Chapter 6
Taylor couldn’t stop smiling. What kind of man would have? He had spent the last week having the best sex of his life. Well, it wasn’t quite ‘sex’ yet. He and Angela had had a lot of fun though. Indeed, he had barely left his office, which now more resembled an apartment suite to cater to their needs.
Angela had explained to him that Carers reserved actual ‘sex’ as the last step of ‘bonding’ with their partners. Partners. That’s what they were. He and her. His new girlfriend - was she his girlfriend? Well, of course she was, he chided himself, giggling like a nervous teenager.
What was up with him? He had never been like this in a relationship before. It had to be something more… Was he already falling in love with her?
Hugging a clutch of paperwork to his chest, he tried not to get ahead of himself. Even so, he felt light as air. He would have been practically skipping if he hadn’t been forcing himself to stay calm.
“Special Announcement! Stay tuned!”
He stopped in his tracks just long enough to crane his neck into the staff room where the massive TV set the Carers had brought in was now fixed into the wall. He stood just inside the doorway and took the opportunity to watch.
Two massive Carers were sitting on either side of Annette, a girl fresh out of military college on a ludicrously opulent sofa a little to his side, but the trio didn’t seem to have noticed his entry. For her part, she seemed perfectly content with the situation. Far more than content, Taylor realised. Given their sheer size difference, a sofa built for three had barely enough room on it for the two Carers, and the girl was thoroughly trapped in the thin gap between them as their bodies pressed in around her.
She was sweating profusely and sporting a rictus grin as the two buxom giantesses pressed in on either side, their breasts half-obscuring her face as they gently ran their hands over her body. Indeed, she seemed torn between looking at the screen and letting her gaze drift to the bodies of the two Carers keeping her trapped on the sofa, and their hands which were taking ever more brazen liberties with her body.
It seemed odd, he had to admit. A few days ago he might have said something. After all, they were being quite… open about it. But did it really matter? After all, they were happy. She was happy. Everybody was so much happier now the Carers were in charge.
They were in charge…
That realisation irked him on some level, but he found it difficult to keep a hold of the feeling. It was like trying to grab smoke, always sinking between your fingers. The two Carers and Annette seemed happy, besides they were probably just taking a break. Hell, now the Carers were guiding their efforts in the translation, they would probably be making twice as much progress even if they halved their workloads. There was plenty fo time to… relax.
Wait… He stopped himself, going back over his own thoughts. It wasn't a translation they were doing. Weren’t they supposed to be… decrypting? This was a military unit. He tried to collect his thoughts for a moment, yet again they seemed to bubble away like sand in an hourglass.
The TV flashed and both he and the girl on the couch took in a deep breath, subconsciously, and filled their lungs with the scent of the Carers nearby. Suddenly he felt so much more at ease, struggling to remember what he’d been so worried about a moment ago.
“Today’s arrival marks the first general population ship from our world!” The busty announcer cheerily reported, and Taylor could swear her shirt was revealing even more cleavage than usual. A solid metre of breast flesh meshed together, barely contained in her nearly see-through white shirt. As he stared he felt his mouth watering… suddenly thirsty.
“It is a truly historic day for this country, and indeed the Earth! Today the President signed the Unrestricted Immigration Act, becoming the latest world leader to correctly recognise the value of increased exchanges between our two worlds.”
The camera cut to a recording from within what Taylor recognised was the Oval Office, but it took a while for him to do so. After all, it now appeared more like the waiting room of a brothel than the office of the leader of the free world. Gone were the usual furniture and decor that prior broadcasts had shown, although Taylor had noted that the White House had had a progressively less formal appearance even then.
However now it was practically little different than a bordello. Silken drapes framed oversized and lavish looking beds, soft lounge chairs, and he could have sworn for a moment he saw an oversized nursing chair partially obscured by the crowd surrounding the President, who was sitting at a small table next to a massive and imposing looking Carer. She wore a flowing, elegant and yet decidedly official looking gown, yet her immense cleavage was still well on display as was the usual for her kind.
The President himself still wore a business jacket, yet it hung loose as if he had only just put it back on and hadn’t bothered to do up the buttons. Indeed, if one looked closely enough, you could see the telltale shine of Carer silk beneath it. He seemed far more interested in the gigantic tits of the Carer by his side, which jutted out directly by his shoulder and drew his attention fairly openly. Taylor almost thought he saw a thin line of drool dripping down the side of his mouth as he ogled his Carer’s chest.
She for her part was smiling eagerly, pressing her breasts into the President’s side and squeezing them together for him as she reached down to help him move his pen across the documents in front of him, as he seemed to be struggling with even that simple task. Indeed, when she lifted his hand free and nodded to him reassuringly, he looked at the pen in his hand with a slack grin as if it were just a special toy he had only just noticed he was holding.
The crowd around him broke into applause as she smiled indulgently, and took the pen from his hand only to deliberately slide it back into her own impossibly deep cleavage. The President’s gaze followed it as it sunk down into her breasts, and he seemed intent on sharing its fate as his face sunk closer to her tits.
Abruptly, the footage cut just before the President was seen to be enveloped into her chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Indeed, a montage of dozens of similar signings by world leaders followed, one after the other, each leader sporting a lazy smile and decidedly unkempt appearance, in increasingly more debauched surroundings.
Viewers were treated to the live broadcast of a massive Carer vessel. Those before had been massive, but this was even still much larger than those which had come before. It touched down at one of the newly created interstellar ports outside of Washington DC, necessary to cater to the simply massive vessels which were now to be arriving.
After a few moments, the landing ramp opened and rank after rank of hundreds, thousands of impossibly buxom Carers streamed out, only to be greeted by an exuberant crowd of humans, cheering and applauding their new fates even as those Carers scattered among the crowd - and standing several heads taller - smiled knowingly as their reinforcements arrived.
“In other news!” The announcer smiled, bringing the world’s attention back to her as she jiggled her absurdly prolific chest excitedly. “As of today, the Carer Earth Council has lifted all restrictions on Carer migration. The vote was 892 in favour and 3 against!”
Hundreds of Carers were seen standing and clapping in what had once been the United Nations hall. A few concerned looking individuals made their way towards the exits, but seemed to increasingly find their paths blocked by more and more buxom alien women. However, amidst the celebrations, it was difficult to keep track of a few faces in the crowd. While he couldn’t see them anymore, though, Taylor could have sworn those people never reached the exits.
Aside from those few, however, the other humans seemed equally jubilant. Indeed, the camera cut just as many seemed to be sharing what was much more than just a passionate kiss with Carers nearby. Dimly, Taylor wondered when the ruling body of Earth had become so populated by Carers. What would happen when the ratio of Carers to humans equalised? And since when had Carers begun to outnumber humans in all of these governing bodies? Why was every world leader seemingly surrounded by Carers now? It seemed important somehow, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to think of why.
Wincing at a mild pain which was developing in the back of his mind, he looked away from the TV for a moment to see that the Carers on the sofa were now hugging each other excitedly. It was easy to forget that the girl from before, Annette, was still trapped between them, and if it weren’t for her twitching arms and the libidinous muffled moans emanating from between the two giants sitting on the couch she would have been utterly invisible. Now, though, Annette was buried under the bodies of the two Carers who seemed to abandon any semblance of formality and were openly groping her beneath them.
Slowly, their fingers were tracing up and down her thighs, always creeping a little higher with each pass, and increasing the pitch of those muffled moans as her desperation and desire for much more than their teasing touches increased. Taylor hadn’t even noticed until they had begun to disrobe the girl in their clutches right in front of him, apparently oblivious to his presence.
The girl’s already quite respectable bust - albeit entirely overshadowed by the four mind-boggling globes which utterly enveloped her slight form - was being subjected to feather light teases as their fingertips tweaked and tormented the poor girl’s aching nipples through her thin blouse.
“Such a good girl…” one spoke soothingly, and Taylor shivered a little at her tone as it rang in his head, “aren’t you so happy?”
“Oh she’s very happy, I can tell…” the other added, letting her fingers trace along the crease of the girl’s thighs gently until the girl was practically thrashing in place.
“She’s coming along so nicely.” One carer said as she gently tickled the underside of the trapped Annette’s breast - eliciting a manic giggle from the captive trapped between their own. “So much more responsive now…”
The two Carers merely giggled, waiting for the girl’s arousal and tickling induced movements to cease, before they merely renewed their lascivious assault. Slowly, their massive bodies closed together, and the girl’s muffled cries suddenly grew in intensity before being almost entirely silenced. As the two Carers pressed their lips to each other, luridly kissing one another with the thick lips and serpentile tongues the Carers all seemed to share, their breasts were pressing in ever more tightly around the poor girl’s upper half, practically entombing her within their combined cleavage.
Taylor could only just hear Annette’s whimpers as they echoed up between the massive overlapping mammaries which warred for space around her head and shoulders, which had only become more mournful as her tormentresses teased and outlined her overtly wanton sex. Every time the girl thrust her mons out, desperate for any sensation at all, they would withdraw their hands and giggle into each other’s kissing mouths amusedly until she would - frustratedly and in sheer exhaustion - collapse back down. Then their wandering fingers would once more close in, but never quite make contact with their captive’s drooling, aching, needy lips.
“Awww, I think she’s trying to ask us something…” Said one, with faux concern, pausing their kiss just long enough to huskily intone her voice to the other - and by extension all those in the room.
“I think it’s more like begging…” The other corrected smugly, taking the opportunity to just barely graze her fingers ever so closely to the poor girl’s throbbing clit, circling the fine hairs just above her mound in a way that seemed to be driving the poor girl to exertion.
“Such a shame… I can’t hear what she’s trying to say.” The first said softly, feigning total ignorance of the girl’s heart-wrenching desperation.
“Hmmm… if ONLY there were some way to tell!” The second responded, before the two burst into momentary laughter, finally breaking apart their kiss and parting their breasts just enough to let the poor girl breathe.
Taylor looked on in a mix of awe, shock, and - his tightening pants confirmed - utter arousal. The poor girl’s face was drenched with sweat, hair matted from the close atmosphere of the four massive breasts enveloping her head. No, not just that, he realised at length, as some of it was a mix of the steady, thick cream now gushing from each of the Carers’ nipples.
“Awwww, how adorable you look sweetie…” Said one, craning down to plant a kiss on the panting and heaving girl’s forehead.
Desperately, Annette tried to lap at their breasts like a thirsty dog on a hot summer’s day. She had long since abandoned any attempt at dignity, just as her captors had abandoned any restraint, in her mad scramble to please the two towering goddesses at either side of her.
“So cute, I just want to… eat you up…” Said the other Carer, as the pair’s long slimy tongues crept down to force their way into the girl’s mouth, while the other traced a wet trail around her sensitive ear, practically digging into the girl’s brain in her enthusiasm.
At long last, it seemed, they were done teasing the poor girl, as one carer delicately wrapped her fore and middle fingers around the girl’s aching clit, before curling her fingers down and into her now throbbing depths.
For a moment Annette merely shuddered silently, before groaning into the long-tongued invader’s kiss and vigorously thrusting her hips up to meet the penetrating digits. The other Carer, meanwhile, began far more earnestly toying with the girl’s nipples, sensually stroking and kneading her breasts.
“Such a sweet little thing, and always so eager for me…”
“And of course I love those adorable noises she makes when she’s cumming her brains out.”
The pair laughed again, only to redouble their efforts, evidently eager to make the girl do just that.
“Such a good girl.” Her Carer cooed, letting the girl ride her fingers until her clinging lips were a wet mess.
“Does she want to cum for us?” Her other Carer asked, leaning down into their combatting cleavage as if to listen for an answer.
A near silent scream of lust was the overwhelming response, and the two grinned to each other evilly.
“Such a good, good girl!”
“Go on, cum for us!”
The two took on an even more sweetly saccharine and sapphic tone as they encouraged the girl to fuck herself senseless atop their fingers.
“That’s it, just give in. You know you want to. You love the way we make you cum, don’t you?”
“Oh my, she always screams so loud… Well, I suppose that’s why we always have to smother her like this…”
The two shared another knowing grin before resuming their mental verbal barrage upon the poor girl’s already overtaxed senses.
“That’s one reason, anyway.”
They shared a mischievious grin.
“If we didn’t, the whole building would know what a wanton little slut she is for us…”
“Awww, she’s our special girl, such a good girl…”
Taylor could hear the poor girl sobbing openly, either overwhelmed by their words, sensations, or both. She was flexing her body as far as she could, moving what little the oppressive maternal bodies enveloping her would allow.
“Good girls get to cum…”
“And good girls always cum for their Mommies…”
“Does my goooood girl want to cum?”
Screaming ever more fervently, the girl was obviously at her limit. No doubt by now she was willing to do whatever was needed to finally be mercifully granted her long awaited orgasm.
“Well good girls also do something else… don’t they?”
“Yes… we all know that good girls… drink their milk.”
The girl’s whines became outright panicked as the fingers she had been riding slowly pulled themselves free, a thick gloopy string of girlcum connecting them to her after they withdrew, and the girl’s sex throbbed and clenched desperately as if pleading for their immediate return.
“Be a good girl for Mommy…” Cooed her captor, as she turned towards Taylor.
Taylor was transfixed, only coming back to his senses when one of the Carers’ eyes met his at last. Blushing furiously, Taylor stepped back, but couldn’t keep his eyes off of the nipple the other Carer then produced… which she soon forced between the lips of the girl who was decidedly now little more than a prisoner between their bodies.
A lump hit Taylor’s throat as he watched that thick, creamy milk begin to squirt down the girl’s throat… and as his heart began to pick up pace, the Carer’s eyes bored into his skull as if reading his mind.
“That’s it… such a good girl.” The alien woman’s absurdly thick body practically jiggled as the girl twitched under her immense mass, as she was forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of thick mother’s milk.
Only when Annette was well and truly subdued by the cream cloying her throat did her captor return to steadily fingering the girl’s sodden pussy, and the girl choked a little on her milk as she was at last returned to a state of outright sexual bliss.
“Taylor… I didn’t notice you there…” She lied, eyes lidded. “Carer Angela was looking for you before.”
Taylor shivered a little, as forgotten feelings of dread and lust both came rushing back to him. With a staccato whine, followed by silence and a heart wrenching moan, the girl in their clutches finally crested her long awaited orgasm - albeit she was held almost entirely motionless under the combined mass of her two plushly bodied alien Mommies.
“Of course, you don’t have to find her right away. Why don’t you come join us on the couch? There’s room for one more…”
The Carer beside her slowly began to pull her dress down, revealing her massive tits which were still steadily leaking milk. Taylor suddenly had an image of himself being used by these two goddesses to fuck the young Staff Sergeant, now delirious with lust and alien milk. They would use him to breed her like a prize bull and a cow…
He could see it happening before his eyes.
Slowly he would be undressed, before they parted his legs with their own. Holding Annette spread-eagled for him, her lower body exposed under their tits, they would embrace him too and guide him - naked- into their laps and atop their captive, with him soon to be one as well.
Her needy, leaking slit would be desperate for him, yet they would tease her, using him as little more than a toy. They would let him grind his cock between her thighs, or up against her lips, but never let him penetrate her, not until the pair were both entirely mad with lust. Only then, when both were utterly beside themselves with an unbearable urge, would they bring the two together and lock their legs betwixt the Carers’ thighs.
They would part their breasts just enough to allow him inside, and envelop him as well, another captive held tight between their breasts so the two could kiss and share their captivity in the humid closeness of their cleavage.
Rutting with pure need, they would torment the two, tickling, teasing, encouraging them to fuck at one moment and then disturbing their copulation the next, all to prolong the experience as much as possible. Their voices would ring together in both his and her minds, encouraging them to give in to the pleasure, submit themselves to their whims, until he and she would be locked together screaming in unison as an orgasm ripped their minds apart… only for the Carers to force them to continue, tormenting their trapped forms until they did so.
Taylor stared, stunned, into the eyes of the Carer now beckoning him with a finger. It had all seemed so… real. Every moment of it had felt so real… and yet it had been but a moment, a fragment of time. He didn’t know where such a graphic and vivid vision had come from, and he felt a cold chill sink through him as his fears grew.
Not knowing what to say, he mouthed some half-heard gibberish as the two Carers openly fingered the aching and dripping girl Annette within their clutches.
Taylor backed out of the room, jumping as his shoulder touched the door, before swiftly making his way down the hall, feeling their eyes on the back of him all the way.
***
He caught himself and leaned back. Was he losing his mind? What had he just seen? He knew the Carers and his staff had been having… well, far from purely professional relationships. But to do it so brazenly, so openly…
Did it matter? The thought seemed to occur unannounced. Who cares? They’re happy. She seemed to be enjoying herself, right? They were just… celebrating. He didn’t really believe that, although a part of him very strongly wanted to.
However, as he walked, and as the increasingly lewd displays of Carer jubilation spread throughout the office, it became especially difficult to focus. So many massive pairs of breasts began to bounce and jiggle everywhere he looked, and one after another he watched as his fellow humans were physically and sexually dominated, and giggling lips curled into grins as doors were partially closed to half-heartedly achieve a veneer of privacy.
Shaking his head, he tried to clear the uninvited thoughts, unsure why he was having so much trouble focusing. Was he just that rattled from what he had seen, or was he just a horny idiot overthinking things as usual?
Or was it something else…?
No, he resisted the warm buzz in the back of his mind, eternally soothing him. This wasn’t right. None of this was right. Yet with every step he took, he felt ephemeral claws tugging at the thought as if trying to dislodge it. Something was very, deeply wrong here.Muttering to himself, he tried to get his head straight, but something about those Carers had made it so hard to think.
At last he reached his destination, and swallowed. He worried if he hesitated any longer he would lose the nerve to confront Avery about it. He knocked on their office door, praying he might finally get to talk to the man alone. However, it was Carer Mataya who answered, and he cursed himself.
“Come in…” She murmured dreamily.
He dared not refuse.
“Uh… hi. Ma’am.” He spoke awkwardly, suddenly face to face with the embodiment of his concerns.
“Mmmm… hello Taylor… I suppose you’ve heard the… nnnnhh, excellent news?”
“Y-yeah… they just announced it.” He said slowly, unsure what to make of her breathy voice.
“It’s wonderful that our government has finally seen sense. More Carers can only be a good thing, right? We only want to help. I’m so proud of you, Taylor. Not just you, but your species. You’ve been doing so well in accepting our help…” She reclined slightly in her utterly luxuriant throne, lifting a foot onto the desk in front of her and lazily stretching her toes. “Your planet has been so quick to accept their new role in the universe… at our side. I have to say, not even our most optimistic projections predicted just how enthusiastically you would surrender to our… mmmm… care. You have adapted so well to the changes we’ve brought to your world…”
“Yeah… and we’re certainly very grateful.” He offered, though no longer so sure he fully believed it himself.
“Oh, we know. With humans it’s so easy to tell how grateful you are for our care…” She said, pursing her lips in a gentle grin as her eyes drifted down to his crotch.
He followed her gaze to realise he was sporting a truly monstrous erection, and his hand shot down - papers falling - to cover it.
Taylor was now shivering in embarrassment, not to mention a host of other emotions he wasn’t quite ready to admit to himself, yet which all seemed more than obvious to the alien sitting in front of him. He now noticed, though, that her hand was rhythmically moving behind the desk. Her desk. Taylor couldn’t see one for Avery anymore…
“You’ve been so open to our suggestions, you know. Every time we offer you something, you accept it. It’s a good thing we’re such a… benevolent race. It would be so easy to take advantage of you… but of course we would never do that. We only want to care for you, after all…”
Everything felt so hard to keep track of. Why? He bit his tongue, trying to force his mind to focus. Why was it whenever he was around these Carers his thoughts came apart?
“Why… when did the government become so…” he whimpered, trying to force out his question before he forgot it altogether.
It was becoming very hard to concentrate as Carer Mataya gently swayed her breasts left and right, directly in his line of sight.
“Oh, haven’t you been keeping track? We’ve taken over the governance of Earth, Taylor. Overwhelmingly so. It only made sense, after all, we do most of the important things around here these days… Of course, humans still have their place. Right by our sides… or maybe beneath us… or…” She bit her tongue, giggling soundlessly as her words floated into his mind ethereally.
“Your leaders have seen the wisdom of allowing us to guide them through this period of… transition… as your society is integrated into… sorry, I mean as it integrates WITH ours. You poor things, you seem to have such a hard time focusing when you’re around us. It makes working so difficult for you… it only makes sense to let us take the lead from here on, until things are more properly… organised.”
Weren’t they supposed to be… equals? Why was she so smug about this? It rankled. He had been open to accepting their help, and yet now she spoke as if they had conquered Earth. They had offered to help, hadn’t they? And humanity had accepted, but that didn’t make them children… did it?
Taylor simmered. It wasn’t right, none of it was right.
Then his breath not caught in his throat. He realised now why her arm was moving. She was… masturbating. Masturbating as she described how easily the Carers had usurped Human governance of Earth.
He felt a surge of outrage at that, it was so demeaning, so… belittling. He wanted to challenge her on it. On everything. Yet he knew that whatever he did she would find some way to reword it, rephrase it, reframe it in his mind, to slide around his words and leave him feeling even smaller than he already did in the presence of her overwhelmingly massive body.
Summoning what little of his courage remained, he choked his question out.
“Is Lieutenant Avery here? I need to speak with him alone.”
“Oh, but of course Taylor,” she murmured into his head, voice practically dripping with venom as she did so, “he’s been here the whole time…”
She pushed her massive chair back - more like a cushioned throne - and gave Taylor a view of her body.
Shivering slightly as arousal began to overcome him, he was confused. What was he supposed to see?
“W-wh… but…” He murmured, until realisation hit him.
A faint outline was visible beneath her flowing silky uniform, given its near-see-through material. Beneath her breasts, a frail figure could just be seen, although much of them was totally smothered between Mataya’s utterly immeasurable tits.
“Oh… my God…” Taylor stammered, almost breathlessly.
Lieutenant Avery was trapped inside Carer Mataya’s robes, stuffed between her tits, his legs between her thighs. Mataya’s hand hadn’t stopped its rhythmic stroking the entire time he had been staring, though only now did Taylor see she hadn’t been masturbating herself, it was Avery’s poor exposed cock - jutting out from her robes - which was the victim of her constant and unending ministrations.
Only his waist and abdomen were visible, but for his benefit, Carer Mataya gently tugged her uniform-robe down. Slowly, she parted her breasts. Taylor could swear they were dripping with moisture… or maybe it was milk.
At last, Avery’s face was revealed, and it was quite a sight. The once proud officer was drooling, arms pinned beneath her breasts, legs between her thighs, utterly drunk with sexual bliss. The alien he had once opposed so vehemently was now casually milking his cock, and he was little more than an accessory. Avery blinked as the light stung his eyes, and looking out he saw Taylor, their eyes locking for a brief moment.
“Tay… Taylor… hel…” Avery murmured, but the rest of his sentence was cut off as Carer Mataya gently but firmly pressed down on her captive’s head, once again entombing him within her opulent flesh.
“Shhh, shhh…” She hushed him, “don’t strain yourself, you’ll just upset yourself again my dear. We wouldn’t want you getting any more silly little thoughts in that adorable head of yours, would we? No, much better to let Mommy milk all those silly ideas out of you, like this…”
Gently, she leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of Avery’s head just as she gently increased the pace of her handjob, tugging her dress around herself to tighten his prison a little more.
“I know our bonding rituals can seem a bit odd to outsiders, Taylor, but I promise you, we would never force someone to do anything against their will. Everyone who bonds with us chooses to do so. They just need a little help to realise it’s what they truly want.” She spoke into his mind soothingly, yet entirely at odds with the squirming captive within her own clothing, muffled groans emanating from her tremendous entrapping breasts. “We are a totally alien culture to you, of course, so some things will seem a bit odd… but do please keep an… open mind. Soon they will seem no more shocking to you than a kiss between lovers. This is just how we show love to our… partners.”
Her hand took on a more vigorous milking rhythm now, mercilessly stroking her captive’s cock and filling the room with an audibly slick staccato. Taylor could only gawk, rooted to the spot.
“No need to be alarmed… He’s perfectly fine, don’t worry. We’ve just grown a lot… closer. He’s much more comfortable like this… Now there’s a thought, maybe Carer Angela should show you how comfortable it is?”
Those last words sent a chill through him as he dropped his paperwork on the floor altogether.
“Lieutenant Avery was so reluctant at first… but we would never force anyone to do anything. You see, Taylor… in the end, everybody always begs us Carers for what we offer them. Avery wanted this from the moment we met… and he will admit it… eventually.”
Her fingers became a blur as she masturbated him with a brutal, cold efficiency. Her other hand had disappeared beneath her robes, however the heady aura emanating forth and wet, slick squelching her frantic fingering caused left no doubt as to what her free hand was now doing.
Mataya’s lips formed a gentle ‘o’ as she breathily panted, all while fixing her eyes on Taylor directly, as if gloating at her sheer sexual conquest of his direct superior.
“Mmmm… Avery, you’re such a good boy… Such a good boy for Mommy… Does my good boy want to cum? Does he love it when Mommy milks him? I know he does… I know just how good Mommy makes you feel…”
His cock was the only part of Avery that was visible, the rest trapped against or between Mataya’s heavenly tits or plush thighs, and Mataya was focusing the entirety of her attentions solely upon it now.
“That’s it… cum for Mommy. Squirt out all your worries and cares… and everything else… into Mommy’s hand…”
Avery’s cock twitched and throbbed in her hand, twisting from one side to the other as somewhere buried beneath layers of silk and thick motherly thighs and tits Avery was fighting to free his cock from her merciless milking, or even to gain a moment's respite from her endless manipulation, but with the calculating precision of a machine Mataya was pitiless in her intention to drain his dick.
“That’s it, just give in to Mommy… don’t fight it, don’t try to fight the feelings…”
Taylor felt himself growing unsteady as her words sank home into his own mind, seating themselves deeply into his subconscious to be utilised later on by another of her kind. He could only imagine the sheer carnal lust rampaging through the entrapped man’s mind.
“Such a good boy… give in to Mommy… and cum for me. Cum for Mommy!”
The pitiful, mournful wail that escaped her imprisoning breasts signalled Avery’s final surrender, as she mercilessly milked rope after rope of thick cum onto her meaty thighs. Taylor could only watch on, once again finding himself the onlooker to a wanton carnal display and beginning to question if he hadn’t wandered into a madhouse…
And yet, his heart ached with jealousy. Deep down he was burning with a desire to submit himself to the very same maternal treatment.
“Such a good boy…” Mataya cooed, and yet her eyes were on Taylor as she said it.
Cold fear gripped him, but even as it did so, a cloying, sickly sweetness seemed to envelop him - as if beckoning him towards her. The world around him felt like it was closing in, and his body felt an irresistible urge to step into her arms. Submit himself to her.
He backed out of the room and ran.
***
He had dropped his work in her office, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he was going to go back for it, not now. He could just pick up where he had left off once he got out of here. There was no way he was sticking around in this place after what he had seen. Nothing made sense anymore. He just had to collect his things and head home.
Two Carers blocked the hallway as he walked down it, but it was difficult for him to tell if they were doing it intentionally. Even with the building having been entirely resized to their requirements, two Carers could barely fit side by side. As they faced each other, casually chatting, their huge tits were barely an inch apart.
As he approached he cleared his throat, but they merely turned slightly to appraise him, their plump lips smirking as they did so. In the process, this merely turned their bodies into a wall of thick motherly flesh that at ten feet tall practically towered over him.
Maybe if he got away from the Carers and their colossal milky tits for a while he’d be able to think straight.
Or he would have if, as he soon discovered, his office hadn’t been emptied. He rummaged through the drawers of his desk, but couldn’t find any of his notes. Months… no, a year of work, all gone.
The walls were bare, and the drawers empty. All of his books were gone, along with all of his notes. Every sheet of paper had been removed from the walls, even the thumbtacks used to hold them there. He ran his hands across the wall and couldn’t even feel the holes where the thumbtacks had been, as if they had been filled in.
It didn’t make any sense. Struggling to tear away the cotton candy cushioning his thoughts, Taylor fell back on a massively oversized chaise lounge which - he distantly remembered - had not in fact always been in his office.
Or… had it? It was so hard to remember. The fact he wasn’t sure worried him even more. It was so hard to know himself anymore, to know which thoughts were his own, which thoughts he could trust… or who he could trust anymore.
“You can trust me.”
Angela was just a short distance from him. He hadn’t even heard her enter, despite her massive form, having been so wrapped up in his own internal battle.
“I heard you got a little fright today.”
He felt it again. The sickly sweet feeling of the Carers seeping into his mind that he’d felt back in Mataya’s office… although now it was coming from Angela. It was familiar. Her words were soothing, reassuring… diminishing, downplaying.
He bit his tongue. Carer Angela was… Why was he doubting her? He loved her… right?
“Carer Mataya told me you…” She paused, sitting beside him, making sure her body was in contact with his. Instantly, her scent overtook him, and he found himself unconsciously breathing in more heavily if only to get more of that wonderful smell. “Well, she’s not the most diplomatic Carer that I know.”
Taylor looked up at her, her massive body utterly dwarfing his. Indeed, in the last week or so he’d felt like she’d almost gotten bigger… or maybe he’d been getting a little smaller.
“She doesn’t seem to appreciate that not all humans respond the same way. Lieutenant Avery and her work well together because she’s… well, a bit forceful. Blunt, maybe. She’s his opposite number. Remember when I told you we pair our Carers with the human we think they’ll work best with?”
Taylor nodded as those memories came flooding back to him, as if she were in his mind helping him to summon them directly.
“Well, the reason she works so well with Avery is the reason why she can be so…” Carer Angela began to gently stroke his shoulder, and he couldn’t help himself but lean into her. “Let's just say you got a glimpse into someone else’s personal life today that you probably just weren’t ready for. Not yet, at least.
Taylor found himself nodding. The longer she spoke, the better he felt. That was how it usually seemed to go around her. Around the Carers, always, but especially her. She had a way of massaging out any worries he had, either mentally… or physically. As her hand began to stroke his thigh, Taylor only realised just now how aroused what he’d seen had made him, no matter how it had shocked him.
“Lieutenant Avery and Carer Mataya work very well together, especially now that Mataya is in charge of the translation efforts…”
A flurry of questions came to his mind, but were just as quickly forgotten as Angela’s hand crept across his lap to his now stiff and throbbing cock.
“But… she’s not… we’re decrypting…”
He tried to say what he’d been so worked up about, but now that Carer Angela was moving her fingers around the outline of his cock it was getting very difficult to think of anything at all.
“We’re in charge now, sweetie. The Carers are in control.” Her words were soothing, and yet resonated with the force of a hammer, as if intended deliberately to crush any hope he had left. “But it’s okay. Mataya was right, she meant what she said. We are here to care for you, and you humans do have a place… right beside us. We know what we’re doing, sweetie. You just need to trust us, remember?”
Gently, Angela wrapped an arm around his waist, and began to lift him into her lap. Taylor blinked in shock at how easy it was for her to do. Even given her immense size, he thought he weighed a little more than that… hell, she’d lifted him into her lap as easily as one might a kitten.
“There, just relax, lie back against me…” She intoned, as always working away at his worries, eroding his concerns with her gentle words.
As he felt her arm around his waist pulling him back against her, her breasts pressed against the back of his head, until they were enveloping it at the sides. On some primal level, he panicked. He remembered what Avery had looked like, a drooling mess. He didn’t want to wind up like that.
Even as his panic rose, however, her fingers drummed against his cock and made it almost impossible to coordinate his movements. His panic instead was expressed as little more than a discomforted squirm as, at last, her soft, plump belly moulded around him like a pillow. Now he was truly embedded against her, or rather into her… as she was into him.
Keeping one arm around his waist, she held him close, and without even trying he knew he would have had no hope of freeing himself. Even so he couldn’t help but squirm atop her massive thighs which - had she parted her legs - he would easily have sunk into up to his waist. As it was, his feet barely reached her knees.
He felt much smaller in that moment than he normally did around Angela.
“Now, now. I can tell you’re stressed. I just want to help you relax…”
He groaned for a moment as if to disagree, but she merely squeezed his cock a little, the effect of which was just as restricting as if her fingers had been around his neck.
“I’m your girlfriend. You wanted to ask me that, right? Well I am. We’re boyfriend and girlfriend. I think you knew that already though, hmm?”
He blushed a little at how candid she was… but it did make him feel better, somehow.
“That’s not all, is it? I know there’s something else you wanted to say to me.”
A wave of heat rose through him as he realised what she meant, and as the moments passed, he began to believe it more and more strongly. He really did love her. She made him so happy… she had a way of helping all the confusing things going on around him make sense. Or at least she was able to simplify them enough for him…
No, he didn’t need things simplified. He was a grown man, he needed-
As she worked her hand inside his trousers, he felt his thoughts scattered to the wind once more.
“That’s it, just relax for me…”
As she leaned in closer, her breasts pressed in atop his shoulders and surrounded his head. Now he couldn’t hear anything from the world outside of her body, and his vision became a narrow corridor between her breasts as they slowly smothered his head.
“Such a good boy…”
He felt himself shiver all over at those words. Why did he love it so much when she called him that? The shiver became an outright shudder as she began to stroke his cock though, and he couldn’t remember ever having felt so aroused in his life.
It was so much easier to just relax. She was right. Everything was fine, right? Nothing could go wrong as long as he was with her.
He blinked, realising those thoughts had been in Angela’s voice, yet struggled to find the will to care as her fingers vigorously milked any worries from his mind as they always did.
“You can say it… I know what you’re thinking.”
Did she? He panted, nervously. Could she really read his mind? Or was he just that transparent? Was it really that obvious?
“A-Angela…” he breathed.
“Good boy. Say it. Say the words I’ve been dying to hear from the moment we met.”
He was left gritting his teeth however as she contradicted her words, making it difficult for him to breathe let alone speak with the magic her hand was performing on his cock.
“Angela… I…”
“That’s it. Say it.”
Say it. Just say the words.
Her words and his thoughts seemed to blend together once more, but that only made it easier to listen to her. Listen… and obey.
“Just say the words you want to say… and you know I want to hear.”
“I love you.”
He heard them before he realised he had spoken them, as if it had been a reflex. Yet his whole body was instantly flooded with relief, and he felt as if he were floating on a cloud, even as her massive giantess body pressed in against him on all sides.
“Such a good boy… and I’ve been waiting to tell you this…”
She kissed the top of his head.
“I love you too, Taylor. More than you could ever possibly know.”
He melted under her touch as the arm holding him to her chest drifted up to his, and she began to gently circle her fingertip around one of his now quite sensitive nubs. Her other hand moved to the base of his cock and began a gentle, casual stroking with just the movement of her wrist - which Taylor found decidedly unsatisfying, but was hardly in a position to complain. In combination with the sheer sensitivity of his nipples this was driving him nuts. Naturally he tried, in vain, to thrust up into her hand as he had become so accustomed to doing… Yet she held him motionless with ease, frustrating any effort he made to try to increase his own pleasure.
“But… I’m not sure I can be your girlfriend…”
Taylor felt his arousal dip as his heart sank. What was she talking about? How could she be jerking him off like this while debating their relationship?
“I love you, Taylor, but I don’t feel like your girlfriend…”
She now began to pinch his nipple gently between her fingers and tweak it, making him twitch with pleasure in her grasp as if she were sending shocks through his body.
“When I’m holding you like this, and you’re so small compared to me…”
She lifted her thighs slightly, then dropped them, and repeated that a few times to press Taylor’s cock into her fingers, emphasising the sheer difference in size between them by controlling his body, his very sexual congress, with her thighs alone.
“I feel less like a girlfriend, and more like your… Mommy.”
She gently raked her nails across his chest at that, eliciting sparks of pleasure and making him gasp at the sensation.
“You could call me Mommy.”
He panted as her hand began to slowly jerk him faster.
“Why don’t you try saying that for me?”
Her hot breath pooled atop his head, in the channel between her massive tits.
“Just try it… try calling me Mommy.”
Every time she said ‘Mommy’, her grip got a little tighter around his cock, and her hand moved a little faster.
“Call me Mommy… just once. If you don’t like it you don’t have to.”
She tugged him tighter to her body as her fingers began to play merry havoc on his delicate chest.
“Call me Mommy.”
Her stroking got faster, and his mind got blurry.
“Call me your Mommy.”
His breathing was quickening, and she sensed his urgency.
“Call me Mommy.”
“Nnnngh…” He groaned, feeling her fingers adjusting to grip him in the exact way he liked most, as if she could feel everything he felt.
“Call me Mommy.”
Her words droned on, again and again, repeating within his mind like a command, and it was one he increasingly felt compelled to obey.
“Muh…”
“Call me Mommy.”
“Mmmmmfh!” He moaned, hiding his face in her breast as he was flushed with arousal, and no small amount of embarrassment at just how much it aroused him.
“Just call me Mommy. Be a good boy for me.”
His whole body throbbed at those words, and his head rolled back, allowing her breasts to finally fully encompass his head. Now he could see nothing but darkness, hear nothing but her alien heartbeat… and those endless droning words.
“Be a good boy. Call me Mommy.”
Unable to see his own cock now, her ministrations sent jolts of unexpected pleasure through him. Each time her technique changed his body twitched or shivered in response to the new sensations. Because he couldn’t see what she was doing it amplified every unexpected touch.
As she curled her fingers under the head and stroked with just two fingers, or rubbed her fingertips around his tip, or with thumb and forefinger masturbated him frantically for a few seconds only to slow to a crawl, he couldn’t process all the signals she was forcing upon him… yet none of it could drown out her voice.
“Be a good boy… just call me Mommy.”
His psyche cracked and splintered under her relentless milking, and the unending assault of her maternal voice.
“Call… me… Mommy.” She insisted, her tone growing more and more passionate in time with her stroking, as she felt him once again growing closer to orgasm.
He realised then there was nothing he could do.
If his suspicions were right, he would have just been one disgruntled voice among eight billion happy ones. What could he do, realistically? The Carers were everywhere now. They controlled everything. All of humanity’s weapons had been dismantled and disarmed, and would have been useless anyway given their technological superiority. Besides, who would want to fight them? All they wanted was to care for humanity, to help them, to make them… happy.
Angela only wanted to make him happy. He wanted to love her, too. It was all he wanted, deep down, to be happy… and this was his chance to never want for anything ever again.
Taylor abandoned any pretence of control, any belief he still retained any agency. He realised he had surrendered it from the moment she had taken him in her arms and made him squeal with pleasure. In fact it had been before that, from the moment they had met. No… in reality from the moment the Carers had arrived it had already been too late. What chance did they have against such beautiful, giant women? Who would have wanted to fight them, even if they should have? Or could have?
Every time her fingers grazed the edges of his crown it was electric, and he whimpered pitifully into her breasts. What was he holding out for? He’d never been this happy in his life. Even if he was right, it didn’t matter… so at long last, he let go.
“Mmmmhh… Mommy.” He sobbed, voice muffled by her massive breasts enveloping his shoulders now, utterly overwhelmed in every possible way by his new Mommy, mentally, physically, emotionally.
“Such a good boy!” She cooed in delight, fervently masturbating his helpless cock as a reward for his obedience.
“Mommy…” He moaned, the taboo having been broken now making it much easier for him to say.
“Good boy…” she poured her poisonous words into his vulnerable mind, his imminent orgasm causing it to soak up everything she said like a sponge. “Such a good boy for Mommy.”
With every stroke his cock was throbbing, pulsing with need, yet when he reached his limit and wanted nothing more than to beg for release, all he could manage was what she wanted to hear.
“Mommy…”
“So good… such a good boy…”
She enclosed her fingers around his shaft and began to finally stroke him in earnest. She began at a steady pace, grasping him perfectly and ensuring to satisfy his cock as much as possible, but quickly built up a merciless rhythm.
“Now you’re going to be a good boy… and cum for Mommy.”
He felt panic in his chest as he realised there was nothing he could do to stop her. She was going to make him cum whether he wanted to or not - although there was absolutely no doubt in his mind as to which was true.
“Cum… for… Mommy.”
At that last word her grip tightened and she began to masturbate him frantically, forcing him well over the edge of his orgasm and beyond. Colours appeared in front of his eyes as he felt faint, every muscle in his body tensing at once as he forced his cock deeply into her milking fist.
As he drooled into her cleavage, she lifted him clear for a moment, and lay him down in her lap, her massive thighs practically a mattress to him. Without even having to ask, he latched on to her nipple when it was presented, hungrily suckling down her milk all the while until he could swallow no more and it dribbled down his chin.
“That’s it, just go to sleep for me…” She cooed, and pressed him closer to her breast. “Such a sleepy boy, tomorrow you and I have a lot to talk about…”
Darkness crept in around the edges of his consciousness as her thick body pressed in against him, her massive breast cutting off what little of the outside world remained.