Never get into a car with a stranger.
It was such a simple rule, only an idiot or a desperate fool would break it, Howard knew he was one of these but he couldn't tell the difference in the alien car.
His little holiday to Japan was going wonderfully for the brief time he was there and he had decided to spend his last night wandering the streets of Shibuya and breathing in the Eastern air before his inevitable return to the dull countryside of Europe.
Unfortunately a setback in the form of a thief making off with his wallet and all the local currency held within kickstarted the sparks of panic welling up from within his stomach.
Without the money to take the trains and without a clue as to where he was, the Japanese languages printed on street signs mocking his ineptitude and lingual ignorance, Howard had initially steeled himself for a long walk through an unfamiliar landscape of neon and concrete when heavy rain bade him take cover under the awning of a restaurant that had closed it's doors for the night.
Cursing his misfortune, he briefly wondered if he should have actually tried that clapping prayer when he visited those local shrines, though it was just as likely that his clumsy imitation may have insulted whatever divine entity he was clearly on bad terms with already.
Taking a seat on one of the wooden chairs, the drone of the passing cars, heedless and wholly ignorant to his misfortune, lulled Howard into a lazy daze.
Almost slipping into the subconscious abyss, he was roused by a car horn. When he looked up, he saw it's source purring on the side of the road directly in front of him, glistening in the rain shower that obscured it's inhabitants from view.
The car beeped it's horn again and Howard understood the message, he deliberated whether he should stay or go with the car, his mind warned him of trusting the decency of complete strangers after the last local had so rudely made off with what was essentially his only lifeline. At the same time, the rain showed no intent of ceasing and Howard felt aches all over his body from sleeping at uncomfortable angles.
Another beep and this time the back door opened and a woman stepped out, making herself visible to Howard. She was a chubby woman, not obese by any means but certainly not the kind of body to advertise swimwear. Despite that, it was rather curvaceous and managed to maintain an attractive figure despite it's size.
Her hair was black but wavy, her eyes were dolled up with eyeliner darker than obsidian with violet eye-shadow and plump lips glossy with rose red lipstick. Between this and her dress, a shimmering purple rubber or latex that clung too tight to her frame and struggled to eclipse her wonderful ass, she must have been out partying and on her way home before she witnessed the pathetic sight of a man stranded in exotic unknowns.
She gestured to him and said something he couldn't understand, not seeming to care for the weather and it's lubricant effects on her body.
Howard decided to make the decision to go with this woman, out of convenience rather than logic, he realized he felt less comfortable out in the open than he did in the company of strangers.
As he entered the car he found that there were two other girls inside, one driving and another at the back, both as plump as the violet-clad lady outside.
The driver had the same dark hair and eyes but she had done hers up into a ponytail and wore a longer dress dyed crimson with a slit at the side to allow more room for her thick thighs to show. The girl in the back appeared more tanned than the first two, wore a dark shirt with an unfamiliar brand marked on it in neon pink and denim shorts with emphasis on short.
Her hair was longer than the violet girl but dyed sandy blonde, and her lipstick was a lighter pink.
Howard got in next to her and she flashed a lovely smile, asking him something that he could only reply to with a nod and an apology.
Violet got in afterwards and, upon closing the door, Howard realized just how tight the space was. Sandwiched between the two amazons he became the subject of alien banter, they would say things to each other he would listen to but not understand and every so often they would direct some form of statement or question his way and every time he would answer with a solemn "sorry" or "I don't understand" and turn his gaze to the floor in shame.
Every time he spoke, the girls would giggle, likely at the bizarre man sitting with them speaking a language most peculiar to each of them.
However, Howard did not feel right under their gaze, their genuine friendliness unnerved him, not because he found it unnatural, but because there was something more in the interactions, they looked at him as if they were planning something, like they weren't observing him in the moment but looking ahead to his future.
As the journey took the quaint little vehicle through dark byroads and winding streets, Howard felt Violet and Chestnut, as he referred to them, sidle closer and closer, threatening to crush him in a vice of flesh. As he felt a breast nestle next to his head, he mused that these women were many times taller than he was.
Though he was certainly a wiry young man he was by no means short, yet these colossi were perhaps a good couple of inches taller than 6"feet.
It was 5 minutes later before the car slowed to a halt, the downpour had lanced down onto the roof with incensed fury the entire drive and seemed to only grow to rapturous heights more than anything. More surprising was that thunder and lightning never added their presence to the storm at this point.
Ushered out by the girls, Howard followed them on a brisk jogging pace towards a small hovel which he could only assume to be their home. With Rose leading the charge, Howard found himself wedged between Violet and Chestnut again, both gripping an arm tightly and partially dragging him across the street.
When they came to the door, Rose rapped her knuckles against the wooden frame and waited, and as she waited the rear-guard huddled in closer, bringing Howard in direct contact with the leader's ass which pressed itself firmly against his stomach.
He tried to pull away, only to find the girls on either flank would pull him back into the waiting rump, he looked up at Rose to gauge her reaction but to his shock he saw her looking back at him with a devilish grin on her face, as she continued to lean back, driving her rear further into him.
As the pressure rose, so too did the poor man's erection, the natural lubrication the rainfall brought did little to aid in halting this activity.