Mountain Slopes and Lush Valleys

Inga had spent all winter cooped up in the chalet with the other hucows, but now that Spring was here, she couldn't wait to climb to the tops of the gently rolling hills and sun her voluptuous body.

Tucked along the Alps there is a tiny Princess-apality known as Busenberg. World renowned for the sweet milk and cheeses that their prized Hucows make.

Helga, Hilde, and Hazel were still rolling around in their oversized, soft, overfilled bed. Hilde pulled her duvet, which was almost as soft as her gigantic, milk fed tits, up over her head. "Inga! Close the window! I still want to sleep!"

But Inga only smiled, looking over her creamy shoulder, and flung the curtains open wider. 

"AAAH!" screamed the sleepy Hucows as the sun beamed into their cozy bedroom. Hand carved folk art chairs decorated their room. Even the massive four poster bed was hand carved, the artisan exchanging his services for a bellyful of their sweet milk pulled straight from the tap.

Inga lept onto the giant bed they all slept together in, her massive floppers catapulting into the air, and coming back down against her soft tummy with a loud smack! "Wake Up! Wake Up you lazies!" she said as she tore the quilts off her nude companions. 

Helga moaned with irritation and tried to hide her face under a pillow. "Just a five more minutes," she pleaded. 

Inga crawled over to Helga, her tits just brushing the the silk sheets, stimulating her pink nipples. Every time her milk swollen tits felt the slick fabric glance against her sensitive breasts, a wave of tingles shot through her body and right to her clit. 

Of all the Hucows in the valley, Inga's breasts were the biggest, the most sensitive, and the best milkers. 

"Come on, Helga. Come on. Wake up," she cooed while brushing her tits against Helga's face. "It's a new day! Wake up."

Helga smiled as she felt the weight and gentle softness of Inga's breasts caress her cheek. Her soft lips parted and she suckled the air, searching for the teat.

"That's it! Come on," Soon all three of the sleepy Hucows were up and making their way towards Inga at the end of the bed, their eyes still half closed with sleep, mouths thirsty for milk, their giant udders swaying beneath their chests.

Inga rested her back against the bed post and opened her legs, exposing the soft, fluffy delta of her dark brown bush. She hefted her heavy breasts up. "Come on, ladies! I have milk and pie for your breakfast!"