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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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A Carer in what he supposed could have passed for a pornstar's version of a police uniform was speaking to someone outside. He'd been watching her for a while now, trying to remember when Carers had taken over the police force.
Looking on, the Carer drew herself up into the personal space of the young man on the corner as she stared intently at him, and he seemed to shrink in on himself, visibly shaking as she traced a finger along his shoulder and up to his jaw. As he opened his mouth to speak, leaning back from her touch, he dropped the backpack across his shoulder.
The massive Carer officer bent down to pick it up, and in so doing, pressed her breasts directly into the man and forced him up against the wall behind. Paralysed, he froze as her breasts kept him pinned there as, one by one, she withdrew items from his bag in front of his eyes. A can of spray paint and some gloves seemed to catch her attention, and soon he was desperately struggling to escape the confines of her tits.
With a deft and evidently practised move, the Carer pulled a long piece of silk from her parody of a uniform and began effortlessly trussing the man like a chicken as, from a nearby alley, a silver vehicle emerged. Another Carer officer, equally pornographically dressed, appeared carrying a second man in her arms. His clothing hung from his limbs, and the man was drooling while sporting a dazed grin. At that, his partner in crime panicked more, straining as hard as he could against the bonds which now held him helpless as his wrists hung from a single one of the officer's hands, easily holding him four feet aloft.
Taylor watched on curiously, but blinked in shock as the first captive was inserted feet first into the cleavage of his captor, until he sank to his neck. The officer then wrapped the silk around herself, tightening her uniform around him until apart from his mummified outline all that could be seen of the man was his drooling face.
The other captive started to scream, as he was also disrobed and slowly fed into his captor's massive breasts. His screams turned to pleading as he slowly sank, the officer grinning down at him idly as his own bodyweight sealed his fate, her effortlessly soft and titanic breasts acting almost like quicksand. Pleading turned to begging as his shoulders disappeared, and as he sank to his neck, the officer tugged her sash tight - sealing her breasts over his face entirely, and silencing him.
Only now did Taylor look at the wall where they had been caught. "Don't let hope die with a whimper! Resist!" Was stencilled there, beside a cartoonish depiction of two massive busty women in robes leading smaller figures on leashes.
"What's the matter?" Angela asked him, as Taylor leaned on his forearms, still staring out the window.
"Oh... nothing." He lied, looking at her for a moment, before turning back to look outside.
The vehicle was already gone. Another Carer officer was spraying some liquid on the wall that instantly dissolved the paint. That hadn't been normal, right? What had he just seen? Those officers, they had been... taking those men.
Angela's scent hit his nose, and he breathed in deeply. Suddenly, he felt so much calmer.
What had he been about to say? His mind kept drifting back to thoughts of Angela, as her hand took his. It was as if all roads lead to her. Why was it so hard to remember? Why did he care so much about... whatever it was he'd been thinking about before?
Turning back to her and smiling, he had already begun to forget what he'd forgotten. Whatever it was, he was sure it was fine. After all, everything was better now.
"Good..." She intoned, staring intently at him, and when he went to look out the window again she grasped his chin in her fingers.
When he looked into her eyes, somehow his worries always seemed to melt away. After all, what did he have to be worried about? Everything was great.
As if to prove his point, she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Her tremendous bosom immediately smothered his face and he had to fight just to get his face free enough to breathe. Once he could, she was smiling down at him sweetly.
"Comfy?" She asked, and giggled inside his mind.
Without answering he just wrapped his arms around her waist - or as far as he could, he had no chance of ever reaching even halfway around her massive body - and sank his face into her cleavage in response.
"Such a sweetheart..." She mused, and reached down with a single finger to tilt his chin up towards her.
Dazed, he just grinned stupidly as she looked down at him, his face framed against her huge breasts.
"Come here..."
Her thick lips latched onto his, and she lifted him off the floor into a passionate kiss. With one arm around his back and the other his thighs, she easily held him aloft.
"I love kissing you." She said, even as she was doing so.
He felt his stomach flutter a little as her long, thick tongue pressed down against his, pinning it in place.
"It makes me get all hot..." She mused, as her mouth gently sucked at his, tongue swirling around.
Blinking softly, he squirmed a little in her grip as she easily kept him captive, trying her best to suck his face off. It occurred to him then that she could speak to him even with her mouth busy... and his thoughts began to wander.
"I know what you're thinking..." She whispered at last in his mind.
He shivered a little. Did she? How could she?
"Would you believe you're not the first guy to think the same thing when kissing us? I don't have to be a mind-reader you know..."
He laughed, softly, but distantly realised that hadn't been a denial.
She set him down, but before he could regain his balance, her body was pressing him to the wall.
"Such a curious boy... would you like it if I... satisfied that curiosity for you?"
Her eyes were alight, and the grin on her thick, glistening lips was full of promise.
"Uh... hhh..." he murmured, but that was all the answer she needed.
Her hands took his wrists and pinned them to the wall, before she moved to his neck and began to kiss her way down it.
"Mmmm... you humans are receptive to our touch. So wonderfully sensitive. It makes it so much fun to tease you..."
She giggled, trailing her long snake-like tongue down his neck and across his collarbone.
"Nnnnh..." Was all he could manage in response.
"You really seem to like my tongue... and my lips... and my mouth... I wonder where my good boy was thinking I was going to use it?" She asked, innocently, though the way she began to peck and kiss her way down his chest was anything but.
He watched in a mix of fascinated horror as her extremely dextrous and prehensile tongue undid one button after another on his shirt, and pried the cloth apart, revealing more and more of his abdomen to her ticklish tongue.
"You taste wonderful, Taylor... but there is something I've been wanting to taste more."
She let go of his hands, but fixed him with an intense look.
"Keep your hands up for me, sweetie..." she said, softly, and yet it felt more like a command - one which he felt his body swiftly obeying.
A nervous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Obeying her felt... good.
"Good boy." She added, as her tongue licked around her lips, wetting them visibly until they were dripping with her saliva.
All the while, she undid his pants, seeming to enjoy the show she was giving him of her glistening lips growing ever more lubricated. For his part, Taylor was utterly transfixed by her tongue as it swirled around and around...
With a single motion, she tugged his pants to the floor, and began to massage the erection he was already sporting.
"Such a good boy, all ready for me..."
He still wasn't quite used to her calling him boy, but he couldn't deny his other brain was far from opposed to it. Every time she called him a good boy, his cock visibly bobbed in the air directly in front of her plush lips as if begging for her attention.
