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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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Angela was cuddling Taylor close on the sofa. They were watching Carer TV at home, enjoying a rather raunchy movie. "Invaders from Space". A satirical, tongue in cheek look at how humans used to view the arrival of alien life - and it was pretty obviously supposed to be about the Carers. Hell, the film was barely one step removed from pure pornography, although given the subject matter that was fairly understandable.
Taylor hadn't been to the office in weeks now - it just... didn't seem that important somehow. Angela told him the teams were making great progress without him. She had even brought home some reports for him to review, but they always seemed to wind up in bed together before he had any real chance to dig into them.
At this point it was safe to say he was taking a rather hands off approach to his work, at the very least. Carer technology had rendered most human occupations moot after all, and his had naturally come to the end of its usefulness.
He didn't mind. Not really. Angela had an excellent way of... curing him of any of his worries.
Taylor chuckled a little at his own internal entendre.
"Something funny?" Angela asked, running her fingers up and down his chest.
These days he rarely wore anything around the house, although Angela was always trying to make him try on some Carer-designed clothing. He'd resisted thus far... but it did look awfully comfortable, even if a bit effeminate.
"Nothing, just..." He sighed, nuzzling against her arm, "I love you."
She kissed his forehead, and tipped his chin up to kiss his lips.
"I love you too. More than you could ever possibly know."
Swooning a little as her thick lips encased his own, he drank in her scent, her taste, everything about the woman who had changed his life so much.
For the better... he added, grinning more.
"I - love you - more." He spoke abruptly, in the brief chances he got between kisses.
"Mmmm, nope. I do." Angela gently bit the tip of his nose as she tugged his body a little closer to hers under the blanket.
The sofa-bed they had at home was monstrously large, but the material was so soft that every slight move Angela made was amplified. Indeed, he felt himself being tipped down into the crevice made by her ample body ever more as she leaned to her side.
"Oh, you've just decided?" He asked, a little shakily, as her immense body easily manoeuvred his where she wanted it.
"Yep." She just grinned, eyes lazily boring into his as she lifted him atop her, letting him rest atop her broad, plump body. "Remember, Mommy knows best."
He giggled at that, and kissed her again.
On screen, they watched as the bad guys - a human resistance movement - were barricading themselves in underground tunnels, forcing many other people to follow them down there at gunpoint. Some recently rescued humans however were thanking their saviours graciously. The star of the film, a Carer named Rosa, was entering a room with a bed where a captured female resistance member was being held.
It was quite sweet, actually. The actress Lucy Cabaret and Carer Rosa had recently become an item in real life. This role was quite important for her, as until meeting Carer Rosa she had been one of the few outspoken critics of the Carers left. Now, though, it seemed being with Carer Rosa had wiped away any thoughts of resistance remaining. So much so she could play a caricature of her former self on screen with aplomb.
Indeed, as she was gently laid down on a bed between Carer Rosa and a few other Carers, each slowly removing their robes, the rictus grin she sported spoke to just how happy she was to be free of all her prior concerns. Although that may have had something to do with how she was being interrogated.
"Ah, well if it isn't the leader of the Resistance herself..." Rosa said, gently tugging the girl's tattered clothing down, "you know, you've been quite a problem for us."
Evidently panicking, the girl wrestled her arms in the grips of the two Carers at either side of her, but as they placed her arms in their breasts - swallowing her body up to the neck between them - she tilted her head back as if trying to stay above water.
"W-whatever you're going to do to me, it won't change anything! Humanity will resist you no matter what!"
"Oh, now, that's just propaganda... you poor thing, you're so confused." Carer Rosa reassured her, even as she sat atop the girl's now nude legs, pinning the thrashing limbs between her body. "We'll be more than happy to help deprogram you..."
As Carer Rosa's hands started to trace along the girl's nude abdomen, though, her stammered objections soon turned to hushed gasps.
"However, first we need you to tell us about the resistance."
"I w-w-won't betray my species to you, alien!" She muttered, but the shivering in her voice betrayed her concern.
"Awww, I think you will... I think you'll tell us exactly what we want to hear."
"You can torture me all you like!" The girl spat, buried up to her neck in the breasts of alien invaders, "I'm trained to resist pain! You will not break me!"
"Oh no, you poor dear! We would never hurt you..."
As Carer Rosa's fingers began to spider-walk up the girl's taut stomach, gently climbing up to Lucy's respectable breasts - at least by human standards - the poor girl began to sputter and chew her lip.
"However, we do have ways of making you talk..."
An evil grin spread across the lips of the two Carers pinning her arms, as they lifted her arms up between themselves, only to dance their fingers in front of her eyes.
Lucy's eyes widened in fear at that, and for a moment, Taylor was sure it was genuine terror. The girl began to truly panic now, tugging frantically as she realised her body was well and truly immobilised between the Carers.
"W-w-wait! That's not - this isn't what weee-HEEEEHEHEHEHHEHEHE!"
