She loses her panties too.

Hilda flees into the woods, running at a full sprint to get as far away from the danger as she can. In her panic, she lets go of the sharp rock she found, pumping her arms and legs as fast as she can. Her panties can't take the strain, ripping at the waistband and flying off her booty like a torn rubberband.

With nothing to cover them, Hilda's breasts, buttocks, and (most embarrassingly of all) her chubby belly all wiggle and jiggle wildly, giving quite the view to anyone or thing lucky enough to see her pass by.

She runs through the woods, dodging low-hanging tree limbs and jumping over stumps, until she runs out of breath (which happens much sooner than she's used too).

I really need to stop eating all those wonderful cupcakes back at the keep.

Finally, Hilda stops to rest. She's in the middle of the woods and it's getting dark.

She let's out an embarrassed groan when she realizes what's happened, and tries to cover her hairy treasure with her hands.

Why did I have to choose this week to skip shaving?

She's unarmed and naked in the middle of nowhere.