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: /files/Authors/Sterling/Sweet%20RAD.txt NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 8/12/2020. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories here: /files/Authors/Sterling/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Catalyst Girls Definition: "catalyst": a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent chemical change. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.