YES!

The raindrops pelted Daneille’s soft, tanned skin like tiny pinpricks. The howling wind was unforgiving as Danielle shivered, her massive hooters jiggling as she struggled to cover them with her arm. Tears streamed down her face, ruining her perfect make-up as she sobbed at her own self-inflicted humiliation.

Reluctantly, she waved at the stopped car with her free hand. The rain was coming down so hard she couldn’t see inside. She hoped it was a handsome stranger coming to rescue her, but the way her luck was going, she doubted it. She screeched as her sneakers slipped on the wet and slippery pavement as she approached the car.

Both arms flew up as Danielle lost her balance and fell on her pert and toned ass. Her massive knockers flopped about free from her grip as she landed on her ass. The driver-side passenger door opened, and the light from inside the car shone on Danielle like a welcoming beacon.

Danielle whined she only began to cry harder. “Why is this happening to me,” she whined, waving her hands like a bratty child. She rubbed her sore ass, ignoring her unfettered gargantuan melons, no longer caring about her modesty. She looked up into the car and, through the downpour and her tears, saw a welcoming sight: a woman.

The woman gave Danille a warm and welcoming smile. “Well don’t just sit there, get in!”

Danielle staggered to her feet and dove into the car. She slammed the door behind her and quickly attempted to cover her jiggling calcium cannons with her arm once more. “Oh thank, thank you, thank you,” Danielle babbled, grateful for her luck finally turning. It was then she got a good look at the driver.

An obese fifty-something woman in jeans and a tee shirt, both straining to contain rolls of fat. Her salt and pepper hair was cut short, almost like a buzz cut.

“Are those real,” a voice from the back of the car asked.

Danielle squealed as she spun around to see two girls who looked to be eighteen or nineteen. They were twins and every bit as skinny as the driver was fat. Where the driver looked like Danielle would picture a woman truck driver, the twins were all skin and bone.

“They're so big,” the other girl cooed.

Danielle backed herself against the car door as she felt three sets of eyes burning into her soft, naked skin. She gulped as she realized the feeling she sensed was the same as if the car was full of men. Far from welcoming smiles, she was met with predatory leering that made her feel like a slab of meat.

“Can we feel them,” the twins asked in unison.

Danielle crossed her other arm across her fat tits as her hands scrambled for the door handle. Then, she heard the faint sound of a lock clicking into place.