Step one: Cover herself

The utra-plush woman waddles through the woods, completely bare. Her fat, jilggly body shakes like jelly with every mincing step she takes, and the once-proud and powerful knight now mewls and whimpers with each step, like a frightened little girl willing to trade what little she still has for comfort and safety.

She huffs and puffs all the way, her sedentary life style and poor diet have made her ill-suited for anything other than a life of opulence and luxury. The ground is rough with lots of pebbles, ouchies, and other pokey bits that hurt Hilda's footsies with nearly every step, especially now that they've gotten so soft and tender after weeks of easy living.

"I need to find cover," Hilda says to herself as she pitifully trudges along. In her prime, she could have covered this in full gear in under an hour, without breaking a sweat. Now she can't go more than 50 yards without running out of breath, and that's without anything on! "I can't let other people see me, not like this!"

Or could I...?

A shiver of pleasure runs through Hilda's ample, voluptuous body at the naughty thought. "N-no! S-stop it!" The wimpy woman says as one arm cradles her heaving bosom while the other slips under her curvy belly and rests upon her sloppy, wet crotch.

Hilda sighs in pleasure as she unconsciously plays with herself for a moment, but then comes to her senses. Her cheeks blush crimson and she pulls her fingers away, bringing with them a trail of feminine slime.

"Oh!" She whines in frustration and arousal. "Isn't there something in this damned forest I can cover up with?"

And then, as if to answer her prayers, the wind blows, carrying something along with it directly across her face...

"Well..." says the naughty noble with a blush and a shiver. "I g-guess that would work..."