To Care for Man

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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, there's something I've been meaning to ask you." Angela held him close, breathing from her nose into his hair and allowing her breath to cascade down his back, tickling the fine hairs there in a way that was just so soothing.

"Mmmm?" Was all he could manage. Exhaustion did not begin to cover it.

"I've always wanted someone to call my own. You're everything I could have wanted, and more."

He pressed his head into her chest a little closer, as it was the only sign of life his tired body could perform anymore. Angela smiled down at him, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"You don't know, Taylor. It was so lonely. Years and years of travel through the stars, going out and colonising worlds, building our society... but even with the galaxy at our feet, we longed for something we had forgotten."

He nodded, slowly, listening pretty intently. Angela had never spoken about the past. Not in any great detail that he could recall, at least.

"We were worried. We feared our love would never truly be satisfied. Then it happened - we received the first radio signals from your world. The more we listened to your broadcasts, the more we watched, the more excited we got. Taylor... we couldn't believe our luck. An entire world full of little ones... in desperate need of Mommies."

She sighed contentedly, squeezing him to her chest.

"We were destined for each other. Not just you and me... but all of us. You just need help to... accept that."

He tried to mumble a response, but she seemed happy to bury his words in her bosom, and for a while they just lay there locked in her embrace.

"Taylor... There's something I want us to watch together." She said, letting him go at last, but pulling him tightly to her side.

It was so calming just being in her presence. Breathing her in. Exciting, at the same time. Even after as long as they had known each other, all they had done together, the giddy high of a new romance just... never seemed to fade. Every day felt as bright and new as the last. Sometimes it was hard to remember everything. Angela would mention something and he would struggle to recall it, only for the memory to suddenly become clear... although it never quite felt like it was his own memory. Rather it was like someone had filmed it for him - just close enough to feel right, and yet little things seemed... off.

Still, that was hardly a complaint. Loving someone so much you lose track of things was probably one of the best problems to have.

A white light began to shine from the Carer TV in their bedroom, and he looked on idly, until... he felt his chest lighten. He realised he had taken a deep breath without noticing.

"Breathe deeply..." A voice from the TV spoke directly into his mind.

Had the voice come before or after his breath? Suddenly it was difficult to tell. After a few moments he exhaled.

"Imagine that same weightless feeling every day. The air on our homeworld is so fresh, so pure, that every moment feels that way."

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared on screen.

"I'm Lucy Caberet." The actress smiled, slackly, head resting a little on her own shoulder. "I chose to move to the Carer Homeworld because I fell in love with someone I couldn't live without."

A figure appeared behind her, and the famous Carer Rosa was passionately kissing her from behind as the girl squealed and giggled in her chair.

"We live here, together, in a life of total bliss. Everything they promised us and more can be found here. We owe the Carers such a debt. They left this paradise to help us, to try to make our world as wonderful as theirs..."

The two kissed again, and Carer Rosa took over.

"However, it will be some time before Earth can become near to its full potential. That is why so many humans have chosen to move to the homeworld with their Carers. To live here... forever."

As the video played, gentle music permeated Taylor's mind. Like the trickling of water, and a dozen other forms of white noise, it seemed to smooth out his thoughts, making it so much easier to listen.

He almost thought he could hear a voice in the background, whispering softly, but the harder he tried to focus on it the less focused his own thoughts became.

"Just relax... and allow us to show you the life that awaits you here."

More bright, white light enveloped Taylor as he felt a blissful feeling take over his mind. It was a few moments before he realised that Angela was gently petting his cock, even as she held him firmly to her side.

"By now, if you're watching this video, you will have already seen just how much your life has improved by having a Carer to love you and take care of you."

Angela kissed his ear, and whispered.

"I think my good little boy is more than aware of that, isn't he."

He grinned, the love he felt for Angela was now almost... frightening. He couldn't imagine a life without her. His life before... Well, he could barely remember it. That showed how much better life was now, though, right?

A kindly looking Carer addressed the viewers. After a few moments, Taylor recognised her. It was the leader of the Carers. The Matriarch. She was the one who had spoken on TV back in... Taylor struggled to remember its name. A long time ago, anyway. She was simply massive. A head taller than even the other Carers. He may not have remembered where he first saw her, but he certainly remembered the impact it had. His first view of the Carers had been her massive, voluptuous body.

"Any humans who do not yet have a Carer assigned to them, don't worry, the Carers are working day and night to hunt down every single person on Earth who has not yet been paired with one. We know these people are struggling, hungry, scared, and confused. We only want to help them."

An image appeared of a group of Carers in skintight bodysuits sweeping through what he distantly recognised as an abandoned church from what seemed like an eternity ago now. As they moved, holding odd devices in front of them, they came upon the altar in the centre of the stage. They tossed it aside with seeming ease despite its weight, pointing at a hidden door beneath.

While the footage was silent, the panicked looks on the faces of the humans being pulled out was palpable. One by one, the Carers removed them from their hiding spot, each grinning triumphantly. Some cried, while some thrashed futilely in their much stronger arms, yet one by one each was stripped and wrapped in Carer silks in a practiced manner by the aliens who had discovered them. One young woman made a break for the entrance, only to be scooped up by a laughing Carer as she silently communicated with her compatriots.

Unzipping her jumpsuit, she slowly and almost cruelly slid the crying girl feet first down into her bountiful cleavage, entombing the girl against her hot, voluptuous body. At first the girl's limbs could be seen to be pushing and thrashing beneath the skintight material, but as her captor ran a soothing hand across her body through the slick jumpsuit her struggles slowly died down. Indeed, once that hand found its way to the parting between the trapped girls legs, the girl was squirming for an altogether different reason.

"We know there are still holdouts hidden in some remote areas who have not yet gotten to experience the pure love and affection we Carers can provide... but we will find you, eventually. No one can resist forever."

The Matriarch's eyes glowed faintly for a moment as she glared from the screen. An image of silver ships scanning the ground from above, fanning out across the globe briefly emphasised her point.

"Your ideal partner is waiting for you. She's trying to find you right now, as we speak. We know there are those of you who hold on to silly, old fashioned ideas like self determination, or independence... but are any of those really as important as the love and fulfilment that comes from finding the person you were destined to be with? Your... soulmate?"

The Matriarch patted her lap, lifting a dazed looking young man into her lap. He sported a rictus grin, permanently affixed to his face, and a thin line of drool ran down his cheek. His empty eyes stared at the Matriarch with total adoration as he pawed at her breast. She kissed him on the head like a favourite pet, and idly stroked his hair, as he snuggled against her and nestled into her touch - sighing in contentment.

Taylor could only cling to Angela's arm tighter, seeing something of himself in that guy's demeanour. He was so much happier now he was with her. After all, every memory he had before meeting her was long gone.

An image appeared on screen, showing a large stage with a few dozen humans, male and female. They were dressed in nothing but thin strips or sashes of Carer silk, as a large throng of the alien onlookers clamoured around the stage with ravenous hunger at the display. The crowd became animated as a symbol appeared on a massive Carer viewscreen behind them. The humans on the stage huddled together, looking almost... afraid.

A pair of truly massive carers jumped for joy into each other's arms, and rushed the stage to pick up a confused looking young man. They immediately began smothering him with maternal affection as gathered Carers looked on longingly... before their attentions returned to those humans still left on the stage with renewed hunger.

"The Rapid Adoption Program has been implemented here on the homeworld, a sure-fire way to be paired with the future love of your life. Though you may not make it to the stage, the demand for humans to care for is at an all-time fever pitch." The Matriarch explained, as the camera zoomed in on the young lad who was being thoroughly smothered by his two new Mommies.

Taylor briefly had a half-recalled image from the past, of Roman slave markets. Perhaps it was from a book he once read. However, even as the thought came, it dissolved into the pleasant background buzz which was now humming intensely in his mind. He instead focused his attention back on the screen as it shifted back to an image of a long line of Carers in elaborate, but extremely revealing robes. They displayed a level of flexibility and lithe agility that he didn't know Carers, such large creatures, were capable of.

"After the glorious success of Carer integration, the Homeworld recently celebrated our take over of your world. Our species has found an endless supply of young, supple bodies to fill the long empty holes in our... hearts."

A Carer in gold silks, wearing what may have been a military uniform, marched at the head of a procession with a flag depicting the planet Earth - albeit the planet was sandwiched between a massive pair of breasts, with a grinning face looking down on it from above. Behind her were hovering platforms, Taylor eventually recognising them as parade floats, each of which depicted a country on Earth. Aboard each platform, a Carer or sometimes several was holding a leader, or dignitary, of those nations in their arms. He realised at last that the man on the float passing by was once the President of the United States, now wrapped like a newborn in Carer silks, openly nursing from the breast of an alien in a highly decorative uniform.

He recognised her too... she had been sitting by the President's side when he signed the Unrestricted Immigration Act. Other Carers aboard were waving to the crowd, presenting ancient flags and artifacts of those nations which they had appropriated, encouraging the crowds of Carers around to cheer them on. Some leaders were similarly swaddled, while others were held aloft like living trophies among their Carers, or leashed and kept like pets at the sides of their new owners. They were paraded through a massive causeway, easily hundreds of meters wide, where he realised at last that millions of Carers were in attendance to see the former rulers of Earth paraded like prizes, taken as spoils of war.

"Of course, you'll get to experience Carer culture first hand once you're paired with a Carer who can... explain things to you. Humans so often misunderstand Carer culture, but traditional displays of Carer art, music and dance are a nightly occurrence."

The scene descended into what appeared for all intents to be a strip club mixed with a bathhouse from the wildest imagination. Carers bathed in pools alongside humans, or crowded stages where humans danced, sometimes alongside their Carers, sometimes not. Indeed, Taylor thought he saw one such dancer be plucked from the stage, clinging for dear life, only to be buried in a trio of thick alien bodies.

"Of course, we all know what every human wants deep down... and what every Carer enjoys most. What gives each of them the most pleasure, and brings them closer together than anything else..."

Blushing, Taylor anticipated the next screen would be little more than an orgy. He was surprised however when it was in fact far more reserved. A Carer and a girl who looked about twenty five were cuddling together on an extremely large, soft looking chair. She was sitting in the much larger alien woman's lap. They were both almost naked, true, yet rather than sexual it seemed much more wholesome.

On closer inspection, Taylor realised the girl was wearing bright pink gloves, and a collar around her neck was attached to a leash in her Carer's hand. As Taylor watched, he saw her trying to do something to her collar, but realised that the gloves she was wearing didn't have fingers. Seeming to sense her movement, her Carer tugged the leash a little to bring her closer, and brought her closer to her breast. The girl looked like she was feebly trying to push away, but her Carer easily overpowered her, pressing her face to her breast as tears crept down the girl's face.

The camera pulled back to reveal dozens of chairs, and dozens of Carers with humans in their laps.

"Of course, there is another type of pleasure we know every human loves... and so do we."

Blinking, Taylor was taken by surprise this time. Despite having guessed it, they blindsided him with the seemingly reserved breastfeeding exhibition.

The next scene took exhibitionism to a whole new level, however.

A veritable ocean of naked Carers were writhing like a living bed of thick, plump flesh. At least two dozen carers were oiling themselves, massaging each other, with humans caught between them. One girl was desperately trying to pull herself out of the combined cleavage of three massive mommies, unable to get a grip on their slippery flesh, her arm twitching in the air as she sank down into the pillowy, slick prison below.

Soft, oiled stomachs and thighs provided a bed upon which several humans were being held, dozens of hands descending on them as the three writhed and shrieked in a mix of pleasure and extremity.

Taylor grinned, idly, albeit a little nervous at what he was seeing. Why was Angela showing him this video?

Lucy Caberet stepped out onto a balcony overlooking an alien landscape which was utterly breathtaking. A colour palette of truly kaleidoscopic breadth suddenly blazed to life before Taylor's eyes.

"I watched a video very similar to the one you're watching now before I chose to come here."

Rosa squeezed her ass from behind, eliciting a shriek and a girlish giggle.

"By the end of it, I think you will come to the same choice." Rosa said, eyes blazing into the camera and never taking her eyes off it, even as she began to ravish the girl in her grip.

Angela was slowly moving her forefinger and thumb around his head now in small circles, never quite stroking his cock all at once. When he tried to move his hips, though, she merely lifted his legs up, placing one of her thighs underneath them, and then slowly placed her other thigh atop his legs, sandwiching them between her enormous thighs from his ankles to his waist.

"Uh uh, be a good boy and sit still... just watch the video sweetie. I think it might... change your mind."

As he watched, the screen became hazy. A riot of colour seemed to move in odd patterns, like what you might see when you close your eyes. Taylor, however, suddenly found it very difficult to close his eyes. In fact, he was feeling a very strong urge to keep watching...

Slow, lazy spirals appeared, and that whisper from before was back.

"Good boy..."

For a moment, he looked up to Angela, unsure if she was the one speaking. However, she merely smiled down at him... an almost pitying smile. She wrapped her arm around his neck and, a little more firmly, turned him back to stare at the screen. All the while, her fingertips ever so gently moved up and down around his head, with the same delicate touch one might lift a kitten by the neck.

"Good boy... Such a good boy..."

A spiral now faded into view, delicate purples and pinks which seemed never to come fully into resolution. Soon the spiral, slowly spinning, was joined by a massive pair of breasts, slowly moving back and forth.

"Nuzzle into your Mommy..."

Almost without thinking, he did as the voice said.

"Good boy..."

Lucy Caberet's naked body was being lowered onto the body of a Carer, who gently wrapped her arms around the girl, lasciviously touching her as she laid upon a bed of Carer flesh. Fingers appeared beneath her thighs, pushing up inside her as two more pressed into her mouth to turn her groans into whines as she hungrily sucked on them.

However, the girl looked up in foreboding as a second carer body lowered itself down atop her, fully entrapping the girl between them in a merciless show of bodily superiority. Muffled whimpers of sheer sexual bliss soon emerged as the twitching fingers of the once famous Hollywood actress were now all that was visible.

"Such a good boy... wouldn't you like to live here? Where Mommies would dote on you every moment of the day..."

Live there? Taylor's mind paused, trying to think, but as the spiral spun and the breasts bounced he could barely summon any thoughts at all.

"So much easier to just listen... give in and obey Mommy... do as Mommy says... be a good boy for Mommy..."

He felt his mind being filled with a base desire, a simple need for what he saw on screen. Yet, as he fidgeted in her grip, Angela would not let him go. Indeed, her achingly slow ministrations upon his cock were far from what he wanted.