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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 couldn't stop smiling. What kind of man would have? He had spent the last week having the best sex of his life. Well, it wasn't quite 'sex' yet. He and Angela had had a lot of fun though. Indeed, he had barely left his office, which now more resembled an apartment suite to cater to their needs.
Angela had explained to him that Carers reserved actual 'sex' as the last step of 'bonding' with their partners. Partners. That's what they were. He and her. His new girlfriend - was she his girlfriend? Well, of course she was, he chided himself, giggling like a nervous teenager.
What was up with him? He had never been like this in a relationship before. It had to be something more... Was he already falling in love with her?
Hugging a clutch of paperwork to his chest, he tried not to get ahead of himself. Even so, he felt light as air. He would have been practically skipping if he hadn't been forcing himself to stay calm.
"Special Announcement! Stay tuned!"
He stopped in his tracks just long enough to crane his neck into the staff room where the massive TV set the Carers had brought in was now fixed into the wall. He stood just inside the doorway and took the opportunity to watch.
Two massive Carers were sitting on either side of Annette, a girl fresh out of military college on a ludicrously opulent sofa a little to his side, but the trio didn't seem to have noticed his entry. For her part, she seemed perfectly content with the situation. Far more than content, Taylor realised. Given their sheer size difference, a sofa built for three had barely enough room on it for the two Carers, and the girl was thoroughly trapped in the thin gap between them as their bodies pressed in around her.
She was sweating profusely and sporting a rictus grin as the two buxom giantesses pressed in on either side, their breasts half-obscuring her face as they gently ran their hands over her body. Indeed, she seemed torn between looking at the screen and letting her gaze drift to the bodies of the two Carers keeping her trapped on the sofa, and their hands which were taking ever more brazen liberties with her body.
It seemed odd, he had to admit. A few days ago he might have said something. After all, they were being quite... open about it. But did it really matter? After all, they were happy. She was happy. Everybody was so much happier now the Carers were in charge.
They were in charge...
That realisation irked him on some level, but he found it difficult to keep a hold of the feeling. It was like trying to grab smoke, always sinking between your fingers. The two Carers and Annette seemed happy, besides they were probably just taking a break. Hell, now the Carers were guiding their efforts in the translation, they would probably be making twice as much progress even if they halved their workloads. There was plenty fo time to... relax.
Wait... He stopped himself, going back over his own thoughts. It wasn't a translation they were doing. Weren't they supposed to be... decrypting? This was a military unit. He tried to collect his thoughts for a moment, yet again they seemed to bubble away like sand in an hourglass.
The TV flashed and both he and the girl on the couch took in a deep breath, subconsciously, and filled their lungs with the scent of the Carers nearby. Suddenly he felt so much more at ease, struggling to remember what he'd been so worried about a moment ago.
"Today's arrival marks the first general population ship from our world!" The busty announcer cheerily reported, and Taylor could swear her shirt was revealing even more cleavage than usual. A solid metre of breast flesh meshed together, barely contained in her nearly see-through white shirt. As he stared he felt his mouth watering... suddenly thirsty.
"It is a truly historic day for this country, and indeed the Earth! Today the President signed the Unrestricted Immigration Act, becoming the latest world leader to correctly recognise the value of increased exchanges between our two worlds."
The camera cut to a recording from within what Taylor recognised was the Oval Office, but it took a while for him to do so. After all, it now appeared more like the waiting room of a brothel than the office of the leader of the free world. Gone were the usual furniture and decor that prior broadcasts had shown, although Taylor had noted that the White House had had a progressively less formal appearance even then.
However now it was practically little different than a bordello. Silken drapes framed oversized and lavish looking beds, soft lounge chairs, and he could have sworn for a moment he saw an oversized nursing chair partially obscured by the crowd surrounding the President, who was sitting at a small table next to a massive and imposing looking Carer. She wore a flowing, elegant and yet decidedly official looking gown, yet her immense cleavage was still well on display as was the usual for her kind.
The President himself still wore a business jacket, yet it hung loose as if he had only just put it back on and hadn't bothered to do up the buttons. Indeed, if one looked closely enough, you could see the telltale shine of Carer silk beneath it. He seemed far more interested in the gigantic tits of the Carer by his side, which jutted out directly by his shoulder and drew his attention fairly openly. Taylor almost thought he saw a thin line of drool dripping down the side of his mouth as he ogled his Carer's chest.
She for her part was smiling eagerly, pressing her breasts into the President's side and squeezing them together for him as she reached down to help him move his pen across the documents in front of him, as he seemed to be struggling with even that simple task. Indeed, when she lifted his hand free and nodded to him reassuringly, he looked at the pen in his hand with a slack grin as if it were just a special toy he had only just noticed he was holding.
The crowd around him broke into applause as she smiled indulgently, and took the pen from his hand only to deliberately slide it back into her own impossibly deep cleavage. The President's gaze followed it as it sunk down into her breasts, and he seemed intent on sharing its fate as his face sunk closer to her tits.
Abruptly, the footage cut just before the President was seen to be enveloped into her chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Indeed, a montage of dozens of similar signings by world leaders followed, one after the other, each leader sporting a lazy smile and decidedly unkempt appearance, in increasingly more debauched surroundings.
