You don't even see it coming. With a loud, reverberating *BWONG*, you feel something broad and hard hit the back of your head, and black out. The farmhand grins, standing behind you, holding a frying pan...

When you wake up a while later, you find that the farmhand's been busy. Your arms are tied behind your back, and your legs are tied together at the ankles. You've been forced into a kneeling position, your rump in the air...and you're in a giant roasting pan. Though not TOO giant...it's still a tight squeeze. Most worrying, however...You've been plucked. Not a single feather is left on your plump, curvy body...and a sweet smelling glaze has been painted over your body. You start to squirm, but you find that, due to the tight pan and your bonds...You can barely wiggle. You look around...and spot the farmhand, standing nearby, wearing an apron with the same glaze dribbled down the front. Behind him is a huge pile of your feathers, neatly arranged. You try to speak, then realize your beak is tied shut as well.

"Ahh, you're awake.." He chuckles. "I bet you thought YOU were gonna eat ME?"

You shake your head (even though you DID intend to eat him...), and he laughs. "Yeah, right...Well, it just so happens that the farmer asked me to get a chicken dinner for tonight...Now, I was gonna go get one of the non-anthro chickens..." He walks over, and slaps your rump, making it jiggle a bit. You blush, and squirm. "...But you look like you'll make a far more filling meal!"

He then heads off to find someone to help him get you into the oven...While he's gone you...