Chapter 9
“Where are we going?” Taylor asked, shielding his eyes from the sun outside the vehicle.
“Just a little trip. There’s something I wanted to show you.”
As they drove, Taylor looked outside, realising he hadn’t been out into the city around him in some time. Indeed, they hadn’t left their house in… well, he didn’t even remember when they last had.
Signs featuring smiling Carers, billboards, advertisements, framed every single wall. Cheery smiles and glowing eyes were, as always, accompanied by truly unfathomable busts. Most advertisements made sure to emphasize that by having the breasts spill out and be much larger than the advertisement itself, sometimes so much so it was difficult to tell what was even being advertised.
The most common advertisement, or the most prominent sentiment at least, was some variation of ‘A new and better life awaits you on the carer homeworld.’ They usually featured a smiling carer, a human held at her side looking off into the distance as a silver ship was being boarded by smaller figures.
For some reason the image filled him with anxiety, trepidation forming as quickly as it was brushed away by Angela’s gentle touch against his now over-sensitized skin.
The other advertisment that caught Taylor’s attention, giving him a fright, was a massive hologram projected onto the edifice of what was by now likely a mostly abandoned skyscraper. It was of a massive Carer, smiling down onto the city.
“Have you registered at your local Carer Office yet?” It asked in gentle, soothing tones. “Remember, it’s the law for all unpaired humans to be registered…”
The hologram focused in on her top, making her already skyscraper-sized breasts seem to grow large enough to swamp all rational thought. The now building scale busted hologrammatic Carer smiled a sad little smile, gently swaying her impossibly large breasts oh so invitingly.
“Your new Mommy is waiting to love you…” It announced as the breasts swayed back and forth, before finally it zoomed back out to view the Carer’s full body, and the recording began again, endlessly droning the words into the minds of every human in range which - given how far they were viewing it from - must have been dozens of kilometers.
Sometimes he could swear there was no advertisement at all. Perhaps it wasn't advertisement. Perhaps none of it was intended as such. Maybe instead it was a declaration: ‘We rule you now.’
He could hardly disagree.
Still, a Carer registry? Carer Office? Taylor was about to ask Angela what those were, when they had come into being, but the vehicle slowed to a stop.
“Here we are.” Angela said, sweetly.
Irritably, Taylor tried to lift himself from the seat, but despite seeming so simple he couldn’t work out the seatbelt mechanism.
“Awww, just a second honey, Mommy will help you.”
Given the size of Carer seats, special booster seats for humans were included, but of course there was no way for a human to operate the vehicle. Carers did that now, like everything else.
“Come on, it only opened today.”
He lifted his arms, letting her pick him up like an infant before she held him close to her.
“Uh… can’t you…” he started, but she merely tapped his nose sweetly.
“If I let you walk you’re going to get all tuckered out, sweetie. Then you won’t get to see what we’ve built…”
“Huh?” He asked, uncertainly.
“Aww, okay. I’ll let you walk for a little bit. As soon as you feel tired you let me know, okay?”
Nodding, she lowered him to the ground.
His head now only came up to her waist, and yet, some nights he was sure he used to be able to reach up to kiss her without needing her to lift him.
“Come on, honey.” She admonished, taking him by the hand and leading him across the parking lot.
He stumbled to keep up, but as they walked - or rather as she slowly walked and he jogged just to keep pace - he began to notice some things he recognised.
A lamp next to an old sign post looked so familiar - although the words had changed.
“The Carer-Human Museum of Cooperation.”
A museum? That didn’t sound right.
Around him he saw a dozen or so other Carers carrying humans, a few leading them by the hand like him, and one was even in a wheelchair… although it more resembled a baby’s stroller.
As they approached the building ahead, they gathered around the door. Looking around himself nervously, another Carer looked down at him and smiled reassuringly. Angela just petted his head, holding him to her thigh.
“Welcome everyone, we’re so happy you could join us for the opening day.”
A Carer in a scandalous blue blouse and little else stood atop a small podium - although to any human it would have been large enough for three - and directed everybody to the building behind her which sparkled and gleamed in the sun as if brand new.
It wasn’t new, though. Why was it so familiar to him?
As Taylor looked up at the Carer, he began to realise that it wasn’t just the building that was familiar, so was she…
“If you head inside, you can browse the museum. The ground floor is a showcase of Humanity’s past, and as you head to the top, you will see each stage of Carer integration until… Well, humanity’s destiny lies in the stars. For now though you lucky few will be the first to see our monument to Carer-Human society, how far we have come, and what a bright future awaits us!”
The Carers around clapped enthusiastically, as did some of the humans… although like Taylor, some clapped less so.
Then it hit him. He recognised that Carer. That was Carer Mataya. Was she in charge of a museum now?
“Oh Taylor! And Angela… it’s so lovely to see you both. I’m so glad you could make it!”
She grinned as Angela led him in front of her. Taylor had always felt small in her presence, but now she truly towered over him. He could only admire her new and far more ornate uniform. Though he couldn’t help but wonder, if Mataya was here, where was Lieutenant Avery?
His eyes scanned her lush body, and she looked even more voluptuous than she had before. Yet perched against one of her utterly massive breasts he could swear he saw a tiny bump in the fabric covering it.
Mataya led them both inside, and he was fitted with a small bracelet.
“This will allow Angela or us to track you if you get… lost.” Mataya offered with a knowing lick of her lips, and she locked it in place. “Some humans have a tendency to get… confused by the things they see inside. It’s a lot to take in for such cute little minds like yours, Taylor, but that’s why we’re here. To help you understand… to Care for you.”
Over the sound of the crowd around them, and Mataya’s velvet words in his mind, he swore he could hear something. A faint noise that somehow broke through everything going on. A tiny suckling noise seemed to emanate from within her clothing.
Absent-mindedly, Carer Mataya was stroking the front of her uniform, caressing her own body… and yet, Taylor could swear he saw another small bump there, squirming in pleasure under her touch.
In a mix of shock and disbelief, he could only stare in horror as the faintest imprint of a man seemed to press against the material wrapped around Carer Mataya’s goddess-like body for a moment. He saw the outline of a hand weakly stretching the material… as if trying to escape.
As Taylor was led further inside, he looked back to see Carer Mataya’s toothy grin following him.
***
The first exhibit was for ancient human culture.
“Here you can see the earliest examples of surviving human culture. These are hundreds of years old. Carvings, cave paintings, all depicted large women with full bodies. These early humans worshipped these figures, much like many humans do now!” The Carer leading the tour was dressed in a ludicrously skimpy knit-dress, which did little more than hang from her shoulders and barely had enough material to pin her nametag to. ‘Carer Lenara’.
Other Carers giggled at that, and by his side Taylor saw one Carer passionately kissing the man in her arms, the two giggling to each other at some joke only they knew. It didn’t sound right to him, though. Hundreds of years? Surely cave paintings, carvings, those were thousands of years ago… weren’t they?
He tugged on Angela’s robe, but she merely cupped his head in her hand and squeezed him to her side dismissively.
“Later on, even as humanity’s culture developed, their fascination with venus-shaped women continued. Here you can see oil paintings, frescos, even marble sculptures which depict the ideal female form. Such artists as Botticelli and Ruben were fascinated with the female form, its subtle curves, and the extremities it could possess.”
Angela lifted him under the shoulders to allow him to see the works which, unfittingly Taylor felt for a museum humans could visit, were all set at Carer height.
“Aren’t all those women so beautiful?” Angela asked, kissing his cheek. “Not as beautiful as me, though, hmmm?”
“At last, with the birth of the internet, humanity was able to communicate together for the first time, and it soon became apparent that this love of massive women was hardly unique.” Carer Lenara gestured broadly, as they entered a much larger gallery.
Taylor blushed deeply red as baroque art swiftly gave way to what could only be described as the worst excesses of internet depravity. A plethora of absurdly voluptuous women panelled every wall as the walls themselves were a tapestry of degeneracy.
“Oh my…” One Carer remarked, gently cradling the woman in her arms who may have been in her thirties but for all the world seemed little over twenty in her Carer’s arms.
The stairs, like the paintings, were sized for Carers, and Taylor had to clamber up each one to keep up with Angela.
“Let me know if you want me to carry you sweetie…” She offered, waiting at the top of the first set of steps.
Taylor defiantly shook his head. Nothing about this was right, yet he couldn’t make his mind frame the reasons why. The more he looked, though, the clearer things became, so he soldiered on.
“Now some of these images are quite shocking, so if you or your little one begin to feel distressed please feel free to make use of the nursing chairs in our privacy rooms.” She gestured to several doors in a corner which, from the view he saw of inside one, led to massive chairs in a cozy and dimly lit room. Inside, he could see several Carers crying, and one was hugging their charge to the centre of her chest as if he might fly away at any moment. Indeed, given the look on the guy’s face, he seemed to wish that was what he could do.
“Here we have a timeline of Carer integration into human society. From our first contact, to our first speech at the primitive Human Assembly, before it was fully absorbed into the Carer Earth Council.”
That wasn’t what it was called, Taylor’s mind reeled, yet couldn’t summon a correct name in its place. Indeed, the more he looked, the more he began to doubt his own memories.
It was a large collage, stretching across one wall of the room, displaying images which showed some of the worst moments of human history. Battlefields littered with corpses and nuclear bomb blasts were framed by famine, pollution, pestilence and hunger. Depravity reigned, until all of this disunity and horror led up to a singular event portrayed in the centre. There was a mural of the first carers arriving on Earth, wreathed in light and holding a glowing orb between their breasts as they descended from the heavens to bring salvation to the throngs of suffering, ignorant humanity below.
Opposite it was a new collage, images displaying many of the most beneficial moments since Carers had arrived. The repair of the ozone layer, end of fossil fuels, universal declaration of world peace, unification of humanity under one government and more. Terraforming the deserts into gardens, stabilizing the environment, and of course the plenty and bounty which accompanied all this. Taylor couldn't help but notice, however, that as the timeline went further along, fewer and fewer humans were present in the photos he saw. More often than not they were attached at the hip of a Carer or, in some cases, were seen peeking out from the cleavage of a powerful alien woman, wrapped in the silks of her robes.
The combined effect of the two murals was immediate. Some Carers without human companions wept at images of humans who had suffered and died. “What a waste,” one whispered, and could be heard by the minds of all nearby. Some humans there seemed confused, even frightened, burrowing themselves into the breasts of their Carers as if to hide from the images themselves. One was having a full panic attack and tried to run from the room, only for a Carer who worked for the museum to rush forward to comfort them – although they seemed eager to escape from that comfort.
It was shocking. Even Taylor was surprised to see just how bad the world had been before. A nagging part of him knew it wasn't right, and Taylor felt an eerie chill at what was so obviously a rewriting of history, or at the very least, an extremely non-generous view of it. Even so, Taylor was in two minds about it. It hadn't been all bad, had it? It was so hard to remember, though, and the only evidence left was that which the Carers now chose to let them see. What worried him more was that he wasn't sure quite when he had begun to forget how bad things had apparently been.
“Here we see the first Carer vessels arriving on Earth… and here, our first human emigrants to the Carer homeworld - so brave, going off with their Mommies to a better life. As you know, many, many more have left since. In fact, over seven hundred million humans have now been relocated to our homeworld!”
A hundred million? Taylor tried to put that number into reference… How many humans were there? He tried to remember. The maths alone was already making his head hurt though, and a slight pain he distantly remembered from some time in the past was rearing in the back of his mind.
“Are you okay, Taylor?” Angela bent down, and held his cheek. “I knew it, you need Mommy to carry you don’t you…”
“I don’t… it’s not…” He whined, looking back down the hallway.
None of it was right, he knew that, but why couldn’t he remember what WAS right?
“Awww, it’s okay honey, nothing to be embarrassed about! Up you come…”
As she settled him in against her chest, the gentle sway of her massive bust was rocking against him, making it if anything even harder to focus.
“Now we move on to the final exhibit. A monument to Carer-Human relations.”
Entering a room at the end of the hall, there was a statue of one Carer standing proudly beside another. However, carved against their bodies, beneath and between their breasts, were the forms of a man and woman, much smaller, and evidently trapped… though that was not how it was described.
“Here we have them, mankind, in the loving arms of their Carers.”
Taylor looked around the room, full of murals, paintings, all of which were classic pieces of human art… only modified to contain Carers. The Mona Lisa was a ten foot tall goddess, with a decidedly non-innocent smile. The Venus de Milo was depicted with arms, which were squeezing together a quite literally monumental bust. One by one, every human accomplishment, every cultural milestone, had been vandalised by the Carers, subsumed into their control…
In a way, it truly was a monument to their rule of the Earth.
However, Taylor eventually looked past the art to the shape of the room, the walls, the floor… and felt an all-too-recent memory coming forth.
He knew this room… in fact, he knew it well.
It was his old office. The building, the museum… this was where he used to work.
A military installation… and now it was merely a symbol of Carer control.
He spun on the spot, looking this way and that, until he ran face first into Angela’s thighs.
“Awww, it’s okay honey, it’s a little overwhelming isn’t it?”
“B-b-but… this isn’t a museum, it’s…”
“Don’t be silly honey, it’s a museum!”
“No, I mean, it wasn’t before, it was-”
Angela lifted him in front of her, rubbing her nose to his.
“Awww, you remember this place from before hmm? Such a clever boy… I was wondering if you would. Right over there is where your desk used to be!”
Taylor leaned into her thighs, her soothing caress calming him as he felt his mind running laps.
“Then you retired, remember? All the work translating was done, so we went to live our lives together. After that we Carers wanted to do something special with the place, so here we are.”
His breathing slowed the longer he breathed in her scent. As her hand caressed his neck, he crooned into her touch.
“Is that Taylor? Oh wow!” The Carer leading the tour announced, and bent over to flash an absurd depth of cleavage in front of his face. “I worked here at the same time as you! I was kept on as a tour guide once reconstruction was done. I was at your leaving party!”
For a moment a flash of heat swept his body as a memory of hot, sweaty flesh entombing him sent a shiver through him.
“O-oh… y-yeah…”
“I thought you would, you had a lot of fun at that party… and so did I. I’m Carer Lily.”
She licked her lips as she spoke, and Taylor’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe she had been the one who had…
“Well, I think that’s enough excitement for one day. I’m sure we’ll be back soon though.”
“Oh, please do come back, you two are welcome any time…” Carer Lily said softly inside his mind, reaching down to trace a finger down his chest. “Especially this little cutie right here.”
He blushed, gently touching at the spot where her finger had passed, feeling his skin reacting far more than he had expected to her touch.
“I’m still waiting to be assigned my own human,” she sighed longingly, as she gently fondled his much smaller body. “Angela if you ever need someone to babysit, or if you just ever wanted some help with this sweet little darling, don’t hesistate to ask. I’d love the chance to get some practice with such an adorable boy before I finally get one of my own.”
Angela smiled at that, but even so, pulled him to her a little tighter, perhaps a little protective at the thought of not having a human of her own.
“Well, this one is hardly any trouble anymore, but of course we would love to have you over… wouldn’t we Taylor?” She looked down at him with an almost competitive compassion.
Angela slowly reached down, turning Taylor’s face to stare directly into the glistening breasts of the Carer in front of him. “Would you like that, sweetie? A second Mommy to play with?”
Blushing hotly, Taylor turned his head back slightly in embarassment, yet the thought of that had made him once again stiff and needy. The thought of being locked in their apartment together with both of them was… almost too much to imagine.
“Awwww, he’s a little shy… but I can tell just how much he would love that.” Lily said, licking her lips as she openly stared at his erect cock.
“Mmmmm, yes I can feel what you mean…” Angela cooed, caressing his cock lovingly. “I’ll just have to set up a play date between us then!”
Taylor could only simmer in total embarassment, blushing furiously as he caught glimpses of the lurid plans passing between Lily and Angela’s minds.
Eventually they seemed to have agreed on what they wanted to do.
“None of this would be possible if not for you, Taylor. You helped us so much more than you’ll ever know…” Lily said, smiling to the works on the walls around her.
“Wait… how did… What do you mean? How did I… make this possible?”
“See for yourself.”
She gestured behind them, and there, in a glass case, was a copy of the Carer book which the first ambassador to Earth had been carrying.
‘To Care for Man’ was spelled out on the cover - in English.
“Fully translated, thanks to you.” The Carer rubbed his shoulder.
“And translations work both ways. You could read our language, and we could write in yours. It made it so much easier to integrate with your world.”
Taylor couldn’t help but beam with pride. He had forgotten entirely what he’d been working for, for so long. The sudden rush of fulfilment washed away any concerns he had. They had done it.
“Now we can do what we came here to do.” Angela said, softly, staring down at him with total adoration. “Care for you…”
That warm fuzzy feeling returned, warmer than ever. Now he looked back on the room through more rose-tinted eyes. He had helped bring about this new dawn for humanity. That was a good thing… wasn’t it?
As Angela kissed him, he felt he had his answer.
***
Taylor exited the shower in their home and breathed deeply, cool air filling his lungs. Angela loved very hot showers and he had gotten used to them… especially as she so often insisted that they shower together. Or bathe.
Sometimes she would just lather him in soap for no reason, of course, all the while insisting she just had to get him ‘clean’.
The absurdly soft towels they now had made drying off thoroughly enjoyable. So much so that he came to a stop in the hallway abruptly, having not seen Angela waiting for him. She had been out for something - usually she was the only one who ever left the house. He hadn’t been outside on his own since… actually, he couldn’t remember.
“Taylor…” She whispered in his mind, and slowly undid her silky robes.
He clutched the towel to his chest a little tighter than needed.
“Uh… hey, welcome back.”
She merely took a step towards him and, for some reason, he stepped back.
“I have good news.” She said, taking another step.
Taylor copied her again, but since his legs were much shorter she had already covered most of the distance between them.
“Oh…” he muttered, grinning nervously. “What uh…”
Another step, and Taylor found himself up against the wall, nervously reaching behind himself. Angela, however, placed her body inches from his… and dropped her robe entirely.
“We got approved.”
Taylor gawked openly at her stunning body, as he often found himself unable to avoid, but at length looked back up into her eyes - which were staring back down at him hungrily.
“Approved…” He murmured, “what…?”
“We’re to be bonded, Taylor.”
For a moment he tried to read her face for more clues, until the penny dropped. So too was his towel dropped as he realised what she meant.
“Wait, we are!?”
“Yes baby!”
Taylor jumped up, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she lifted him up to kiss him as she laughed inside his mind.
“I’m - so - happy!” He sputtered as her lips made it difficult to do anything but try to endure her saturated smooching.
She carried him rather unceremoniously to the bedroom and deposited him at the foot of it. Of course their bed was so tall he often had to ask her for help getting in and out of it, and his feet dangled a good two feet from the ground as he sat there.
“You have been such a good boy…” She said softly, trailing her fingers down his shoulder as she sidled her way onto the mattress. “Do you remember what happens to good boys?”
Nodding giddily, Taylor spun to face her, their huge bed leaving him plenty of room to sit back and admire the beautiful woman who had become his whole life… his entire world.
She leaned to one side and beckoned him towards her with a finger and a come-hither stare. Her colossal thighs parted as her tongue lazily circled her lips.
Taylor needed no further encouragement, crawling towards her on hands and knees as the siren song of her eyes drew him in. Yet as her legs parted to greet him, he felt a distant pain - long since forgotten - in the back of his mind.
As her tree-trunk thick thighs parted around him, connected nearer her mons by thick strands of her own arousal, he could not shake an eerie sense of impending danger.
Was he just nervous? He realised then this was really to be their first time having sex. They had enjoyed each others’ bodies thoroughly until then, but…
The scent of her body, which had so often filled his mind, now hit him like a thick atmosphere. He panted as the air felt almost too thick, and it took him a few moments to catch his breath. As Angela’s heady aroma invaded his senses he felt his body shudder under the sheer pheromonal assault as it directly implanted itself deep within his mind.
His limbs felt limp for a moment and he struggled to keep himself upright. Her heavenly scent had him shivering with need as every neuron in his mind was tailored to promoting his sex drive.
“Awwww… such a good boy… does he like Mommy’s pussy?”
Slowly, her fingers ran up and down the length of her honey-slickened thighs, before she began to gently palpate the lips of her sex, parting them with her fore and fourth finger to allow the third to steadily pump back and forth into her dripping, needy depths.
“Why don’t you have a little taste…” Her voice was practically dripping with delight at how she could control him by now with just her scent alone, yet that was nothing compared to the delicate trickle of almost gelatinous alien musk now oozing forth from her nethers.
His body moved of its own accord, on autopilot directly to the source of her arousal - and to an extent his own. As her finger continued its steady rhythm, stirring her arousal in anticipation and saturating her thighs with a deluge of her own intimacy, Taylor was utterly transfixed.
“That’s it… such a good boy… Mommy’s good boy…” She cooed, overjoyed to find that her body’s pheromones had rendered his already pliable mind all but defenceless. “Mommy’s good boy loves his Mommy’s pussy, doesn’t he…”
Nodding gently, barely aware of his own actions, Taylor’s entire world had become focused entirely on that finger of hers as it hypnotically plunged in and out of her thick, meaty labia.
“My good boy loves his Mommy’s milk… but if he’s a very good boy… he can have his Mommy’s pussy too.”
She parted her lips a little more, bringing him to the verge of collapsing, his wrists shaking with the effort to bring himself closer.
“Oh my good boy, you’re in love with Mommy’s pussy aren’t you…”
Through lidded, glazed eyes, she watched in bemusement as the slow stroking of her finger in and out of her dripping cleft was mirrored by the gentle sway of Taylor’s head, almost imperceptibly, back and forth.
“My good boy wants nothing more than to fuck his Mommy. There’s nothing he wants more in the entire world than to fuck her pussy until he passes out.”
As her finger sped up slightly, he rocked a little more on his already unsteady hands, until she was certain he was entirely under her spell
“But… my good boy needs to get Mommy ready… and he knows how to do that, doesn’t he?”
Nodding, a thin trail of drool dripping from his open lips, he shuddered as her other hand grasped his hair.
“That’s it, you’re such a good boy, such a sweet boy for your Mommy… now come make your Mommy happy.”
At her command, every fibre of his being urged him forwards. Bracing himself against her absurdly plump, shapely thighs, he brought his face within an inch of Angela’s drooling lips, and her grip on his head became a reassuring caress.
“That’s it, that’s it sweetie… you’re going to love this, I know you will… all good boys and girls do. You’ll be just as addicted to Mommy’s pussy as her milk. You’ll beg for it.”
A stupid grin crossed his face as her words drizzled across his mind like honey.
“So cute…” She whispered, cupping his chin in her thumb and forefinger. “I love you so much.”
“L-Luh…” He moaned, tongue lolling out, not quite managing to put the word together.
“That’s a good boy, get ready to use that tongue!”
At that, with very little ceremony, she pressed his face into her swollen folds.
Taylor was immediately sent from tipsy to drunk on her pheromones as his higher brain functions began to shut down one by one. As his tongue began to tentatively explore her depths, he was rewarded with a veritable deluge of her arousal which instantly coated his mouth and began to rewire his thoughts altogether.
Where her cream was thick, creamy, and almost sickeningly sweet, her nectar was a far bolder bouquet. Indeed as her lips parted around his face, granting him ever more access to the core of her arousal, he was utterly overwhelmed as her scent, her taste, her very essence seemed to force its way into his mind in every way it could. He was certain, grinning with a slackened jaw, that her aroma would permanently mark him as hers, and that he would never be rid of it - not that he would ever want to be.
“Ohhhh, yessss…” She groaned lavishly, her words directly tapping into his own sexual desires.
She rested her hand on the back of his head, gently guiding his efforts, though he needed absolutely no encouragement. Angela had been right, he was utterly addicted, he wanted more.
Angela giggled, glaring down between her monumental mammaries to delight in the pussy-juice coated visage of her boyfriend-come-slave framed between her thighs.
“Oh my, such an eager boy… I knew my good little boy would fall in love with Mommy’s pussy at first sight.”
She lifted her thighs, and ever so delicately encircled her colossal legs around his head. As her sex mawed open for him, he felt her thighs begin to press in around his head. The gentle but firm vice of flesh closed to affix him in place, as one foot came to rest atop his lower back, and the other behind his head.
“Such a good boy… that’s it… just lick. Lick Mommy’s pussy and forget everything else… let her pussy just wash away any other thoughts… anything that isn’t worshipping Mommy.”
Her calf tensed, pressing him firmly into her sex, planting his lips against hers as she began to gently grind her fleshy mons against her boy’s mouth. Limp within the embrace of her thighs, he could only more feverishly lick as she increasingly seemed determined to smother him with her pussy as she had so many times smothered him with her colossal bosom.
“Good boys love to obey their Mommies…” she intoned, an endless mantra feeding directly into his cunny-addled mind, every word being absorbed like a sponge, “good boys do as they’re told… and good boys love to serve their Mommies.”
Trailing her foot down his lower back, she began to delicately press down, gently at first but slowly building a rhythm. In so doing she was encouraging him to absent-mindedly hump his now turgid and weeping cock into the silky sheets, subconsciously associating his own pleasure with hers.
“That’s it… such a horny boy. Awwww, he’s being such a good boy, and of course, good boys must be rewarded…”
Tracing a toe along his stomach, she easily located his cock fruitlessly humping the air and torturing itself within the folds of their bedsheets.
“Ohhh… such a sensitive thing… here, let Mommy help…”
Gracefully, her foot came to rest beneath his cock, pressing it up into his abdomen and giving him a much firmer and more satisfying outlet for his mind-altering arousal.
“Awww, that’s it, show Mommy what you want to do to her pussy… go on…”
A guttural groan escaped him as he felt wanton abandon seize hold of his senses. He let go of her soft, milky thighs to brace his arched body against her calf, eagerly pressing his cock into the warm pocket her sole provided.
“Good boy… good boy!” She cooed, she herself now drunk on the power her body could exert over him.
Biting her lip, she tensed her thighs a little more, keeping his head still for her to now openly grind and thrust against - using his mouth as little more than a toy for her pleasure.
“That’s it… mmmm, such a good boy for Mommy… just lick, and suck, and obey…”
As she held his head firmly in place, she tilted his head back, splaying his tongue out flatly to allow her the most satisfying surface to abrade her sensitive sex upon.
“Ohhh, mmmmmh…” His mind, already straining under the hormonal assault of her sex, was now directly bombarded by the sheer sexual coupling of their minds as her arousal was directly transmitted to his thoughts. “Fuck, such a good boy… licking Mommy so well…”
Any thoughts of sex had fled his mind, drowned in a veritable tide of Mommy’s cum, drowned out by a psychic onslaught as her own arousal began to spill over into his mind. His body’s autoerotic rutting against her sole had become near frantic, as he felt his Mommy’s sexual pleasure vicariously as his own.
“Fuck! Yes! Unnnngh!” She growled, her humping of Taylor’s mouth now reaching a fever pitch, before he felt every muscle in her legs begin to tense at once.
“UUUUUUGH!”
The force of her orgasm, both physically and psychically, was enough to leave Taylor shuddering within the confines of her leggy prison. For a solid minute after, she rode out the quakes and aftershocks of her climax around his face, painting him with a deluge of alien girlcum in the process.
“Ohhhhh, fuck… my good boy…” She cooed, stroking his cock under her foot as he shivered with need. “Don’t worry, Mommy hasn’t forgotten her sweet little boy… Good boys do deserve to cum after all…”
Yet he whined pitifully as her foot withdrew from his cock, leaving him bucking his hips into the air in a futile attempt to find the delicious friction which was no longer there.
“You are mine now, Taylor…” she whispered, lifting his face to hers as she doubled over to kiss him, tasting herself upon him and relishing in the sheer control now afforded to her. “You’re mine. Forever.”
“I luh…” he mumbled around her tongue, his own now weary from the fleshy coupling it had been engaged with, “luhv yoo…”
“Awwww, my sweet boy! Mommy knows how good you feel… and she wants you to feel even better. I want to give you the pleasure only Mommy can provide…”
At last, she lowered him to his knees, and parted her thighs once more… but held his head between her hands. Grinning from ear to ear, she spoke a command directly to his soul.
“Mommy wants her good boy to fuck her until she’s drained him of every drop of cum.”
Resting back, she closed her calves behind his legs, and presented herself to him.
Panting, shivering, thoroughly at his wits end and desperate to cum… he shakily pressed his cock to her entrance. Slowly, gently, he rocked his hips, grinding his cock between her thick meaty lips which folded aside and around him, as if trying to devour his cock of their own volition.
“Awwww,” she cooed, “is my good little boy shy? You’re so close… so close to fucking
Mommy… isn’t this what you always wanted?”
Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to push just a little harder, to enter into her, to finally fuck the woman he had lusted after for so long. The woman who he belonged with. Belonged to. Who owned him.
“Don’t you want to fuck and fuck and thrust and force your cock deeeeeeply…” at that, she began to finger-fuck her own mouth casually in a hyper-erotic gesture, lavishly licking her fingers as she did so, “into Mommy?”
He felt his strength wane as the sheer arousal of watching her do so made him partly faint, and in doing so, his cock sank into her depths just enough to give him a taste of what was to come.
Instantly, his cock was basting in sweltering heat, as her walls ground and massaged against every ounce of his length it could reach. Flesh gripped, kneaded and clung to him, and as he pulled back it felt as if her pussy were all at once trying to devour his cock whilst simultaneously holding on as best it could to prevent the escape of a tasty morsel within its clutches.
“Ohhhh, my good boy can feel just how goooooood Mommy’s pussy feels, can’t he?”
Gasping at the indescribable pleasure of it, he felt his body reacting on its own, pushing in just a little deeper and exposing more of himself to the infernal manipulations of her sex. So perfectly tight, yet slick, moist and hot, it felt like a thousand tongues vying for the attention of his member all at once.
Taylor croaked and collapsed against Angela’s stomach, as even the slight penetration thus far had almost overwhelmed his senses.
“Awwww, my sweet boy, are you ready to fuck Mommy?”
He quivered a little in fear as he looked up to see the merciless desire burning in her eyes, and soon felt an even more primal hunger as her walls felt almost as if they were trying to pull him in deeper.
A foot on his back began to press lightly, and he felt his cock sinking slowly, incrementally, being devoured a tiny bit at a time. More and more of his outrageously sensitive cock was sunken into the milking pit of flesh that now sealed his fate.
With one last, wet slap, she forced his cock inside her the final inch until he was fully rooted into her depths. He breathlessly, silently groaned as a sensation beyond anything his mind was ever designed to experience was forced upon him.
Instinct took over and what had been left of Taylor simply ceased to be. In his place was a being of pure animalistic intent, rutting, thrusting, desiring nothing more than to buck his hips and bury his cock as deeply and powerfully into that fleshy tunnel as was humanly possible - though this mind-melting sex was well beyond any human reckoning.
“Good boy, fuck Mommy… mmmm, fuck!” Angela gripped the pillows behind her, pressing herself against Taylor as she lifted from the bed.
Taylor’s nerves fired and sent him into shivers and twitches, even as his hips were a frantic blur; his already hyper-sensitive body was being subjected to the most intense sensation of his life, and the one thought remaining to him was that after this he could never go back. He wanted this sensation to last the rest of his life.
“Ohhhh, such a good boy… but I think I know what would make Mommy's good boy even happier.”
Angela was rolling her fat, turgid nipples between her fingers. Even in the throes of almost indescribable pleasure, when Taylor saw her milk begin to flow, it tapped into perhaps the sole remaining urge within his heavily corrupted psyche which was more powerful than his desire to fuck Mommy.
“You want to suck.”
He wanted to suckle.
“You want to be a good boy.”
More than anything.
“Good boys suckle from their Mommies.”
As she wrapped her arms around his waist, pinning him to her stomach as she fed him her breast, her thighs closed in around his legs to give him some support.
Like a man possessed he suckled from her, sobbing gently into her hand as she caressed his cheek.
“Awwww, is it all too much for you, sweetie? It’s okay. Mommy knows it's very intense… but you will get used to it. Or at least, your mind will slowly grow to accept it. Slowly, that sweet little mind of yours will erode away, and I’ll fill your head with love for me instead.”
Barely comprehending her words, his cock was doing his thinking for him now. Ploughing the depths of her manifold alien snatch was proving far beyond what his feeble mind could have prepared him for. It was simply an overdose of the most indescribable pleasure he could imagine, and she was searing a permanent memory of this sensation deep within his very being.
From now on he would only ever be able to compare pleasure to this moment. This feeling.
Gulping mouthfuls of her milk, Angela lavished him with attention. Kisses, caresses, squeezes and the endless encouragement of her mind.
“Such a good boy,” “fucking Mommy so well,” “such a good boy for Mommy.”
As his pleasure built, and built, it felt almost as if it simply had no limit. He worried that it would simply never end. Then as a wave of pleasure shook his body, followed by another, rising from his extremities and ending in his cock, he began to truly panic out of sheer self intuition.
The orgasm he felt building was leaving his body shuddering with tension. It would no doubt be the most powerful sexual experience of his life… and it terrified him.
“Sweet boy, don’t worry. Mommy’s here. You’re going to cum, good boys cum for their Mommies. Don’t fight it. Don’t try to resist. There’s no point in struggling. Your cock can’t get away… Mommy’s going to make you cum.”
Her legs locked around his hips, allowing him no possibility of escape, not that he ever had any to begin with.
“Fuck Mommy. Cum. CUM FOR MOMMY.”
Tiny panicked mewls escaped his lips as his vision blurred, dimmed, then went simply white. At first he simply couldn’t process the sensation. Only as he felt dull sensations returning did the sheer orgasmic plateau he had achieved become apparent.
All the while, Angela merely held him, coaxing his cock slowly into her gripping pussy and thoroughly milking him for every ounce of pleasure, and every drop of cum.
“Such a good boy…” Her voice appeared in his mind, as he felt her arms and legs around him. “You did so well. You’re mine. We’re bonded, forever.”
It was quite some time before he was able to move on his own. Throughout the ordeal, though, Angela had ensured to pump an endless stream of her milk down his throat.
As he finally descended from the heavenly afterglow, closely embraced in the arms of his Mommy, the world only extended as far as her body - a cocoon of warmth in which he could happily lay forever.
***
A gentle tone rang through their apartment as, wincing at the light, Taylor rose from the mass of silky sheets.
He wasn’t sure he’d heard anything at first, until the tone rang again. The doorbell. He hadn’t heard it in so long since… well, he assumed Carers communicated with each other telepathically. When someone came to the door Angela was probably hearing her voice already.
Maybe it was a human? Even so, the doorbell was eight feet from the ground. They wouldn’t have been able to reach it. Why would a human be at the door, anyway, he wondered. Dimly he thought he remembered humans used to travel to each other’s homes, but even if that had been the case before there was hardly a need for it now.
Taylor struggled to find anything to wear. All of his old clothes were gone, replaced with those Angela had bought for him. Lacy, silky, loose fitting outfits were all she let him wear now - stuff that made other Carers wink and blow kisses at him when they passed, and which Angela insisted on.
After all, she would always say, crushing any hopes he had of wearing something less revealing, it made it so much easier for her to access his body - which would be precisely what she’d do every time he brought it up. That was usually the end of the matter, and a lot of his other thoughts too for a while after.
By bunching a few thin, sheer garments around his waist he managed at least a modicum of dignity, however pitiful given the lacy silks he was wearing, and lowered himself down to the bedroom floor. He was sure, somehow, their bed was getting bigger, even if that made no sense. Eventually however he reached the floor, his head barely above the mattress once he was standing next to it.
“Uh… I’m coming…” He said, loudly, and then flinched at the sound of his own voice.
Slowly, carefully, he made his way down the hallway which now felt absolutely gargantuan around him. Everything was scaled for Angela’s benefit, and since she did everything for him now… it only made sense.
The doorbell rang again, and again. Whoever it was, they were either in a hurry, or at least very eager for some reason or another.
A shadow was casting an outline across the door, yet the opaque glass didn’t let him see who was outside. Again, he reminded himself, Carers likely knew who it was without having to look.
However, he was now faced with a dilemma. The door handle was just out of reach. He dimly remembered asking Angela about it before, but she had just brushed him off. Why would he ever need to open it, after all?
Irritably he grit his teeth as, evidently, he was now experiencing such a reason.
“One second, uh… I can’t…” He mumbled, trying to reach up to it on his tiptoes, but even as his fingertips fruitlessly slid over the slick metal, he simply couldn’t grip it.
A hand pressed to the glass with a slight thud, and he fell, landing on his back in shock.
“Taylor…” Came a velvety voice, drifting through the door without effort directly into his mind.
Panicking, he tried to get up, but he had winded himself with the fall. A slight mechanical touch told him that the door was unlocking, and he scrabbled back away from the door.
It swung open, soundlessly, and a figure stood in the door, her shadow enveloping him on the floor.
Carer Lily, from the museum, was basking in the light outlining her from outside. She seemed a little out of breath, her hands clutched against the front of her thighs as a slight bead of sweat worked its way down her cheek.
“H-hi…” He whispered, not sure what else to say.
“Angela gave me the keys!” She grinned, her chest rising and falling slightly with each breath, before looking down at him. “Oh, you poor thing, did you fall?”
She leaned down, covering the distance between them in moments, and brought her face a little too close to his.
“Did I… frighten you… Taylor?”
His heart froze as those depthless eyes bored into his, and he could feel a cool chill creeping across him.
“N-n-nuh… uh… j-just, t-took me by surprise.”
Stammering, he tried to bring himself upright, but she was on him before he could stop her.
He yelped in shock, yet her hands were merely cupped beneath his arms, lifting him aloft but keeping her face close to his the entire time, as if afraid to lose sight of him for a moment.
“You’re so adorable…” She spoke to his mind, as she panted gently, her breath crossing his lips.
“D-did Angela say when she’d be home?” Taylor murmured, suddenly very aware of the fact he was alone in a house with someone he wasn’t sure he knew as well as he had thought.
“Oh, I’m sure she did.” Lily smiled, and gently pressed him to her chest. “She’ll be back soon, I’m sure…”
Then, as if solely through the force of gravity, she gently pressed his face into her chest.
“O-O-Oh…” She mumbled in his mind. “Oh my…”
Her breathing quickened as he blushed furiously, pressing him a little firmer to her bosom.
“Sorry, I just… Taylor you don’t know what it’s like. I’ve waited so long to feel… this.”
Lily rocked him in her arms a little, holding him tightly to her and supporting his weight easily.
“I’d give anything to have an adorable little guy like you all to myself…” She cooed, stroking his hair. “Oh, Taylor you have no idea… the things I’d do to a guy like you…”
Images flashed through his mind in rapid succession, endless silks and overwhelming love, and hot, sweaty, mindless sex, all set to the background of her ragged, passionate breathing in his ear.
“Mmmmm… I wonder if Angela wouldn’t mind if I took you back to my place for a while.” She giggled, and hugged him tighter, fully smothering his face into her chest.
Worried, he tried to push against her, his concern overriding his shock at her overfamiliarity.
“Awww, I’m only joking, Taylor…” She soothed, tickling the tip of his nose with a fingertip. “Although just because we’re waiting until Angela gets back, that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun right?”
He gulped audibly as she smiled broadly, eyes alight with ideas.
Seeming to have settled on one, however, she carried him through to the living room where she deposited him onto a gargantuan French pouffe and settled onto her knees directly in front of him.
Clutching at himself, he suddenly felt quite naked and exposed.
“Awww, are you cold?” She asked, pouting her lips. “Would you like me to help you… warm up?”
At that, she gently kissed his hand, pressing it to her own cheek which was quite flushed and hot.
“Mmmm, you do feel a little cold… I better keep you warm until Angela gets back.” She gleefully nodded, seeming to have decided that for herself.
Unsure what to say, Taylor could only hug his legs to himself. This massive woman had let herself into his home, Angela having apparently given her access, and she was taking generous liberties with him. He wasn’t sure how he felt.
Mostly, that is, because hidden behind his legs he was now - as always around Carers - sporting a truly heroic erection.
“Awwww, see? I knew it. You must be cold… you’re practically… shivering.”
She blew cool air over his body as her fingertips traced his sides, sending him into manufactured shudders which fit perfectly with her narrative.
“Here, let Mommy warm you up…”
She began to gently rub her hands over his thighs, softly but insistently prying them away from his body and opening him up to her. What little dignity he had left she seemed determined to strip away, and soon he was hiding his face to one side and in his hands as she soothingly stroked his legs. He was spread open for her, nice and vulnerable.
Lily licked her lips.
“Such a cutie.” She said, and dropped her lips to within an inch of his cock, which was tenting out the thin silks which were all he was allowed to wear. “Mmmmm…”
Hot breath poured down from her mouth across him, making him shudder in altogether new arousal.
“Now… what was it at the museum that had you all… excited?”
She gently kissed his inner thigh, soft wet lips impacting his sensitive skin.
“Was it seeing all the beautiful Carers? Hmmmm? Did you like seeing how Carers have… taken over? How we control you now? Control everything? Does that make you feel safe… feel loved?”
Now she worked her way to his waistline, and her fingers curled menacingly around the loose silks which barely contained his aching cock.
“Or maybe… this good little boy was looking at something else. Something else he likes to look at… something that also makes him feel controlled… and safe… and loved.”
Slowly she tickled her fingertips along the hem of his clothing, just above his cock, and with her other hand began to tug at her own sheer silks and exposing her colossal breasts directly in front of him.
“Mmmmm… I think Taylor saw something he liked… and now he’s seeing it again…”
Her lips hung open as she spoke, tongue drooping out as she presented her mouth in a way that was utterly depraved, mimicking with a forefinger and thumb the act of sucking.
Despite himself, his willpower was greatly lessened after spending so many months in such close proximity to Carers like Angela. At first he peeked through his fingers, then let his hands drop away, as her lewd display attracted his attention first to her mouth… and then her utterly gargantuan tits swaying and jiggling with every motion her fingers made.
“Oh yes, I think Taylor likes what he sees…” She moaned.
Little by little she tugged his silken clothes across his cock tantalisingly, as his cock bent further down until - at last - it popped free, slapping back up against his stomach wetly as precum had already begun to ooze from his tip in anticipation.
“What a needy thing you are, Taylor… oh, but Angela won’t be back for a while.” She slowly ran a single fingertip up and down the underside of his throbbing member, which oozed a little more each time she reached the tip. “Whatever will we do…”
She lifted her finger to her lips, pretending to be lost in thought. Moments later, she began to lick her finger, then sucked on the tip, before she was wholesale plunging her lips up and down around the digit and licking, sucking, and moaning for his view.
Taylor’s breaths came short and shallow, as with one finger she slowly stroked his cock, while her other finger plunged into her pillowy lips, stoking his burning arousal.
“Mmmmm, I think I have a good idea…” Hot, wet breath coated his cock for a moment as she spoke. “And I think you do, too.”
With that, she devoured his cock, noisily slurping and sucking before bringing her tongue up to run laps around the underside of his shaft.
Taylor rested his hands on her shoulders, for a moment thinking to push her away, but soon melted under the sheer intensity of her fellatio. She was utterly ruthless, singularly driven to pleasure his cock with her mouth. The single minded devotion she demonstrated was truly frightening.
Aside from Mataya or a few others, Taylor had rarely seen them being intimate with others. He had no idea Carers aside from Angela might be so… forceful.
Squirming under her oral assault, he felt her hands move up to his sides, holding him still.
“Awww, trying to get away? You can’t get away from me, cutie. Mommy has you now… and I’m never letting you go.” Her eyes brightened as if smiling, but the effect was simply to make him even more nervous.
A distant sound barely registered with Taylor, luxuriating in the luscious melting heat of her lips. His hands gripped at the fabric beneath him as waves of eroticism washed over him, an unmitigated deluge of love spilling forth from her mind to his.
“Lily, didn’t I ask you to wait for me to get home? You we’re just supposed to be keeping an eye on him…”
Lily giggled, and after ducking her head down to devour his cock deeply into her throat, sucked tightly and pulled herself free of his cock, now pulsing in need, with a wet pop. However, she simply continued to lick the head like a tasty treat as she spoke telepathically.
“Sorry, Angela, but I just couldn’t help myself. He’s just too adorable.”
Angela sat by his side, swinging a leg behind him to support his back while caressing his head.
“Well, you’re certainly right about that. He really is irresistible…”
At that, she plunged her own hot mouth to his, pulling him into a passionate kiss that left him seeing stars when Lily began to violently plunge her lips up and down his length, her tongue tormenting his tip as she did so.
Angela tugged her own robes free, as Lily threw hers to the ground behind her.
“Such a needy boy… however do you keep such a sensitive cock satisfied, Angela?”
“Oh, I have my ways, don’t I sweetie?” She gently caressed his head as she kissed him, and yet he could swear he felt her hand reaching in to caress his mind itself.
“I’m sure you do. You’re such a perfect match for him… I’m so grateful you’re letting me see what it’s like to have a little one of my own.” Lily plunged her lips to the base, licking at his sensitive balls as her throat constricted around him. “I can see why you were so protective of him now. I would be too. I’d never let a good little boy like this out of my sight… or my clothes.”
She giggled at that and Angela admonished her.
“Now, now, you’ll scare my sweet little Taylor. Awww, I don’t think he would mind being wrapped up against Auntie Lily’s body, though, would he?”
Taylor’s hips bucked up into Lily’s lips at that thought, and the two giggled gleefully.
“That’s it, such a good boy, just fuck Auntie Lily’s mouth. She’s going to have a partner too. Soemone to dote on, to feed, to love, to cuddle, to fuck, to suck… to hold tight and protect from the universe, and never ever let go.”
With every word, Lily seemed to grow more and more erratic, almost frantic in her sucking as Angela listed all the wonderful things she and her future captive would do together.
“That’s it, such a good boy, being so brave when I know my good boy can be awfully shy…”
Whatever misgivings Taylor felt before had long since been sucked from him, either by Angela’s touch or quite literally by Lily.
“Awww, I think he’s getting close. I think he wants to cum. Do you want to cum for Mommy and Auntie? Are you going to cum and make us both so, so happy?”
Whimpering into Angela’s kiss which never seemed to stop, he felt his hips twitching and bucking, moving on their own, helpless to resist his own instinctual responses.
“That’s it…” Lily soothed, running her hands down his stomach reassuringly. “Just fuck my mouth. Any time you like, I’ll come back and you can do this again. Maybe Angela will hold you still for me and let me suck you all day. I’ll never, ever stop… just keep sucking and sucking until your little mind breaks from the pleasure.”
She grinned around his cock before resuming her vigorous fellatio.
“Awwww, it’s okay, I’m just teasing you… unless you want me to do that. If you ever want Auntie Lily to come back, you just tell Mommy Angela and I’d be more than happy to come and suck your cute cock. Anything for such a sweet little guy like you…”
Whimpering under the combined oral and verbal assault, he shook his hips with gusto, plunging himself into the seemingly endless hot pleasure her mouth provided.
“Good boy, cum for us…” Angela cooed, stroking his chest.
“Cum for your Mommy… and for me.”
Rutting himself to exhaustion, Taylor thrashed in his Mommy’s arms as Lily wrapped her arms beneath him, pulling him forcefully into her mouth over and over, lifting him off the furniture in her hunger.
His orgasm broke him in body and spirit, and he jetted rope after rope of cum down her milking throat. As was always the case now, his orgasms seeemed to stretch on forever, and his output had skyrocketed, flooding her throat with his milk.
“Such a good boy…” One soothed, but in his euphoria he simply had no idea who it could have been.
The pair whispered sweet nothings into his vulnerable post-orgasmic mind for a some time after, with Angela kissing him gently, and Lily holding his cock in her mouth while milking every drop from him as they did so.
“Such a good boy for us,” “giving in so easily,” “so sweet and vulnerable,” “so open and ready to be played with,” “just a toy for his Mommies,” “so eager to please,” “such a little slut for us.”
He felt Angela holding him close to her as they moved to the bedroom. She fully removed her robes as, behind him, Lily pressed in from the other side, and the two lay down with himself trapped between them.
The two licked his ears, kissed his neck, held him between their bodies as they pressed together.
“Such a sweet boy… just relax for us…”
“Don’t think about anything but how wonderful you make us feel… how happy you make us, and how happy you are.”
The two began to press closer together, smothering him between their bodies, and he could barely move. Soft flesh pressed in around him, every inch of his body being embedded between theirs like a mould.
The two moaned, softly, as he felt hands moving past his trapped body between the thighs of the other. Moisture pooled against his waist as the wet, fleshy sounds of their frantic masturbation grew from casual touches to a fiery intensity.
His cock throbbed back to life despite the mind-bending blowjob he had so recently received, his body recovering from yet another life-changing orgasm with frightening rapidity. A slick hand found his cock, the wetness of her sex clinging to her digits, as two equally lubricated fingers found their way behind him and circled his sensitive bud.
“Just relax… and let us make you feel good.”
The pair’s mutual masturbation reached a fever pitch as Taylor was rocked between them, the close atmosphere between their hot, sweating bodies soon thick and cloying with the scent of their combined sexes.
Taylor, however, had a little room between them to maneuvre, and soon found himself eagerly humping into the hand that was so happy to accommodate his cock, yet each time he pulled back those mischievous fingers pressed in a little further, tickling at his privacy and making the poor, helpless boy groan and blush.
“It’s okay, just enjoy it. You don’t have to feel embarrassed in front of your Mommies.”
“Auntie Lily loves seeing her little boy get all worked up and excited…”
“And Mommy loves feeling her good boy fucking away. It’s okay to enjoy yourself, sweetie.”
He reveled in the emotions, he loved being just a little toy in their hands, a beloved pet. It felt so liberating to be free of all of his worries and doubts, to just be a vessel for the pleasure they were so eager to bestow upon him.
Being the centre of so much attention he felt so naked and exposed, almost objectified. Yet even as these massive alien women took such liberties with his body, he could only feel his heart soaring. He was entirely at their mercy, and ready to be whatever they wanted of him.
They seemed to sense the change in him, and wanted to seal those thoughts of wantonness in his mind. One pressed in behind him closely, forcing her fingers into him to find his prostate and pressing down on it without mercy. The other gripped his fingers in a vice, ensuring she provided the tightest and slickest possible tunnel for his cock.
Only then did they begin to undulate against one another, Lily and Angela both riding each others fingers as their groans of ecstasy grew in intensity. Their combined orgasm would trigger his, no doubt, the psychic backlash overwhelming his poor little mind.
That was okay though. Little ones existed to feel pleasure, and the more they could give them, the better.
Mommy always knew best.
Fucking each other with wild abandon, Taylor was forced into the hands of his captor, as the other ruthlessly milked his rear. When their titanic orgasms finally began to approach, Taylor could practically feel a psychic pressure around him… though it may have just been their massive, thick bodies pressing him into each other through the intensity of their impending climaxes.
Shrieking into each others’ minds, the two clasped their bodies together, seating Taylor deeply into the fist milking his cock as the other began to savagely milk his prostate, overloading his mind even as their combined orgasmic pinnacles tore through his vulnerable consciousness.
Taylor felt what was left of his sanity leaking out of his cock, leaving behind nothing but a twitching, drooling mess, nestled happily into the flesh of the two maternal mistresses smothering him between them.
For a while they just lay there, as the sun set, and just enjoyed each other’s closeness. Some time after that, it was time for Lily to go. Angela and Lily kissed each other goodye. Lily bent down to give him a kiss and, after a long while, reluctantly broke it off. She clutched his hand and whispered sweet promises into his mind, which made his ears burn with the sheer erotic potential she guaranteed.
“I’ll see you guys soon,” Lily said, sweetly, and blew Taylor a kiss as she closed the door behind her.
“When… uh… when do you think we’ll see her again?” Taylor asked, unable to hide a smile as Angela pinched his butt in response.
“Oh, why Taylor, I invited her back in three days… or would you rather see her sooner?”
He hid his face in Angela’s thighs, embarrassed, but grinned.