Briefly

The wimpy woman wheezes and moans as she attempts to give chase.

Her bountiful body bounces with each step as she tries to make her way through the dense (and rather prickly) foliage.

Hilda puts her best foot forward, but the jiggling, the poking, and the unfamiliar terrain prove to be too much for our pudgy pal, and she soon goes tumbling forward.

"EEEK!"

She rolls down the side of an embankment, whimpering and squealing all the while as her soft, tender body is poked and slapped by the local plant life.

"OW! OW! OUCHIE!"

Finally she comes to stop when she crashes into a mud puddle at the bottom.

Hilda moans as she rolls onto her side, her body and hair coated by her improvised mud bath (but at least her porceline skin will be oh-so smooth and moisturized when this is over).

"I'm not having a good day," the weak warrior whimpers as she tries to wipe the mud from her face. Instead she simply ends up smearing it around.

"But I think it's about to get better..." says a sultry voice from the shadows.

Hilda sits up in fright, her dirty hands slapping her saggy tits in an (unintentionally sensual and sexy) effort to protect her modesty.

"Who-who's there!? S-stay back!" Hilda squeaks as she blushes crimson beneath her mud-mask and shivers in a mix of shame and fear.