There isn't much to fit in to

Greta pulls the ragged garment up over Belinda's body, although once it's fully on her, the maid realizes it may be doing more to accentuate her nakedness than to actually cover it.

The dress had split down the middle in the front and back, creating a giant V-shaped opening. In the front, that ended just above the queen's royal snatch. Her soft, large tummy hung completely out of the 'dress' and her enormous, pendulous breasts were only barely covered (half of the Belinda's nipples were exposed!).

In the back, most of her back was left exposed, with the bottom of the 'V' forming about half-way down her impressive derrière, exposing quite a bit of the marshmallow of a woman's ass crack.

The flimsy garment barely clung to the edge of Belinda's shoulders, and the hem only went as far as her upper thigh. In fact, it looked like on stiff breeze would be all it took to rip the last few threads of the tattered cloth and leave the queen completely naked once more.

"How do I look?" Belinda asked excitedly.

Greta blushed a deep shade of crimson. The queen looked like a tawdry whore! A very plump and overfed one, but a whore none the less, and not even a classy one either!

"You look..." the maid gulped. "Nice?" She winced and tugged down on her own stolen shirt, trying desperately to cover her own plump pussy.

"Yay!" The queen giddily clapped, her rapid motion popping both of her bountiful bosoms free of their thin covering. "I feel divine! This dress must have been meant for royalty! It feels so light and breezy."

Greta awkwardly reached out towards the blind bimbo, trying to tuck her sweater puppies back in, but realized it was a lost cause and gave up.

"Y-yes, it truly does look... Well, it's something," The blushing servant said.

"Now then, what shall we do now Greta?" Belinda asked, this simple distraction having made her forget all about the angry mob wandering about and the utter turmoil and chaos in the streets.

"We uh, we need to find transportation and get out of here," Greta said as she took the blind, bubbly queen by the hand once more and lead her further into town, all the while keeping one hand firmly planted on the front of her shirt in an equally foolish effort to cover herself up.