When seconds matter, the police are only minutes away.

After a few agonizing moments, the boy came running back. Bella beamed, he had a whole trash bag of stuff with him.

“Here Miss, take this!”, he tossed her a watch over the fence, “To tell you how much time we have.” It got caught on the chain, and Bell had to jump up to get it. To Bella’s addled brain it sounded smart. She raced to put it on and look at the time, “Fuck! I’ve got six minutes!”, she said as she set an alarm. The boy reached into the bag and pulled pair of stockings, passing them through the fence. “Quick, start dressing!”

“I need more than this!”, Bella huffed.

“Of course, but it was the first thing I pulled out, plus I need to know how they look on you, so I can, uh, coordinate your outfit. Besides, do you have much time to argue?” Bella looked at her new watch and knew he was right.

She tugged the stockings on as fast as she could, but the speed and her big feet combined to cause her toes to tear through each. She was left in sheer legs with her toes still in the dirt.

“Fuck, look what you did!”

“I’m sorry!” Bella begged, “I’ll pay you back! I promise!”

“Fine, but you better let me dress you, or you might end up as naked as you started.”

“But how?”

“Quick, push your foot through the fence.”

It was a tight fit, but with the adrenaline Bella managed.

The boy got out a tennis shoe and tried to yank it on. After a minute Bella implored, “Please, they won’t fit, it’s my fault, my feet are too big.”

“No, no, nonsense. Oh, silly me, I’ve been trying to put the left shoe on your right foot. Quick give me your other foot.”

“But-“

“We don’t have time to argue.” Bella checked the watch, he was right. She only had a little over five minutes left! Plopping down in the dirt in front of him, Bella spread her legs and pushed her big feet through two holes.

“Here, quick, quick! O, God, 4 minutes 45 seconds!”

He struggled for another half minute until her declared, “You’re right, your feet are too big. Oh well, no harm, he reassured, I have just the thing!”

Rummaging in the bag, he pulled out a collection of toe rings.

Bella watched as tried to **** one on her second toe. It took a bit, but it did slide on.

“Please, this isn’t necessary!”

“Nonsense, you have beautiful feet and the footwear always set the tone for the rest of the outfit. Trust me.”, he said confidently.

“I don’t need a tone, I just need clothes!”, she pleaded.

“Fine, I’ll hurry!”

He jammed the remaining rings on random toes.

“No, no, this look is hideous. See what you made me do? Now hold still, this will take just a sec.”

The toe rings were much harder to yank off of Bella’s long toes, but after wasting more precious time pulling them off and rearranging them on her big feet, she was down to three minutes. At least he continued rapidly.

“See, now you can wear these flip flops.” He pulled a green, beat up pair out of the bag. Bella’s toes hung over the edge, but they were put on very quickly.

“See how fast that was?”, he asked rhetorically, taking the time to brag. “It might have taken, oh, I don’t know, he paused for a bit, as though thinking, fifteen or even twenty, no, maybe twenty five or thirty seconds to put on regular shoes, but with these toe rings on you can totally rock these flip-flops, and they slip on so fast. I just love how they match your eyes.”, he concluded by giving her left big toe a sweet kiss before pushing them back out.

Bella loved that someone was complimenting her, especially on her big feet and eyes. She reveled in the feeling of sexual desire that she had been missing for several hours, but then she looked at the watch. Bella only had two minutes left now thanks to his spiel on footwear!

“Okay, okay, you’re right, I’ll let you pick out my clothes from now on, but please, please, hurry! I don’t wanna go to prison!”, Bella half hissed, half pouted.

“Alright, we’ll go real fast for this next part, so quick, stand up, get close to the fence.”

True to his word, and better, the boy began throwing clothing out of the bag and onto Bella, deftly snaking it through the chain link and placing it on her, all while he explained how good each piece made her look between reminding her how time was running out and how she couldn’t be allowed to be seen naked. First he belted her with a wide leather strap, wish squished her belly until fat bulged unflatteringly from the top and bottom. He tried on several pair of sunglasses in a few seconds before settling on some star shaped frames, all while saying:

“Uh, oh, Bella, we can’t let anyone see you like this! Whoops, dropped something, hope it doesn’t delay you. Can you imagine if the whole neighborhood knew you stuffed your bra? That you looked like a little girl without all your padding? Or that you’re hairless, at least on your pussy? Drip, drip, drip, oo, it's becoming a stream! How does it feel having your loves juices trickle down those lips and onto those thighs? Electric? Oh no, Bella, what if a cop sees you? Can you imagine if I just stopped helping you Bella? Where would you go?! There isn’t enough time to hide! Wouldn’t it be silly if I accidentally belted you to the fence? Then you wouldn’t even be able to run away! Ooo, Bella, are you getting turned on by this, or is that some highly localized precipitation right beneath your pussy? Want me to put a drip pan under there? Don’t try to cover, it’s okay, I’ve already seen everything from when you were sitting. No, I don’t think your labia are silly flaps, though they do dangle a bit,” he jiggled them briefly and Bella tried to stifle a moan. “Sorry, sensitive there? I’ll try not to touch your clitty either.“ He may have tried but he failed several times in a short span.

Bella checked her watch, “10 seconds!”

“Phew, just in time, we’re done.”

Bella looked down. She was wearing many pieces of gaudy costume jewelry, multiple necklaces, rings, and bracelets that all seemed to sparkle in the sun. She had on a wide hat like she was going to the Kentucky Derby, several armbands, and the aforementioned watch, ruined stockings, flip-flops, belt, sunglasses, and nothing else! The kid had managed to waste all her precious time covering every square inch of her body that didn’t count! At the same time highlighting her belly fat and drawing attention to her flat-chest and enormous feet with all this stupid jewelry right next to them. She looked as if she wanted to be naked, had intended to be, could have chosen not to be and didn’t.

“AHHH! I’M STILL NAKED! They can see everything! My lips, my nips, my clit!” The alarm on her watched beeped.

'Oh, shit Bella! I forgot your undies! I'm so sorry, quick, turn around."

Bella did, allowing him to maneuver her feet into the leg holes and tug the thong up. It was scandalous, but covered her. She had never felt so grateful in her life, and as tender words poured out of her he snagged the back on a broken link.

Bella began to walk quickly away, but felt an immediate tug and herself slowing. Instead of checking, the still beeping alarm pushed her keep going, even as the kid 'warned', "Stop, Bella! Wait!"

"We'll talk later!", Bella shot back as she moved a few inches forward, the back-strap of the thong now taut and the gusset pulling between her lips, putting pressure on her delicate, oversized clitty.

"But Bella, it's going to..." SSSSHHHHHHHRRRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPP!

And just like that, Bella was bottomless, again.

Bella turned to run back down the short way, hitting the street just as the squad car drove by the alley. Bella didn’t wait, but turned to run the opposite way before hearing the slam of the car door. Her wide hat blowing off as her feet slapped the alleyway. Screaming for clothes to all her neighbors brought them out, and before she was halfway down it was like she was carrying an Olympic torch, people were lining their own fences, cheering!

“Run, run, quick!” One shouted, "He’s gaining on you!"

With all her might Bella pumped her thighs as she exited the alley and turned left to get back to her road. Now she was running down the street butt naked, the neighbors who had watched her from the back were now at their porches to watch the final stretch. Bella’s at first considerable speed had been quickly eaten up as had her lead, as her stubby legs just weren’t as long as the officer in pursuit, and of course, she was an out of shape, little butterball who abhorred exercise. Still, she was rocketing up her steps to make a last ditch effort to break down her door. Grabbing her doorknob, her heart leapt into her throat; it turned smoothly. Her front door had been unlocked this whole time! She felt a rough hand grabbing her behind her back, cuffing her, and her heart fell down into her guts.

“Ha! I knew it, open the whole time, and look at you! Why you dressed and came right back out for your adoring public, didn’t you? Thought you’d take a victory lap and make me look like an idiot? You must really be an exhibitionist.”

He marched her back to the squad car, even as Bella squirmed and tried to explain the ridiculous set of events that had left her with stockings, jewelry, and a belt, but not even a fig leaf, even as the car door was slammed and she was driven away.