Keep feeding

The chickens weren't about to turn down more feed. They swarmed the poor woman to peck the seeds off of her skin. Hilda heard their clucking from inside the bucket and struggled in vain to get it off. She could feel the slight discomfort of all the bird seed sticking to her sweaty skin, and knew how delicious it must look to all the birds closing in on her.

The first of the chickens started pecking at Hilda, and she felt their beaks pinch at her. "OW! EEK! AH!" she squealed, flinching to try and get away. She tried to stand herself up, but several chickens hopped on her belly to eat, their claws poking her plush tummy. Hilda flailed her arms around for something to use to pull herself up, and finally wrapped her fingers around what she believed was a wooden post. She pulled, hoping her knight training was enough to overcome these feathery fiends. She didn't want to know what would happen if they started hunting for food in her more sensitive spots.

As the knight's body dragged along the ground, several chickens clucked in dismay at the prospect of their food leaving. More of the flock jumped onto Hilda's belly to weigh her down in a shocking display of teamwork. Hilda kept pulling, gritting her teeth inside the bucket. Her efforts bore fruit and she was able to get into a sitting position, her back braced against the fence post. The chickens flapped around her head getting their feathers everywhere, and the feed poured off of her body and onto the ground. The chickesns swarmed the pile, which unbeknownst to Hilda, had formed right in front of her exposed lady parts.

Hilda wrenched the bucket off her head, making a loud POP sound as it got unstuck. Her wet hair hung down over her face, and she parted it to see the swarm of chickens flapping about in front of her. Feathers were fluttering in the air, getting stuck to Hilda's hair and body and making her look like an exploded pillow. She sat spread eagle on the ground, her womanhood shielded only by a rapidly shrinking pile of seeds. "No, shoo! Get away from there!" Hilda yelped at the chickens, trying to swat them away from her pussy before they decided to search inside it for more delicious goodies. Unfortunately, the chickens merely squacked back defiantly and continued eating and flapping more feathers in the air.

More feathers stuck themselves in Hilda's hair and found themselves brushing against her face, and one in particular was drawn to her nose. Hilda felt her upper lip tickle, and her nostrils were suddenly screaming. She huffed, puffed, and finally let out a great big...