirk and Geoff looked up from their plates.

“Aunt Tryptophan?” Kirk asked. “Like the stuff that’s in turkey?”

“That’s right!” Aunt Trippy said, her eyes lighting up. She turned to Natalia.

“Natty! I know you’re no bird brain, right? No, you’re a smart girl. I bet you know what tryptophan does!”

Natalia swallowed her food and sat up, her brow furrowing a little.

“It…it makes people sleepy,” she answered.

“And what has tryptophan in it?” Aunt Trippy continued.

“Turkey…turkey has trypto-phan…” Natalia’s eyes fluttered, and she jerked her head up, warding off a wave of sleepiness.

“And when do we eat turkey?”

“During…Thanksgiving…no, stop it…” Natalia pleaded, her eyes hazing and unfocused.

“Stop what, darling?” Aunt Trippy said with a sideways grin.

“You’re….you’re doing it again…” Natalia swayed in her seat. “You…do this every year and then…make me forget…”

Natalia was smiling too, a nervous smile as her head wobbled around.

“What do I make you do every year?” Aunt Trippy said, crawling out of her seat and stalking towards her niece. Aunt Trippy stood behind Natalia as the younger girl stared into space, her face vacant and blank.

“Do you mean when I turn you into a turkey?” she whispered into Natalia’s ear.

“Yes…you’re turning me into a turkey again…You’re making me stupid…”

“Oh, honey! I’m not doing that! It’s the tryptophan, remember? That stuff that makes you all sleepy, and stupid, and obedient. Don’t blame your Aunt Tryptophan! It’s just the tryptophan!”

Aunt Trippy’s finger was circling just above Natalia’s face, and the girl had to roll her dark eyes up to focus on the spinning finger.

“Getting ready to be a silly, stupid turkey for me…closer and closer….closer and closer…”

Natalia tried to shake her head, but couldn’t free herself from the power of her Aunt’s finger.

“N-no…please…”

Aunt Trippy’s finger tapped Natalia’s forehead.

“Gobble, gobble, bird brain,” she gloated.

Natalia’s eyes rolled up, and her mouth opened into a wide, surprised grin. She glanced around the room, her head swivelling on her neck and her eyes wide.

“Gobble, gobble!!” she said, tucking her arms into her sides and flapping them like wings. She hopped off the chair and started strutting around the dining room, her head darting from one spot in the room to another.

“That’s a good turkey!” Aunt Trippy said clapping her hands, “but you know that good turkeys don’t wear clothes! What a silly idea! Let’s get you out of those clothes, turkey, so that you can be more comfortable.”

The buxom woman helped Natalia pull off her shirt and pants, letting her bra fall, discarded, to the floor, followed by her panties. Natalia was hopping around the dining room completely naked, a vapid smile on her face, her breasts thrust out proudly, bouncing with every step.

“There! Now, that’s a prize turkey for Thanksgiving, isn’t it, boys?” Aunt Trippy said, walking around to the backs of Geoff and Kirk’s seats. The two young men had watched the bizarre display in a state of shocked silence, their minds too overwhelmed with the sight before them to react. Finally, Kirk roused himself from his stupor.

“Wh-what did you do to her?” he asked, his eyes wide.

“Me? I told you already! I didn’t do anything, it was the tryptophan,” she said softly. Standing between them, she draped her fingers over the two men’s heads, lightly running her nails over their heads in soft spirals. “She ate too much turkey and got so dopey, so silly and sleepy from all that tryptophan…”

Her fingers gently guided their heads around in circles.

“…that she just turned into a turkey. It wasn’t my fault. And you know, I think you boys had more than enough of my special turkey, you should be feeling the funny, trippy feelings from the tryptophan, yes?”

Kirk felt like his mind was wrapped in fog, feeling the older woman’s fingers spindle away all his thoughts. It was so difficult to fight back. Kirk just wanted to agree with whatever the nice lady was saying.

“yes…” Kirk and Geoff said in unison.

“Yep, just getting nice and high off Auntie’s Trippy tryptophan. And if I told you that Natalia here was a big, sexy turkey, you would believe that completely. It’s just a fact of life, that my niece is a big, stupid turkey now. She looks like a girl, but you know that she’s really a turkey.”

Kirk stared at Natalia, scratching at the floor, her arms folded back, pushing her chest out. Yeah. She was just a turkey. She looked like a naked woman, but Kirk understood that she really was a turkey.

“And my little turkey has been eating so much of my delicious food that she’s beginning to plump up. The more you watch her, the larger she gets. Look at her bouncy, little tits. See how they’re getting bigger and bigger? Larger and larger, fatter and fatter until they are just two huge turkey breasts flopping around with every step.”

Kirk frowned, unsure of what was happening to his reality. He could swear that Natalia’s boobs were growing larger right in front of him. Every step she took, they wobbled and jiggled, blowing up like two huge, fleshy balloons. He marveled at them in awe.

Aunt Trippy took her hands away, leaving the men to stare enraptured at Natalia, while she pulled up a stool. She picked up a vial of golden, syrupy liquid and pulled out her full breasts, pouring a stream of liquid onto her bust.

“You boys had such a big meal, no wonder you’re feeling sleepy and suggestible. But I think you have room for one last treat. Just look at my popovers here.”

She turned the boys’ heads, so they were staring directly at her exposed breasts, shiny and sticky with the golden syrup.

“You see two delicious popovers on my chest now. They may look like my sexy breasts, but you know they are actually yummy popovers drizzled with my sweet, honeyed glaze. Just watch my lovely popovers, popping out of my dress. Don’t you want a little taste?”

Kirk and Geoff gazed longingly at the two jiggling popovers, their mouths watering. They never felt Aunt Trippy’s arms snaking around their heads, pulling them closer, until their lips were locked around Aunt Trippy’s nipples, suckling away at the warm, sweet treats. Aunt Trippy caressed their heads, encouraging them to lick and suck harder, tasting the wonderful honey drizzled on her milfy breasts.

“Mmm…that’s good, boys. So hungry and eager. Can I tell you a little secret?” She asked, as if the men could’ve said no at that point. “My trippy tryptophan is making you all sleepy and dopey, but my special honey will do something else. My special honey makes people happy and horny. Did you know that? Do you feel yourselves getting hot and bothered as you sample my delicious popovers? Feeling something else beginning to pop up? Maybe we should check.”

Aunt Trippy reached down and deftly undid the men’s flys, helping them take out their stiff cocks. She wrapped her hands around the two penises, squeezing them appreciatively.

“Mmm…works every time. My special horny honey never fails to get people going. Take a break from my popovers for a second, babies, and just go back to watching my silly, sexy niece strutting around for your pleasure. Just sit back and relax.”

The men obeyed, letting their eyes wander back to Natalia, who had now hopped up on a chair, squatting down on her hindquarters, letting her ass stick out. They swayed with sleepy, indolent grins as Aunt Trippy favored their pricks with long, slow strokes.

“You’re feeling so good, all of you.” Aun Trippy said. “And boys, you realize that even though you’re so hard and horny, you don’t actually have cocks down there between your legs. It looks like a cock, and it feels good to touch like a cock, but you actually have a big, hard turkey baster down there. Look down at my hands and see me stroking a long, hard, turkey baster, now.”

Kirk did as he was told and looked between his legs. He nearly laughed out loud. Aunt Trippy’s hand was stroking up and down on a giant turkey baster made to look like a hard cock. It must be from one of those raunchy novelty stores, someone’s silly idea for a joke. But he watched her stroke and squeeze his turkey baster, feeling better and better the more she stroked.

“You must be feeling crazy now, huh, boys?” Aunt Trippy said, “Wondering what you’re doing with a big, needy turkey baster down there. It’s so confusing, isn’t it? It’s so confusing, it’s turning your brains to gravy…making your thoughts thick and creamy…hot and steamy…dripping down and filling up your turkey baster…”

She slid her fingers around the men’s balls, giving each a playful squeeze.

“Getting so filled up with gravy. My special food helps fill you up…you have sooo much gravy for me now…needing to baste my turkey for me…”

The men’s eyes were vacant and rolled around the room in delirium, but the truth of Aunt Trippy’s words sank in. They wanted to use their turkey basters. They needed to get rid of all that gravy, filling them up more and more and more…

“Natty Turkey!” Aunt Trippy called. Natalia tilted her head at her Aunt like a confused chicken. “Come over here, sweetie! Gobble, gobble! Come here now!”

“Gobble, gobble!” Natalia replied and waddled over to the two boys. Aunt Trippy stood her new playthings up and helped them pull off the rest of their clothes, shedding her own dress entirely while she was at it. Kirk and Geoff stared ahead mindlessly, their hard pricks sticking completely straight out in front of them.

Aunt Trippy took Natalia by the shoulders, bending her over and sliding her fingers in and out of Natalia’s pussy, whispering soft words that made the younger girl moan.

“Time to baste that turkey, boys!” Aunt Trippy said, pointing her own slit at Geoff while Kirk stood behind Natalia. “Go ahead and slide those hard things inside. Pumping and pumping until I tell you to shoot out all that gravy. Then you can trade again and again and again until you’ve finally pumped away all that tasty gravy. Good deal?”

The men were beyond answering, their minds completely liquefied and drained into their balls. They dutifully slid their members into the two women, thrusting in and out to the sounds of their rapturous moans. Aunt Trippy called out the rhythm as her three enthralled subjects danced to her tune, pleasuring each other until they were empty, sated, and completely exhausted.

Kirk woke up on Aunt Trippy’s couch. It was late, and he noticed with some surprise that Natalia was passed out on top of him. They both had their clothes on, but their arms were entwined with each other’s. Natalia blinked her eyes open.

“Oh! Hi…” she said, looking up at Kirk. “Did we pass out?”

“Uh, yeah…must have been the big meal,” Kirk said. He cautiously, timidly, reached his arm around Natalia’s back, caressing her warmly. She sighed and melted into his touch.

“Well, there you are!” Aunt Trippy said, coming into the room with two cups of coffee. “I was about to ask if you two wanted some coffee to wake you up. You both just passed out.”

“Oh, thanks!” Kirk said, sitting up, a little disappointed to untangle himself from Natalia. “Sorry about that. I guess it must have been the tryptophan or something,” he said, reaching for the coffee.

Aunt Trippy smiles from ear to ear.

“Somehting like that.”

The three of them finish the coffee, and Natalia explains that she should be going. Kirk seconds the motion.

“Of course, dearies! You must be exhausted. And it was a very fun little Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah, the food was great!” Kirk said, politely. The more he thought about it, though, the less he could remember about the actual food. Why did he keep thinking about sexy turkeys walking around?

He shook his head and got Natalia’s coat. The two of them bade farewell and walked out into the frosty air, holding each other’s hands and silently wondering about their budding relationship. Kirk opened his car door for her and then slid behind the wheel, his fingers pausing over the ignition key.

“Is everything okay?” Natalia asks him.

“Did…didn’t we come with a friend?” Kirk asks.

Back in her house, Aunt Trippy watched her niece and her new boyfriend stumble out into the cold, snuggling into each other for warmth. She didn’t expect Natalia to thank her for setting her up with her new man, but that’s how kids were these days. No gratitude for their elders.

The mature woman put the extra dishes in the sink, leaving them for the next morning, and headed to her bedroom, stripping down to her bra and panties. She opened the door and checked on Geoff, tied to her bedpost, his eyes glued to a swirling spiral on her bedroom television, pumping his mind full of thoughts of submission and sex. She walked over to him and lowered her breasts onto his face, dosing him with another hit of the syrupy aphrodisiac she had drugged him and Kirk with earlier. She cuddled up close to her new boytoy and idly teased his cock, listening to his moans of agony. She’d give him one more ride after he was done before getting him to clean up the house naked tomorrow, convinced that he was her live-in butler.

She sighed sleepily. She loved having new friends over for Thanksgiving.  

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