Chapter 4
It was difficult to say precisely why, but ever since carer Mataya had taken control of the department - shared control, Taylor reminded himself - things had begun to progress much more smoothly. At the very least the people working on a task always seemed more motivated when working with them. Somehow, things just seemed to be progressing better when the Carers were put in charge.
At least, that was how it appeared. Every report was glowing, even if it was lacking in substance. They never seemed to specify exactly what kind of progress was being made. It didn’t feel to Taylor like they were making any more progress at all. Hell, if anything it felt like things had slowed to an absolute crawl. It was easy for him to imagine why, too. Within a matter of what felt like days, every team had a Carer leading its efforts, his included with the introduction of Angela.
At least now he knew why they had been able to so easily integrate with such a willing humanity. Not a day went by when he didn’t catch, accidentally or later on purpose, members of his team in increasingly compromising positions with Carers. Whether it was an officer who had for some reason needed two Carers to show her where the paper clips were in the small supply cupboard, or a practically naked Carer coming out of the men’s bathroom leaving a junior administrator a panting, sweaty mess inside.
Yet he seemed to be the only one to find it odd. Everyone he spoke to either brushed it off, or laughed as if he were sharing a comic anecdote and not implying a serious breach of at the very least decorum. Well, there was one other person he could confide in, thankfully.
Taylor went to find Avery, to discuss his concerns, hoping he could speak to him alone. However, he found the man being cuddled close to Carer Mataya on a plush chaise lounge she had requested be moved into their office. Indeed, for a shared office it seemed to contain far more items for her convenience than his.
The entire decor of the office had changed. The large table in the middle was gone, and the furniture was far more lavish. Gone was the stark, institutional white of a military facility, now a pastel blue, with the Carer’s trademark silky fabric draped generously around the office and - Taylor noted - across the official seal which had once sat behind Avery’s desk. It was now hidden behind, or rather buried beneath, the unearthly soft and glistening fabric of the Carers.
That, however, was hardly the starkest change. That came in how the two now acted around each other, or rather how she was acting around Avery. Carer Mataya was gently tracing her fingers through Lieutenant Avery’s hair, moving her hand up and down a document which was folded open in his lap, yet the gesture was anything but subtle.
“Come in, Taylor.” She patted her lap, her lips taking on a predatorial curl.
Cursing, he stepped inside, having hoped he could speak to Avery alone, but never seemed to get the chance. Now he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Avery alone since Carer Mataya had arrived. In fact, he couldn’t recall her having let him out of her sight for even a moment…
“Have you had a chance to meet Carer Angela?” Mataya asked, her voice coming smoothly yet with all the force of an unquestionable authority. “She should have, mmm, introduced herself to you by now.”
“Uhh, yes Ma’am.” He coughed slightly, hoping to disguise just how much that first meeting had affected him. Indeed, in the days since, Carer Angela had been increasingly present while he worked, growing ever closer to him both professionally… and physically. Just as Mataya and Avery had been, he realised.
“Oh good…” Her voice felt like caramel in his mind, smothering and drowning his own internal thoughts and worries, “I’m so certain that you two will work well together.”
Biting his lip, Taylor tried to ignore just how soothing her voice was, trying to retain what was left of the indignance which had brought him there.
“Captain Avery,” he forced through gritted teeth, surprised at how difficult it was to talk out of turn in Mataya’s presence, “if I could speak with you-”
“Oh Taylor, come now, there’s nothing you can’t say in front of me that I don’t already know.” She spoke pointedly within his mind.
In spite of having heard the way the Carers communicated many times before, for the first time he felt almost as if he wasn’t alone within his own mind as she spoke. He felt a sudden swell of panic in his chest at those words, she couldn’t possibly mean… had he been right all along? His hidden suspicions confirmed?
“The Lieutenant and I have grown so much closer since our first meeting in your office, haven’t we?” She asked, cradling the man’s head as she asked. “He knows now that I only want to help him achieve his goal!”
She scrunched her nose and tickled under the Lieutenant’s chin, lightly kissing his forehead.
“It’s fine, Taylor.” Avery said softly, his voice sounding weak as he endured under her maternal affections. “We we’re just…”
Avery looked up at Carer Mataya for a moment, as if he was looking for her approval. She nodded slightly, and only then did Avery continue.
“We’re working on something together, that’s all.”
After that, the Lieutenant crooned into her touch as she rewarded him with lavish strokes of his head.
“Carer Angela has been keeping me very well informed of your… progress.” Matatya said smoothly, petting Avery like she would a kitten in her lap. “You’re doing very well under Carer guidance. Almost as well as Avery here…”
“That’s… that’s good.” Taylor managed, the oddly gentle touch and over-familiarity with Avery taking him by surprise.
Taylor tried to feel relieved, but her sentiments didn’t quite alleviate his concerns. Especially not when Avery was acting so… docile.
“The Lieutenant here has been working so hard, I’m afraid he’s quite exhausted. We’ve been spending so many long nights here, working together for hours and hours on end, he hasn’t even had a chance to go home. Of course I’m more than happy to… care for him.” She said, slowly but inexorably pulling Avery’s head down to rest on the massive swell of her left breast. The man’s face sunk into the forgiving flesh with ease, soon being half swallowed in a single one of her pillowy bosoms alone.
Blushing at the blatant implications behind her words, Taylor tried to stay resolved, mustering what remained of his willpower even as it withered under her lustful gaze.
“It’s just, uh… Ma’am, while I’m grateful for all the assistance you’re providing, I just don’t see how our work is bringing us any closer to-”
“Oh, but of course you don’t, you sweet thing. It’s so hard for you to see the progress being made when you are yourself seeing it from within. We Carers are so proud of how well humanity is… coming along.”
At that, she looked down approvingly as she gently ran her fingers through Avery’s hair. The poor man could only shudder breathily in response to her expert touch.
“Trust us. That is all we ask of you, right? To trust us. Trust that we can see from the destination humanity is progressing towards just how well you are proceeding on the journey. It’s the same journey we took, and we only want to guide you.”
She pressed Avery’s head into her breasts with each caress, as if he were little more than a pet.
“A journey to becoming our…” she giggled softly as she at last took her eyes off of her beloved pet to look at Taylor with similar sympathy, “... equals.”
Taylor found now matter how comforting her words sounded, they were never quite as reassuring they were perhaps intended. She seemed to sense is continuing unease.
“Rest assured, Taylor, everything here is proceeding precisely as it should. It only seems like things are moving slowly from a human perspective, but we Carers can see things far more clearly. We only ask that you remain… open minded.”
Her smile was practically devilish at those last words, her fingers clutched protectively at the side of Avery’s head.
“Lieutenant Avery has seen the benefits of our methods first hand. I understand that the nature of our assistance may seem strange, perhaps outside what you are used to, but it is in the nature of things to change. However unorthodox our… techniques may seem to you, remember that we are from another world. Of course they will seem odd. As I’m sure you are aware, Avery was quite reluctant to accept them… at first. Yet now he heeds my every word, and he is now an excellent… partner. If you trust him, then surely you can trust me.”
Still somewhat uneasy, Taylor nonetheless could not challenge her logic. Avery seemed content, even if he was being oddly silent. Indeed, his body seemed a little… smaller. More frail, thinner perhaps, but Taylor put it out of his mind. He may not have been having much to eat given the long hours he spent there with Carer Mataya. No doubt they were quite busy, though Taylor’s imagination could only race thinking of what they were actually doing locked in that for hours at a time.
He blinked, and nodded to himself. It was just a trick of his eyes, he was sure, given how much larger Mataya’s personality was in the moment. Yeah, it was her personality he had been admiring, Taylor told himself. Besides, the longer he spent in Carer Mataya’s presence the foggier his mind seemed to grow. Indeed he could hardly even remember why he had come into her office. Wait, wasn’t it… their office?
As he left, closing the door behind him and leaving Avery to his fate, Taylor shook his head again. He was just tired. Stressed. Overworked. Carer Angela was there to assist him… and it was obvious the Carers were more than eager to provide their own brand of help. His duty to his country - and indeed the world - was to aid in the translation of this work, and so it made sense that it was his duty to accept any help which could make that a possibility.
Even if that help came from outside of what he was used to. Carer Mataya’s suggestion to stay open minded was working it seemed.
Returning to his office, he struggled to remember why he had ever been so reluctant to accept their help to begin with. If Lieutenant Avery had been convinced by her, then there had to be a good reason behind everything going on. He smiled at that. It was so much easier not to worry. That warm buzz in the back of his mind returned, as if Carer Mataya was petting his head reassuringly, just like she had been Avery’s.
***
Time seemed to pass more quickly when he was with Carer Angela. Long hours never felt quite so long when he was with her. Indeed, she had a way of making all his stress simply seem to evaporate, just by him being near her. That said, it did make it much harder to concentrate on his work.
“So this is our eighty-third sigil branch, and as you should remember, that is co-algorithmic with the thirty-eighth,” Carer Angela explained, indicating the paperwork in front of both of them.
Every time she leaned forward, her thick thigh would press in against his, and her breast would brush against his arm. Above all, though, it was the heavenly scent which seemed to emanate from her body that made his heart flutter, and made his head swim.
She smiled down at him, and dreamily, he returned it. He wasn’t quite following what she was saying, but in that moment he didn’t really mind. He was just happy to listen to whatever she had to say.
They had been working together for a week now, and in that time Taylor had secretly begun to admit to himself he was falling for her. She had been totally right from the moment they met. Angela was perfect for him in every way. He wasn’t quite sure what it was about her, but whatever it was it made him want to melt just from the way she looked at him.
He couldn’t get his head straight around her, not that he was complaining. Everything she did seemed intentionally designed to arouse him as much as possible. Every morning now she met him with a very passionate hug, which given their size difference left him face first and smothered into her oppressive and tremendous bust. Throughout the day, she took every opportunity to touch him, from a gentle pat on the wrist to a reassuring shoulder rub. Indeed, she’d even offered a full massage which he had only barely resisted accepting at the time.
‘I’ll be staying a little while longer, Taylor. You’re more than welcome to keep me company, if you like.’ Every night, in her sheer negligee silken robe, she was practically naked upon the massive plush furniture, and every ounce of him was screaming at him to take her up on her offer, even if he wasn’t quite sure if she was implying what he thought she was. One of these days, though, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to say no. When he left at night she would always be sitting on that comfortable looking couch she had requested be transported to his, or rather their, shared office. Just like Avery’s office had become, he realised, dimly aware that should have been more concerning than it was.
“Am I going too fast for you?” She asked, politely, and placed her hand on his shoulder, knocking him out of his reverie and interrupting his thought.
“N-no,” he murmured softly, not wanting to give the answer he was really thinking.
She was going a bit too fast for him. It made his heart flutter. She was pressing the gas pedal and he was barely holding on. He loved it.
“Good… I’d hate to do anything to make you uncomfortable, Taylor.”
Her words, as often, were pregnant with interpretation, and her gaze lingered on him just a little longer than it had to as she spoke to his mind.
Sat on a luxurious sofa, the two were making their way through an endless pile of paperwork. Every time he thought they were getting somewhere, more seemed to appear from nowhere. Yet she just smiled at him, and truly he couldn’t take his eyes off her. For a while now, he had been thinking of doing something he was sure he would regret. No matter how familiar they became, this was still a working relationship, or at least it was supposed to be. Carer Angela was a colleague. A foreign agent at that. He couldn’t let that get in the way of their work, as he always told himself, yet every time he convinced himself a little less. Still… he couldn’t. The risks were too great. If there was even a chance the Carers were a threat, he had to stay aware.
“What’s on your mind?” She asked, softly, and squeezed his thigh encouragingly.
His heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t. It was too important.
“There’s nothing to worry about, you can tell me anything-” was all of her next sentence that she managed before he kissed her, craning up and hanging on to her arm to reach her soft, pillowy lips.
She instantly returned it, as if she’d been waiting for this from the moment they met. Every one of his worries, everything he had feared, melted as her massive, thick lips met his and returned his passion tenfold.
Her arms encircled his neck and pulled him in close, instantly pressing her breasts into him and threatening to bury him beneath them as she pressed him back into the soft material which seemed to sink beneath him almost as much as her supple body.
“I’m so glad you feel the same.” Those were the only words she spoke within his mind as she kissed him again.
Taylor felt his whole body shudder as his body was practically flooded with too many emotions to keep track of, but all he cared about was the one bubbling over above all the others - he loved this woman.
She at length released his now aching mouth from her powerful lips, leaving him gasping for breath, yet breathing only became harder as she began to lavishly lick and kiss his neck, all while snapping the buttons from his shirt and unveiling his chest like a prize.
Angela seemed to consider it as such as she gently but possessively began to run her hands across it, pausing only to tweak or caress his now quite attent nipples in the process. As her tongue was lavishly stroking from his chin to his collar like a predator tasting its prey at last, her voice appeared within his mind.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this to you Taylor.”
He merely breathed, struggling to process both her words and actions simultaneously. Her mouth was all over him and making it difficult to think, even as she spoke, when normally a human would only have been able to do one or the other.
“Mmmm. Such a cute name for such a cute guy…” she tittered telepathically, and her words felt like a reassuring stroke of his head, “such a cute boy.”
For a moment he tensed at the word boy, yet he suddenly felt soothed as if she were massaging his thoughts themselves, smoothing over any mental resistance he possibly could have had to being so diminutively christened, even as her massive body pinned him to the sofa and made any kind of physical resistance feel laughable.
Gently, she began to run her fingertips lower, until she was playing at his waistband. When he stammered out a half-hearted objection, she merely tugged down the material around her breasts until - in a mockery of gravity - they erupted from her thin gown with enough force for him to feel the impact of the air they sent forth, even before they settled atop him.
Grinning triumphantly, she pulled his head closer, yet when he thought she was going for another kiss, her thick protruding nipple soon swole into his view.
“Such a very good boy…” her voice soothed, sounding as if it were coming from everywhere at once.
She slowly ground her body against his, his rapidly hardening cock trapped between himself and her soft stomach which was filling the space between them.
“Such a good boy for me…” she cooed into his mind, as she gently curled her fingers under his chin and lifted his face to be in line with her breast.
More than happy to be smothered in her fantastic breasts, he panted softly and nuzzled into her hand like an obedient pet, which seemed to please her greatly.
“That’s it, just let Mommy take care of everything…”
Mommy? That didn’t sound right. It could have been a mistranslation, he supposed. Their language was complex, no doubt, but humanity spoke hundreds of languages. Maybe it was just a harmless mistake.
Even so, it rankled. ‘Boy’ was one thing, but ‘Mommy’? He winced at the notion, but once again felt a thousand hands at work within his own head massaging away any worries at all. As his mind relaxed, his body followed, and he settled against her placidly.
“That’s uh… that’s not um…” he murmured, but soon her breasts closed in on his face, taking advantage of his dazed relaxation, and she pressed his shoulders back into the plush seat. Soon he felt her thick, hard nipple teasing at his lips.
“Such a good boy, you want to suckle… don’t you…”
It wasn’t a question. Whining softly with the effort of trying to focus his mind, it seemed that any attempt to collect his thoughts was dashed by the feeling of her body against him, or increasingly, the way she stroked the outline of his cock, now that she had relieved him of his garments.
He was hardly in a position to disagree, physically or mentally, and a few moments later he felt her slender fingers gently coaxing his throat in such a way as to relax his jaw. As she pried his underwear loose and grasped his cock, however, any semblance of resistance faded amidst a throaty groan, and at long last, she seated her nipple firmly into his mouth.
“There we go, suckle for me… suckle like the good boy you are… good boys always do as they’re told…”
Her words echoed in his head as she grasped the head of his cock like a doorknob, twisting her hand from one side to the other in a way that sent sparks shooting through his already frazzled thoughts.
Groaning, he felt his body squirming beneath her forgiving flesh as she increasingly pressed herself in atop him - only to pause when something oddly cut through the erotic haze which had settled over his mind.
A sweet trickle was slowly filling his now parted lips, his mouth easily filled by the puffy invader that was Angela’s nipple. He felt some liquid pooling in the back of his throat and, unsure, stared up at the massive alien woman who had him so easily pinned beneath her… only to see her lidded eyes filled with intent. Was it her… breast milk?
“Such a good, good boy.” She cooed softly in his mind as, once more, her fingers massaged his neck and under his chin, encouraging him to swallow.
Tentatively, he did.
It was easily the sweetest substance he had ever tasted in his entire life. The effect was immediate. He hungrily suckled for more, quickly losing any concern he had over the fact that this woman was essentially forcibly breastfeeding him. She was beautiful, and he would hardly complain if his entire face weren’t buried in her breathtaking breasts. Quite literally breathtaking, in fact, as he had to press his head back just to breathe in through his nose.
“There we go, swallow for me… drink it all down…”
Where he might have once questioned the lurid act, especially with someone he had only known a week, when they were only just getting intimate for the first time, any worries he had about it were swiftly being washed away in a flood of milk.
So were any worries he had, or any higher thoughts at all. Anything beyond a primal thirst and overwhelming arousal was soon beyond him as he swallowed down the delicious ambrosia like a man dying of thirst.
“So thirsty… Such a greedy boy. Just like all you little humans are… Desperate for what we Carers can provide you. Awww, such a thirsty boy for Mommy… don’t you worry, I have more than you could ever need… we Carers will provide you with all you could ever want… and much, much more beyond that…”
Her words sounded distant now, and yet resonated so much stronger, as if she were speaking from within his own mind. Everything she said seemed to carry an undeniable weight of truth, and the more he drank, the more concretely her words became burned into his mind.
“You just want someone to take care of you. That’s what you need. That’s why I’m here. That’s why the Carers came…”
She leaned in closer, pressing her breast more firmly to his lips. The increased pressure greatly increased the flow of her milk, as if he needed any further encouragement to drink.
“We came… to Care for Man.” She spoke, gently, almost somberly, and ran her fingers through his hair as if tousling the locks of a beloved pet more than a man. “And I, Taylor, have come to care for you…”
Leaving him gasping for air, she withdrew her now throbbing nipple from his lips at last, and hurriedly tore his clothes asunder. Dazed, he half-heartedly aided her in removing his shirt, and yet never took his eyes off of her breasts.
“So cute…” She intoned softly, while gently grasping his shoulders. His whole body seemed to delight in the soft spots her fingers found, and she bent over to kiss him ever more passionately than before. “So easy.”
As her tongue danced with his, her words didn’t let up.
“We Carers are always matched with our ideal partners, but even so, I knew from the moment I saw you we’d be perfect for each other Taylor.”
He merely whined in response, feeling his cock now throbbing needily against her thighs as she repositioned herself atop him, pressing more and more of her absurdly thick body against him as if to emphasise her sheer physical superiority - both in strength and stature.
Taylor sank into the sofa, buried beneath both her immense body and heavenly scent, and felt his aching desire growing stronger once more… though now it was tinged with an altogether less carnal desire.
As her pillowy thighs pinned him down, she once again lifted her breast - the other this time - into his line of sight.
“Thirsty?” She asked knowingly.
A drop of milk dripped ominously, beading from the head of her thumb-thick nipple like nectar dripping from fruit. Indeed, her whole nipple seemed to gently perspire - undoubtedly swollen with milk.
He was practically invisible to anyone who may have walked in, indeed he doubted they would even have seen him between her cascading silken robe and bountiful body smothering every inch of him beneath her. However, his whole body felt hot, and not just due to the closeness of her immense warmth. Taylor felt an overwhelming urge to suckle at her nipple again, an urge that was warring even with his now raging libido.
“Does my good boy want to cum? Mmmm, but you have to be a good boy…” she teased, gently pressing her pillowy thighs around his cock. “And good boys drink their milk.”
Throbbing, aching, he felt uncertainty bubbling away within him in the face of outrageous arousal. He whined softly, craning his neck forward towards her breast.
“Please…”
She grinned malevolently. Relenting at last, she pressed her breast to his face and her nipple forced its way between his lips through sheer momentum. He shuddered in relief as the sweet cream began to flow once more. His arousal only grew as he drank, though, and couldn’t keep his hands off of Angela any longer.
She, however, gently grasped his wrists in her hands and lifted them clear of her body, pinning them above him with one hand as she used the other to gently coax his erection, curling her fingers beneath it as if hefting the weight.
“Now, now, just let me… take care of everything.” She admonished, sweetly, yet left no question as to who was in charge from that moment on.
Taylor was hardly in a position to complain, definitely not so when she was pushing ten feet tall and crushing him into a sofa cushion with just her thighs alone. Yet in that moment he doubted he could have summoned the thought to take any control back even if he had wanted to. While he was physically immersed in her flesh as the generously proportioned giantess moulded herself around him, he felt far more shackled in his mind, where every word she telepathically communicated seemed deliberately designed to both relax and disarm him. Everything she said felt like another warm blanket being gently but firmly wrapped around him, and left him just as mentally bound as he was physically.
Even as his body tensed at her erotic touch, her hand idly caressing his cock almost as casually as one would a beloved pet, it was impossible to escape the half-melted feeling of having undergone an hours-long bodily massage. Caught somewhere between overwhelming arousal and utter relaxation, he could do little but luxuriate under her massive form as the alien giantess gently ground herself against him, her voice in his mind whispering sweet nothings of surrender and bliss.
Aside from the occasional twitch or hypnic jerk in response to her insouciant masturbation, Taylor felt almost entombed within the flesh of his new partner. Or rather, his… Carer.
“Let us take care of you… and I’ll take care of this.” She spoke into his mind once more, cementing the connection between her words and actions, as she encircled her delicate but strong fingers around the head of his cock just as her words began to enclose ever more tightly around his mind.
Groaning, he thrust eagerly into her grip, or at least what little he could beneath her massive weight. His copious precum had already slickened her digits, so even her gentle touch was enough to drive him wild.
“Oh my, so eager…” She cooed encouragingly, and began to stroke him faster. “We really were made for each other, I adore how you squirm beneath me… It’s so cute.”
Drooling around her nipple in sheer sexual bliss as she pumped more and more milk down his helpless throat, he felt his orgasm swiftly approaching.
“Are you close? Awww…” her voice felt like she was whispering directly into his ear even though her lips were kissing his forehead. “Don’t hold back. Cum for me. I want to make you feel good…”
Whining, a little disappointed that their sexual encounter was going to finish before they got to do more together, he could nevertheless not hold back the rising, throbbing orgasm which was growing ever closer.
“Just give in… let me make you cum… breathe me in, feel my body against yours… don’t fight the feelings. This is all I want you to think about from now on.”
Her words drifted in and out as his focus waned, barely able to contain his arousal as he feverishly pumped his cock into her fingers, and she growled in his mind. He felt his consciousness dissolving under a sensation more powerful than he had ever experienced. It was like being drowned in a sea of bliss and devotion, held down under the surface by a smiling goddess of a woman, as her mind overwhelmed his own.
“Yes. Cum for me. Such a good boy. Good boys cum for us. Cum for your Carer. Cum for your new Mommy.”
Her words barely entered into his conscious mind, even if his subconscious was absorbing every word she said. Yet as his orgasm crested, it was to the sounds of Angela’s cooing and adoring praise.
“Oh yes, such a good boy…”
She ensured to stroke his cock long and firmly, milking out every ounce of cum from him until he was just about to beg her to stop - and she did just before he could say it.
“That was… incredible.” He breathed, panting under her body.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it!” She offered sweetly, and cuddled him closer. “I think we’ll be doing this a lot more often in the… years to come.”
Her grip on him got a little tighter at that.