Chapter 3
Taylor found himself once again standing awkwardly by the door, waiting for Lieutenant Avery and Carer Mataya to call him into their office. Sometimes he was left waiting there for hours. He tried not to pry, but it was difficult not to hear when they argued so loudly, and so often. Avery, it transpired, was determined not to surrender another inch of the department to the Carers, and Taylor could only admire his conviction. Yet as he stood and listened in Carer Mataya’s sheer insistence was ominous.
Her voice seemed to undercut any authority, any hope of independence or agency Avery tried to project. Her most cutting remarks were always sandwiched with the kindest words, and underpinned by that ever present Carer charm, but it was difficult not to imagine her as leaning directly onto Avery, pressing her body on top of his in equal measure as she pressed the issues so fervently. She seemed to possess the perfect mix of a doting but disciplinary mother figure to make the Officer’s otherwise reasonable behaviour appear petulant and childish merely by implication. Despite his reservations, Taylor couldn’t help but peek inside through a crack in the door.
Mataya was leaning across the desk, her tremendous breasts resting on the tabletop as she hungrily stared down the man across from her who - given his smaller size - couldn’t help but look like cornered prey.
“I know you have good intentions, Lieutenant, but your efforts thus far in this program are simply lacking. You really are so skilled at what you do, I know you are, and I’m very impressed by the progress you made without our help…” she spoke gushingly, as if praising a child’s drawing she was about to put on the fridge, “but your teams simply need better guidance! That is what we’re here to do for you, after all, to guide you. We should assign a Carer to every team to assist them directly - all these security checks and protocols you keep insisting on are simply inhibiting our progress.”
Avery remained indignant, however his voice had begun to fray at the edges. It had been days of this, a constant unending battle of wills in which Mataya leapt at every chance to lovingly demean Avery, crushing any shred of confidence he displayed beneath the weight of her sheer charisma, and the very real weight of her body. The man was fighting a losing battle, however valiantly, but he simply did not stand a chance against the massive, motherly alien who seemed entirely intent on subverting him at every possible turn. Yet he was still the authority in the department, at least, for as long as he held strong. As long as he held out, Mataya couldn’t act against him… at least not directly.
“Come in, Taylor.” She said, suddenly, interrupting Avery’s chance at a rebuttal as if she somehow had known he was going to speak, and what the man was going to say, before even he did.
Taylor jumped as he nearly fell into the room while pushing the door open wide.
“Well?” Avery asked irritably.
It was obvious his nerves were shot. Taylor didn’t envy him, sitting across the table from a woman with the body of a goddess would undoubtedly have worn on the will of any man.
“We’ve gotten a report from team three,” Taylor spoke measuredly, trying not to get roped into the debate he had just interrupted if he could help it, “they’re working on a new cypher branch but can’t seem to make heads or tails of it.”
Avery snatched the paper from Taylor’s hands as he leaned over the desk and skimmed over it, gripping the paper tighter than he needed to. Carer Mataya reached out to stroke Taylor’s arm affectionately, giving him a broad smile.
“Damn it!” Avery let loose the breath he had been holding at last, slamming Taylor’s report to the desk. “How long have they been working on this? They’ve been looking at the wrong symbol set entirely!”
“Well, sir, I have made some progress myself.” He added, thinking it might brighten the man’s mood. “I think I’ve managed to crack the numeric branch. These repeating symbols throughout the text that bunch together in patterns seem to represent alphanumeric systems. Once I understood zero it became easier to…”
Taylor froze, as while Avery was looking to him with some hope, Carer Mataya’s face was darker, like a pit viper reared and ready to strike a morsel within its reach, and her grip on his arm had tightened. Then, so quickly he could have sworn her prior look was just a trick of the light, her features softened and glowed like an indulgent preschool teacher preparing to put a gold star on a bright student’s dinosaur drawing. Still, her broad grin belied a colder stare.
“Of c-course,” Taylor stammered, “it’s only thanks to the translation guides that Carer Mataya’s teams have been providing. Only when I realised just how… uh, complex the language is did I try this route.”
It was a lie. If anything he was sure those translation guides were only slowing him down.
Taylor tried to subtly back away from the pair, gently attempting to prise his arm from Mataya’s surprisingly strong grip, hoping that if he was close to the door he’d be dismissed out of convenience. However, Mataya held him firmly, unwilling to let him go as she leaned closer to Avery while he sank his face into his hands, as if she were relishing in the revelation. Her titanic breasts slowly spilled out, spreading across the table to conquer more and more of its real estate until they were devouring the paperwork Avery had dropped. In a way it was not too unlike how she had begun to take control of the department, and indeed, the way the Carers had begun to spread amongst mankind.
“You see?” She murmured, smug confidence oozing from every pore, “This kind of thing wouldn’t happen with a Carer leading the team. Poor dears… our language is so complex, they must have gotten confused by the documentation we sent them…”
Avery grimaced at her for a moment over the rim of the paper, meeting her lidded gaze, but couldn’t find the words to voice his suspicions. He simply resumed the humiliating task of trying to pull the paperwork back out from under her conquering breasts so he could determine just how many days his team had been wasting their efforts for.
Resting her head in her hands, elbows hidden behind the breasts which now threatened to entirely cover the table, Mataya merely twirled her finger through her hair. With a calculated smile, she made her offer.
“Perhaps we should start with just one team, was it number three did you say, Taylor?”
Taylor couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and simply nodded. Every little move she made sent those breasts into shivers, and he was worried at that moment what would happen if he tried to speak.
“Mmmm… I’ll have to keep an eye on you Taylor.” She said, softly, and slowly Mataya’s hand drifted across the table towards Avery.
“Just one team… and we’ll see if that improves their work.”
With almost frightening alacrity, but so gently he didn’t notice at first, Mataya gently grasped Avery’s wrist.
“Just… one team.” Avery spat, and her grip tightened with a wicked, victorious smile.
***
Three days passed and Taylor made every excuse he could to avoid their office, but eventually he could stall no longer. Much to his surprise, however, Taylor entered their shared office to find Avery and Mataya sitting side by side, poring over documentation. For some reason it made Taylor happy to see them together, something about humans and Carers being together stirred a warm, fuzzy feeling in the back of his mind.
‘At least they’re not arguing’, he added as an afterthought.
“As you see, Lieutenant, team three is making remarkable progress with Carer Eliza’s assistance,” she grinned, and reached over to pull a document into his view - which just so happened to cause her massive breast to brush up against his shoulder in the process.
“Uh, Sir… Ma’am.” Taylor announced himself, and placed his own report on the desk.
“Taylor,” Avery exhaled.
He seemed almost relieved to have someone interrupt them, and with some effort extricated himself from Mataya’s side. However she had chosen precisely that moment to lean over and press against him which made it all the more difficult. Standing askew from the sudden lack of weight pressing on him - physically and mentally, Taylor wagered - he took Taylor’s report while Mataya looked on in passive satisfaction. However Avery’s smile at Taylor’s interruption sank when he saw Taylor’s expression. Flipping through the first two pages, he skipped to the last, and put it back down.
“How is your work coming along, Taylor?” Mataya asked, sounding as though her tongue were rolling around every word even though her lips didn’t move.
After the two men shared a glance, Taylor turned back and tried to force himself to maintain eye contact with her, although her neckline seemed to be plunging to even more scanty depths today than previously.
“I’ve not made any progress on this channel. All my methods… they didn’t, uh...”
“Oh, what a shame!” Mataya mentally poured forth her condolence, speaking over any chance Avery had to frame the news. “Would it help you to have some oversight like team three? They’ve made remarkable progress in just the last few hours alone! Or… would you perhaps like it if I came through to your office and gave you some… hands on assistance?”
He felt sweat prickle across his body at the thought of being alone in a room with Carer Mataya, her entendres aside. Hell, he saw how easily she had impressed herself upon a strong willed man like Avery, and doubted he would have lasted a minute in the man’s shoes.
Avery saved him, however, interjecting.
“Not an option,” he stated flatly, placing the report face down as if to hide the lack of progress.
“Oh, of course…” Mataya soothed, grasping Avery’s arm possessively as she did so and gently but insistently putting him back to his place by her side. “You need me here, Lieutenant, to… assist you with your efforts. I guess this just shows we need a Carer working with every team, then!”
She announced this news cheerily, even if it came as a death knell to what little excuse for security remained within the department. When Avery opened his mouth to object, she merely wrapped an arm around him and pressed him closer to her in a celebratory hug, which also just happened to smother any response. The massive woman’s body easily dwarfed his, and any chance of resisting her decision died then and there between those massive tits.
At first the man seemed to be trying to push her away, but soon it was difficult to tell. He may have been struggling, slowly being swallowed by her colossal bosom, or perhaps he was trying to bury himself more deeply into the warm, inviting embrace of her cleavage.
“That will be all, Taylor…” Mataya dismissed him with a grin, “I will be in touch with you soon. Or rather, one of my fellow Carers will be...”
Taylor wasn’t sure how to respond. What was he supposed to do? Should he say something? For a moment he thought of objecting to her treatment of his commanding officer, but the longer he stared into that woman’s eyes - burning back as if they could see into his very soul and washing away his very thoughts - the harder it became to even contemplate resisting her. As he wilted under her gaze and backed out to leave, he thought he saw Mataya’s arm curl just a little tighter around the Lieutenant, pressing him ever firmer into her unearthly bosom.
***
Avery had seemed like a rock in the storm before, unmoving as wave after wave crashed upon him. Yet seeing how on edge and weary he had been rendered by Carer Mataya had done near the same to Taylor, leaving him uneasy about the prospect of working directly with one of them. He had wanted to make at least some progress, to show that he didn’t need some busty giantess pressing into his shoulder to do his job, and yet he somehow just couldn’t make progress. Dimly he wondered if the long hours spent staring at massive alien tits bobbing up and down so delightfully might have cut into his work hours somewhat. Regardless, beneath it all he was now truly beginning to grow concerned. It was hard to say exactly why, as his mind seemed to always rationalise the changes being made, but the irk remained.
In the end his efforts had proven fruitless. The Carers - or rather a single Carer he corresponded with - had provided him with translation guides, but if anything they only seemed to make the process more difficult. Each time they gave him a new one it was in ever-more-condescendingly simple diction, yet that merely left him having to spend further hours reading through their ever more labyrinthine and ephemeral instructions.
‘It’s almost as if… no’, he banished the thought without even letting it settle, yet slowly it returned once more as if floating back to the surface.
He looked uneasily at the growing pyramid of increasingly larger translation volumes by his desk. How could a race so advanced struggle to convey their own language in simple terms? It had been over a year now, and he still felt no closer to understanding it. In the background the portable TV on his desk, and its ever busty host, announced that another batch of the rich and famous had been shipped off to the Carer homeworld.
He noticed that this latest batch of immigrants had begun to incorporate some Carer clothing into their ensembles. Indeed, the silky fabric of the Carers was seen peeking out from beneath fashionable suit jackets, or had itself been tailored to resemble more human clothing. One woman he recognised from a popular reality program stole the show, however, with a flowing elegant ball gown fashioned entirely from Carer silk, being led by an absolutely stunning Carer who held her by the hand like a dazed school girl. The prize of the show had been a date with a Carer, and it seemed the date had gone quite well if they were moving together to another planet. Taylor chuckled to himself at that.
The news announcer returned, bouncing slightly in her seat as she droned on about the wonderful life those lucky few were about to enjoy. Longingly, he stared as those huge tits swayed gently in his vision, and behind them people were funnelled aboard yet another starship.
Taylor winced for a moment as he tried to remember what he’d been thinking about before, as his thoughts suddenly felt wrapped in cotton candy. The thought grated, it was like trying to claw through a wall of fluff built up around his mind over months.
The people, the humans, those celebrities slowly filing aboard the ship, each held firmly by the shoulder… they didn’t quite seem themselves. Their demeanours were so calm, so docile. Were they all just nervous? One would have thought they would be more animated at the prospect of imminent departure for another planet. Their bodies seemed… frail. Smaller somehow. It was difficult to tell, as always, given that anybody would seem slight in comparison to the giant women accompanying them, and yet it was almost as if…
“Taylor?”
The voice surprised him, as he realised it wasn’t the device on his desk talking within his head. Standing just a few feet from him was a Carer… and she was one of the largest he had ever seen.
Her baby-pink robes were glistening in the light and, unlike most other Carers, they seemed to be fitted far tighter on her body. Indeed he noticed a thin sash tied around her waist, yet the effect of this only seemed to accentuate her truly mind-boggling curves.
The Carer’s body was like that of the others, with proportions equally ludicrous, only moreso. Her calves were supple and toned, albeit still large befitting her frame, no doubt from keeping such tremendous mass aloft. However, swiftly burgeoning out were deep fleshy thighs that simply screamed softness, framing her equally thick hips which masked an equally incomprehensible derriere.
A plump but toned stomach seemed to defy her otherwise absurdly buxom build, yet that itself was mostly overshadowed - quite literally - by her absolutely massive bosom. Each was easily far larger than his head, indeed, each probably swelled as wide as his shoulders, and together doubtlessly dwarfed his whole frame.
She was, if possible, even more stunningly beautiful than Carer Mataya - and Taylor struggled to find his voice.
“Y-uh-yes,” he croaked, swiftly crossing his legs despite his rapidly tightening trousers already being well disguised behind the desk… at least from human eyes.
Her seemingly innocent smile rapidly developed into a knowing grin as she sauntered closer to his desk.
“Oh wonderful, you’re just the man I’ve been looking for…” she mused, as she gently traced her fingers down her chest.
It was only then he realised that he had never actually been alone in a room with a Carer until that moment. He had met delegations or groups in public, especially as the military had downsized and become increasingly more integrated with the Carers. He had been in Avery and Mataya’s office of course, but had never been the sole focus of their attentions one on one.
The effect was immediate.
That usual pleasant buzz which sank into the back of his mind in their presence became all encompassing, a smothering, tingling warmth which left him feeling lethargic. The feeling of a numbed sleeping limb seemed to settle in over his consciousness, and in that moment it was a struggle to think of anything but her. His thoughts felt sluggish and hard to form. It was far easier to settle back into the pleasant blanket of warmth that her mind was settling over him, and to let her dominate his thoughts.
Instantly he was transfixed, unable to look away from her eyes as she caressed her own supple form, and his heart skipped several beats before it began to hammer harder to make up for it. Even as he tried to claim back some of his concentration from the powerful mind now speaking directly to him, to break the hold her eyes held over his, they merely strayed to her immense body. Soon his thoughts were all but entirely buried under a tidal wave of desire and lust.
For a split second, he had the vision of himself being buried under a similar tidal wave, though the desire and lust took the form of this massive alien woman’s body. He felt, if only for a moment, her soft, warm, pliable flesh sinking in atop him, coating him, enveloping him. The thought passed, and he shook his head. Just a daydream, he supposed.
With each step her body shuddered in ways that made her every supple curve jiggle, and her sheer size compared to him became ever more blatant; even had he been standing he would have appeared as little more than a child next to her. As she closed in on him like a hungry predator, placing one hand on his desk and leaning over, closer and closer, it was hard not to feel cornered - trapped by this massive woman who had apparently been hunting him.
As she dipped forward, her cavernous cleavage came ever more into view, and grew deeper and deeper as a single fingertip played at the hem of her silky gown, gently pushing in and out of the tremendous fold of her breasts in a far from subtle gesture.
Stammering, utterly at a loss of how to respond, he merely sank back in his chair as this giantess increasingly loomed over him, the desk providing no protection from her advances given her sheer size. As her massive breasts grew closer and closer to him he tried to pull away, but couldn’t get enough purchase.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to show you…” she whispered in his mind huskily, her tongue flicking as if to taste the air.
Her lips parted and he could smell her sweet breath enveloping him, even as her body was threatening to do the same. As her breasts began to press into the tabletop his work was slowly being pushed aside as the unstoppable tide of tits marched ever closer to his trapped body.
Only as her fingers began to dive into her cleavage, truly stretching the limits of what her already heavily burdened clothing could handle, did he manage a response.
“L-look whoever you are th-this isn’t-”
A flash across her eyes stole his thoughts from him, however, and he didn’t realise until a few moments later he’d been holding his breath. Slowly, he realised, her hand was holding something directly in front of his eyes, which she had withdrawn from within her immense bust.
It was a thinly laminated ID card, with her grinning visage staring at him with almost the same relaxed intensity as her real one did, just behind. A strange floral scent soon overwhelmed his senses, at once both familiar and yet… totally alien. It was like something half remembered from childhood, as if someone had reached into his memories and reproduced it, only for it to be mixed with some exotic spice he couldn’t identify. His cock, however, was almost instinctively aware of what it was, and strained to be free of its confinement and sink itself into the source of that musk.
For a moment his vision blurred as he inhaled that heady scent, only to settle on the source of the delightful aroma. As his eyes wandered past the card in her fingers into the dark, inviting confines of her cleavage, he had a vision of himself being pulled into that warm sea of flesh even as her hand stroked the back of his head.
He shook himself irritably, trying to claw back his senses and clear the fantasy from his mind. All the while, he realised, she had been looking down at him with a very self satisfied smile.
“I’m Carer Angela, I’m here to… supervise your efforts?” She offered, seeming merely mildly amused by his predicament, as his chair was now precariously leaning back and on the verge of tipping.
“H-hi,” he breathed, and almost automatically reached out a hand.
She licked her lips slightly, and pressed forwards even further, bringing her face to within a few inches of his as she took his hand… yet in the process, pinned his entire arm under her breast as its bountiful softness buried him up to the shoulder. She gently shook the hand which protruded from the other side.
“It’s so nice to finally…. mmmm, meet you.” She looked him up and down once again, and he could have sworn her eyes lingered on his crotch just a little too long. “I must say, you are even more pleasing to see in person. The file I was provided on you doesn’t do you justice.”
“You have a… file on me?” He asked, trying to keep his voice from quavering as he tried to straighten himself.
Carer Angela only continued to smile a beatific little smile, like a mother explaining a simple lesson to an erstwhile ignorant child.
“Of course we do. We have files on nearly everyone… who we work with. It’s essential so that when, or if I should say, they are assigned a Carer that they are… compatible. We always wish to ensure a smooth and friendly working relationship should that eventuality arise, which of course in this case it has. We are going to be working very, very closely together,” at that, she pressed her body in closer to the table, bringing her immensely supple form so close he could feel the heat from her skin, “and I can tell just by looking at you now in person just how easy it will be to… work with you.”
She scrunched her nose in a cute smile, but it belied far less innocent thoughts.
“It’s so easy for me to speak to your mind. I can tell we made the right choice, it’s almost like we were… made for each other.”
At that, Taylor thought for a moment he saw a deeply ravenous, almost primal hunger flash across her eyes as she looked him up and down, as if appraising a show horse… or cattle.
“We have spoken before, of course.”
Her words punctured the swollen-to-bursting tension between them as she stood upright once more. Yet all the while her eyes were moving across his, as if searching for something; though her lips remained pursed as her voice intoned within his mind.
“W-we have?” He gasped, feeling her pillowy bosom caress his chest as she at last freed his arm, standing upright once more to her full height.
“Why yes, I’ve been providing you with quite extensive translation manuals,” she explained, looking to one side at the mountain of books which now came up to the level of his desk, “every time you requested a new one I have been doing everything I can to make it more… mmmm, manageable for you.”
A chunk of ice settled into the bottom of his stomach as he recognised her name at last. Carer Angela. She was his opposite number amongst the aliens. It was she who had been diligently dumbing down the materials he requested, providing ever lengthier and more infantile instructions; and now here she was in person, to ‘help’ him in his work after she had demonstrated her superior intellect to such a didactic degree… much to his chagrin.
“Oh… of course.” He murmured in grim realisation
She began to tour his office, taking in the dozens of graphs and pinned documents he had been using to try to export his frustrated mind onto the walls around him.
“Carer Mataya told me you’re a very diligent worker, Taylor. It’s so sweet to see how hard you’re working here… It would be much easier if you just let us Carers take over the translation efforts, of course…” She turned to sweetly grin, bending forward once more to bring her eyes into line with his. “But you humans are quite independent. It’s… charming, the way you seem to want to hold on to some of what your world used to be before we came.”
He chewed his lip a little at her remarks, but couldn’t deny she was right. Somehow it was hard not to think of humanity as petulant, though he wasn’t sure quite why he had that view of things. Dimly, he thought it might have been a result of watching so much Carer broadcasting. Still, it wasn’t without merit. A year on from the arrival of the Carers and many stubbornly clung to the old ways when things had so obviously changed.
Even so, to hear her describe a year of his work that way was pushing at the limits of the pride he still held on to. He was far from anti-Carer. Indeed, the protests and xenophobic backlash of the first year had been a rather embarrassing speed bump in the growth of their species’ relationship. One he was glad to be a fading memory of the past. That said, he still didn’t exactly appreciate her diminutive language.
“We’re a decryption unit, we’re not doing translation here.”
He struggled to get the words out, feeling almost as if her whole body was pressing in atop him as he spoke, making doing so much harder than it should have been. Why was he struggling to put words together? It might have had something to do with the giant woman with the body of a goddess in front of him, he supposed. She provided a very apt distraction, as he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Oh, yes. Of course… my mistake.”
She smiled, fixing him with a bemused stare for a moment before she continued.
“Please don’t misunderstand, Taylor. I must say I’m very impressed by the progress that’s been made, even if you needed a lot of help from us…” She continued, and began to read over some of the paperwork scattered on his desk which she had so recently sent scattering asunder with her breasts. “But that’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re only here to help, after all.”
Given how their department had been whittled away over time, he was probably one of the few people in the country still trying to independently translate their works - and it would have been a difficult job even back in the heyday of the cryptography branch. Despite the backhanded nature, he took the compliment.
He still deliberately hid his waist well beneath the woodwork, lest she realise just how much of an effect she was having on him. Then again, the way she smiled at his words made him wonder if she couldn’t somehow tell regardless that his cock was practically throbbing against the underside of his desk as she flouted her obscenely thick form.
“Maybe we’ll surprise you yet. After all, we did get some numerals correct…” he added, though the boast sounded rather hollow when he said it out loud.
“Oh my, of course. Humanity has come so far… but I meant you specifically, Taylor. I came here in person to help you because of the remaining human teams your department has shown the most… promise.”
She lifted one of her titanic legs up just enough to sit on his desk, and the ageing piece groaned under her weight.
“That’s why I’m here, to… oversee your efforts. When we saw that a human was making such progress we felt the need to… mmmm… jump on it.”
A predatory glint crossed her features as she looked him up and down once more, as if he was just a piece of meat.
“Such a strong and willful mind like yours requires an equally powerful mind to care for it properly,” she intoned her voice with velvet softness within his mind, and a somnolent wave of relaxation and happiness settled over him at what he was almost sure was supposed to be a compliment.
Swallowing, Taylor tried to adjust himself and appear more relaxed than he was, but his pants were now feeling decidedly too tight.
“That’s… um… thank you, Carer Angela. That means a lot.”
“Oh, but of course dear! We wouldn’t want your efforts going to waste. I’m here to make sure you’re making… let’s just say, the right kind of progress.” She trailed a finger along his desktop, before bringing it up to rest on her waist. Angela smiled as she noticed him following her finger the entire time. “Of course, I must admit, I was all too eager to meet you in person.”
Her face brightened, and her lips parted softly as she laughed politely. It was strange, to hear a laugh you knew wasn’t making any real noise.
“I’ve been following your work very closely, you’re truly quite an impressive specimen of the human species Taylor. I really am looking forward to getting to know you just as… closely.” Her brow furrowed as she looked down on him. “I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to learn that you would be my responsibility from now on.”
Grinning politely, Taylor stood up after a few moments as he processed quite what the words she spoke in his head had intended.
“Thanks… it was, uh, so nice to meet you Angela. So… I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other?”
She seemed to smile, as if at some joke only she had heard.
“Oh yes… much more.”