Finally getting Dressed. For the moment.

"Come on come on," Wanda grunted as she struggled, "You can do this."

Wanda Maximoff had gone through many trials this episode, but none had felt as close as that. She had just managed to get out of the mailbox and run down an empty alley without being spotted. Safe from the prying eyes of the townsfolk she could finally escape her waking nightmare by simply putting on the dress she had taken from the mailbox. Or at least it should have been that simple.

"Rrraahh!" Wanda roared as she obsessively shook her hips, "why is this thing so skinny!"

Yes, it appeared that while the dress Mrs. Hart was returning was too big for her, it was also too thin for Wanda. Not to say that the lovely Mrs. Maximoff was overweight. The dress was simply not made for someone with such Wide Hips and Bountiful Breasts as Wanda.

"Little more. Little more."

Finally, after nearly 15 minutes of struggling Wanda managed to worm her way into the dress. After a whole day trapped in her birthday suit Wanda finally had some clothes on. It was a moment worthy of a sigh of relief. If she could.

"Hard. To. Breath." Wanda whispered. She had gotten it on, but the dress was still incredibly tight. It hugged her body like a boa constrictor and leaving every curve of her body visible. It was hard to breath and even harder to move. On top of that the dress was both short and strapless so it barely covered anything above her knees and her boobs were perking out like a corset. It wasn't exactly something a housewife would wear out on the town.

Well, it's better than nothing.

With her movements restricted Wanda waddled her way through the alley away from the town square. She had clothes now she had to get back into her house. She remembered that Vis kept a spare key in his desk at work. If she was lucky, she could slowly make her to Computational Service Incorporated get the key and get back to her house without being seen by too many people noticing her odd attire.

After making sure the coast was clear, Wanda exited the alley and walked onto the empty backroad. As started towards the office building, she realized just how much her movement was constricted. The dress was pinching her thighs and blocking their movement so much she was less walking and more waddling like a penguin. As she walked, Wanda's bare feet made small pats on the ground with every tiny step. It was obvious this might take a while. But what choice did she have if she wanted to keep the dress.

After Penguin Walking for nearly a mile, Wanda made it to a major street. All she had to do was march down the sidewalk a few blocks and Wanda would be home free. However, while the sidewalk was clear the road wasn't. Occasionally a car, biker or pedestrian would pass by and for at least a moment stare at the brunette beauty barely contained by her tiny dress walking down the side of the road like it was normal.

Wanda blushed contemplating what the townsfolk thought of her. What would happen if they found out this tiny dress was the one thing separating her from further public indecency. The embarrassed housewife made a few attempts on her journey to pick up the pass a little but every time she did Wanda felt the fabric of the dress being stretched to its limits. Not wanted her only piece of cover to be ripped apart in the middle of town she returned to normal walking speed every time. She had just made it her second block. Just three more to go.

Then a large truck approached from behind her. Wanda expected it to pass right by her like all the others but instead it slowed down until it was cruising right behind her. Wanda continued to walk trying to ignore the vehicle, but then it suddenly honked at her trying to get her attention. Wanda refused to turn around and just kept going. Then the Truck honked again and again and again. Wanda's heartrate elevated. What did this guy want? Why was he following her? What was he going to do?

I got to get out of here.

Wanda dug deep and **** herself into a light jog. The fabric stretched and threads broke as she hassled. She was only two blocks away from Vis' office so just maybe she could make it with suffering significant damage. However, as she ran, she put more strain on the dress. Until.

RRIIIPP

'No,' Wanda mouthed. The dress could not take anymore and started ripping apart at the hip and chest areas causing her sides and cleavage to become more visible. If she kept this up, she'd lose the cover she'd just acquired. Worst of all as more of Wanda's skin was put back on display the honks from the truck intensified. She needed to slow down NOW, but the brunette was so close the office was around the corner.

Please stay on. Please stay on. Please stay on!

Wanda turned into the CSI parking lot leaned against the chain-link fence surrounding it and waited as the mysterious truck passed by and disappeared over the horizon. Wanda sighed in relief happy the truck had not followed her into the parking lot. She looked down at her dress. It was damaged but not too heavily. She would likely draw a few more eyes like this, but if she moved carefully enough, she might not be noticed by any employees. And on the plus side she could breathe a lot better now. After quickly gathering her thoughts, Wanda smiled positively and started towards the CSI building confident she was near the end of her journey.

RRRIIIIPPPP

Wanda froze yet again. While she had been pressing her back against the chain length fence, the broken threads had gotten caught in the metal ripping the entire dress off Wanda's body when she took her first step. The Sakovian beauty remained frozen with nothing but a smile on her face.