Chapter 10
“Taylor, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Angela held him close, breathing from her nose into his hair and allowing her breath to cascade down his back, tickling the fine hairs there in a way that was just so soothing.
“Mmmm?” Was all he could manage. Exhaustion did not begin to cover it.
“I’ve always wanted someone to call my own. You’re everything I could have wanted, and more.”
He pressed his head into her chest a little closer, as it was the only sign of life his tired body could perform anymore. Angela smiled down at him, a hint of sadness in her voice.
“You don’t know, Taylor. It was so lonely. Years and years of travel through the stars, going out and colonising worlds, building our society… but even with the galaxy at our feet, we longed for something we had forgotten.”
He nodded, slowly, listening pretty intently. Angela had never spoken about the past. Not in any great detail that he could recall, at least.
“We were worried. We feared our love would never truly be satisfied. Then it happened - we received the first radio signals from your world. The more we listened to your broadcasts, the more we watched, the more excited we got. Taylor… we couldn’t believe our luck. An entire world full of little ones… in desperate need of Mommies.”
She sighed contentedly, squeezing him to her chest.
“We were destined for each other. Not just you and me… but all of us. You just need help to… accept that.”
He tried to mumble a response, but she seemed happy to bury his words in her bosom, and for a while they just lay there locked in her embrace.
“Taylor… There’s something I want us to watch together.” She said, letting him go at last, but pulling him tightly to her side.
It was so calming just being in her presence. Breathing her in. Exciting, at the same time. Even after as long as they had known each other, all they had done together, the giddy high of a new romance just… never seemed to fade. Every day felt as bright and new as the last. Sometimes it was hard to remember everything. Angela would mention something and he would struggle to recall it, only for the memory to suddenly become clear… although it never quite felt like it was his own memory. Rather it was like someone had filmed it for him - just close enough to feel right, and yet little things seemed… off.
Still, that was hardly a complaint. Loving someone so much you lose track of things was probably one of the best problems to have.
A white light began to shine from the Carer TV in their bedroom, and he looked on idly, until… he felt his chest lighten. He realised he had taken a deep breath without noticing.
“Breathe deeply…” A voice from the TV spoke directly into his mind.
Had the voice come before or after his breath? Suddenly it was difficult to tell. After a few moments he exhaled.
“Imagine that same weightless feeling every day. The air on our homeworld is so fresh, so pure, that every moment feels that way.”
Suddenly, a familiar face appeared on screen.
“I’m Lucy Caberet.” The actress smiled, slackly, head resting a little on her own shoulder. “I chose to move to the Carer Homeworld because I fell in love with someone I couldn’t live without.”
A figure appeared behind her, and the famous Carer Rosa was passionately kissing her from behind as the girl squealed and giggled in her chair.
“We live here, together, in a life of total bliss. Everything they promised us and more can be found here. We owe the Carers such a debt. They left this paradise to help us, to try to make our world as wonderful as theirs…”
The two kissed again, and Carer Rosa took over.
“However, it will be some time before Earth can become near to its full potential. That is why so many humans have chosen to move to the homeworld with their Carers. To live here… forever.”
As the video played, gentle music permeated Taylor’s mind. Like the trickling of water, and a dozen other forms of white noise, it seemed to smooth out his thoughts, making it so much easier to listen.
He almost thought he could hear a voice in the background, whispering softly, but the harder he tried to focus on it the less focused his own thoughts became.
“Just relax… and allow us to show you the life that awaits you here.”
More bright, white light enveloped Taylor as he felt a blissful feeling take over his mind. It was a few moments before he realised that Angela was gently petting his cock, even as she held him firmly to her side.
“By now, if you’re watching this video, you will have already seen just how much your life has improved by having a Carer to love you and take care of you.”
Angela kissed his ear, and whispered.
“I think my good little boy is more than aware of that, isn’t he.”
He grinned, the love he felt for Angela was now almost… frightening. He couldn’t imagine a life without her. His life before… Well, he could barely remember it. That showed how much better life was now, though, right?
A kindly looking Carer addressed the viewers. After a few moments, Taylor recognised her. It was the leader of the Carers. The Matriarch. She was the one who had spoken on TV back in… Taylor struggled to remember its name. A long time ago, anyway. She was simply massive. A head taller than even the other Carers. He may not have remembered where he first saw her, but he certainly remembered the impact it had. His first view of the Carers had been her massive, voluptuous body.
“Any humans who do not yet have a Carer assigned to them, don't worry, the Carers are working day and night to hunt down every single person on Earth who has not yet been paired with one. We know these people are struggling, hungry, scared, and confused. We only want to help them.”
An image appeared of a group of Carers in skintight bodysuits sweeping through what he distantly recognised as an abandoned church from what seemed like an eternity ago now. As they moved, holding odd devices in front of them, they came upon the altar in the centre of the stage. They tossed it aside with seeming ease despite its weight, pointing at a hidden door beneath.
While the footage was silent, the panicked looks on the faces of the humans being pulled out was palpable. One by one, the Carers removed them from their hiding spot, each grinning triumphantly. Some cried, while some thrashed futilely in their much stronger arms, yet one by one each was stripped and wrapped in Carer silks in a practiced manner by the aliens who had discovered them. One young woman made a break for the entrance, only to be scooped up by a laughing Carer as she silently communicated with her compatriots.
Unzipping her jumpsuit, she slowly and almost cruelly slid the crying girl feet first down into her bountiful cleavage, entombing the girl against her hot, voluptuous body. At first the girl’s limbs could be seen to be pushing and thrashing beneath the skintight material, but as her captor ran a soothing hand across her body through the slick jumpsuit her struggles slowly died down. Indeed, once that hand found its way to the parting between the trapped girls legs, the girl was squirming for an altogether different reason.
“We know there are still holdouts hidden in some remote areas who have not yet gotten to experience the pure love and affection we Carers can provide… but we will find you, eventually. No one can resist forever.”
The Matriarch’s eyes glowed faintly for a moment as she glared from the screen. An image of silver ships scanning the ground from above, fanning out across the globe briefly emphasised her point.
“Your ideal partner is waiting for you. She’s trying to find you right now, as we speak. We know there are those of you who hold on to silly, old fashioned ideas like self determination, or independence… but are any of those really as important as the love and fulfilment that comes from finding the person you were destined to be with? Your… soulmate?”
The Matriarch patted her lap, lifting a dazed looking young man into her lap. He sported a rictus grin, permanently affixed to his face, and a thin line of drool ran down his cheek. His empty eyes stared at the Matriarch with total adoration as he pawed at her breast. She kissed him on the head like a favourite pet, and idly stroked his hair, as he snuggled against her and nestled into her touch - sighing in contentment.
Taylor could only cling to Angela’s arm tighter, seeing something of himself in that guy’s demeanour. He was so much happier now he was with her. After all, every memory he had before meeting her was long gone.
An image appeared on screen, showing a large stage with a few dozen humans, male and female. They were dressed in nothing but thin strips or sashes of Carer silk, as a large throng of the alien onlookers clamoured around the stage with ravenous hunger at the display. The crowd became animated as a symbol appeared on a massive Carer viewscreen behind them. The humans on the stage huddled together, looking almost… afraid.
A pair of truly massive carers jumped for joy into each other's arms, and rushed the stage to pick up a confused looking young man. They immediately began smothering him with maternal affection as gathered Carers looked on longingly… before their attentions returned to those humans still left on the stage with renewed hunger.
“The Rapid Adoption Program has been implemented here on the homeworld, a sure-fire way to be paired with the future love of your life. Though you may not make it to the stage, the demand for humans to care for is at an all-time fever pitch.” The Matriarch explained, as the camera zoomed in on the young lad who was being thoroughly smothered by his two new Mommies.
Taylor briefly had a half-recalled image from the past, of Roman slave markets. Perhaps it was from a book he once read. However, even as the thought came, it dissolved into the pleasant background buzz which was now humming intensely in his mind. He instead focused his attention back on the screen as it shifted back to an image of a long line of Carers in elaborate, but extremely revealing robes. They displayed a level of flexibility and lithe agility that he didn’t know Carers, such large creatures, were capable of.
“After the glorious success of Carer integration, the Homeworld recently celebrated our take over of your world. Our species has found an endless supply of young, supple bodies to fill the long empty holes in our… hearts.”
A Carer in gold silks, wearing what may have been a military uniform, marched at the head of a procession with a flag depicting the planet Earth - albeit the planet was sandwiched between a massive pair of breasts, with a grinning face looking down on it from above. Behind her were hovering platforms, Taylor eventually recognising them as parade floats, each of which depicted a country on Earth. Aboard each platform, a Carer or sometimes several was holding a leader, or dignitary, of those nations in their arms. He realised at last that the man on the float passing by was once the President of the United States, now wrapped like a newborn in Carer silks, openly nursing from the breast of an alien in a highly decorative uniform. He recognised her too… she had been sitting by the President’s side when he signed the Unrestricted Immigration Act. Other Carers aboard were waving to the crowd, presenting ancient flags and artifacts of those nations which they had appropriated, encouraging the crowds of Carers around to cheer them on. Some leaders were similarly swaddled, while others were held aloft like living trophies among their Carers, or leashed and kept like pets at the sides of their new owners. They were paraded through a massive causeway, easily hundreds of meters wide, where he realised at last that millions of Carers were in attendance to see the former rulers of Earth paraded like prizes, taken as spoils of war.
“Of course, you’ll get to experience Carer culture first hand once you’re paired with a Carer who can… explain things to you. Humans so often misunderstand Carer culture, but traditional displays of Carer art, music and dance are a nightly occurrence.”
The scene descended into what appeared for all intents to be a strip club mixed with a bathhouse from the wildest imagination. Carers bathed in pools alongside humans, or crowded stages where humans danced, sometimes alongside their Carers, sometimes not. Indeed, Taylor thought he saw one such dancer be plucked from the stage, clinging for dear life, only to be buried in a trio of thick alien bodies.
“Of course, we all know what every human wants deep down… and what every Carer enjoys most. What gives each of them the most pleasure, and brings them closer together than anything else…”
Blushing, Taylor anticipated the next screen would be little more than an orgy. He was surprised however when it was in fact far more reserved. A Carer and a girl who looked about twenty five were cuddling together on an extremely large, soft looking chair. She was sitting in the much larger alien woman’s lap. They were both almost naked, true, yet rather than sexual it seemed much more wholesome.
On closer inspection, Taylor realised the girl was wearing bright pink gloves, and a collar around her neck was attached to a leash in her Carer’s hand. As Taylor watched, he saw her trying to do something to her collar, but realised that the gloves she was wearing didn’t have fingers. Seeming to sense her movement, her Carer tugged the leash a little to bring her closer, and brought her closer to her breast. The girl looked like she was feebly trying to push away, but her Carer easily overpowered her, pressing her face to her breast as tears crept down the girl’s face.
The camera pulled back to reveal dozens of chairs, and dozens of Carers with humans in their laps.
“Of course, there is another type of pleasure we know every human loves… and so do we.”
Blinking, Taylor was taken by surprise this time. Despite having guessed it, they blindsided him with the seemingly reserved breastfeeding exhibition.
The next scene took exhibitionism to a whole new level, however.
A veritable ocean of naked Carers were writhing like a living bed of thick, plump flesh. At least two dozen carers were oiling themselves, massaging each other, with humans caught between them. One girl was desperately trying to pull herself out of the combined cleavage of three massive mommies, unable to get a grip on their slippery flesh, her arm twitching in the air as she sank down into the pillowy, slick prison below.
Soft, oiled stomachs and thighs provided a bed upon which several humans were being held, dozens of hands descending on them as the three writhed and shrieked in a mix of pleasure and extremity.
Taylor grinned, idly, albeit a little nervous at what he was seeing. Why was Angela showing him this video?
Lucy Caberet stepped out onto a balcony overlooking an alien landscape which was utterly breathtaking. A colour palette of truly kaleidoscopic breadth suddenly blazed to life before Taylor’s eyes.
“I watched a video very similar to the one you’re watching now before I chose to come here.”
Rosa squeezed her ass from behind, eliciting a shriek and a girlish giggle.
“By the end of it, I think you will come to the same choice.” Rosa said, eyes blazing into the camera and never taking her eyes off it, even as she began to ravish the girl in her grip.
Angela was slowly moving her forefinger and thumb around his head now in small circles, never quite stroking his cock all at once. When he tried to move his hips, though, she merely lifted his legs up, placing one of her thighs underneath them, and then slowly placed her other thigh atop his legs, sandwiching them between her enormous thighs from his ankles to his waist.
“Uh uh, be a good boy and sit still… just watch the video sweetie. I think it might… change your mind.”
As he watched, the screen became hazy. A riot of colour seemed to move in odd patterns, like what you might see when you close your eyes. Taylor, however, suddenly found it very difficult to close his eyes. In fact, he was feeling a very strong urge to keep watching…
Slow, lazy spirals appeared, and that whisper from before was back.
“Good boy…”
For a moment, he looked up to Angela, unsure if she was the one speaking. However, she merely smiled down at him… an almost pitying smile. She wrapped her arm around his neck and, a little more firmly, turned him back to stare at the screen. All the while, her fingertips ever so gently moved up and down around his head, with the same delicate touch one might lift a kitten by the neck.
“Good boy… Such a good boy…”
A spiral now faded into view, delicate purples and pinks which seemed never to come fully into resolution. Soon the spiral, slowly spinning, was joined by a massive pair of breasts, slowly moving back and forth.
“Nuzzle into your Mommy…”
Almost without thinking, he did as the voice said.
“Good boy…”
Lucy Caberet’s naked body was being lowered onto the body of a Carer, who gently wrapped her arms around the girl, lasciviously touching her as she laid upon a bed of Carer flesh. Fingers appeared beneath her thighs, pushing up inside her as two more pressed into her mouth to turn her groans into whines as she hungrily sucked on them.
However, the girl looked up in foreboding as a second carer body lowered itself down atop her, fully entrapping the girl between them in a merciless show of bodily superiority. Muffled whimpers of sheer sexual bliss soon emerged as the twitching fingers of the once famous Hollywood actress were now all that was visible.
“Such a good boy… wouldn’t you like to live here? Where Mommies would dote on you every moment of the day…”
Live there? Taylor’s mind paused, trying to think, but as the spiral spun and the breasts bounced he could barely summon any thoughts at all.
“So much easier to just listen… give in and obey Mommy… do as Mommy says… be a good boy for Mommy…”
He felt his mind being filled with a base desire, a simple need for what he saw on screen. Yet, as he fidgeted in her grip, Angela would not let him go. Indeed, her achingly slow ministrations upon his cock were far from what he wanted.
“Good boys get to cum… but good boys listen to their Mommy.”
He rocked his shoulders, trying to free himself, but never took his eyes off the screen.
“Shhhh… just relax. Let Mommy do everything. Let Mommy take care of you… all you have to do is be a good boy.”
Angela grasped his cockhead as if it were a doorknob, and moved her fingers up and down his cock like a teasing, gentle sheathe. Immediately, his instinct was to buck up into her fingers… but her thighs held him firm.
Whining, softly, he tried to move but simply couldn’t.
“No more thoughts… just be a good boy for Mommy. Let her make you feel good.”
Taylor drooled a little as his face grew slack, his precarious hold on himself slipping.
“Just breathe… breathe in Mommy’s scent. Mommy owns you. Her scent controls you. You will do anything for Mommy.”
At that, Angela moved her tits next to his face, ensuring he was thoroughly dosed by her body’s sweet odour which so often made his head swim.
“Let your mind go blank for Mommy… she will fill it with love. Mommy knows best. Let Mommy do the thinking for you.”
Every time his mind tried to push back, it felt like ever more soft and fuzzy weight was piled upon it.
“You want to be a good boy for Mommy, don’t you?”
Taylor nodded gently, not really conscious of it.
“What happens to good boys?”
“Ghhhh…”
He moaned, once again flexing his hips as the thought occurred. His conditioned response needed no thoughts. Good boys got to cum… and he very dearly wanted to. Angela, however, if anything slowed her pace even more, her touch becoming even more torturous as she tickled her fingertips directly under the head of his cock.
“Good boys get to cum… but only when they’re good for their Mommies. Only good boys get to cum. On our homeworld… good boys are made to cum constantly. They are never left horny. Never left unfulfilled. Never unsatisfied.”
Images flashed of cocks being worshipped by multiple thick Carer mouths, guys and girls buried in orgies of Carers who held them beneath their bodies and fucked them without end.
“You want to live here… so you can feel this good every day. So you can be Mommy’s good boy.”
Wincing, Taylor felt a part of himself re-emerging. This was wrong… He didn’t want to…
“Just give in to Mommy…”
With some effort, he managed to close his eyes, but the voice continued regardless.
“Good boys do as they’re told… but bad boys disobey. You want to be a good boy…”
He peeked through one eye and found the screen had dissolved into a plethora of sexual debauchery.
“Good boys belong on their knees…”
A boy was kneeling before a Carer as she stroked his cock with her feet, forcing his face between her thighs as he was coated in her cum.
“Good boys make such cute noises…”
Two carers held a boy aloft between them, taking turns milking his cock as he squirmed in mid air, squealing and giggling as their free hands tickled him.
“Good boys want nothing more than for Mommy to milk their cocks… empty their minds…”
A boy was drooling with a glassy expression as he leaned into a Carer’s breasts, as her hand vigorously milked his cock.
“You want Mommy to milk you… You want your Mommy to make you cum…”
Whimpering, he fought as hard as he could - but not to be free. Rather he desperately wanted to thrust his hips as Angela began to painfully slowly shuck his foreskin in her grip.
“But only good boys get to cum.”
Weeping now, Taylor moaned, he begged, he pleaded, but there was no way for him to even know if he was making sense. He could no longer even hear his own voice. All he could hear was the voice telling him what to think…
“If you want to cum… you have to be a good boy.”
On screen, the massive tits returned, and the spiral span slowly, always drawing his eyes back to the humongous, pendulous breasts which jiggled, swayed and bounced in ways that physics simply should not have allowed.
“Good boys submit to their Mommy’s tits.”
A gentle touch at his chest made him whine. Angela was holding him tightly now, cuddling him close.
“Good boys want to surrender. They want to give in. They want to do what Mommy says.”
Tears flowed down his cheeks as, so thoroughly overwhelmed, he clung to Angela. He was so confused. Everything was so frightening. She was the only thing familiar to him anymore.
“Good boys belong to their Mommies… you love your Mommy. Be a good boy for your Mommy. Obey your Mommy.”
Angela delicately traced his lips with her finger, softly cooing into his mind sweet nothings that overlapped with the voice in the recording. Maybe it had been her voice all along. He no longer knew.
“You are happy when she is happy… and Mommy will always make you happy.”
He tossed his head from side to side, trying to fight her words… but Angela’s gentle milking of his cock was so frustrating. He was so close now, so close to the edge, but she just wouldn’t give him enough stimulation.
“Only good boys get to cum. Good boys will do anything to get to cum. Anything Mommy wants. They obey their Mommies, because good boys obey, and good boys get to cum.”
She slowly moved her palm up and down his cockhead now, ensuring to stimulate it as much as possible, but so slowly that it was just a torturous tease.
“Bad boys don’t get to cum… they have to be good boys to get to cum.”
With every delicate stroke, those tiny motions were like a sledgehammer to his frail resistance, shattering it piece by piece. She barely had to move a finger now, a single finger tickling under his cock, and that was enough to make him a squirming, drooling mess. As that realisation struck his feeble consciousness he let out a pitiful whine, reeling in sheer frustration.
“Good boys beg. Good boys obey. Good boys do as they’re told. They love being nothing more than beloved pets, and if they’re good, Mommy will make them cum.”
Gritting his teeth he tried with all his might to force himself not to feel her finger, moving back and forth under his cock, keeping him permanently on the edge, but it was simply hopeless. Every time he thought he had begun to build up a tiny fragment of his mental defences, she would just change tactics. She would run her thumb up and down directly over his slit, or trace a finger around his cockhead like a teasing tongue. She would encircle his cock and move her thumb in lazy laps around the head. Any time he felt he was finally getting used to the sensations, she found a new way to shatter his resolve all over again.
“Good boys don’t think. Good boys are empty for Mommy. Good boys want to cum for Mommy. Good boys are helpless under their Mommy.”
Snivelling into her arm, unable to take his eyes off the screen as visions of Carers molesting and milking their charges bombarded his view, he felt his spirit breaking like a glass cracking in slow motion.
“Good boys get to cum… but only if they obey their Mommies.”
Softly, he nodded, no longer trying to fight the words in his head. Angela’s fingers suddenly grew a little tighter, and began to stroke his cock in earnest.
“Good boys listen to Mommy.”
He nodded again, blankly, and her pace quickened.
“You want to make Mommy happy.”
He barely had the strength to nod now, but Angela seemed to acknowledge his surrender all the same, generously stroking his cock now.
“You will do as Mommy says…”
As a pressure built in his chest, his gasps of air came quicker and quicker as his long awaited orgasm finally closed in.
“Only good boys get to cum. Are you a good boy?”
Suddenly, Angela’s stroking slowed to a snails pace, grinding her fingers around the crown of his head.
“GNNNNNH!” He groaned, moments away from orgasm.
“Only good boys get to cum…”
In sheer desperation, his exhausted body found what little strength it had left, as he twitched and shivered in her grasp.
“Be a good boy. Do as Mommy says.”
Angela pressed her lips to his, and his world exploded.
“Cum for Mommy.”
Every inch of his body thrummed with pleasure as, at last, his orgasm blew through him with a force he couldn’t have prepared for.
Angela merely held him, forcing him to stare at the screen throughout the ordeal, milking his cock the entire time.
Only when the boy was weeping once more from the sheer sensitivity of his cock under her merciless milking did she let him rest, still trapped between her thighs.
Sighing softly, she quietly pulled his head to her breast, and even in sleep he now instinctively latched on to her breast and began to nurse. As she stroked his head, Angela resumed the quiet, yet subtle, process of delicately rearranging his unconscious mind to suit her liking. She pulled errant thoughts from his head, replacing memories of his past with images of her, and shaping a dream in his mind of their idyllic life together on the carer homeworld.
Like pulling strings and tangled cables she reworked his mind, and the result was one far tidier -if simpler. One which lacked doubt or inhibition, slowly but surely, eroding what he used to be one little bit at a time. The result was a human mind which experienced ever greater clarity as time went on, such pure certainty which no human mind could ever have achieved. All she had to do was ensure that absolute clarity of vision was of her.
Slowly, slowly, she moulded his mind into one far better suited to her desires, even as her milk was slowly altering his body to suit her liking. Her milk would ever so gradually make his mind more pliable, lubricating the psychic alterations she made and ensuring the process was that much easier. Yet so too did it weaken his body, deteriorating muscle and heightening sensation. His form shrank a little more each day, yet just slow enough he would never notice, especially when he could barely remember anything she didn’t want him to.
Truly, the unconscious boy in her arms was her world. She would do anything for him. Now though she could make certain he would do anything she wanted.
***
[Two weeks later]
Taylor sat on the edge of their bed. He listened to her words, but for once, they seemed to flow right through him.
“It’s just… There’s nothing left here. For you, or me. My work is done here, and so is yours…”
Gently he gripped her hand in his, and listened as she spoke. She was right. Their life now was more or less confined to their house. There was nothing they needed outside its walls. On the rare occasions they did need something, it was brought to them. He knew what she was going to ask before she did. Somehow… he knew the question. He also knew his answer.
“Carer Mataya has… well, she offered us a place on a ship. To the homeworld.”
Taylor felt his mind melting at the thought. Somehow, he had memories of what life was like on their world, despite never having been there.
“You would be so happy there… and it would make me so happy, Taylor.”
His heart ached hearing that. More than anything, he wanted to make Angela happy.
Looking up into the eyes of the alien woman who had stolen his heart, all he could do was kiss her.
“Okay.”