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Summary: Aliens arrive on Earth, and promise world peace, and end to all problems, and more. Also, they're ten feet tall Goddesses who communicate telepathically. What could go wrong? They say all they want is for humanity to trust them and love them, and to care for man... but maybe their idea of love isn't quite the same as ours.
Contains: F/m, FF/m, FF/f, FFF/f, tickling, feet, aliens, huge mommy doms, like seriously ten feet tall absolute units of women, breastfeeding.
DARK THEMES: Brainwashing, gaslighting, end of the world, memory manipulation, ominous consequences, interrogation, trickery, rape, mind-rape, near-infantilisation, really really dark at the end.
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It had been a year since the Carers' arrival. Taylor's office was huge compared to what it had once been. In the course of a year, as Carers slowly but surely integrated with society, his department had been reduced to a team of just ten. It had long ago started to feel silly to stick to their tiny cubicles from before, back when the cryptography department had employed over a thousand people. The entire building now contained less than fifty.
Of course, the office he was in would have felt huge even before the Carers had arrived. Now though, everything had been renovated or even outright reconstructed to accommodate their immense forms, practically doubling the width and height of most rooms in a building and halving the number of floors.
Elevators had new signs to indicate weight capacity, such as sixteen humans or three Carers, and all too often when Carers did enter elevators humans would find themselves pinned beneath - or occasionally even in between - the monstrously soft bodies of Carers who would only afterwards politely apologise... though never quite admitted it was a mistake.
Indeed it had been quite a joke around the office when a young intern from their office had been visiting a nearby hospital, only to wind up 'accidentally' stuck inside an overburdened elevator with four carers for the better part of two hours. When they were finally rescued, the young man was a wreck, barely able to walk - and partly dehydrated. Luckily for him he had had a quartet of very willing nurses, the same from the elevator it just so happened, who were more than willing to make sure he got home safe. It wasn't clear how the elevator had gotten stuck, as while it was clearly working at the limits of its tolerances, one did wonder if the emergency stop button may have just accidentally been pressed by an idle finger.
Thinking about it then, Taylor realised he hadn't seen the young man again after that.
The office he had been left with, which would have been ostentatious before, now felt obscene and excessive. Indeed it felt like everything was changing to make things easier for them to settle in among humanity - or atop them, he mused. Not that he was complaining - at least not about the office space.
It had been a year since the Carers had arrived, and in that time he and what was left of his team had kept working. Their language was so complex it put codework to shame. They barely had a handle on sentence structure, let alone what more than half of the symbols meant.
In reality, despite initial firm resistance, Cryptography was one of the few branches of the military that still existed in any meaningful capacity. Most of what remained was merely a ceremonial position, mostly in charge of helping the Carers offload their vessels or direct landing zone traffic. It was no secret many branches of the remaining military had Carers involved at this point, in an 'advisory' role.
The words of the visitor speaking at the United Nations from a year ago rang in his head. 'If we wished you any harm, you would have been helpless to resist us.' He mulled it over. If the Carers were a threat, a possibility he could barely bring himself to even contemplate anymore, they had had plenty of chances to do something aggressive - and hadn't.
As the gently smiling face of a Carer beamed at him from his new portable alien TV, cheerily reading the morning news - which now amounted to little more than an ever increasing list of good news - his task had long since started to feel a bit redundant. The device was another of the many wondrous gifts the Carers had so generously provided to humanity which was now in their care. The devices seemed to interlink effortlessly with the mind of whomever was watching it, ensuring that the Carers' telepathic communication was transmissible across the globe entirely unfiltered.
He couldn't deny a little unease from time to time. Maybe it was just the trace remnants of his misgivings from a year ago which hadn't quite simmered out yet, but his fathers words rang in his head, albeit a little quieter. Nothing was free, the cost just wasn't always obvious.
"That concludes today's updates on the Carer diet plan!" The news anchor announced cheerily, and a slight bounce sent her massive alien cleavage into mind-bending jiggles as if to celebrate it. "Don't forget, a balanced diet only took into account the nutrient requirements of pre-Carer food! Now we're here, all you need is the food we give you! Just give in... to the delicious taste."
As he watched and stared, paying more attention to her tits than her words as they effortlessly implanted themselves into his subconscious, his unease slowly faded away.
"Taylor?"
He looked up from his desk, and paperwork stuck to his face. At the door was a man in uniform, a rare sight in his department as standards had understandably slipped under the circumstances. Taylor saluted as best he could.
"Yes, Sir."
"Avery." He said, and returned it. "Intelligence."
The man seemed wired, as if strung far too tight. He seemed to be checking every corner, looking for something. He was suspicious, Taylor grinned, the way the military had used to be not so long ago. Somehow it was reassuring, even if it felt a bit awkward.
"How can I help you, Sir?"
"Taylor, I'm afraid I'm here with bad news. I'm not happy about it, but I'm here to fill you in. This is coming from the top down, nothing I can do about it. Senator Margrave has been insisting on greater Carer integration in the government, and that includes us. He's one of the most vocal advocates for greater cooperation, I'm sure you've seen him on the TV by now."
The name rang a bell in Taylor's mind, but was quickly drowned out by the announcement on the news that global warming had been reversed by a new Carer environmental initiative. Taylor's attention snapped back to Avery, hoping the officer hadn't noticed the lapse.
"I've been assigned here as part of a new initiative, the cryptology department is to have Carers integrating with it to help with the language barrier."
Taylor blinked. It threw any semblance of secrecy out the window - to have the presumed enemy sitting in your office helping you decrypt their own codes. It was plain on his face that Taylor hadn't known it was happening until then. Thinking back later on, though, Taylor realised he should have seen what was coming when they started renovating a military installation to accommodate massive, busty alien womens' bodies.
"Sorry, son. Nothing I can do about it."
It made sense, Taylor admitted to himself dully. Rather than trying to break their codes, something that was increasingly seeming quite futile, the goal was now merely to understand the Carer's written language and find a way to translate it. Very little pretence of caution remained surrounding the aliens, in any case, who had already within a year so easily ingratiated themselves with humanity.
"They're integrating with the intelligence branch now?" He asked, still processing it.
The man removed his cap and wiped his forehead, sitting in the chair opposite Taylor.
"Well, it doesn't seem like we'll be going to war any time soon. Their technology renders conflict almost antiquated as a concept. So brass reckons they might as well help us with the translation."
"Isn't it still decryption, Sir?" Taylor asked, though the word rang hollow when a foot away from him a massive-breasted alien was near to bursting out of a skimpy news anchor uniform, gladly informing them both passively of how successful their conquest-of-Earth-by-love had already been.
Lieutenant Avery was obviously not happy with the situation. It was undoubtedly emasculating to see the military which had been such a formative part of his life be rendered so obsolete. It made sense to Taylor to bring the Carers in on the project, at least, even if he saw the obvious conflict of interest.
