A middle-aged woman in a shapeless dress stood by a rope clothesline.

The shorter of the two was a girl, barefoot and with a thin shapeless dress over her frail body.

The mother was fat, wore a shapeless rusty black dress, and had a hairy face.

It was all too easy for him to visualize her delicious curves beneath the shapeless dress.

A moment later, a fat woman in a shapeless blue dress marched around the base of the hill.

The women were ugly, and their shapeless blue dresses hideous.

Margaret wore a shapeless black dress to cover her protruding figure.

In the city outside, cactacae women wore great shapeless dresses like sheets.

It's just because she was in that nondescript, shapeless black dress that no one found her earlier.

Finally her blood-red dress, absolutely shapeless, was pulled over her head.