Author: Sterling
Title: Catalyst Girls
Summary: The "Sweet RAD"
society has serious fertility problems, where it is a rare
pairing of man and woman that can produce a baby, with no way of
discovering which pairings will work. Then a few small girls are
discovered who have an urge to have the right man inject semen
into their vaginas through the opening and carry it to the right
woman to release it into her vagina to conceive a baby. Keywords:
Keywords: Mg, Mg(2-7), Fg, bg, mg, pedo, loli, preg, ScFi

The original "Sweet RAD" story is here:
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NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 8/12/2020.

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X.txt

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Catalyst Girls

Definition: "catalyst": a substance that increases the rate of a
chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent
chemical change.

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Humanity had faced a serious crisis when fertility dropped
precipitously. After trying a variety of measures, some humans
agreed to turn over their sex lives to a network of computers
that communicated with all the participants by way of a RAD
(Reproductive Assistive Device), a multimodal communication
device anchored behind the ear. The unusual sexual techniques
explored by the RADs had pulled humanity back from the brink of
extinction. Babies were being born, but still not enough to
support a human population anywhere near its size before the
fertility crisis began. So the experiments continued.

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Emily was on a king-size bed in a very large room with a high
ceiling -- part of a former convention center. There were a great
many other beds, with suitable space separating them. On many of
them, sexual activity was taking place. On others, people waited.
Most of them were naked.

This former convention center was devoted to sex. This allowed
the RADs to direct a variety of different combinations quickly.
All the men and women were there for the day to do sexy things at
the command of the RADs. Most of the women were in their fertile
phase.

"How are you doing, Emily?" asked her RAD.

"Just fine, I guess...." The little girl under her let the nipple
fall out of her mouth and looked up at her mother curiously. "I'm
not talking to you Claire, but to the RAD."

Claire smiled and returned to sucking at her mother's breast.

Emily was in doggy position, and the fourth man was on his knees
behind her, humping away. Her butt was up in her air but her
front was low enough to the bed that her 2-year-old Claire could
lie on her back and nurse.

The man groaned as he climaxed, adding a fourth contribution to
the semen soup in her vagina. RADs were always trying new things.
So if multiple men doing a woman from behind while her daughter
nursed was a faint possibility for making more babies, the RADs
would get them to try it.

The fourth man pulled away, his slick cock sliding out of Emily's
vagina. A fifth man approached, naked, cock sticking straight
out, preparing to mount.

Suddenly Claire let go of the nipple and scrambled to her feet,
sniffing the air. She looked at the man as he approached, and
then walked a bit unsteadily on the mattress over to his crotch
and started inhaling deeply, a big smile on her face.

"Whoa," said the man, "Is this part of the plan?"

His RAD answered, "No, Fred, actually it wasn't, but let's see
what happens."

"What should I do?"

"Just stay calm and see what the girl does."

Emily looked over her shoulder, naturally, and said, "Claire,
Claire! That's not nice."

"Please don't interfere, Emily!" said her RAD sharply. "We don't
know what's happening but we're eager to find out."

Claire sniffed again at the man's pubic hair and smiled. She
reached out and patted the erect penis, then grabbed it and
flipped it back and forth like a toy. She giggled, but went right
back to sniffing. She then started squirming and tugging at her
shorts.

"Change of plan," said the RAD, in the echoey voice that let
Emily and Fred know that it was addressing both of them. "Could
you please have a seat on the bed and masturbate, Fred. As you
approach climax, hold out your left hand to catch the ejaculation
."

"I'm not used to doing this with a baby sniffing me..."

"Emily, why don't you sit beside Claire and hold her back just
enough so Fred can do the deed without too much interference..."

Fred's erection was getting notably soft.

Emily sighed, but then she leaned forward and nibbled Fred's ear
gently and said, "I'd love to be getting that in my pussy." At
the same time she held Claire a bit away from Fred.

Fred knew the RAD had put Emily up to it, but it still was hot.
His erection came back, as Emily nibbled and licked his ear. In
under a minute he groaned as he came, his left hand dutifully
catching his ejaculation.

"OK, you two, let Claire do what she wants," said the RAD.

Claire laughed and dug her hands into the gobs of cum. She
smeared some on her nose and looked like she was smelling the
most amazing thing ever. She also smeared some on the front of
her shorts. She tugged on the shorts to try to get them down but
had trouble.

"Help her take her shorts and underpants off," said the RAD.

When Emily did, Claire smushed the sticky goo all over her girl
slit, laughing and prancing. Her remaining clothing was a
T-shirt, socks and shoes.

Emily was sorely tempted once again to chastise her little girl,
but the RAD had told her not to interfere. Emily knew well that
RADs allowed some really strange things to happen.

Claire giggled and smushed more of Fred's ejaculation around her
privates. She tried to put it inside her slit, not just around
it. Emily steeled herself for the RAD to suggest that she help
her with that, and she was relieved when it didn't.

Then Claire calmed down, but her face took on a troubled look,
and she started sniffing. But this time she was not sniffing Fred
but sniffing the air. She started off a few feet in one direction
, but looked back at her mother.

"Follow her," commanded the RAD to both of them.

"Can we get dressed?" asked Emily.

"No, just follow her." It was not at all unusual to see naked
people wandering around the convention center, but it still made
Emily self-conscious.

"OK, Claire," said Emily. "We'll play the following game. You go
wherever you want."

The people they passed saw a small girl with blond hair and big
brown eyes, dressed in nothing but a T-shirt, socks and shoes,
with some sticky substance drying around her labia. She was
followed by a stark-naked woman and a similarly naked man. The
look of the woman's and man's private parts suggested both had
been involved in sexual activity very recently. That was not so
unusual in this building, but the girl's condition did cause some
second glances.

Claire led them down one sloping corridor to another large room
which was covered with a vast array of small bedrooms, separated
one from the other only by hanging fabric. The rooms were
accessed by a grid of corridors and cross-corridors. She went
down one, sniffing, then turned around and went back, then went
down a cross-corridor a ways, then came back, then went down a
corridor she had just passed to a room with the cloth door pushed
aside and open. She looked inside, grinning. A young woman sat
there naked, looking abstractedly at a magazine. People in the
sex centers spend a lot of time like that, just waiting.

Claire looked over her shoulder at her mother, questioning.

"Sure, you can go in," said Emily, needing no coaching from her
RAD.

"Well, who do we have here?" said the woman in the room. "You are
a lovely little girl!"

Claire smiled, but she also tugged at the woman's legs, pulling
them apart. The woman helped her out, no doubt coached on by her
own RAD, and then Claire zeroed in and sniffed the woman's
crotch. She smiled and pranced and started scratching her own
naked little girl parts.

Fred approached the woman, but when Claire saw she frowned and
pushed him away. She pushed him right out of the room, then
returned to the woman.

She reached tentatively towards the woman's crotch, but hesitated
. The woman then reached her fingers inside her pussy. They came
out slick and she presented them to Claire.

Claire sniffed and pranced and reached down to her privates to
get a streak of Fred's ejaculation that was still kind of liquid
-- most had dried out after being smeared around. She put it on
the fingers of the woman and mixed the two liquids. She licked a
bit of the mixture off and then her demeanor changed. She looked
happy. Incredibly happy, but also relieved. No more prancing. She
looked sleepy and the adults helped her to lie down on the bed.
Soon she was asleep, a big smile on her face.

"That was truly extraordinary," said the RAD.

Emily had a sudden thought... Did this mean they would want
Claire at the sex center a lot?

She groaned, and her RAD said, "I'm afraid so, Emily. This is a
very interesting development." Damn those RADs! They couldn't
read minds, but it sure seemed like it sometimes.

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By now Claire knew what to do. She had done this a couple times
before, and she loved the game!

She was looking for the right man. A hundred of them lined up for
her review, all naked, and she went from one to the next,
sniffing at their crotches. She glanced back occasionally to make
sure her mother was still following, available to reassure her if
something new happened she wasn't so sure about. She didn't find
the right man in that row. But as she sat and her mother read her
a story, another group of men assembled. She went down this row
(only sixty this time), sniffing crotch after crotch, right at
the base of those funny pee-pees all the men had, and ... Here
was the guy! She hugged him around the upper legs and looked up,
giving him a big smile. The man looked back with a friendly
smile.

Claire's mother led the other two to a bedroom and fun things
happened. Her mother rubbed the man's thing until it got long and
hard, then Claire lay on her back on the bed, legs wide apart and
holding her little girl flaps apart so he could get at the right
spot. She loved it when she felt the tip of his thing nudge right
against the opening. Her mother rubbed it faster. Soon the man
gasped and she felt the goo and smiled. Lots and lots of goo came
right out the end of his man thing and went right up into her
body. It felt good. When he drew back she reached out with her
finger to get a little off his thing. She sniffed it and smiled.

Her mother then applied some cloth tape to her girl slit to hold
it shut. That was fine. What she had in her hole was very
important. She knew that.

So now she sat up. Now it was time for finding the woman. There
were lots of women around, and her game was to find which one it
was. Her mother always followed behind her so she knew she would
be safe, but Claire got to lead this game!

This time her nose didn't lead her somewhere else in this room
with the rows and rows of rooms with cloth walls, and it didn't
lead her to the big wide area with all the beds out in the open,
but a different way. There was a cafeteria, and her nose led her
to a table in the back, where a couple women sat. The women
looked momentarily confused, but then both stood up and hitched
their dresses up. Claire just needed one sniff to know which one
it was. It was the younger one! She was pretty. So that woman
followed as her mother led them back down the corridor to one of
those little rooms with the cloth walls. The woman stripped naked
and lay back on the bed. Her mother helped the woman get so she
was upside down, at least her bottom part was upside down, and
she was holding open the flaps to that big hole between her legs.
Now Claire had her job to do, and after she'd done it she'd get
to the really, really good part.

Claire stood up on the bed and her mother helped her step over so
she was standing above the woman's hole, one of the woman's legs
in front of her, the other behind. Her little hole was over the
woman's big hole. So then she knew it was time to pull the tape
off. Some of the man's goo slid out and one drop dripped into the
woman. She used her finger to dig inside to pull out more goop
out and let it fall right into the woman's big hole. She kept
doing it, wiping her finger on the edge of the woman's hole to
get the goo off, waiting for her mother to say she'd done enough.
Finally her mother said it was OK, and Claire put her finger into
the woman's hole and stirred it all around and it made that
magic, magic stuff... She lifted her finger out and sniffed it,
which was amazing, and then licked it, which was more than
amazing. She felt so, so happy! And so very sleepy, but so
happy... She could trust her mommy to let her sleep safe and
cozy.

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Claire was a big girl now. She was three!

She had been doing that wonderful job with the men's pee-pees and
the women's wee-wees for as long as she could remember. Sometimes
she couldn't find a man. Occasionally she couldn't find the
woman, but most times she could. They said she was helping to
make more babies, and that was good because it was very hard to
make babies these days.

Now she was starting on a different job. This job was to try to
find other little girls that could play the same game she had
been playing. If she found any they would work in other places,
and help make even more babies.

But how could she find any girls? The grown-ups didn't say, they
just asked her to do what felt right. She couldn't tell them how
she found the men other than that they smelled right (they
smelled exciting!). And she couldn't tell them how she found the
women either except that they smelled right too (they smelled
even more exciting!). So she wondered how she could tell about
other girls.

Here they had a whole bunch of little girls lined up with their
privates showing, and she went down the line, sniffing one after
another. With the men she didn't have to bend over much if at all
and they all had hair around their pee-pees. With the girls she
had to bend over, and they didn't have any hair or pee-pees. They
held their little slits open so she could smell better. Everyone
figured the smell would come from the girls' slits. She didn't
smell anything interesting. So then later they made a big long
line of men like she had when she played, and they had the line
of girls walk down the line sniffing, just like she did. Some of
them really didn't like sniffing men's parts, so they dropped
out, but others didn't mind. She looked at them as they sniffed.
She sniffed the men too, to see if there were any the girls were
missing. A whole day passed and nothing happened. But they didn't
give up. She did it another day, with a different bunch of little
girls. That day she smelled a man, but they said she couldn't
play the game with him because this other thing was more
important. And then a third day. One girl broke into a big smile
and sniffed the man's privates again and again. Well, she was a
promising candidate! Claire didn't smell That Smell when she
sniffed the man. But that was OK. Maybe different girls smelled
different men. They asked Claire to sniff that little girl
herself to see if there was anything she could detect. Probably
not... Or was there something? She couldn't tell. She tried to
remember it, though, as she watched the girl sniffing that man's
privates and prancing up and down. The girl was so excited she
peed on the floor. She cried but the grown-ups all told her it
was OK. They took her and the man off so they could play the
game, but Claire had to keep following the other girls.

A few days later they found another girl who got all excited by a
man's private parts, and Claire sniffed her too, over and over.
What was that?... it was something weird, something that didn't
make sense like the man and woman smelled like. But maybe
something.

They took her to a school with lots of little girls but without
any men, and she sniffed them. And... that one had that same
smell that was so weird she couldn't really smell it. Later the
grown-ups were really happy and said she had done really well.
She did that game over and over again.

Then they took her to visit a bunch of girl babies. Ones who
couldn't even walk. They couldn't line up, but they sat on their
mother's laps, and the mothers spread their little legs as Claire
approached, and then spread their little lips. On she went, down
the line, and -- there, that girl! That was the same smell, but
stronger and not so very faint as with the bigger girls.

So Claire spent a lot of her days sniffing the girl privates of
little baby girls sometimes and of girls just a little younger
than her other days. Now and then she found one that smelled
right. They put her on airplanes so she could go to other places
far away to do her sniffing. Every day she first sniffed lots of
girl parts, which was OK but not exactly fun. But wherever she
was, most days they later took her from the school to a different
sex center where lots of men lined up, and most days she found
one, and he peed his special stuff into her hole, and she used
her nose to sniff out the woman and let the stuff out of her hole
and into the woman, and then mixed the stuff together, got that
amazing feeling and took a nice nap.

Then when she was four it all started going wrong. She found the
right man less and less often, and sniffed the smell in the girl
babies less and less often too. They stopped sending her on
airplanes to other cities, and they stopped sending her to the
sex centers to find men. She was sad and mad. She used to be
really special, but now she was just ordinary. The grown-ups
convinced her that it had just been a stage she had outgrown.
Most girls never got to be special that way at all. Claire
understood that, but she was still mad for a while.

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Small girl catalysts are one of the most promising recent
developments in increasing fertility. It began with Claire
Johnson, aged 25 months. The girl felt a special attraction to
the smell of one particular man a few feet way, and an even
stronger attraction to his semen. After she had been primed with
his smell, she could then detect by sense of smell, over
distances of up to 100 yards, a particular adult female in her
fertile phase. She repeated this pattern on subsequent days.

Identifying a likely reproductive pairing was the first step, but
the next was actually achieving conception.

Claire herself discouraged the donor man from approaching the
target woman sexually. And if after Claire left that man and the
woman engaged in sexual intercourse, there was no fertility
benefit. Attempts were made to transfer the man's initial
ejaculation to the target woman by way of a container, but to no
avail. Claire seemed to indicate her own vagina was important
here. So in one experiment the man's penis was positioned at the
opening of Claire's vagina so that most of the ejaculation went
inside of her. Fortunately, Claire liked this procedure. If the
contents of her vagina was later transferred directly into the
woman, there was a high probability of conception. Something
about the mixture of the woman's vaginal juices and the man's
semen -- provided that it had been in Claire's vagina -- was very
exciting to Claire and gave her a sense of release somewhat like
an orgasm, and she always fell asleep if she was able. Exposure
of the semen to air for more than a few seconds at either end of
the transfer process also made the procedure ineffective.

When other small girls were tested, it seemed roughly one in 800
had the same ability Claire had, if they were within the age
range of 18 to 32 months. No boy has ever shown any indication of
being able to smell anything.

No one else can detect any of these smells. Laboratory analysis
has not revealed anything identifiable. Experiments showed that
even with very large numbers of men, nothing ever happened unless
there were quite a number of fertile women in the vicinity,
within olfactory range. The man's smell does not attract the
small girl unless the recipient woman is in the vicinity. No one
has any idea why these restrictions exist. It is especially
interesting that these catalyst girls themselves instinctively
seem to know the steps necessary for conception.

We decided to see if Claire's abilities would extend to detecting
younger girls who had the same ability as she had. It seemed she
was able to, to a slight extent. Among other variants we tried,
we got Claire to smell much younger girls. She felt more
confident in identifying some of them as being the right kind of
girl, peak effectiveness for girls aged 11 months. The identified
girls gave no special reaction to a whole series of men under
what would have been ideal conditions. However, when those girls
turned roughly 20 months old, then the special ability emerged at
that time, but for only one girl in four that Claire had
identified. If in the interim between detection and age 20 months
they were exposed to the smell of many men and fertile women,
then 80% of the girls would have the ability Claire had initially
demonstrated. Earlier screening combined with an exposure to lots
of male and female smells made for the most effective procedure
yet known.

After the age of 50 months, Claire's special abilities declined
rapidly, both with regard to finding adult male/female pairs and
with regard to identifying promising infants. Other girls have
followed the same path. But as these girls can keep identifying
girl babies before losing their abilities, it seems we have a
sustainable system.

Use of Catalyst Girls will cause a significant increase in
overall reproduction rates.

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Rachel was delighted with her baby boy Adam. She had been through
so many experiments in her effort to conceive that they blurred
together, but she had a distinct memory of the one that had
worked.

She had lain with her pussy opening facing upward, and a small
girl with blond hair and big brown eyes had stepped over her to
be in "scissoring" position. She had then pulled a tape off of
her slit and Rachel had been struck by how small it was --
hairless and innocent, especially in contrast to her own mature
vulva, looking all the bigger as she held her labial flaps open.
But the innocence was deceptive, as semen began leaking out of
those tiny lips at once. Truly innocent little girl vaginas do
not contain semen. One drop fell right into her. The girl began
digging up into herself to get more semen out -- there was quite
a bit of it! And her finger briefly touched Rachel's vaginal lips
as she rubbed it there to get the semen off her finger. Rachel
remembered the touch as electric. The local source of the sperm
that had fathered Adam was not the man's testicles, drawn up
tight against his stiff shaft at the moment of ejaculation. It
had instead come from the tiny vagina of a small girl. And the
semen was not delivered by a stiff male organ stuffed deep in her
vagina, but by the finger of this small girl, with just a brief
touch. Most amazing was the expression on the girl's face. She
was excited and enthusiastic to do all this, and then when her
mother said it was OK, she had plunged that finger as deep into
Rachel as a little girl's finger could go, and stirred it around.
And when she removed her finger and sniffed it and licked it, it
seemed almost as if that little girl had an orgasm herself, the
way her face looked. Her mother then helped her lie down and she
was asleep in no time, looking very happy.

Meanwhile, the sperm that would father Adam was on its way up her
vagina, through her cervix, and into her womb.

Adam was a delight to her, but at two and a half he had started
getting sick. The doctors looked at every possibility they could
think of. They did every test and could find nothing. Adam was
getting sicker. He was not gaining weight and was regularly
spiking a fever. He was listless a great deal of the time. Rachel
was distraught.

The next suggestion came from the RADs. They would take Adam to
meet the girl who had had such a central role in his conception.
Her name was Claire.

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Claire was going about the business of being an ordinary
5-year-old girl when they told her she was going to meet one of
the first babies she had helped to make.

The site chosen for the introduction was her bed, which seemed a
little funny. This baby was now three years old. It was a boy.
She might have felt he was cute and lovable if he were a real
baby, but 3-year-old boys? At that age boys were getting to be
not fun, the ways boys get! At first he looked sleepy and dopey
when they laid him on the bed next to her. He gradually came to
life.

When he did, he sat up and then he leaned over and stuck his nose
between her legs. That was rude! She pushed him away. They took
him away from her, but he started crying and crying and crying.
They brought him back and he went sniffing again, and Claire
pushed him away again. But her mother said to be patient. She
told Claire that she had been sniffing lots and lots of people
between the legs, so if someone else wanted to sniff her, that
was only fair.

He pulled down his pants and underpants so his "penis" showed
(that's what the grown-ups called it). Even though it was little,
it was kind of stiff. The grown-ups helped him take off all his
clothes.

They asked her to get naked too. Yuck! She knew she had to do
what they said. But she was older now, and didn't much like
people to see her naked. The boy's mother ducked out of the room.


But she was not happy. Not at all! She was even less happy when
the boy started climbing on top of her. She wanted to push him
off but she managed not to. She had to let him do what he wanted.
What he wanted to do was put his little thing right next to her
girl slit. His penis was very stiff, she noticed. Well, that was
kind of like what the men used to do when they would pee their
special stuff up into her. She knew what she had to do. She had
to spread her legs and hold her slit open like she'd used to do.


Then she noticed it felt good. It felt really good. Then the boy
groaned and relaxed, kind of like the men did when they used to
pee the goopy stuff into her. But when this little boy did, she
felt wonderful! It wasn't as good as when she'd gotten to taste
those juices she mixed in a woman's hole. But it was really good!
When the boy pulled away and his little thing popped out of her,
he looked happy. They carried him away and he wasn't crying. Part
of Claire still kind of felt icky. But it had felt so good --
wow, did that feel good!

So a few days later they brought another little boy, a little
younger, who was also dopey and sick-looking at first, and he
really wanted to sniff her, and then he wanted to climb up on
her. This time she got her mother to leave too so it was just the
two of them, though she knew the grown-ups were out in the hall
just around the corner. And this time she was excited by the boy
on top of her and she waited, and his little thing went into her,
and he poked back and forth, and it felt good. And when he
gurgled and purred and relaxed, it felt even better.

She remembered where these little boys had come from. When she
fingered the man's goop into the woman's big hole, it had made
her tummy get big. The man who had put the goop in her was the
daddy and the woman was the mommy, but Claire was... she was
something too. And the little boys were unhappy when they got old
enough but the grown-ups found that what made them happy was
getting to stick their little penises into Claire's "vagina"
(that's what the grown-ups called it). They only had to do it
once and then they were happy. Claire said she liked it so much,
would the boys do it again? They tried with a couple, but they
had no interest any more even after a whole day to rest and their
penises didn't even get stiff.

Claire didn't know how many little boys and girls she had helped
create, but it must have been a lot, because now the boys all
came to visit her, one after the other. Every one of them, the
grown-ups said. And the whole thing was pretty good!

Claire liked meeting these boys she had helped create. She didn't
like 3-year-old boys much in general, but when it was these boys,
and when she knew what they wanted to do to her, she liked that
idea a lot. And they always did it and it was always great. She
liked boys that way!

She asked about the girls. Where were the girls she had helped
make? They brought a few to visit her, and it was kind of fun
seeing them and knowing she had helped make them. But they didn't
want to do anything with private parts, and neither did Claire.

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After a couple years the boys started coming less often. And then
Claire found that if a week had gone by without a visit, she felt
unhappy. Really unhappy. Then a little boy showed up and did his
thing inside her vagina and she felt fine again. But then more
days went by and she got really unhappy again. Weren't there any
more little boys? Not even one? No, there weren't. Claire got
cranky. Really, really cranky. And achy in the joints. Doctors
tried all different things but nothing helped.

Then they brought a big boy to visit. A really big boy. He was so
big he had hair around his penis. Light fluffy hair but still
hair. He was really nice to her and smiled at her and she got
naked so he could put his penis inside her. It was way bigger
than the little boys' ones. He tried to put it in but it didn't
fit. Then he rubbed her between the legs gently, saying maybe
that would help her open up. It was kind of nice, a little. He
tried to put his penis in again but it still didn't fit. It hurt
when he tried. He was really kind to her and looked sorry, but
when he left Claire was just as cranky as before. She screamed
and cried and threw things.

Another big boy visited. Not quite as big as the last one. No
hair down there. But when he poked it didn't fit either. They
asked if she wanted him to keep trying even if it hurt. And she
did. Except when it hurt she changed her mind. But then when she
thought about being cranky she changed her mind back again. Then
he poked and -- ouch! He poked again, and -- ouch again! And then
a poke and a big ouch, but along with the ouch it had gone right
inside. Then he poked the thing in and out, and it was huge, and
even though it hurt she just bit her lip. She knew already with
every in and out the boy did that she was going to be less
cranky. After he'd been poking a while he gasped and groaned.
Kind of like the men who used to fill her vagina up, and kind of
like the little boys who made her happy with their tiny things
inside her. And when he gasped, she felt good in her head and her
chest and her arms and legs, even if she was sore in the vagina.
She asked if he could stay. And he could, and he did it to her
again half an hour later, and it wasn't so sore in the vagina.

So the first big boy came back another day and this time his
thing went right in and Claire felt really good when he did his
in and out thing. She waited for him to gasp and groan, because
all the boys and men did, and she liked that part, an extra
little happy thrill through her whole body.

One day getting ready for the bath there was a funny smell down
there. It was familiar, from a long time ago. She asked her
mommy, and her mommy said one of the big boys had put goop way up
inside her and now it was dripping out. Did she mind? No, she
didn't mind. Those memories from way back when were good
memories. And it wasn't a bad smell.

With a big boy to get naked and naughty with her a couple times a
week, Claire wasn't cranky any more. She liked it when the boy
did it to her too. She liked it a lot. She asked if there were
more boys who wanted to do that. A couple times a week was OK,
but more would be better. They said that they could find a boy
for her every day if she wanted.

Among the boys who came to see her were ones who were bigger and
bigger, and the bigger ones tucked their special juice up inside
her and it came out later. Then some of the boys were so big they
were men. One man or big boy poked her in the vagina every day.
Men were more mysterious than boys, but maybe if anything a
little better. They were so big and strong, that was nice. Some
had gray hair and that didn't matter, it was still very, very
nice.

Some of the men suggested licking her in the vagina. She let a
couple try but it didn't feel so good, and when they figured that
out they were happy to stop and instead stick their penis into
her.

When she told her mother about the men who licked, she told her
about good feelings that women and some girls could get from
rubbing herself in a certain spot, saying she could feel good the
way the men did if she learned and practiced. So she tried, and
it did feel kind of nice, and she even got to that point where it
released and she felt finished, but she didn't think it was
anything special. She got the fun out of the men thinking she was
so special, and feeling their big things inside her, and seeing
them get so happy when they squirted her with goo. The in and out
felt really good to her, much better than when she rubbed
herself. She realized one day that men never even asked about
licking her vagina any more. Her mommy said they had told them
not to, and that made sense.

It wasn't just the penis going in and out. Each boy looked at her
like she was the most beautiful precious thing ever, and that
made her feel good. It felt warm and nice when their things poked
her in the vagina and filled her up. They moaned and groaned when
they finished up and that made her feel extra happy too, a
tingling from head to toe, and she was happy to see them so
happy. They kissed her and smiled and thanked her.

She learned that there were lots of boys and men who would like
to do it to her if they could. So they asked what she'd think if
a man came in right after the first one had left, and did the
same thing in her vagina right then. It was worth a try, and she
liked it. She liked it a lot! She asked what about a third and a
fourth, and there were plenty of boys and men to volunteer.

The goo started oozing out when there was so much of it in there,
but that was fine too. So Claire was happy doing the things that
little 7-year-old girls did most of the day, but for a couple
hours every afternoon she had a lot of fun letting big boys and
men visit who looked at her like she was the most precious thing
ever and then poked her and squirted in her vagina.

It was the penis poking that was what made it really special.
When they rowed their amazing big stiff penises into her and she
felt warm and cozy and good, and she loved it when they got crazy
happy and spurted goo into her vagina and she got an extra little
good feeling too.

She dreamed about men. They were always kind and gentle, but they
were also strong men with big, stiff penises that they stuck into
her in the girl place but filled her up so very full and made her
very happy. They were very good dreams.

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Naturally the babies resulting from the girl catalyst procedure
have been followed carefully. It turned out that a large majority
of the boys developed symptoms of physical distress starting
around 30 months of age. The full variety of medical tests and
remedies were explored, to no avail.

What did work was to bring the boy to visit the girl who had
acted as the catalyst -- it had to be that particular girl who
had transferred the semen for her conception. The cohort boys
clearly knew what they wanted, and they chose sexual intercourse.
The catalyst girl also found these copulations to be very
pleasant, after initial skepticism.

The next unusual development was that the catalyst girls seemed
to become dependent on these visits with the boys they had
catalyzed. But naturally the supply of catalyst-assisted children
was limited, as the girl had stopped acting as a catalyst years
earlier.

When all plausible remedies for the girls' distress failed,
researchers explored the natural source of sexual partners for
these girls -- pedophiles. The initial difficulty was locating
those with sufficiently small penises that could penetrate the
girl without harming her. Some pedophile boys could be identified
as young teens, and when they engaged in sexual intercourse with
the catalyst girl, it relieved her distress. Naturally the
pedophile boys also found it highly rewarding, a form of sexual
satisfaction previously unavailable to them. The catalyst girl's
vagina expanded with repeated penetrations and soon became able
to accommodate penises of any size. This in turn led to a sexual
outlet for the entire population of male pedophiles attracted to
small girls.

When offered the opportunity for more sexual intercourse than
required to keep their symptoms at bay, the catalyst girls all
chose several sexual partners a day, reporting it to be a very
pleasant experience. One girl has chosen to allow more and more
partners and is at this writing entertaining roughly 35 boys and
men each day, but still asking for more. Naturally these males
are ones who agree to finish with orgasm in a short time.

Scientists are investigating whether the semen ejaculated into
the catalyst girls might have some special properties, though the
catalyst girls are more resistant than expected to giving up this
semen in a timely fashion. No special properties have been
determined so far.

The original catalyst girl procedure has so far given rise to
three unexpected follow-on effects: (1) the need for the catalyst
babies to have sexual contact with their catalyst girl, (2) the
catalyst girls then feeling distress alleviated only by sexual
intercourse, and (3) the catalyst girls enthusiastically
welcoming such sexual contact from multiple men, long before
puberty.

The oldest catalyst girls are now 7 years old. Scientists will
continue to closely monitor future developments.

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