Chapter 4 - happiness

"the buckets!" she cried "The buckets!" she yelled. "I've forgot the buckets!"

She tried to walk to the fireplace, but mixed together the liquids become so thick she could barely walk, and she was a whole lot slower since her own body had filled with milk and fat the entire night. She had to literally eat her way to the fireplace, to turn the buckets upside down. She sucked and slurped the sweet cream with all her might, and walked slowly and steadily, happy that at least the room was small. She felt her nightgown, that was so big and loose as she fell asleep, now so tight around her body. After the she reached the middle of the way, it already rode up high and barely covered her thighs even though before it reached her ankles. Her arms were heavier, covered with dimples and soft white flab. Her face was round like the moon and her cheeks blossomed like roses. A second chin was forming on her much thicker neck. Her frail slender shoulders were now meaty and her breasts were full and have like two white soft watermelons. Her stomach was huge, full of rich fat and with a texture of soft pudding. Now as she kept walking, it was stretching her nightgown so upwards that her massive round backside was revealed, so white and big like a two round hills piled up high with fresh snow. And her thighs were wide and big, big enough to bring birth to twenty children, one after another. They were rubbing against each other, making her feel so hot and wet between them. Surrounded with so much of the Huldra's milk, inside of her and outside of her, suddenly Helga felt a strong craving feeling for a man to fill her up. There was no way anyone could have enter the house, for it was so full of the thick cream no one could have enter. She had to reach the buckets, and she ate faster and faster, trying to relieve her urge to be filled by eating and swallowing the rich cream.

Finally, she reached them. She turned then upside down, her nightgown now only covering her massive breasts, and she fell on the floor, having a hard time to breathe at all. She was just... so full.

But it was summer time, and soon enough the sun was shining and the warm wind carried the sweet scent of the Huldra's milk all around the village. All the grown up men woke up that morning, and instead of breakfast demanded from their wives to come back to the bedroom. From every house and every cabin there were raising sounds of lust and pleasure that morning, and Jan himself felt an uncontrollable urge to go to Helga's house and make passionate love to her over and over again.

Poor Jan, the closer he got to Helga's house the harder it was for him to keep his clothes on. When he got to the door, he knocked it so hard that the wood was cracked.

"Helga!" he shouted. "Open up!"

Helga, by this time, was busy trying to eat her way to the door. Her breasts had grown so big, that the nightgown was already completely torn. Only shreds of white fabric, covered with stain of fat and cream, were clutched around her thick neck.

"I can't open up!" she said with her mouth half full. "can you try?"
Jan opened the door at once, and a fatty cream had fall all over his pants, the sweet smell rising from it make him loose his mind, especially after his eyes finally fell on Helga. Completely naked, covered with the whitest, most luscious meat he had ever seen, skin slippery with cream and fat-fat fat everywhere, her long hair falling on het huge breasts.

"Jan, please..." she begged him "Get in here, get in me, please..."

She didn't have to ask twice. Jan came in, tearing his pants off. He slipped into her, through layers of fat, so hot and warm. And he filled her up over and over again, his hands holding on to her fat, touching, gripping, massaging, shaking, as if he had a thousand arms. They came into orgasm, over and over and over, until they have both fainted.

As the night fell, they've woke up. Still lustful, but more clear in mind, Helga wanted to go to the forest and to thank the Huldra. Jan agreed, though with very much difficulty since the scent affected him more.

So Helga covered herself with two big blankets she had sewn together, and walked outside - when she relized that only her head and shoulders were outside. She pressed and pressed with all her might, and with the slippery fat her body was covered in she had managed to push her arms and breasts outside, but her belly and the rest of her was stuck... in the house.

"Jan!" she called out. "Jan, help me! I'm stuck!"

Jan had to push from the inside, but soon he realized he can't just push her soft fat lower part with his hands without getting excited.

"'m sorry Helga... but I have to..." he said, filling her up again. Helga opened her eyes in shock, and started to moan in pleasure. The cold fresh wind in her face, her breasts dangling on the earth under her, Jan behind her filling her up. It was so tight, so wet, so pleasurable she felt dizzy. Her cries of pleasure became stronger and stronger, and with every orgasm she had another window was lit with candles, until it seems like the entire village was awake. People had run to her home in couples, man and wife, and pushed her arms to help her out and she tried faintly to explain herself between one orgasm to another. When they couldn't help her out, most of the people become so lustful the entire village was like one bit orgy.

The next morning, though, the smell had slowly started to fade. Few men had clutched their axes and broke the wooden door around Helga. The women hurried to eat what was left from the cream, living them beautiful and glamorous.

Jan and Helga got married later afterwards, to his mother great happiness, and as long as they lived, no child or adult in the village had ever felt hunger."

"The end!" Helga smiled brightly and finished the new tray of sweets I've ordered.

"That's was the most amazing story I've ever heard! But, of course," I was sad to go back to reality. "It's just a fairy tale I guess...."

She laughed. "Maybe, and maybe not. I still have the two buckets though."

I've twitched a bit. "Helga?"

"Yes?"

"Do you live nearby?"

"Well, I do need to pass through the forest... it will be nice if you'll walk with me."

Thank you Huldra, thank you.