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Author: Sterling
Title: Making Bad Girls Good
Summary: Bad little girls are everywhere. Bad, bad, bad. How do
you cure them? An elite group of young men produce a very
effective drug.
Codes: MF Mf gi non-cons SciFi humor het first

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 3/5/2011.

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
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You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text
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Sterling

And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!

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Making Bad Girls Good

Dr. Rick Schumaker was a specialist in pediatric behavior
problems. Alison and her mother sat across the desk from him. The
girl had been referred to him by her primary care physician who
thought he might be able to help her. She was a cute, blond
six-year-old, but wearing a surly expression.
 
Her mother explained. "She doesn't do her homework. She tracks
mud into the house and gets her best clothes dirty. She called me
some very bad names."
 
"Oh, that's all I need to hear. The diagnosis of Alison is
straightforward. She is a bad girl! Now I need to talk with you
alone for a few minutes."

"Alison, go wait in the waiting room," said the mother. "There
should be magazines to keep you busy."

"So," he said when he had the mother alone.  "She definitely has
Bad Girl Syndrome. There is a very promising new drug. It's
called Inner Piece. It's administered by injection."
 
"An injection? Isn't it available in pill form?"
 
"No, sorry," he said, with an enigmatic smile.
 
He looked at his Smart Phone, pushed several buttons, stroked his
chin, and said, "I think I can fit in her -- I mean fit her in --
tomorrow evening, at ... 9pm?"
 
"OK," said the mother. Then, "Say, you look rather young for a
doctor."
 
"Yes, well!" he said, clearing his throat. "People say that about
me a lot. I've just finished my residency at Mass General, so I
am aware of all the latest advances and techniques!"
 
He handed her a small squeeze tube the size of travel-size
toothpaste. "Here, apply this cream all around Alison's vulva
tonight. Try to squirt half the tube into her vagina."
 
"Her vagina?" asked the mother.
 
"Oh, yes," said the doctor. "That is where the injection takes
place."
 
"That's odd. Well, if it's the latest thing and you doctors say
it works, I'm all for it!"
 
"Good! She'll get a 2ml injection. Dress her in pretty, frilly
clothes -- that helps with the therapy."

Just before the mother closed the door behind her, he heard,
"Alison! Why did you tear up all those magazines? Stop!"
 
Yes, more evidence. She had Bad Girl Syndrome. Of course, if all
you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
 
Rick sat in his office chair, rubbed his hands together, and
smiled. Monsanto had taken a huge gamble some 20 years before and
genetically modified some fertilized eggs that were destined to
grow into boys. He was one of them. He now produced
6-hydroxy-trans-8-dodecenoic... something or other as part of his
semen. It was to be marketed under one or more of the trade
names: Good Girl Come!, Liquid Spanking, and Inner Piece.

He was only 19, and not a medical doctor. He had received several
months of training to earn the degree of Doctor of Alternative
Therapy. After intense behind-the-scenes lobbying by Monsanto, he
was allowed to present himself to patients as "Doctor".

It would be fun to give Alison her treatment, he reflected,
smiling. Yes, a great deal of fun!

----------------------------------------------------------
 
Rick arrived promptly at 9pm at Alison's home.

Alison's father answered the door. "Oh, thank you doctor. Alison
has really been getting worse! She fought and fought when we went
to apply the cream. I had to sit on her and hold her legs apart
while my wife rubbed it in."
 
"But you did succeed?"
 
"Oh, yes, we squirted half the tube right up her vagina, just as
you said."
 
"Very good," Rick said. "She's six years old, is that right?"
 
"Yes, six and a half actually."
 
"OK, where is that bad little girl?"
 
"Last I knew my wife was trying to coax her out from under her
bed."
 
From a bedroom down the hall Rick heard shrieking.
 
"Bill," called a woman's voice from the same room. "I guess we'll
have to drag her out. Can you help?"

Bill spoke to the doctor as they walked down the hall. "She acted
like a very, very bad girl when she found out you were coming.
Fortunately we got her dressed up before we told her about it."
 
Her mother knelt on the floor, and had just captured a calf of a
girl who was wearing white tights. One end of the calf was
attached to a shiny black shoe, while the other end disappeared
under the bed.
 
"Let me get the rest of her," the father said, smiling
apologetically at the doctor. He knelt and pulled hard on the
calf, and the rest of the girl emerged bit by bit.
 
"No, no! I hate you!" squealed the little voice from under the
bed.
 
What emerged was the rest of the pair of tights followed by a
bare little girl tummy, then a dress that had been scrunched up
as the girl's daddy pulled her out. The other leg was flopping
and kicking, but daddy corralled it with his other hand.

"You bad, bad girl!" said her daddy, standing and keeping hold of
both calves, leaving the girl to trail below him upside down. Her
bare tummy and half of her chest were exposed as the dress
flopped onto her face and arms. She struggled, trying to hit her
daddy's legs with her fists, but she lacked a good angle to be a
bad girl in that particular way at that particular time.
 
"Are you going to give her the therapy right here?" asked her
mother.
 
"Why not?" asked Rick. It was exciting to give little girls their
therapy, and although it was not professional of him to admit it,
if they were struggling it added a touch more excitement.
 
"Do we put her up on the bed?" asked her father.
 
The doctor knew Alison was a pretty girl, though at the moment
this was less than apparent as her face was stained with tears
and decorated with the dirt her wet face had picked up from under
the bed. Her shoulder-length blond hair was mussed up.
 
"Let's make her a little more presentable first," said Rick.
 
So Bill stood her right side up, and her mommy wiped the worst of
the dirt and tears from her face while her daddy smoothed her
dress down. It was a velour wine-colored dress with lacy white
trim.
 
"Very nice!" said Rick, clapping his hands and looking at his
patient. "Now, Alison, if you just pull those lovely white tights
and your panties down around your ankles..."
 
"No!" said Alison, struggling once more within her father's
grasp.
 
Rick pulled off his own pants and underpants to reveal his penis,
mostly erect. It was rather ordinary as erect adult penises went,
but it was the first one Alison had seen. She paused in her
struggle as she saw in more concrete turns what her therapy was
going to involve.
 
"That goes where?"
 
Her mother said cheerfully, "That goes up the hole between your
legs, where I squirted the cream."
 
"How's it going to fit?"
 
"Don't worry!" said Rick in a jovial tone. "It won't hurt a bit!"
 
Alison knew from experience that meant it might hurt a lot. She
started struggling harder than ever.
 
Her daddy held her torso and arms but her legs got free and
flailed wildly.
 
"Lay her back on the bed," said Rick. He kept his precious
therapeutic penis well out of range of the flailing black shoes,
as he corralled them one by one. "Now hold her feet, mom," he
said, handing them over.
 
"OK, dad, now you shift over to her right side and mom to her
left, and each of you hold an arm and a leg... That gives me room
in the middle. Good."
 
When she was more or less immobilized, Rick pushed her dress up,
grabbed her tights at her hips and pulled them down slowly to her
ankles. Lovely smooth white legs emerged. His penis swelled to
peak readiness. He slid his hands up her thighs and took hold of
her white panties and pulled them down as well. There were her
little girl labia and her slit, the site where he would apply the
therapy. He smiled in anticipation.
 
"Now, Alison, do you want to look while you get your injection,
or not?"
 
"I don't want any injection!" she said.
 
"Oh, but you've been a bad girl and you need it. Do you want to
look?"
 
"No! I don't want to look!" But she could not make herself look
away.
 
Rick lowered himself onto the girl, his therapeutic organ
twitching in anticipation. He spread her little labia wide apart.
 
"You're going to feel a little pressure now," said Rick.
 
"No!" shouted Alison.
 
He pushed his tip against her little pussy hole. The cream her
mother had applied had made her tissues supple and elastic, and
now his penis opened her up and stretched her without tearing.
 
Still, it was a tight fit and he had to press hard with his
therapeutic injector.

"More pressure," he grunted.
 
"Ouch!" exclaimed Alison as Rick's cock slid in a little.
 
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he said, sliding in bit by bit.
 
Alison realized she had been prepared for much worse, but she
could hardly admit that. "No, it was awful!" she wailed.
 
"Now you may feel kind of full up inside, but that's normal," he
said soothingly.
 
"Don't worry," said her mother, patting her hand. "The good
doctor is going to help you get better."
 
Alison's eyes widened as she saw the magic trick of the doctor's
penis disappearing into her through the wall of her body somehow.
Every inch she saw disappear she felt inside her, where it surely
had tripled in size, stuffing her pelvis full.
 
"There," said Rick, "now it's in all the way. No more pressure!
Now let me get into a more comfortable position here," he said,
pinning her legs apart and lowering himself until his chest
pushed against hers, shirt rubbing against dress. He took a hand
from each parent and interlocked fingers, pressing the girl's
arms out to the side and up in a "surrender" position.
 
Now Rick's face was close to the sniffling girl's. "Now there's
going to be some back and forth," Rick explained. He started a
slow fucking motion. "It may take a few minutes before the actual
injection."
 
Rick could have pumped her full of his therapeutic semen within
seconds of penetration. But maybe his increased pleasure made the
therapy more effective. No one had proven it didn't. So over and
over he insinuated his cock tip up to the deep end of her vagina.
He loved his work!
 
Five minutes of this heavenly coupling was the longest he allowed
himself. He was breathing faster. "Now, Alison," he said, "you'll
feel a little more pressure, then a warm feeling way up inside."
 
He rammed faster and faster with his blunt injector organ, then
as his ecstasy built, jammed it up hard into the end of her pussy
and began spurting his patented semen, shot after shot. The
prescription had been for 2ml, but an overdose wasn't harmful,
and he was happy to give her however much of the magical stuff
that his body wanted to dispense. It wanted to dispense a lot.
 
By the time his third shot was gooping up the girl's pussy,
Alison relaxed and sighed.
 
"Much better, isn't it?" Rick panted.
 
Alison nodded, a vague smile on her face.
 
Fully satisfied, Rick pulled out.
 
"She'll be kind of dopey for a while, so let her rest," Rick
said, putting on his briefs and trousers. "But then I think
you'll see some results right away."
 
"Oh, thank you doctor!" said her mother. "I was at my wit's end
with her."
 
"Give me a call," said Rick. "The course of therapy calls for a
second treatment. I'd suggest the day after tomorrow -- same
time?"

"Sure," said the parents in unison.

----------------------------------------------------------
 
Alison's mother gave a glowing report when Rick arrived two
nights later. Her bad girl was behaving much better, though she
wasn't quite an angel. They walked down the corridor to Alison's
room.
 
Little Alison presented a much different picture this time. She
was seated on her bed in a lovely light blue silky dress with
dark tights. Her hair was combed to perfection.

"She says she's going to cooperate about her therapy this time,"
her mother said, then turned to the girl. "You were very, very
bad about it before!"
 
"I'm sorry, mother," said the little thing, looking down
contritely.

"See, that's such an improvement!" she said, looking at the
doctor.
 
"Usually girls are only nervous about their first injection," he
said. "They know after the first time that it's not so bad."
Alison looked up shyly as Rick approached.
 
The girl's father appeared behind her mother in the doorway.

"Would you like to have your therapy alone with just me?" asked
Rick.
 
Alison hesitated the briefest instant before nodding.
 
"Are you going to be a good girl?" asked her father.
 
Alison nodded quickly.
 
"Are you sure?" asked her mother.
 
Alison nodded again.
 
"If you need us, just holler," she said to Rick as they retreated
and shut the door behind them.
 
"So, Alison, how are you feeling today?"
 
"Good," the girl whispered, looking down.
 
"I bet you felt pretty good after I gave you that injection,
right?"
 
Alison looked up and nodded enthusiastically. "You're going to
give me another one?" she asked hopefully.
 
"Oh, probably -- if you're a good girl," he said, toying with
her.
 
"I'll be good! What should I do?" she asked anxiously.
 
"Stand up, and turn around slowly."
 
She was truly lovely. Part of his genetic engineering was to be
strongly attracted to females of all ages, but he decided that he
liked girls this age best of all.
 
"Now kiss me," he said, bending over just a little.
 
Alison stood on tiptoes, raised her head and presented her lips,
a reverent expression on her face. Rick reached down to close the
gap between them and gave her gentle, tender kisses for a minute
until Alison lost her balance.
 
"Was that nice?" he asked.
 
The girl nodded dreamily as he steadied her on her feet.
 
He admired the magnificent creature as she stood, and then began
touching her. First her silky hair, then her neck and arms, back
and front, pausing to rub his hands in a figure eight pattern on
her chest where breasts would grow some day. She giggled and drew
back a couple times as his light touch tickled her.
 
"Let me get that lovely dress off of you, and see the even
lovelier girl inside," he said, unzipping the back.
 
Alison pranced with excitement.

Rick stripped naked himself, and his therapeutic penis was stiff
and ready for its task.
 
The next few minutes were a whirl of hands gliding on sweet girl
flesh, the swish of panties, gently touching a purple cock tip
against delicate folds of girl privates, the heavenly embrace
greeting his surge within, pleading big blue eyes, warm little
hands on his back, blond hair -- and a close-up view of a lovely
little ear. As his thrusts jiggled her back and forth
rhythmically on the bed, he felt the exquisite excitement of such
a splendid yet tender vaginal hug, and then heart-thumping
ecstasy as he delivered the treatment. Her greater ecstasy
enveloped her a second later.
 
As his pulse slowed he got to luxuriate in the sight of the girl
who lay beneath him moaning and twitching, her face slack but
showing a trace of a smile.
 
He slid out and lay on his side against her, continuing to
worship her flesh with his hand.
 
After a few minutes she looked at him groggily with a big smile.
 
He slid his hand between her legs and idly ran his finger up and
down her wet pussy slit. "Do you like the idea of getting another
treatment in a couple weeks?"
 
Alison gave a big smile and nodded.
 
"Here's how it works: if you are a very good girl for two weeks,
then we know the treatment is working and I come back to give you
a booster shot," he said, sliding his finger up inside her pussy.
But if you are not a good girl," he said, removing his finger,
"then we know the therapy isn't working and so we stop the
treatments. Get it?"
 
Alison furrowed her brow. Her brain was still too fogged out in
pleasure to think too clearly.
 
"Be a good girl, and I'll do this to you again in two weeks," he
said smiling and nodding his head, shoving his finger in and out
of her vagina.
 
Alison smiled and nodded her head.
 
"But if you are a bad girl," he said, removing his finger and
frowning and shaking his head, "no more treatments."
 
Alison frowned and shook her head.
 
"Good girl, more of this!" he said as they smiled and nodded in
unison and his finger snaked deep up her pussy. "Bad girl, no
more," he said as they frowned and shook their heads in unison as
his finger slid out.
 
"OK, goodbye Alison," he said, kissing her nose.

Inner Piece actually did help bad girls become good girls,
increasing alertness, discipline, ability to delay gratification,
compassion, and so forth. Being a good girl was self-reinforcing
too, as girls received praise. But the biggest effect of the drug
was that girls went into ecstasy receiving it, and would do just
about anything to get another dose. And what they would do
included being good girls.
 
----------------------------------------------------------
 
"And what has Kathy done?" asked Rick, as mother and daughter sat
on the other side of his desk in his office.
 
"She didn't make her bed and left her dirty clothes on the floor
for five days in a row. She hit her little brother and made him
cry. She didn't do her homework and cheated on a test."
 
"Oh, Kathy, you sound like a very bad girl!" said Rick. "You need
to be treated."
 
He sent them home with the little tube of medicine to be
squirted into her vagina.
 
The next evening he appeared at her house as scheduled.
 
He approached and ruffled her hair as she glared up at him.

They were in the living room, but he could treat her there as
well as anywhere else.
 
"Dad," said Rick, indicating the father. "Bend her over the arm
of this sofa."
 
"No!" said Kathy, adorable in her white dress despite her angry
demeanor.
 
"Oh, but you need to let the doctor treat you," said her mother.
 
Kathy's father manhandled her until her butt was sticking up in
the air. Rick deftly flipped up her white dress and pulled down
her red panties.
 
He quietly removed his pants and underpants to reveal his
injection device.
 
"It's like getting a shot in your bum," her father said.
 
Kathy relaxed a little. Shots were usually not too bad.
 
Rick stretched her lovely little glistening pussy lips apart as
he approached with his penis. The cream had as usual made her
vagina flexible enough to receive the therapeutic device without
pain.
 
"A little pressure, and it might sting a little," said Rick, as
he lined up his injector and pressed.
 
"It's kind of a big needle," said her father under his breath,
smirking.
 
Kathy whipped her head back and looked over her shoulder.
 
"Hey!" she said, struggling anew against her father's grasp.
 
"Lots of pressure, now," said Rick with a big smile as he worked
his penis up her tight pussy, the walls stretching luxuriously to
accommodate the intrusion of his warm, hard medical instrument.
Women used to complain of cold speculums. This instrument was
always pre-warmed.
 
"I feel stuffed!" Kathy gasped.
 
Rick began his pumping action, shoving his instrument into the
special girl hole in the rear end of the little girl. "We have to
move the injector in and out before you can get your dose," he
said in his best professional tone. His thrusts became more
vigorous.
 
The little girl's pussy was very alluring, and her white dress
that was bunched up around her middle excited him too. His
pleasure built. "The injector now expands," he said, gritting his
teeth with the pleasure of it all.
 
"Aaaaahhhh!" he moaned as he delivered Kathy's Liquid Spanking
way inside her vagina. He panted and luxuriated in his conquest
for a moment.
 
"All done," he said, withdrawing his hard member.
 
Kathy lay over the arm of the sofa, twitching, with a silly grin
on her face.
 
"Can she get up now?" her mother asked.
 
"Sure," he said, "but she probably doesn't want to."
 
"Is she OK?"
 
"Oh, she's more than OK," he said.
 
"She does look happy."
 
"I'll come again day after tomorrow for a follow-up treatment,"
he said with a sly smile, pulling his pants back on.
 
----------------------------------------------------------
 
Alison used to whisper in class and pass notes. She never knew
the answers to the teachers' questions.  Worst of all, she was
mean to the other kids. She had given one little boy several
bruises.
 
Kathy used to laugh at the other kids and poke them in the ribs
when the teacher wasn't looking. She didn't study either and gave
snide answers when the teacher asked questions. She tormented and
taunted the new girl.
 
Suddenly Alison was very good. She sat up straight in her chair
and took notes. She handed in her homework on time and got good
scores on her tests. She was polite to the other children as well
as grown-ups.
 
Kathy started playing with the new girl and made a point of
making her feel included. She never poked anyone, and when she
got poked, said graciously, "I guess I deserved that." She too
began getting every question right.

"What's different?" the kids asked Alison.
 
"I was diagnosed as a bad girl, and I got this special treatment.
She smiled. That's made the difference."
 
"Is that all?"
 
"Not quite. Getting the treatment felt so, so good! I can only
get more booster shots if I'm good." She smiled dreamily. "So I
make sure I'm very, very good."

Kathy's story was the same.
 
----------------------------------------------------------
 
"Mommy, can I get treated by Dr. Schumaker?"
 
"Oh, dear, we never take medicine unless we have a disease that
needs treating."
 
"Oh," said Mallory.
 
She stopped doing her homework, then bounced up and down on the
living room sofa wearing her muddy shoes. She pulled her
brother's hair.
 
Her mother scolded her. Mallory apologized and hinted that she
thought maybe she had an onset of bad girl disease.
 
Her mother did nothing.
 
Mallory poured honey on the cat and worked it into her fur, and
then sliced up her mother's favorite dress with scissors.
 
----------------------------------------------------------
 
"Oh, dear, Mallory, you have been very, very bad!" said Rick.
 
"I'm sorry," she said, trying to avoid grinning.
 
Her parents were delighted to see how cooperative she was in
preparing for her treatment. She was a brave girl and wanted to
get her injection without either parent in the room. She lay back
and smiled as Rick stuck his injector right into her private
tunnel. She too lay twitching in ecstasy after he delivered his
medicine.
 
At her next treatment, Rick's back was hurting, and he explained
that she'd have to move herself on the injector instead of him
moving the injector in her.
 
He had a wonderful time watching the girl pumping up and down,
impaling herself on him over and over, sweat running down her
face. It was good aerobic exercise for her, and she was willing
to work very hard for her treatment.
 
After several minutes Rick felt his pleasure building while his
body prepared the injection. He gave one feeble upward thrust and
gave the girl her medicine in rhythmic pulses.
 
She keeled over as she began her moaning and twitching. Rick
reached through his own ecstasy and caught her so she landed
gently, in the process corralling her to lie by his side, body
snugly against his.
 
----------------------------------------------------------
 
"There are so many bad girls in town," said the mother at the
meeting they had called with Rick. "You treat them, and it works
well, but there seems to be an epidemic. Can we prevent them from
becoming bad girls in the first place?!"
 
"My Kaitlin dug up my tulips and 'transplanted' them into the
gutter!"
 
"Barbara pulled all the books out of all the bookshelves into a
big pile on the floor!"
 
"My Justine made a big mess with ice cream and mustard on the
living room rug!"
 
"Christine put her brother's hand in warm water as he was
sleeping!"
 
"You get the idea," said the first mother. "Once you treat their
condition, they are so sweet and wonderful, but the early stages
of the disease can be very distressing. You're very good at what
you do. Do you have any ideas for how we can keep our girls from
getting so bad in the first place?"
 
Rick stroked his chin. "Well, I could try a vaccination program."
 
"Really?" asked the mothers excitedly.
 
"Yes, bring your little girls to me for vaccination."
 
"Wow, that sounds wonderful!" said the mothers.

----------------------------------------------------------
 
Little things ranging in age from four to ten stopped into Rick's
office after school for their booster shots. They were always
dressed in pretty skirts or dresses.
 
Three other girls were there as helpers. Part of being very, very
good for some especially cute girls was volunteering their time
at the local doctor's office.
 
One way they could help was to attend the treatments without any
clothes on. That helped the patients feel more at ease with
having to expose their private parts to a grown man.
 
He also said he could increase the effectiveness of the medicine
if they helped him perfect a new part of the protocol. They lay
back and let him explore their private parts with his tongue. The
girls said that felt nice, and ended with a little satisfying
dollop of pleasure. Having learned the technique, he began
licking some of his cuter patients to happy little orgasms before
he treated them. It was kind of like a tiny appetizer before the
meal, they said.
 
He thought he could also increase the effectiveness of the
medicine if the volunteer girls licked his injector device in
advance. It felt very good, and when he then turned to mount his
little patient, it did increase the effectiveness of the
medicine. Well -- it certainly felt better to him, and so it must
be more effective. Yes, perhaps he should file a brief report
with the medical journal.
 
Several times after licking his injector device especially well,
the girls made him spill some of his precious medicine in their
mouths and all over his chest. The naked girls eagerly scooped it
up with their fingers and shoved it up their vaginas, and
reported that it felt good and was just a little bit like being
treated.
 
It was important not to let any of the medicine stain the lovely
Sunday clothes the girls were wearing. The helper girls held
their hands under the treated girl's butt as Rick removed his
injector to catch anything that dripped out. Others cleaned
Rick's injector. Still others fished inside the treated girl's
pussy proactively to get some of the medicine so it wouldn't leak
out later and stain her panties. All of them shoved the drippings
up into their own vaginas.
 
----------------------------------------------------------
 
Little girls weren't the only bad girls in town.

Some of the big girls got in trouble with getting drunk and
smoking and staying out past their curfew. Rick's treatments were
very effective for them too. When bad big girls reported how
deliriously happy they were with the treatment for their
condition, other big girls started drinking and smoking just to
get treated. At the parents' request, he moved from treatment to
vaccination of the big girls as well.
 
Some of the wives and mothers in town didn't act like good girls
either. They were messy, bad cooks, spent too much money, yelled
at their sons, or drank too much. Rick began treating and
vaccinating them as part of his caseload.
 
The girls and women in Springfield became the best behaved
females in the whole country!

The women were gracious in performing their conjugal duties, but
honed their skill at faking orgasms. After getting vaccinated by
Rick, the same act from other males paled in comparison.
 
Most medicines have side effects. One side effect of Rick's
treatment was pregnancy. Many of the women and big girls started
using contraception such as the pill. But many got pregnant, and
most carried their babies to term. Many of those realized they
were not in a position to raise them well, so they were good
girls and cheerfully gave them up for adoption. Others were so
happy with the doctor that they were delighted to have his
babies.
 
Rick was only one of a great many boys who were engineered to
produce that drug known variously as Inner Piece, Good Girl Come!
or Liquid Spanking, and with the initial success a much larger
follow-on crop of special boys were created who could dispense
the treatment. As they came of age and began treating and
vaccinating entire communities, the Springfield success was
repeated in more and more places until it swept the land.

An interesting thing happened. The women were able to meet their
husbands' every whim -- if they chose to. Wise and compassionate
girls began meeting the sexual needs of boys as soon as they
reached puberty -- if they were good. But they only chose to if
the men and teens took steps to become better men. The men in
turn became ardent followers of the golden rule, beneficent to
all, protectors of the earth, and kind to every creature. A new
age of peace, prosperity and ecological harmony spread across the
earth.
 
There was one line the therapists would not cross, however.
Treatment was never offered to girls below the age of four. Girls
were allowed to go through the Terrible Twos without being
treated. Guided by loving and enlightened parents, they had mild
cases, but they were bad girls and suffered it untreated.
 
----------------------------------------------------------
 
Rick gave a booster shot to a buxom 16-year-old just before he
went to bed. A girl of age 4 was due for her very first
vaccination first thing in the morning.
 
But Rick's genetic engineering made him produce a lot of Good
Girl Come! The more he injected into females, the more he
produced.
 
So as not to waste his middle-of-the-night productions, he went
to bed with a 28-year-old mother and her 5-year-old daughter.
When he awoke at 3am he rolled onto the mother. She awoke as the
moment she had been awaiting so eagerly arrived at last. He slid
his therapeutic penis into her pussy, pumped for thirty seconds
and gave her a booster dose. He slid off and went back to sleep
as she sighed and moaned. Such happy female noises were like a
lullaby to him.
 
When he awoke at 6am, it was time for the daughter. He raised the
sleepy girl's nightgown to expose her privates.
 
"Oh, goody!" said the girl, who woke as he rolled onto her.

"Lucky you!" cooed the mother, who woke at the same time.
 
Rick slid in and out of the little thing for several minutes,
enjoying the grip of her tender pussy. He finally inseminated her
with Inner Piece too, and she gave a higher-pitched set of moans
and gurgles. Sympathetic motherly moans and whisperings of
daughter love added to the mix. The lovely two-part lullaby
soothed him back to sleep once more.

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What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether
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