Jeff lay there, butter all over his skin, body filled to bursting with turkey stuffing, legs tied up, waiting for the oven. He heard his mother speaking to someone in the front room, distantly, too hard to hear properly. It sounded like a male voice, but far too young for his stepfather. There being nothing much he could do to find out, he lay there and desperately hoped the timer would run out on the Chronivac.
He heard footsteps approaching, and looked up...
...into his own face!
Another Jeff was standing above him, fully clothed, and looking slightly...seasick. The other Jeff cleared his throat.
"I...I can't believe it. I...you...*I* really just look like a turkey. Like, I know that's me there, but I...you look just like a turkey."
Jeff was baffled, what was this doppelgänger talking about? He had a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Um...ok. So. Good news, bad news. Bad news first. The timer has..."
The other Jeff checked the clock over the stove.
"...another 20 hours left, and the oven is preheated, and Mom just asked me to put myse-put the turkey in the oven."
Jeff, the pseudo-turkey, filled with panic, but was still unable to speak.
"The good news is...it's...I survive, obviously. Um. You get eaten. I remember getting eaten. I remember having this conversation. It's very disorienting. The Chronivac will preserve your consciousness and...well, it's the 'chroni' in the name, you know, time travel. You'll experience this Thanksgiving dinner from both ends. Once you get swallowed you'll lose contact with those bits of myself."
Human-Jeff - Future Jeff? - picks up the tray that Jeff-the-Turkey is on, and opens the oven. He still looks seasick.
"And I remember everyone saying I...you'll be delicious. And the whole experience was amazingly hot..."
He slides the tray into the oven, Jeff-the-Turkey looking on in horror and arousal as he slides into the hot space.
"...the only real downside...if it's a downside...is that it felt so hot...I think I might have a complex now."
The still-human Jeff looks slightly forlornly at his past-turkey self, who stares in mixed terror and lust.
"...I think I want to do this again. A lot. I think I want to be eaten more."
And with that he shuts the oven door, leaving current-Jeff to...cook.