Re s** with a chicken….dont sweat it you are not the only one. When I was 16 or 17 and m*********** got old I was constantly desperate for new ways to get off. Ended up f****** a baking hen my mother had prepped for a family dinner. Did not hesitate stuck it right in the cavity and did my thing. Ended up realizing that I had no way to clean it out without ruining it and having to explain but got a fucked up mental kick out of knowing that I would be sitting at the dinner table watching family members eating it and ended up doing it 2 more times before mom got home and baked it. No one noticed and I had to leave the dinner table to j******* in the bathroom because I got turned on watching family member eating. I had done it because my mother was constantly policing me to make sure I was not m*********** and the pathetic childish thrill stuck with me. Years later as an adult I would get resentful about wife never wanting s** and would j******* into her hair conditioner shampoo and body wash. Since I became good at cooking and baking my most common offense ended up being when I would be up early making dough and wrapping the ball of warm bread dough around my c*** and emptying my balls into it. Watching her sisters eating the baked bread with my sperm as a secret ingredient was also a rush.

Thankfully I ended up working on my own resentment issues and stopped such juvenile vengeful pathetic behavior. With clarity and sanity afforded by the clear head space without a m*********** addiction, I look back on the chicken incident and find myself unable to figure out if f****** a baking hen made me a necrophile or a zoophile.