To Care For Man Ch 09

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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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"Where are we going?" Taylor asked, shielding his eyes from the sun outside the vehicle.

"Just a little trip. There's something I wanted to show you."

As they drove, Taylor looked outside, realising he hadn't been out into the city around him in some time. Indeed, they hadn't left their house in... well, he didn't even remember when they last had.

Signs featuring smiling Carers, billboards, advertisements, framed every single wall. Cheery smiles and glowing eyes were, as always, accompanied by truly unfathomable busts. Most advertisements made sure to emphasize that by having the breasts spill out and be much larger than the advertisement itself, sometimes so much so it was difficult to tell what was even being advertised.

The most common advertisement, or the most prominent sentiment at least, was some variation of 'A new and better life awaits you on the carer homeworld.' They usually featured a smiling carer, a human held at her side looking off into the distance as a silver ship was being boarded by smaller figures.

For some reason the image filled him with anxiety, trepidation forming as quickly as it was brushed away by Angela's gentle touch against his now over-sensitized skin.

The other advertisment that caught Taylor's attention, giving him a fright, was a massive hologram projected onto the edifice of what was by now likely a mostly abandoned skyscraper. It was of a massive Carer, smiling down onto the city.

"Have you registered at your local Carer Office yet?" It asked in gentle, soothing tones. "Remember, it's the law for all unpaired humans to be registered..."

The hologram focused in on her top, making her already skyscraper-sized breasts seem to grow large enough to swamp all rational thought. The now building scale busted hologrammatic Carer smiled a sad little smile, gently swaying her impossibly large breasts oh so invitingly.

"Your new Mommy is waiting to love you..." It announced as the breasts swayed back and forth, before finally it zoomed back out to view the Carer's full body, and the recording began again, endlessly droning the words into the minds of every human in range which - given how far they were viewing it from - must have been dozens of kilometers.

Sometimes he could swear there was no advertisement at all. Perhaps it wasn't advertisement. Perhaps none of it was intended as such. Maybe instead it was a declaration: 'We rule you now.'

He could hardly disagree.

Still, a Carer registry? Carer Office? Taylor was about to ask Angela what those were, when they had come into being, but the vehicle slowed to a stop.

"Here we are." Angela said, sweetly.

Irritably, Taylor tried to lift himself from the seat, but despite seeming so simple he couldn't work out the seatbelt mechanism.

"Awww, just a second honey, Mommy will help you."

Given the size of Carer seats, special booster seats for humans were included, but of course there was no way for a human to operate the vehicle. Carers did that now, like everything else.

"Come on, it only opened today."

He lifted his arms, letting her pick him up like an infant before she held him close to her.

"Uh... can't you..." he started, but she merely tapped his nose sweetly.

"If I let you walk you're going to get all tuckered out, sweetie. Then you won't get to see what we've built..."

"Huh?" He asked, uncertainly.

"Aww, okay. I'll let you walk for a little bit. As soon as you feel tired you let me know, okay?"

Nodding, she lowered him to the ground.

His head now only came up to her waist, and yet, some nights he was sure he used to be able to reach up to kiss her without needing her to lift him.

"Come on, honey." She admonished, taking him by the hand and leading him across the parking lot.

He stumbled to keep up, but as they walked - or rather as she slowly walked and he jogged just to keep pace - he began to notice some things he recognised.

A lamp next to an old sign post looked so familiar - although the words had changed.

"The Carer-Human Museum of Cooperation."

A museum? That didn't sound right.

Around him he saw a dozen or so other Carers carrying humans, a few leading them by the hand like him, and one was even in a wheelchair... although it more resembled a baby's stroller.

As they approached the building ahead, they gathered around the door. Looking around himself nervously, another Carer looked down at him and smiled reassuringly. Angela just petted his head, holding him to her thigh.

"Welcome everyone, we're so happy you could join us for the opening day."

A Carer in a scandalous blue blouse and little else stood atop a small podium - although to any human it would have been large enough for three - and directed everybody to the building behind her which sparkled and gleamed in the sun as if brand new.

It wasn't new, though. Why was it so familiar to him?

As Taylor looked up at the Carer, he began to realise that it wasn't just the building that was familiar, so was she...

"If you head inside, you can browse the museum. The ground floor is a showcase of Humanity's past, and as you head to the top, you will see each stage of Carer integration until... Well, humanity's destiny lies in the stars. For now though you lucky few will be the first to see our monument to Carer-Human society, how far we have come, and what a bright future awaits us!"

The Carers around clapped enthusiastically, as did some of the humans... although like Taylor, some clapped less so.

Then it hit him. He recognised that Carer. That was Carer Mataya. Was she in charge of a museum now?

"Oh Taylor! And Angela... it's so lovely to see you both. I'm so glad you could make it!"

She grinned as Angela led him in front of her. Taylor had always felt small in her presence, but now she truly towered over him. He could only admire her new and far more ornate uniform. Though he couldn't help but wonder, if Mataya was here, where was Lieutenant Avery?

His eyes scanned her lush body, and she looked even more voluptuous than she had before. Yet perched against one of her utterly massive breasts he could swear he saw a tiny bump in the fabric covering it.

Mataya led them both inside, and he was fitted with a small bracelet.

"This will allow Angela or us to track you if you get... lost." Mataya offered with a knowing lick of her lips, and she locked it in place. "Some humans have a tendency to get... confused by the things they see inside. It's a lot to take in for such cute little minds like yours, Taylor, but that's why we're here. To help you understand... to Care for you."

Over the sound of the crowd around them, and Mataya's velvet words in his mind, he swore he could hear something. A faint noise that somehow broke through everything going on. A tiny suckling noise seemed to emanate from within her clothing.

Absent-mindedly, Carer Mataya was stroking the front of her uniform, caressing her own body... and yet, Taylor could swear he saw another small bump there, squirming in pleasure under her touch.

In a mix of shock and disbelief, he could only stare in horror as the faintest imprint of a man seemed to press against the material wrapped around Carer Mataya's goddess-like body for a moment. He saw the outline of a hand weakly stretching the material... as if trying to escape.

As Taylor was led further inside, he looked back to see Carer Mataya's toothy grin following him.

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The first exhibit was for ancient human culture.

"Here you can see the earliest examples of surviving human culture. These are hundreds of years old. Carvings, cave paintings, all depicted large women with full bodies. These early humans worshipped these figures, much like many humans do now!" The Carer leading the tour was dressed in a ludicrously skimpy knit-dress, which did little more than hang from her shoulders and barely had enough material to pin her nametag to. 'Carer Lenara'.

Other Carers giggled at that, and by his side Taylor saw one Carer passionately kissing the man in her arms, the two giggling to each other at some joke only they knew. It didn't sound right to him, though. Hundreds of years? Surely cave paintings, carvings, those were thousands of years ago... weren't they?

He tugged on Angela's robe, but she merely cupped his head in her hand and squeezed him to her side dismissively.

"Later on, even as humanity's culture developed, their fascination with venus-shaped women continued. Here you can see oil paintings, frescos, even marble sculptures which depict the ideal female form. Such artists as Botticelli and Ruben were fascinated with the female form, its subtle curves, and the extremities it could possess."

Angela lifted him under the shoulders to allow him to see the works which, unfittingly Taylor felt for a museum humans could visit, were all set at Carer height.

"Aren't all those women so beautiful?" Angela asked, kissing his cheek. "Not as beautiful as me, though, hmmm?"

"At last, with the birth of the internet, humanity was able to communicate together for the first time, and it soon became apparent that this love of massive women was hardly unique." Carer Lenara gestured broadly, as they entered a much larger gallery.

Taylor blushed deeply red as baroque art swiftly gave way to what could only be described as the worst excesses of internet depravity. A plethora of absurdly voluptuous women panelled every wall as the walls themselves were a tapestry of degeneracy.

"Oh my..." One Carer remarked, gently cradling the woman in her arms who may have been in her thirties but for all the world seemed little over twenty in her Carer's arms.

The stairs, like the paintings, were sized for Carers, and Taylor had to clamber up each one to keep up with Angela.

"Let me know if you want me to carry you sweetie..." She offered, waiting at the top of the first set of steps.

Taylor defiantly shook his head. Nothing about this was right, yet he couldn't make his mind frame the reasons why. The more he looked, though, the clearer things became, so he soldiered on.

"Now some of these images are quite shocking, so if you or your little one begin to feel distressed please feel free to make use of the nursing chairs in our privacy rooms." She gestured to several doors in a corner which, from the view he saw of inside one, led to massive chairs in a cozy and dimly lit room. Inside, he could see several Carers crying, and one was hugging their charge to the centre of her chest as if he might fly away at any moment. Indeed, given the look on the guy's face, he seemed to wish that was what he could do.

"Here we have a timeline of Carer integration into human society. From our first contact, to our first speech at the primitive Human Assembly, before it was fully absorbed into the Carer Earth Council."

That wasn't what it was called, Taylor's mind reeled, yet couldn't summon a correct name in its place. Indeed, the more he looked, the more he began to doubt his own memories.

It was a large collage, stretching across one wall of the room, displaying images which showed some of the worst moments of human history. Battlefields littered with corpses and nuclear bomb blasts were framed by famine, pollution, pestilence and hunger. Depravity reigned, until all of this disunity and horror led up to a singular event portrayed in the centre. There was a mural of the first carers arriving on Earth, wreathed in light and holding a glowing orb between their breasts as they descended from the heavens to bring salvation to the throngs of suffering, ignorant humanity below.

Opposite it was a new collage, images displaying many of the most beneficial moments since Carers had arrived. The repair of the ozone layer, end of fossil fuels, universal declaration of world peace, unification of humanity under one government and more. Terraforming the deserts into gardens, stabilizing the environment, and of course the plenty and bounty which accompanied all this. Taylor couldn't help but notice, however, that as the timeline went further along, fewer and fewer humans were present in the photos he saw. More often than not they were attached at the hip of a Carer or, in some cases, were seen peeking out from the cleavage of a powerful alien woman, wrapped in the silks of her robes.

The combined effect of the two murals was immediate. Some Carers without human companions wept at images of humans who had suffered and died. "What a waste," one whispered, and could be heard by the minds of all nearby. Some humans there seemed confused, even frightened, burrowing themselves into the breasts of their Carers as if to hide from the images themselves. One was having a full panic attack and tried to run from the room, only for a Carer who worked for the museum to rush forward to comfort them -- although they seemed eager to escape from that comfort.

It was shocking. Even Taylor was surprised to see just how bad the world had been before. A nagging part of him knew it wasn't right, and Taylor felt an eerie chill at what was so obviously a rewriting of history, or at the very least, an extremely non-generous view of it. Even so, Taylor was in two minds about it. It hadn't been all bad, had it? It was so hard to remember, though, and the only evidence left was that which the Carers now chose to let them see. What worried him more was that he wasn't sure quite when he had begun to forget how bad things had apparently been.

"Here we see the first Carer vessels arriving on Earth... and here, our first human emigrants to the Carer homeworld - so brave, going off with their Mommies to a better life. As you know, many, many more have left since. In fact, over seven hundred million humans have now been relocated to our homeworld!"

A hundred million? Taylor tried to put that number into reference... How many humans were there? He tried to remember. The maths alone was already making his head hurt though, and a slight pain he distantly remembered from some time in the past was rearing in the back of his mind.

"Are you okay, Taylor?" Angela bent down, and held his cheek. "I knew it, you need Mommy to carry you don't you..."

"I don't... it's not..." He whined, looking back down the hallway.

None of it was right, he knew that, but why couldn't he remember what WAS right?

"Awww, it's okay honey, nothing to be embarrassed about! Up you come..."

As she settled him in against her chest, the gentle sway of her massive bust was rocking against him, making it if anything even harder to focus.

"Now we move on to the final exhibit. A monument to Carer-Human relations."

Entering a room at the end of the hall, there was a statue of one Carer standing proudly beside another. However, carved against their bodies, beneath and between their breasts, were the forms of a man and woman, much smaller, and evidently trapped... though that was not how it was described.

"Here we have them, mankind, in the loving arms of their Carers."

Taylor looked around the room, full of murals, paintings, all of which were classic pieces of human art... only modified to contain Carers. The Mona Lisa was a ten foot tall goddess, with a decidedly non-innocent smile. The Venus de Milo was depicted with arms, which were squeezing together a quite literally monumental bust. One by one, every human accomplishment, every cultural milestone, had been vandalised by the Carers, subsumed into their control...

In a way, it truly was a monument to their rule of the Earth.

However, Taylor eventually looked past the art to the shape of the room, the walls, the floor... and felt an all-too-recent memory coming forth.

He knew this room... in fact, he knew it well.

It was his old office. The building, the museum... this was where he used to work.

A military installation... and now it was merely a symbol of Carer control.

He spun on the spot, looking this way and that, until he ran face first into Angela's thighs.

"Awww, it's okay honey, it's a little overwhelming isn't it?"

"B-b-but... this isn't a museum, it's..."

"Don't be silly honey, it's a museum!"

"No, I mean, it wasn't before, it was-"

Angela lifted him in front of her, rubbing her nose to his.

"Awww, you remember this place from before hmm? Such a clever boy... I was wondering if you would. Right over there is where your desk used to be!"

Taylor leaned into her thighs, her soothing caress calming him as he felt his mind running laps.

"Then you retired, remember? All the work translating was done, so we went to live our lives together. After that we Carers wanted to do something special with the place, so here we are."

His breathing slowed the longer he breathed in her scent. As her hand caressed his neck, he crooned into her touch.

"Is that Taylor? Oh wow!" The Carer leading the tour announced, and bent over to flash an absurd depth of cleavage in front of his face. "I worked here at the same time as you! I was kept on as a tour guide once reconstruction was done. I was at your leaving party!"

For a moment a flash of heat swept his body as a memory of hot, sweaty flesh entombing him sent a shiver through him.

"O-oh... y-yeah..."

"I thought you would, you had a lot of fun at that party... and so did I. I'm Carer Lily."

She licked her lips as she spoke, and Taylor's heart skipped a beat. Maybe she had been the one who had...

"Well, I think that's enough excitement for one day. I'm sure we'll be back soon though."

"Oh, please do come back, you two are welcome any time..." Carer Lily said softly inside his mind, reaching down to trace a finger down his chest. "Especially this little cutie right here."

He blushed, gently touching at the spot where her finger had passed, feeling his skin reacting far more than he had expected to her touch.

"I'm still waiting to be assigned my own human," she sighed longingly, as she gently fondled his much smaller body. "Angela if you ever need someone to babysit, or if you just ever wanted some help with this sweet little darling, don't hesistate to ask. I'd love the chance to get some practice with such an adorable boy before I finally get one of my own."

Angela smiled at that, but even so, pulled him to her a little tighter, perhaps a little protective at the thought of not having a human of her own.