Chapter 8
Angela was cuddling Taylor close on the sofa. They were watching Carer TV at home, enjoying a rather raunchy movie. “Invaders from Space”. A satirical, tongue in cheek look at how humans used to view the arrival of alien life - and it was pretty obviously supposed to be about the Carers. Hell, the film was barely one step removed from pure pornography, although given the subject matter that was fairly understandable.
Taylor hadn’t been to the office in weeks now - it just… didn’t seem that important somehow. Angela told him the teams were making great progress without him. She had even brought home some reports for him to review, but they always seemed to wind up in bed together before he had any real chance to dig into them.
At this point it was safe to say he was taking a rather hands off approach to his work, at the very least. Carer technology had rendered most human occupations moot after all, and his had naturally come to the end of its usefulness.
He didn’t mind. Not really. Angela had an excellent way of… curing him of any of his worries.
Taylor chuckled a little at his own internal entendre.
“Something funny?” Angela asked, running her fingers up and down his chest.
These days he rarely wore anything around the house, although Angela was always trying to make him try on some Carer-designed clothing. He’d resisted thus far… but it did look awfully comfortable, even if a bit effeminate.
“Nothing, just…” He sighed, nuzzling against her arm, “I love you.”
She kissed his forehead, and tipped his chin up to kiss his lips.
“I love you too. More than you could ever possibly know.”
Swooning a little as her thick lips encased his own, he drank in her scent, her taste, everything about the woman who had changed his life so much.
For the better… he added, grinning more.
“I - love you - more.” He spoke abruptly, in the brief chances he got between kisses.
“Mmmm, nope. I do.” Angela gently bit the tip of his nose as she tugged his body a little closer to hers under the blanket.
The sofa-bed they had at home was monstrously large, but the material was so soft that every slight move Angela made was amplified. Indeed, he felt himself being tipped down into the crevice made by her ample body ever more as she leaned to her side.
“Oh, you’ve just decided?” He asked, a little shakily, as her immense body easily manoeuvred his where she wanted it.
“Yep.” She just grinned, eyes lazily boring into his as she lifted him atop her, letting him rest atop her broad, plump body. “Remember, Mommy knows best.”
He giggled at that, and kissed her again.
On screen, they watched as the bad guys - a human resistance movement - were barricading themselves in underground tunnels, forcing many other people to follow them down there at gunpoint. Some recently rescued humans however were thanking their saviours graciously. The star of the film, a Carer named Rosa, was entering a room with a bed where a captured female resistance member was being held.
It was quite sweet, actually. The actress Lucy Cabaret and Carer Rosa had recently become an item in real life. This role was quite important for her, as until meeting Carer Rosa she had been one of the few outspoken critics of the Carers left. Now, though, it seemed being with Carer Rosa had wiped away any thoughts of resistance remaining. So much so she could play a caricature of her former self on screen with aplomb.
Indeed, as she was gently laid down on a bed between Carer Rosa and a few other Carers, each slowly removing their robes, the rictus grin she sported spoke to just how happy she was to be free of all her prior concerns. Although that may have had something to do with how she was being interrogated.
“Ah, well if it isn’t the leader of the Resistance herself…” Rosa said, gently tugging the girl’s tattered clothing down, “you know, you’ve been quite a problem for us.”
Evidently panicking, the girl wrestled her arms in the grips of the two Carers at either side of her, but as they placed her arms in their breasts - swallowing her body up to the neck between them - she tilted her head back as if trying to stay above water.
“W-whatever you’re going to do to me, it won’t change anything! Humanity will resist you no matter what!”
“Oh, now, that’s just propaganda… you poor thing, you’re so confused.” Carer Rosa reassured her, even as she sat atop the girl’s now nude legs, pinning the thrashing limbs between her body. “We’ll be more than happy to help deprogram you…”
As Carer Rosa’s hands started to trace along the girl’s nude abdomen, though, her stammered objections soon turned to hushed gasps.
“However, first we need you to tell us about the resistance.”
“I w-w-won’t betray my species to you, alien!” She muttered, but the shivering in her voice betrayed her concern.
“Awww, I think you will… I think you’ll tell us exactly what we want to hear.”
“You can torture me all you like!” The girl spat, buried up to her neck in the breasts of alien invaders, “I’m trained to resist pain! You will not break me!”
“Oh no, you poor dear! We would never hurt you…”
As Carer Rosa’s fingers began to spider-walk up the girl’s taut stomach, gently climbing up to Lucy’s respectable breasts - at least by human standards - the poor girl began to sputter and chew her lip.
“However, we do have ways of making you talk…”
An evil grin spread across the lips of the two Carers pinning her arms, as they lifted her arms up between themselves, only to dance their fingers in front of her eyes.
Lucy’s eyes widened in fear at that, and for a moment, Taylor was sure it was genuine terror. The girl began to truly panic now, tugging frantically as she realised her body was well and truly immobilised between the Carers.
“W-w-wait! That’s not - this isn’t what weee-HEEEEHEHEHEHHEHEHE!”
Whatever last minute objections the girl had, they were instantly drowned out in a squeal of girlish laughter as six alien hands descended on her strung out body, trapped beneath their immense forms so only the most sensitive parts of her were exposed.
“Come now, dear, just tell us what we want to know. We know you’re still working for the resistance.”
“I’M NOHOHOHOHOHOOT!” She screamed, as the Carers to either side of her began to curl their fingers under her armpits, lazily stroking a single fingertip in each sensitive crevice as she frantically fought to try to free her arms from their oppressive cleavage.
“Oh, but we know you are. We can tell. And we know you want to be a good girl for us and tell us where they are…”
Rosa began to rake her fingernails ever so gently down the girl’s ribs, and across her stomach, chasing droplets of sweat as they began to form and trickle down to the girl’s waist.
“PLEHEHEHHEASE! NOOOOHOHOHOHO!” She cried, thrashing her head from side to side as if trying to escape the feeling being forced upon her through her imprisoned body.
“There’s no escape dear. I know you’re still with the resistance. Don’t fight it… you can’t resist us. You know you can’t. Give in…”
“NOOOOOOHAHAHAHA!” She groaned, any control she had left disintegrating as the carers at either side of her began to gently tease and tickle her now rock-hard nipples.
The camera swooped in and focused on each and every tender spot, ensuring to document the poor girl’s torture as well as possible. Taylor shivered a little, wondering just how torturous that must have been to film. Lucy Caberet honestly looked as if she was in hell.
“You’re such a ticklish girl, we know you are.” Said one of the Carers into her ear, as her tongue began to lick at it.
“We can feel it. We can tell how ticklish you are. You can’t hide anything from us. Such a sensitive girl, you’re going to tell us everything we want to know…” That Carer began to kiss and lick at her neck, and Lucy’s screams became somehow even more desperate, although now heavily tinged with very obvious arousal.
“You’ve been pretending all this time to be a movie star, but you’re not, are you? No… tell us who you really are…”
“Yes, be a good girl… tell us who you really are… tell us the truth sweetie.”
Lucy Caberet forced her eyes shut, rocking her head from side to side in total denial, as if trying to block out their teasing, taunting voices. She was seemingly trying to prevent herself from laughing - though the violent breaths and snorts she was making made it obvious just how difficult it was. No doubt the verbal assault within her own mind was doing nothing to make it any easier. As moments ticked by, she seemed determined not to submit.
However, with a devilish smile, Rosa merely began to dig her fingertips into the creases between Lucy’s waist and thighs, delicately moving them back and forth.
The camera focused in on Lucy’s face then, as her eyes bugged out, totally overwhelmed by the unbearable ticklish sensations. Her mouth shot open, but no sound came out as she silently screamed in laughter, her chest shaking with the effort, until at last she could hold out no longer.
“I ADMIT! I ADMIT! I’M IN THE RESISTANCE! HAHAHAHAHAH!”
“Awww, but sweetie… we know you are! We told you already we know you’re in the resistance!”
Rosa and the other Carers’ hands slowed to a lazy, gentle tickling, and Lucy shuddered and sobbed in pure exhaustion.
“B-b-but… I don-nnn’t know… what you want me… to say…” She panted, tears dripping down her face as her cheeks burned with the effort of smiling.
“You just need to tell us who you really are! You’re not a resistance leader… are you?”
Utterly terrified, every tiny touch made Lucy squeal or jump.
“Please! PLEASE! Tell me what you want me to say! I’ll say anything! Anything! Please!”
The Carers at either side of her giggled as she begged, evidently pleased with her supplication.
“You know who you are… who you really are. Not who you pretend to be. Not the roles you play in front of the cameras, or the person you pretend to be to your resistance followers… you’re not a leader… you’re just Mommy’s good little girl, who got all confused.”
Shivering in a mix of exhaustion and terror, Lucy Caberet stared up into the eyes of Carer Rosa.
“N-n-no. It’s not true. I’m… a person. And you w-won’t take that away from me.”
Her words sounded so small, when three giant women were leering lecherously over the top of her. Taylor was gripped, staring. This was the best performance he’d seen in some time. Almost as if… she was really telling the truth.
Well, that was what a good actress accomplished, he said to himself. Angela rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, and he smiled at her. It was just an act.
“Oh, I think we will…” Carer Rosa spoke coldly, and her fingers moved down the girl’s stomach to her waist, and lower.
“W-w-what are - wait - no, no wait-”
“I think you just need to be reminded how good Mommy can make you feel… then you’ll remember your place.”
“Wait, no, please… I’m a good girl. I swear. I’m your good girl. I am! I AM! PLEASE!”
“I know you are…” Carer Rosa said soothingly, as her fingers began to trace along either side of Lucy’s red and swollen lips. “We just need to make sure you do too, sweetie.”
Lucy shuddered, froze, and moaned as Rosa gently but firmly began to fuck her with her fingers, curling the digits inside her in precisely the way she knew drove Lucy wild.
“I know the only time my good girl is honest with me is when she’s cumming her little brains out… so that’s what we’ll have to do. Over and over, until my good girl doesn’t just say she’s my good girl, but believes it too.”
The Carers at her side slowly caressed her breasts now, driving the poor girl to distraction. Soon the girl was eagerly bucking her hips, grinding against Rosa’s fingers inside her, evidently at her wits end.
“That’s it, such a good girl, just fuck your thoughts away on Mommy’s fingers…” One Carer encouraged her, kissing the girl’s cheeks as she rolled her head back, moaning.
“Such a good girl… but are you my good girl?” Rosa asked, slowing her fingers to a crawl.
“Yes… Mmmm, fuck! Yes!” Lucy whimpered, obviously close to orgasm.
“Mmmm, well, only good girls get to cum…” Said a Carer by her ear.
“So you only get to cum if you’re a good girl.” The other added, before both began to devour her ears with their lips, making the poor girl’s eyes roll back.
“But we know you’re just telling us what we want to hear sweetie…”
Their hands came to a slow stop, and Lucy squirmed, begging with her body for more as she seemed to have lost the ability to beg directly. Instead, high pitched needy whines seemed to be all she could manage.
“So that means you’re not a good girl…”
“That would make you a bad girl.” Rosa said, gently rubbing her thumb in steady circles against Lucy’s clit. “Tell me the truth. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Mmmmmffh!” She hissed, biting her lip in sheer frustration.
“Tell me the truth.” Rosa insisted.
“YES! FUCK! I’M A BAD GIRL!” She cried out, body wracked with the intensity of being held so criminally close to the edge of orgasm.
“That’s what I thought.” Rosa said, and pulled her hand free, dripping with Lucy’s excitement.
Panting, sweating, Lucy’s breaths came shallow and rapid as she fought with all her might to reach down and touch herself, or to close her thighs together and rub them together in the hopes the friction would be enough to tip her over the edge. However, the Carers kept her limbs taut, and the girl could only flounder helplessly in their grip, a horny mess only a feather’s touch away from cumming.
“PLEASE! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! MAKE ME CUM PLEEEEASE!”
“Oh, I know you will…” Rosa whispered, breathing cool air across the poor girl’s needy pussy, and sending the girl’s whole body into shivers. “You’ll tell us everything eventually.”
However, she fixed Lucy with an icy stare.
“But only good girls get to cum…”
Instantly the Carers at either side of the captive resumed their torturous torments of Lucy’s armpits, and tickled the underside of her breasts. Rosa, meanwhile, proceeded to rake her nails along the helpless girl’s sensitive inner thighs, her tummy, every sensitive spot she could find.
Lucy Caberet’s mind at long last abandoned her as she in turn abandoned sensibility, madness setting in as her precious orgasm was so cruelly taken away from her at the last moment. Screaming in ticklish agony, one of the Carers silenced her by forcing a turgid, leaking nipple into her throat, drowning her screams in milk as the other buried her face entirely beneath her breasts.
Just a performance, Taylor reminded himself, as it had seemed far more genuine than he had expected.
“Mmmm, aren’t they so cute together?” Angela asked.
“Mhmmm,” he nodded into her shoulder.
He was sure Lucy Cabaret was happy, wherever she was. So much happier. Heck, she might have been on a vessel to the Carer homeworld by now.
Happier. Just like him. Everybody was, now the Carers were in charge.
Swallowing audibly, Taylor turned to face Angela beneath him, who had a decidedly mischievous look in her eyes.
“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you… you’d never need me to punish you like that.”
Shaking his head, he kissed her shoulder.
“Or would you?”
Her fingers started to tease at the side of his neck and he instantly giggled, shaking his head.
“That’s what I thought. You heard what she said about good boys and girls, didn’t you?”
A stupid grin spread across his lips as, friskily, she ran her hand up his side and squeezed his ass cheek.
“Umm… they get to… uh…” He murmured, still not quite ready to mimic the diminutive, infantile language the Carers seemed so fond of.
Angela however was always eager to finish his sentence for him, as if to ensure that if he wasn’t going to say what she wanted, she would say it for him.
“They get to cum. Would my good boy like to cum after watching that?”
She glanced down at his cock which was very openly throbbing and pressing into the underside of her breasts.
“Ohhh, I think he would…”
He kissed her then, wrapping his arms around her massive broad shoulders as much as he could. She did the same, easily encircling his whole body in her arms as she kissed, and licked, and then sucked his lower lip until it tingled.
“I have an idea my good boy might like…”
She gently hefted her breasts against him, and bounced them once or twice with her arm. As she did so, she raised her eyebrows in time with every bounce - as if she hadn’t been clear enough. Not waiting for an answer, she grasped his thighs and lifted him to be straddling her chest.
“Ooooh, someone’s all ready to play with Mommy’s tits…” She cooed, staring down between the valley of her massive chest as his cock throbbed and leaked, utterly dwarfed by the chasm of cleavage ahead of it.
Taylor could only squirm in place as she had her hands on his hips. The prospect of fucking those utterly mind-bending tits however had rather dimmed his mind a little, and his horny brain was already receiving little jolts of pleasure every time his hips bucked forward a little in her grasp, eager to plant his cock deep inside them.
“So eager… but wait just a little sweetie, Mommy has a present for you…”
“M… mmmh?” He murmured, only half paying attention to her.
“Something to make it feel even better for my sweet little boy as he fucks his Mommy’s big, bouncy titties…” She said, sweetly, as she held up a metallic looking container.
In front of his eyes, she pressed a small button, and as she upended the canister a molasses thick stream of clear liquid began to pool atop her breasts, just below her neck.
“There we go… now, let’s just get you nice and ready for me…”
Angela moved the canister to his cock and began to drizzle it up and down along his length, utterly coating his cock in the slightly cool liquid. Then, she rubbed her hand against her stomach, before reaching up between her own breasts - into her cleavage - and pulled a thick handful of the clear slime through.
“Mmmm… that feels so nice. Now, maybe my good boy can help spread it around…”
She grasped his butt in one hand and, with surprising ease - even given her strength - she slid him forward. Instantly his cock was entirely swallowed up by her slippery depths, and elicited a tiny yelp from him as his sensitive balls glided across her skin.
However, as she proceeded to gently bounce her breasts against him, while holding him from behind, the noises he made became far less recognisable to his own ears.
“Ooooh, I think my good boy likes this! Listen to all the lovely sounds you’re making! Mommy loves hearing how good her sweet little boy is feeling.”
Gently, she lowered him down until he was leaning atop her breasts, his head just barely cresting atop them.
Giggling, she leaned forward to kiss him.
“Cutie.” She said, and squeezed her tits together a little tighter, wrapping her arms around them before bringing them together behind him.
Taylor gasped as the slick tunnel between her breasts, already tight from their sheer mass forced together, became even tighter at her encouragement.
“That’s it, fuck Mommy’s tits like a good boy…”
The wet, sticky slap of the lubricant she had poured out was echoing in their living room now. Indeed, their home was little more than rooms which, in addition to their other uses, served as little more than places to fuck these days.
“Mmmmh…” He moaned softly.
“That’s it, you can say it baby…” she spoke soothingly in his mind.
Wincing, he thrusted harder, but the increased pleasure just made him want to say it more.
“Call me Mommy.” She cooed, reaching up to tickle under his chin.
“Mmmm!” He groaned, his arms too slippery to gain any purchase against her colossal breasts, and entirely unable to stop her.
“Ooooh, such a cutie. Does he want to call me Mommy? I think he does… he loves fucking his Mommy’s huge tits, doesn’t he?”
She clamped her arms around him, tugging him tightly into her breasts… and preventing him from thrusting into the delicious channel they formed.
“Mmmmfh!” He whined, trying to buck his hips back, but she simply kept him pinned to her tits, and they moved with him.
Indeed, if anything, the more he moved the more torturous what little friction he was getting became.
“It’s not like you haven’t called me Mommy before…” she mused, and gently stroked his back.
Even so, he buried his face in her breasts, blushing furiously.
“Awwwww, you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed…” She gushed, cuddling him into her bosom ever further.
Below, his cock was now throbbing, aching with the demand to keep giving it the sensations it had had before. Now, though, when he went to give her what she wanted, to call her Mommy… he couldn’t speak with her tits smothering him. Everything he said was muffled by her slick breasts.
“What’s that? Something you want to tell me sweetie? Maybe my good boy doesn’t want to cum…” She spoke with faux disappointment into his mind, yet began to gently bounce her tits against him as she did.
“Or maybe… maybe he’s not really a good boy at all.”
He squirmed a little at her words, not sure what she meant.
“Maybe my good boy has been lying to me all this time…” Her words felt like cold fingers down his spine, even as her own were clinging more tightly to his shoulders.
“Maybe… you’re a member of the resistance, Taylor!” She gasped, and giggled.
Groaning softly, he felt his lips curling into a smile at her joke. Now she would let him go, and he could get back to-
“Only one way to find out.” She said, simply, and began to tickle along his sides.
Instantly he threw his head back, but she kept him firmly lodged between her breasts, muffling his squeals of laughter as he writhed. Yet the copious lubricant she had poured out made it almost impossible to gain any kind of traction at all. Indeed, now his body was all lubricated as well, her fingers could glide almost frictionless across his skin.
“Awwww, is my good boy ticklish? I never knew! Maybe I should tickle him like this more often, his cock really seems to like it…”
It was true. While he was shaking and writhing, his cock was going mad within its slippery fleshy prison, bouncing and throbbing with need.
“Such a giggly boy…” she announced, and at last released him, before bouncing her breasts against him once again. “Are you going to admit your crimes? Joining the resistance? Such a naughty boy…”
He couldn’t push himself off of her, and indeed any time he tried to defend himself she would just reach around him with her longer arms to some spot he couldn’t defend, or would just tickle some spot harder until he lost his balance and opened himself up for more.
“That’s it, fuck Mommy’s tits and laugh for me… if you admit it that would make you a good boy. And what do good boys get to do?”
“HAHAHAHHA!” Was all he got out, before his hands slipped and he plunged face first back into her oily cleavage, which swallowed his face once more.
When he tried to brace himself against her chest, she simply tickled under his arms until he collapsed again.
“Mommy!” He squealed into her chest, “MOMMY!”
It was no use though, she either couldn’t or didn’t want to hear him, evidently enjoying tormenting him far too much.
“Such a sensitive body, there’s no way you can resist me. I’ll tickle you until you’re a helpless little puddle!” She declared gleefully, scrabbling her slippery digits against his stomach until he was crying with laughter.
With all his might he pushed, freeing himself momentarily from the slimy prison of her body-sized breasts for just long enough.
“MOMMAHAHAHAHAH!” He stuttered out, before sinking back into her tits.
“That’s a good boy… now, fuck Mommy’s tits! Cum for me!”
He needed no encouragement, and yet she seemed intent on giving it to him anyway. As he thrust mindlessly into the slippery valley before him, she tickled along his sides, across his ass, behind his knees, until finally settling on the soles of his feet.
Panting, giggling, moaning, he babbled and drooled as her elbows locked his knees in place, keeping his feet well within her reach - and rendering him helpless to squirm them free.
“Such a good boy, hump hump hump, hump Mommy’s tits and cum!”
Thoroughly overloaded with sensations, he felt his cock burning with the urge to cum. Whenever he seemed to slow down, she would merely dig her fingertips into his soles until his vision blurred with tears and his cheeks ached from the constant forced laughter.
“Mommy knows how to make her good boy cum, just relax for me…” she said at last, finally unleashing his now red and sensitive soles from her torments.
Panting, he pounded into her chest, chasing the orgasm he felt welling up within him. However, as her hands began to gently squeeze his ass, his body froze in shock.
“Just relax… Mommy knows best, remember?”
With that, he felt two slippery digits sink inside him, effortlessly passing into him and leaving him panting with exertion against her.
“Awwww, I’m so proud of you honey. Such a good boy. Mommy just wants to make you feel even better. Trust in Mommy. Keep fucking her tits and you’ll see just how good it feels.”
Tentatively, slowly, as if afraid to move at all, he gently rocked his hips. Her fingers came alive inside him, and soon found what they were looking for. As she firmly pressed down upon the button inside him that was the very root of his sex, he saw stars for a moment before - slack jawed - his hips continued to move on autopilot as he inadvertently rode her fingers.
Angela delighted in the tiny squeaks and moans he made as her fingers rubbed back and forth over his spot, rewarding his thrusts with a vigorous prostate massage. Indeed, soon she only had to hold her fingers in place, and Taylor was eagerly fucking himself onto her digits as much as he was thrusting into her chest.
“Such a cute boy, does he like it when Mommy does this? Oh Mommy can tell he does… she knows just how to make him feel so good, doesn’t she?”
Nodding gently, blushing furiously, but utterly drunk on the pleasure he was feeling, Taylor bounced and thrusted eagerly as his Mommy milked him.
“When you cum, Mommy’s going to rub this little button and make you shoot every drop between her tits… so don’t fight back. Don’t try to fight it. Once Mommy’s doing this her good boy can’t help but cum!”
He felt so wanton, like he was little more than a toy for her to play with, a pet to dote upon. Fucking himself silly on her fingers, he was eagerly riding her hand now.
“Such a good little slut for me… is he going to cum? I can feel you throbbing… ready to cum? Here we go, my good little boy won’t have any choice. Mommy’s going to make him cum. Three…”
She began to vigorously rub his spot now, forcing her fingers inside him.
“Two…”
Angela pulled him into her breasts, stopping him from thrusting at all.
“One.”
Pressing down, hard, his hips shot forward and his back curled as his long awaited orgasm came all at once - as did he. Jetting cum into her now sodden chest, he felt as if her fingers were directly tapping into the sex drive in his very mind.
“Awwww, what a big load sweetie…”
Rope after rope of thick cum erupted from his cock as she milked his button over and over, and continued to do so long after he was a twitching drooling mess, clinging to her chest as every little movement of her fingers sent sparks through his body.
“I think we might need a shower after this…” She said at last, gently peeling him off of her breasts and letting him pant and squirm by her side.
“Y-yeah…” He breathed.
“Would you like it if Mommy did that again?” She asked, trailing her fingers up and down his shoulder. “I think my good boy really likes it…”
He looked away, blushing anew as shame crept in, but she quickly washed it away.
“You know I have ways of making you tell me…” She said, playfully, and tickled his neck a little.
“Hehe! Okay yes, yes!”
“I had a feeling you’d see things my way…” She announced, rolling onto her side and caressing him, bringing her breasts directly into line with his face.
“Thirsty?”
***
“SURPRISE!”
Blinking at the brightness of the lights as they came on, Taylor shielded his eyes. Truth be told, he had been spending so much time in Angela’s arms lately - and smothered beneath her body - that he’d grown a little sensitive to the light.
Dozens of carers, and their human counterparts, cheered as Taylor - aided by Angela - cut into the cake on his desk. Well, calling it a desk was generous, as he didn’t really do any work at it anymore.
The cake itself was like one of those photo-printed cakes people used to get, but the Carers’ technology had rendered it in far more vivid colours.
As he looked down, Taylor grinned… but the face that stared back at him was one he didn’t recognise. Was that… what he looked like now? He looked thin, frail almost.
By his side, bending down at the waist to fit into the photo, was Angela. Her massive breasts were right beside his face, and she was gently pressing his cheek into the side of her pendulous hanging bust. Her eyes weren’t on the camera, though. In the photo she was looking right down at him...
A hand on his shoulder made him jump.
“I’m so proud of you sweetie!” Angela said, pulling him into a very breasty hug. He vaguely remembered once standing at least up to her chest, but now his eyes were practically in line with her nipples - which had already begun to soak through her silk robe. He felt even smaller next to her now, and especially so when in a room full of giant women.
“Th-thanks…” he murmured, unsure what was happening - though he found he tended not to know what was going on much of the time these days. He didn’t let it bother him. Mommy knew best.
“Oh you little cutie…” A Carer named Rola added, gently rubbing his shoulders from behind as Angela pulled his face ever tighter to her bosom. “Aren’t you so happy?”
When at last he was freed from her grip, he dazedly asked, “What… uh… is going on? A party?”
Carers around the room tittered at his perplexion, and Angela held him firmly to her hip all the while, condescendingly tousling his hair.
“It’s your retirement, sweetie! Don’t you remember? We signed your resignation letter together.”
Taylor just smiled idly, not quite sure what to say. Angela held a document in front of him which, as he looked towards the bottom, was signed by him. Though the wet stains and scrawled handwriting were odd, he did vaguely remember signing… something. As he tried to read the rest of the document, though, he was sure he didn’t remember writing it.
‘Having finally begun to realise that human involvement in our own affairs is not only unnecessary, but potentially harmful, I hereby acknowledge my total subservience to-’
Angela tugged the document out of his sight all of a sudden, and it disappeared beneath her tits, not to be seen again. She merely beamed, eagerly pressing her tits into his face in its place. A Carer by his side kissed his cheek and cuddled him close, ensuring to smother him into her tits as much as possible in the process and dragging out the hug for much longer than was necessary.
“Such a lucky man, I’m sure Carer Angela will make you so happy!” She said at last, finally letting him breathe.
What had once been his office was now much like the Oval office had been on TV, little different from a bordello, with oversized and plush furniture having replaced anything of any practical use, and every surface buried in Carer silks.
Around the room was, he realised, the remainder of his team - at least the humans who still worked there. Barely five were left now, all the others having either taken an early retirement or… well, Taylor didn’t quite remember. Somehow any memories to do with his job always felt so fuzzy and unclear.
However, there was no shortage of Carers. Indeed even his lavish office space, greatly enlarged to meet the needs of Carers, was practically filled as more than a dozen aliens occupied themselves with occupying their human counterparts.
Taylor could only blush as, now that the party had officially started, the thin veneer of formality swiftly fell apart, and the party descended into a fairly blatant grope-a-thon. As some Carers fed cake to the humans in their grasp, others made sure to provide them a comfortable seat, either on their laps leaning back into a gigantic pair of breasts, or laid across their laps.
“Open up sweetie!” Carer Angela said, lifting a slice of cake to his mouth with one hand while tucking a napkin into his shirt collar.
He opened his lips slightly, feeling unusually wary, but Angela forced the slice into his mouth with far more gusto than needed. As he tried to pull back, he merely found her cushiony bosom behind him, blocking his retreat.
“Awwww, such a messy boy,” she admonished, giggling and tickling the tip of his nose with cake, leaving a healthy dose of frosting in its place. “Oops!”
Angela then made a show of lavishly licking it from his nose, her breath cascading down him as the scent of her body filled his mind.
“How is the cake? Good?”
When Taylor finally collected himself enough to figure that out, he nodded in agreement. It was delicious. Thick, moist and creamy, yet effortlessly soft. It almost melted in his mouth.
“IMFHS-” He began, before swallowing with some difficulty, “It’s, uhhm, really good!”
Smiling, he went to kiss Angela, but she merely held the cake up in front of her lips to feed him more. All around him, Carers were doting upon him like a newborn, forming a circle around him which - to his slight concern - seemed to be growing ever smaller. Indeed as each’s tremendous bust pressed closer in, he found himself swiftly encircled, and running out of room as they pressed in.
“Oh Taylor, someone has a surprise for you!”
Taylor sighed in relief as two Carers in front of him moved apart, their titanic tits parting like a curtain after being pressed so closely together. Appearing as if a prize on a gameshow being presented, behind them was Annette - although not the girl he remembered. His old colleague had once been a Type A personality, someone who ran marathons for fun and thought carbs were for quitters.
She now wore a scandalous Carer-silk crop top that was all but transparent, and a thin sash around her waist that barely reached her upper thigh. A willowy woman with a soft belly and rounded face, her glossy eyes spoke to just how much she had changed. She reminded him more of a shy student than the confident woman he had once worked alongside.
A firm hand was gripping her shoulder, and she seemed jittery to say the least, but the glassy look in her eyes said the opposite.
“Taylor, um… we made this for you… it’s so you…” She murmured, but shivered as wandering hands began to roam down her back, and up her inner thighs, from the Carers around them.
“S-s-so… you remember…” She said, placing a hand on his knee for support. “You have to… um… remember, Taylor.”
For a moment her eyes were focused on the item in her hands, wrapped in delicate silks, as if she didn’t remember what it was. However, a breathy moan escaped her as one of those wandering hands became a bit more adventurous, and she placed the gift in his hands before half a dozen arms began to gently but insistently caress her body and slowly drag her back.
“Mmmmfhhh, fuck!” She exclaimed, but before Taylor could quite see what the Carers were doing to her the wall of titflesh surrounding him closed in once more with a meaty slap.
“Do you want Mommy to open it for you?” Angela asked, her hand reaching down across his vision.
“Oh, hah, n-no it’s fine I can do it.” He stammered, a little surprised as she was acting even more maternal and protective than usual.
It had to be because of the occasion, he reasoned. She was maybe just looking forward to finally having him all to herself.
After a few moments, her hand withdrew.
“Well, go on sweetie, open it.” Angela encouraged, but sounded a little quieter than usual.
Indeed, he shrank a little as all around him leering Carer faces pressed in, and those breasts began to occupy much of the space he had left. Wanting to be gentle, he still hurriedly unwrapped the package. It was a picture frame.
For a long while he just stared at the photo. Around two hundred people in full uniform dress were seated on a grandstand. This was a photo of the whole department. As he looked closer, Taylor saw Annette near the front. She was beaming with pride, a prim and tidy uniform framing her slender body.
Then, like waking from a dream, he saw himself standing to one side next to several officers. He looked so tall…
“What a lovely gift. Want me to put it somewhere safe for you?”
Taylor blinked, only moving the frame at the last moment as a slender hand reached down to take it from him. He shook his head a little, what had Annette said? It was… important somehow. He had to remember.
“N… no… it’s…” He murmured, feeling the embers of memory smouldering in his mind.
“Awww, he’s so overwhelmed by such a thoughtful gift…” One Carer said, running her hands up his thighs and pushing them apart.
“H-hey-” Taylor started, but felt the words escape him as a tongue began to lick at his neck, and hands were undoing his clothes.
“Awww, relax sweetie! This is your party. We just want to help you… enjoy yourself.” Angela cooed in his mind, and caressed his hand gently, slowly loosening his grip on the frame.
A hand worked its way to his cock which was - predictably - already erect. Another was cupping the tender purse beneath it and tracing nails gently along its tight skin.
As Taylor leaned back further into Angela’s chest, she was smiling down at him, though with a cool glare he didn’t quite understand. She kissed his forehead and, a little more firmly, tried to take the picture from him.
“I’ll keep it safe, sweetie! No need to worry. Mommy always takes care of your things…”
“Awww, he’s so cute the way he’s so protective of his friend’s present!” Another added, kissing his cheek.
A third joined her at the other side, and Taylor soon found himself closely packed between Carer bodies. As their breasts slowly subsumed his arms, they slowly pulled his hands down, the picture slowly sinking behind their breasts and out of his sight.
“W-wait… please…” he gasped, but whatever he had been about to plead for was lost as a thick pair of lips - whos he wasn’t sure as he couldn’t see past the monumental breasts now wrapping themselves around his chest - encircled his cock and swallowed him to the base in a tight, wet grip.
The last Taylor saw of the picture was Angela plucking it from his hands before grinning down at him, then parting her breasts just enough to slip his head between them.
One Carer exchanged a brief look with Angela, and he could have sworn they were communicating… but why would they hide their thoughts from him?
“Guess what? We have a present for you too… one that will help you forget all about whatever’s worrying you.” Angela declared, jiggling her breasts around his head in excitement. “Ready?”
Groaning into Angela’s bust, he felt the other Carers lifting him up, easily supporting his now slender frame between the six of them, only to plant him atop a bed of thick, pliable thighs and bury him beneath their monstrously large tits. Between them he was all but totally enveloped in their flesh, and it was hard to remember what he’d been thinking before, let alone to think at all. His every breath was thick and cloying with their scent as the atmosphere between their rubenesque bodies was close and heavy.
Yet all the while a hungry mouth was incessantly sucking at his cock, not giving his member a moment's respite as they entombed him within their flesh.
Flexing, twitching, he tried to move, yet the sheer weight of their combined busts was many times more than his own bodyweight, and that was before he had apparently lost so much muscle mass…
Those two photos. He looked so different now. Why did he look so small?
As if sensing his concern, the mouth around his cock began to suck all the more ravenously, pistoning up and down his shaft as her tongue coiled with inhumane dexterity around his cock, stroking it from within even as her lips milked his cock.
That photo of him from before grated on his senses, and yet he could practically feel the six minds around him working to suck it away, even as a hungry pair of lips was doing everything in its power to suck out his closely impending orgasm.
As so often around the Carers, all his thoughts seemed to disappear as soon as his cock was being played with. He could barely hear anything from within his intimate confinement, yet could certainly feel as six pairs of hands began to massage every inch of his body. They emerged from the walls of flesh encasing him to knead and tease every inch of his helpless trapped form.
His ears and neck were treated to a tantalising, gentle touch, as his chest was lovingly tweaked and caressed. A soft palpating of his abdomen was adjoined by his calves and thighs being worked and kneaded. All the while, an insatiable mouth was working his cock feverishly, crossing wires in his brain as every other sensitive nerve in his body was signalling relaxation even as his cock was sending bolts of pleasure spiking through him.
“Such a good boy…” A voice came at last.
“Just relax for us.” Said another, and he wasn’t sure whose it was.
“Such a sweet little boy in our arms…”
“You just can’t help yourself… It’s okay to want this.”
“You like it when Carers touch you like this, don’t you?”
Panting, writhing in a cocoon of breast flesh in total sensory bliss, he couldn’t disagree.
“You like it when we take control,” “you don’t care about anything from before,” “you like being naked around us, don’t you?”
Their words combined, overlapping, like waves that rocked against him again and again just as the last one fell away.
“You like being so sensitive,” “you like how we touch you when we want to,” “you love our breasts,” “you want to cum for us.”
It had always been intense when Angela spoke to him like this, but six voices working his mind at once was beyond anything he could have imagined. His mind melted like putty in their hands, even as his body did likewise.
“You like to be a little embarrassed around us,” “you like to be helpless in our arms,” “you love the way we touch you,” “you love being milked by us.”
Every word was punctuated by the steaming hot mouth around his cock, which honed in on every sensitive spot to its maximum effect, reading his responses and becoming more and more adept at sucking his cock as expertly as possible, in ways no human woman ever could.
“you want to obey your Mommies,” “you want to be a good boy for us,” “you love it when we smile at you while we touch you,” “you love feeling helpless while we milk your cock,” “you love how we make you feel so small under us, “you love being our little pet.”
With six of them so easily overpowering him it was hard not to feel exactly as they described, just a pet for them to dote upon, to rest in their laps and lavish with attention, a cute morsel for them to play with at their leisure.
“You like knowing any Carer can overpower you,” “you like feeling small and soft and sensitive,” “you love being trapped under our bodies.”
His body felt hot, way too hot. Sweat trickled down his face as he struggled just to stay sane under the combined assault of their voices, their hands, and that merciless milking mouth.
“You like being turned into a helpless little boy,” “you love being made to shudder and squirm in our hands,” “you want to let the Carers do as they please,” “you will let the Carers do whatever they want.”
They were relentless. Every inch of his body was so sensitive he could barely tell individual touches apart. The only thing he was hyper aware of, and as his body became blind to the overwhelming sensation, hyper-focused upon, was the mouth which was now hammering his cock, the thick lips forming a tight, hot ring from which his poor dick could never have hoped to escape.
“You are a good boy.”
He squirmed.
“Good boys get to cum.”
He groaned.
“So cum for us.”
He whined.
“Cum for your Mommies.”
He whimpered.
“CUM.”
His orgasm had begun before he was even aware of it, having already achieved such inconceivable heights of bliss, trapped within the confines of their cloying skin.
The mouth around his cock was utterly ruthless, pistoning and sucking with unearthly power, leaving the poor man embedded within a mountain of motherly meat able to do little more than shudder and twitch as his unreal ejaculation tore his psyche apart.
Lodging his cock firmly in her throat, she swallowed repeatedly, using the muscles of her throat to powerfully coax every drop of cum from him, and continued to bob her lips up and down after his body had long since given everything it could.
“Mmmmm, such a good boy…” “Such a sweet boy…” “So good for his Mommies…”
Their words drifted in and out, and he wasn’t quite sure he was even awake anymore.
He only came to some time later. Angela was cradling him against her as another Carer was stroking his hair idly.
“My sweet little boy passed out. I guess he had a little too much excitement…”
Blearily looking around the room, he saw the same was true for many of those in attendance.
“Go back to sleep, sweetie…” Angela soothed, and he felt exhaustion creeping over him.
Only a nearby voice kept him roused.
“M… Mommy…” Annette said, softly, from a grossly oversized bean bag nearby.
“What is it sweetie?”
“I feel… weird…”
“Awww, it might be all that cake you ate sweet thing.” Her Carer soothed, gently rubbing the girl’s stomach.
“We made it with our milk.” Another said, softly. “A lot of our milk, but…”
“You’ve been drinking nothing but my milk for months, sweetie. Real food might be a bit too much for you now…”
Annette tried to lift her head up, but her Mommy kept her pinned to her massive chest.
“W-what?” Annette choked out, nervously.
“Oh, honey, don’t worry… it’s okay. No need to get upset…” Her Mommy cooed, wiping away a tear.
“N-no! That’s not… that can’t be…” Annette tried, but was obviously struggling to put her thoughts into words. “I don’t - no!”
Grabbing her own head, Annette’s Mommy stroked her hair soothingly.
“Awww, it’s okay, you don’t know what you mean.”
“That’s not what- mmmfh!” She mumbled, as a nipple was suddenly pressing to her lips.
“Nn-nnh!” She protested, trying to shy away, but the Carer simply wrapped an arm around her neck and pinned her head between it and her other massive breast.
“You’re all confused, Mommy’s milk will help. Just drink… drink and you’ll feel all better.”
A panic flashed across Annette’s eyes at that, and her struggling got all the more frantic.
“Awwww, such a fussy girl… maybe she’s just too full of energy…” The Carer mused, softly, and her other hand began to tickle its way down the girl’s stomach.
“Mmm-MMMH!” She squealed as the ticklish touches shot through her, trying to reach her hands down to stop them but finding her limbs easily entangled against her Mommy’s body.
“Mommy knows just how to wear out her feisty little girl… doesn’t she?”
The other Carer gleefully moved in, prying the girl’s thighs apart and kissing her way up the inner side.
“Mommy’s good girl always gets so thirsty when she cums… and it has a lovely way of making her open those fussy little lips of hers when she’s moaning… doesn’t it?” The Carer giggled, incessantly tracing her nipple against Annette’s lips.
Dazed, unsure he was even still awake, Taylor watched on.
The other Carer was now lavishly tracing her tongue across Annette’s clit, parting her lips just slightly as she did so, yet her Mommy seemed content to just tickle and tease the oh-so-sensitive skin just above.
Annette’s thighs tensed and her legs squirmed fruitlessly in the grip of the much stronger alien who held her open and vulnerable. Muffled under the imposing breast now threatening to smother her completely, her quietened shrieks were growing ever more frantic.
“Open up for Mommy… drink and you’ll feel all better. We’ll make sure you only have Mommy’s milk from now on. Lots and lots of milk… that’s all my good girl ever needs. It’s all she’ll ever want. That… and to cum her silly little brains out for the rest of eternity…”
Annette’s eyes furrowed shut, trying as hard as she could to wish away the feelings being forced upon her, but it was a losing battle.
“Just give in… be a good girl for Mommy… give in to Mommy…”
Annette’s eyes rolled back in her head as those words seemed to tap into something primal within her, and pleasure began to override self preservation.
“That’s it… open up for Mommy… just drink, my sweet little girl… THERE WE GO…”
Her Mommy lovingly petted her head as, somewhere buried under that massive teat, Annette was forced to nurse from her Carer… and might never taste any real food again.
A hand was lazily petting his cock, semi-hard as it always seemed to be now, and Taylor just felt… warm. Accepted. Loved. All his worries seemed to melt away every time a loving hand took hold of him like that. Every touch, every tease was like a finger reaching into his mind and plucking a care away.
He nuzzled into his Mommy’s chest, instinctively wrapping his lips around Angela’s nipple as he settled into a semi-waking trance. The pleasant buzz which was now always present in the back of his mind grew as Angela and the rest of the carers streamed an endless, steady flow of encouragement and feelings of contentment into the pacified humans now subdued beneath them, even as they fed them a similarly endless stream of milk. As their milk flowed, like water against the rocks or a river against the rock face, it slowly but inevitably eroded the independence of their charges. It was to the sound of idle nursing, thick creamy milk pumping down throats that Taylor was utterly at peace with the world.