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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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Taylor found himself once again standing awkwardly by the door, waiting for Lieutenant Avery and Carer Mataya to call him into their office. Sometimes he was left waiting there for hours. He tried not to pry, but it was difficult not to hear when they argued so loudly, and so often. Avery, it transpired, was determined not to surrender another inch of the department to the Carers, and Taylor could only admire his conviction. Yet as he stood and listened in Carer Mataya's sheer insistence was ominous.
Her voice seemed to undercut any authority, any hope of independence or agency Avery tried to project. Her most cutting remarks were always sandwiched with the kindest words, and underpinned by that ever present Carer charm, but it was difficult not to imagine her as leaning directly onto Avery, pressing her body on top of his in equal measure as she pressed the issues so fervently. She seemed to possess the perfect mix of a doting but disciplinary mother figure to make the Officer's otherwise reasonable behaviour appear petulant and childish merely by implication. Despite his reservations, Taylor couldn't help but peek inside through a crack in the door.
Mataya was leaning across the desk, her tremendous breasts resting on the tabletop as she hungrily stared down the man across from her who - given his smaller size - couldn't help but look like cornered prey.
"I know you have good intentions, Lieutenant, but your efforts thus far in this program are simply lacking. You really are so skilled at what you do, I know you are, and I'm very impressed by the progress you made without our help..." she spoke gushingly, as if praising a child's drawing she was about to put on the fridge, "but your teams simply need better guidance! That is what we're here to do for you, after all, to guide you. We should assign a Carer to every team to assist them directly - all these security checks and protocols you keep insisting on are simply inhibiting our progress."
Avery remained indignant, however his voice had begun to fray at the edges. It had been days of this, a constant unending battle of wills in which Mataya leapt at every chance to lovingly demean Avery, crushing any shred of confidence he displayed beneath the weight of her sheer charisma, and the very real weight of her body. The man was fighting a losing battle, however valiantly, but he simply did not stand a chance against the massive, motherly alien who seemed entirely intent on subverting him at every possible turn. Yet he was still the authority in the department, at least, for as long as he held strong. As long as he held out, Mataya couldn't act against him... at least not directly.
"Come in, Taylor." She said, suddenly, interrupting Avery's chance at a rebuttal as if she somehow had known he was going to speak, and what the man was going to say, before even he did.
Taylor jumped as he nearly fell into the room while pushing the door open wide.
"Well?" Avery asked irritably.
It was obvious his nerves were shot. Taylor didn't envy him, sitting across the table from a woman with the body of a goddess would undoubtedly have worn on the will of any man.
"We've gotten a report from team three," Taylor spoke measuredly, trying not to get roped into the debate he had just interrupted if he could help it, "they're working on a new cypher branch but can't seem to make heads or tails of it."
Avery snatched the paper from Taylor's hands as he leaned over the desk and skimmed over it, gripping the paper tighter than he needed to. Carer Mataya reached out to stroke Taylor's arm affectionately, giving him a broad smile.
"Damn it!" Avery let loose the breath he had been holding at last, slamming Taylor's report to the desk. "How long have they been working on this? They've been looking at the wrong symbol set entirely!"
"Well, sir, I have made some progress myself." He added, thinking it might brighten the man's mood. "I think I've managed to crack the numeric branch. These repeating symbols throughout the text that bunch together in patterns seem to represent alphanumeric systems. Once I understood zero it became easier to..."
Taylor froze, as while Avery was looking to him with some hope, Carer Mataya's face was darker, like a pit viper reared and ready to strike a morsel within its reach, and her grip on his arm had tightened. Then, so quickly he could have sworn her prior look was just a trick of the light, her features softened and glowed like an indulgent preschool teacher preparing to put a gold star on a bright student's dinosaur drawing. Still, her broad grin belied a colder stare.
"Of c-course," Taylor stammered, "it's only thanks to the translation guides that Carer Mataya's teams have been providing. Only when I realised just how... uh, complex the language is did I try this route."
It was a lie. If anything he was sure those translation guides were only slowing him down.
Taylor tried to subtly back away from the pair, gently attempting to prise his arm from Mataya's surprisingly strong grip, hoping that if he was close to the door he'd be dismissed out of convenience. However, Mataya held him firmly, unwilling to let him go as she leaned closer to Avery while he sank his face into his hands, as if she were relishing in the revelation. Her titanic breasts slowly spilled out, spreading across the table to conquer more and more of its real estate until they were devouring the paperwork Avery had dropped. In a way it was not too unlike how she had begun to take control of the department, and indeed, the way the Carers had begun to spread amongst mankind.
"You see?" She murmured, smug confidence oozing from every pore, "This kind of thing wouldn't happen with a Carer leading the team. Poor dears... our language is so complex, they must have gotten confused by the documentation we sent them..."
