Well...

Hilda nervously wanders through the woods, her heart pounding away in her big chest. She's starting to worry.

Oh... what have I gotten myself into? I'm such a stupid, stupid girl! Sure this drow is cute, but... am I really going to keep pretending to be a ****? I need to run away from here! Find help, and then...

"How much farther is it ****?" Silvia barks as she swats Hilda on her big, fat ass.

The submissive slut yelps in shock, her legs quivering for... a different reason.

"S-sorry mistress..." the horny human moans. "It shouldn't be much more..."

Why am I letting her boss me around? I can take her! I'm bigger and-and stronger than her! Well... I used to be... maybe I still am. But... maybe I should play along just a little longer?

Silvia watches Hilda's ample backside sway, shake, and jiggle. The human is so... enticing. The way her naked, muddy body moves. It's so... The elf wants to hate her. After all, she's soft, weak, fat, everything Drow society has taught her to despise, and yet... she finds her self growing...

"Mistress?" Hilda whimpers as she comes to a halt and turns around, giving the little drow a perfect look at her ample, fruitful form.

Silvia blushes as she realizes Hilda has caught her staring at her body. She shakes her head, trying to drive those distracting thoughts from her head.

Why do I even care what she thinks? She's a ****! I own her! The drow thinks as her eyes wander once more back this chubby creature with her, messy brown hair and her curvy body. Why can't I have what she's got? Why can't I have nice, big...

"Um... m-mistress?" Hilda asks again, this time even more timidly as her own cheeks start to blush.

"Breasts!" Silvia blurts out. "I mean... y-yes?" The little drow's cheeks burn as hot as a torch.

The two make eye contact, each one getting lost in the other's beautiful eyes.

Drow are so... so beautiful... dammit Hilda! Stop thinking about that! You need to do something!

"What is it, ****?" Silvia asks as she closes the gap between the two of them. The height difference forces the elf to tilt her head upward.

"I..." Hilda's breathing is heavy now, and her heart wont stop pounding. She feels her knees going weak.

Strike! Strike now you stupid slut! Take your freedom and run!

The horny human opens her mouth to speak, but finds it is completely dry.

"What is it?" Silvia asks. "Can't you speak?"

NOW! NOOOOOOOOW! Hilda's mind screams but her body just wont move an inch. She feels totally powerless and paralyzed by this pint-sized tyrant in front of her.

The two continue to look into each others' eyes, their breathing getting louder and more ragged, when a loud sound suddenly startles both of them.