A corset

As the shirt is tugged off of her, Hilda's hands instantly go for her midsection, in a futile attempt to cover the large, thick leather corset surrounding her body from her waist up to just below her bra-clad breasts.

"Oh my!" Victoria giggles as she tosses Hilda's shirt to the farmer. "What have we here?"

Hilda whimpers as Victoria walks around her, drinking in the sight of the knight's physical flaws.

"Sneaking some snacks, huh?" The increasingly cruel redhead teases as she tugs on one of the corsets laces.

"Stop it!" Hilda snaps as she slaps Victoria's hand away.

Victoria winces and steps away, taken aback that Hilda would dare to hit her.

She looks as if she's ready to lunge at the larger woman and turn this into a full-blown brawl.

"You fat bit-" Victoria growls as she stares daggers at the half-naked knight.

"You know..." The farm girl interjects.

She would love to see these highborne bimbos fight, but she doesn't want them to damage any of her soon-to-be loot.

"My sister could use a girdle," she says as the two stop what they are doing and look at her. "She... she's a big girl..."

Victoria grins like an idiot as Hilda's jaw drops.

"Oh no, please..." the increasingly cowed and timid knight begs as Victoria goes in for the kill.

"Gladly!" Gleefully declares as she lunges at Hilda and rips at the laces.

"S-stop it! I can do it myself! L-leggo!" Hilda pleads. "I need this! Don't make me...!" The rather blubbery er... blubbering babe blathers as Victoria successfully unties the contraption from around Hilda's midsection.

"It's all yours!" Victoria announces as she yanks Hilda's corset off of her and tosses it away.

Hilda gasps in shock and fear as her soft, un-toned tummy gets exposed to the world. She tries to hold her breath and suck in, in an attempt to conceal her shame (even if she has nothing left to conceal it with), but Hilda can only hold her breath for so long before she exhales, and the full extent of her Jelly belly is known to all.

The world goes silent as the two women look at Hilda's soft, pasty white (I mean, it's not like she's going tanning that often), jiggliscious (and frankly quite cute and even aesthetically pleasing) tummy slumps forward ever so slightly.

Hilda looks at the two women. Her messy hair frames her pouty face as her cheeks burn red, her lip quivers, and her eyes start to mist up.