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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, December 10, 2015

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: paigesdi.txt
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story_codes: creature/g(8), first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: When a little girl goes exploring in a forest, she comes across something that defies explanation. And then it is the little girl who finds herself being explored.


story_language: English





Paige's Discovery

Written by madvlad


	No one knew where it came from or how long it had been there. The first to find it had been the copper-skinned nomads as they trekked across this unexplored continent. It was not known among the entire tribe but only to the young maidens who would venture to the place where it waited. The men paid no mind to them as they disappeared into the trees - the nubile, the blossoming, and even some younger.

	Centuries passed and other people arrived and later left. And it still remained, waiting to be found again.

	A deer froze and then leapt into the brush as a noisy crunch of small footsteps approached. The new arrival was upright, wearing brightly colored shorts and a t-shirt that did not blend with the forest. Neither did her white skin, so fair compared to the first ones who had come to this place.

	Paige paused as she heard the rustle of the deer's passage off to her right. Beneath her page-boy cut auburn bangs, the girl's eyes squinted as she searched for whatever animal had made the noise, but she saw nothing. Overhead, a squirrel chittered and she smiled. She thought squirrels were cute even if her grandpa thought they were just pests.

	While Paige's father was working on a project overseas, she and her mother had come to spend the summer at her grandparents' large, rambling house. Paige's Aunt Kim, who was newly divorced, had arrived with her three year-old daughter, Heather, a week later.

	Paige enjoyed playing with Heather and liked to think of herself as a big sister. It was a welcome change since she was an only child. All the same, she also enjoyed venturing out into the woods that stretched for untold miles from her grandparents' back yard. Her mother and her aunt thought Heather was too young to go wandering off in there, but allowed Paige to explore by herself with the admonition to stay on the trails they had known since childhood and to never climb over the chain link fence that marked the boundary to some government lands. As a precaution, she wore a whistle around her neck to signal in case she got lost, but the winding trails she kept to were plenty of fun.

	It hadn't rained in nearly a week and Paige didn't have to worry about any mud on the dirt trails (not that she would have if there had been mud). So she was surprised as one foot suddenly struck something gooey. A gob of it splashed up her leg and when she brushed it off, it didn't seem like mud.

	It was thicker and almost jelly-like; a golden-brown and somewhat transparent. When she looked at her foot, she saw more of the stuff quickly oozing into the soil and disappearing altogether. While she considered what she had just witnessed, she felt some of it high on her thigh, underneath her shorts.

	She brushed at her shorts leg but instead of dislodging the stuff, she seemed to make it slide higher on her limb.  Jerking her shorts leg up, Paige saw it there, pulsating before it flattened and slid against the elastic leg band of her panties.

	Startled, she yipped and tried to brush it away before a presence in her mind wordlessly told her to be calm. She froze until the thing slid under her waistband. Then she tried to push it out, her concern over this something touching her private parts overwhelming the presence.

	Paige didn't exactly know why her private parts had to be private but had been taught that some people liked to do things with little girls' privates. She understood that this was a bad thing, although again she didn't quite know why.

	"No!" she protested. "You're going to touch my kitty."

	But no matter how much she pushed and batted, the thing went completely into her panties. The presence in her brain kept her from panicking but couldn't stop her from being very concerned. She unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her shirts and pulled them down so she could tug the waistband of her panties out. She was just in time to see the small mass slide over her hairless cunny, stretching so that it covered it completely.

	Something happened and Paige could feel it sealing itself over her smooth, puffy mound to create a perfect layer that matched the soft contours of her childish vulva. Paige stared, unsure of what to do next. The mass however, began to move, seemingly expanding itself inward. With the stuff now in her slit, Paige felt awkward. This had to be naughty but she didn't know quite what to do. She had been taught to report touched like this to a grown-up she trusted but there were none around and she didn't know how to explain something like this.

	When the mass had filled her small cleft from top to bottom, stopping just at her inner labia, it began undulating. Paige shivered; the waistband of her panties snapping back into place as it slipped from her nerveless fingers. Blinking, she opened her mouth to say something but only managed a croaking moan. She felt to her knees and clutched at the crotch of her panties, not trying to remove the thing but to keep it in place as her girlish sex suddenly awakened.

	The creature had long known what to do with these young females that came to it. While only a very small part of it was touching the girl, it felt everything about her through its entire being. This was a young one - not even close to beginning its ascent into maturity. But the creature knew well that such small ones could still feel pressure and be brought around to the ultimate reaction that it craved to feel and absorb into its essence.

	Paige was already aroused, her immature cunny nectar also feeding the thing between her legs, when it burrowed into her clitoral hood. The child peeped softly - the only sound she could muster - as her sensitive nubbin was engulfed and squeezed with a milking motion. Breathing heavily, she rocked back and forth, clutching at both the thing and her bubbling snatch.

	It was now pulsing heavily, rubbing and pressing on and in the little girl's pussy mound, bathing in the carnal flow of her juices. Paige was whining, thrusting her hips and grabbing at herself. Suddenly, she threw her head back, her cry twisting from her throat as she reached her climax. As her orgasm radiated, she felt the thing drawing it all in - her fluids and her energy. Her arms felt limply to her sides and she remained kneeling in a daze as the mass released its hold on her, sliding down her leg and disappearing into the ground.

	Coming to her senses, Paige looked down to find her panties sopping and plastered to her crotch. The swell of her small mound and the cleft where her labia touched were quite apparent. She touched herself there and shivered at the new memory of her mysterious communion.

	Blinking in the afternoon sunlight that filtered through the leaves above, she became acutely aware of touching her panties while her shorts were pulled down. It was not the sort of thing good girls were supposed to do and she sheepishly put her clothing back into place before returning to the house.

	The following day, Paige walked back to the same place. She wasn't even sure if what happened yesterday had been real as it seemed so dreamlike and impossible. But when her foot suddenly squished on the otherwise dry ground, she stopped. A mass, with more of the substance this time, oozed up her leg. Paige undid her shorts so she could caress it and herself through her panties by the time it had closed around her eager little twat.

	On the third day, Paige was feeling naughty and didn't mind that a bit. When the mass pressed around her cunny, she slid a hand inside her panties, feeling its warm, jelly-like surface. With eager fingers, she could feel the contours of her pussy shifting as the thing molested her. Her climax this day was even harder. In the aftermath, an idea for tomorrow flashed in her brain and she felt the presence signal its approval.

	It was after lunch when Paige arrived. The forest seemed strangely quiet as she stood and looked around. The ground was dry but she felt the presence waiting. As her idea the day before had been to give the thing better access to her private parts, Paige removed her clothing. She still felt rather naughty for doing this and as a way of compensating, she carefully folded each piece before placing everything on a nearby tree stump. The last to go was the whistle she wore around her neck - she certainly didn't want anyone at the house to find her.

	With the early summer breeze licking at her nude form, the little girl stepped back onto the dry earth of the trail. Immediately, she felt the squishiness beneath her feet. Instead of one small piece of the jelly-like substance, much more of it poured up both of her legs. Paige was pulled down and the substance cushioned her fall. As she lay prone, the stuff had tightly encased her little body in the thin layer up to her neck. Slender tendrils swept gracefully over her face.

	Paige sighed as the thing constricted in pulses, kneading her entire body as a little more of it nestled into the hairless folds of her pussy. The whole-body caresses enhanced the work in her cunny - the pressing there and the latching of her clit. Paige's orgasm ran deeper and longer and this time; the creature retaining its hold on her.

	Paige felt warm and snuggly all over as she remained covered. More gel was gathering between her legs, moving insistently against her bald little twat. Then it was moving inside. As she felt herself stretching down there, Paige whimpered. The force was building up as more substance readied itself in her crotch.

	"What are you doing?" she asked aloud, unfamiliar with her own female anatomy inside the slit she used for peeing.

	The answer came in a huge rush that entered her virgin channel without warning. The little girl screamed as she was deflowered, the blood and shattered membrane from her ruined hymen absorbed by the creature. The pain ebbed and Paige became acutely aware of the heavy movement inside of her, stretching and penetrating immature pussy until it was impossibly full.

	The gel moved in and out of the little girl, making her tender cunt grow hotter and soupier. Paige's fright was gone, replaced by a wondrous discovery that the thrusting mass inside her tight, childish snatch. Her sex tube relaxed, allowing more of the stuff inside. Her arousal grew with every surge until she was shuddering again with a wet release

	Now more substance came up, shifting over the child's firm little rump. Paige giggled at the sensation as the stuff oozed between her cheeks but stiffened as it entered her rear.

	"That's my butt," she wheezed. "You can't...Augh!...Oh!...Ohhhhhhh."

	The creature rammed inside, flooding her virgin ass. Paige's anus enlarged helplessly as a second tide entered her in concert with the first still moving inside her twat. Her belly puffed as her bowels were filled. Inside, the relentless movement agitated her further - the thrusting against the taut ring of her asshole and the forceful caressing in her rectum. Her next climax was even stronger as the creature never slowed.

	As her orgasm subsided, Paige felt her nipples aching. Through the thin layer of gel, she could see that they were erect as the stuff continuously wrapped around the tiny nubs and tugged at them. They had been hard before, like when she was cold, especially getting out of a bath. But never had they hurt like this - it was a needful hurt, begging for something more. And they had never been this big.

	With the child's nipples engorged, the creature found the miniscule pores that in future years she would allow her milk to flow to her own babies. Narrowed to the size of thread, the gel entered the pores, reacting with the unready flesh it found until it enlarged. Paige stared as she watched and felt her flat chest sprout a pair of little breasts. She emitted a warbling groan as the stuff oozed in and out of her nipples, keeping the rhythm of the movement in her lower places.

	The creature squeezed her new titlets as it pulsed in and out of her nipples. Paige couldn't stand it for long and surrendered to another orgasm.

	Her anatomy lesson continued between her legs as her cervix had softened from the creature's secretions. It knew well how she was constructed and once she was ready, it opened the barrier to her uterus. When her latest climax was complete, it introduced the next thing, penetrating her womb. Paige felt the sudden, deeper force inside of her and then the pressure as her tiny chamber began to inflate. The added volume allowed for longer thrusts in and out of her pussy and caused her belly to balloon even further as now her rectum and womb were swollen with the creature.

	With her pouting little breasts and round tummy, the eight year-old looked like a pregnant woman in miniature. Paige groaned sluttishly as the substance moved in and out of her body at so many points, thrusting inside in massive surges. Everything was aching and itchy and only the repeated tides of gel soothed her while also creating more demand of the same.

	She became aware of forest animals watching this unusual intercourse, their rudimentary minds connecting with and sharing the creature's taking of this human child. With their paws and hoofs in the soil, they were part of it, feeling the adult reactions of her immature cunt, the pounding in her little ass and the mauling of her tiny breasts.

	Paige's eyes focused on a deer, watching its penis grow hard. Through the creature inside and all over her, she had a vision of one of its memories of long ago. It was an Indian girl, barely old enough to have her breasts blooming of their own accord. She was naked and bent over a fallen tree while a buck rutted with her. They were connected by the creature and its recent use of the girl had made her womb still available for the deer. This allowed it to hammer most of its tapered, nine inch cock into the writhing girl until it seeded her so heavily that her belly grew from the liquid pressure inside.

	The vision cleared and Paige saw the buck here and now pawing at the dirt. A lewd idea bloomed in her innocent mind - an idea of just how much she'd love to have that hard thing savagely stabbing into her young snatch. The thought floated and dissipated away as the flood of substance ravaging her little body took her full attention. She was cumming again and this time it never crested at the apex. She kept going, her small, slender form shuddering as the climax continued for minutes until she could take more and lost consciousness.

	Paige awoke, nude and alone in the dirt. She had some memory of a deer and something she wanted to do with it but it evaporated like the stuff of dreams. But she clearly remembered her encounter with the creature. Now, her chest and belly were as flat as before although her nipples seemed a little tender. With a careful finger, she explored her cunny for the first time. It too had returned to normal size, squeezing against her finger as she inserted it. Deeper than she could reach, her cervix was once again closed.

	When she sat up, her body ached a little with the movement. Remembering what had occurred in her rear, she clenched her asshole, finding everything in normal condition. Slowly, she rose and got dressed, exhausted and a somewhat sore but already anticipating the next day.

	Anne was on the back porch with a book and a glass of iced tea as her sister, Margie came out the back door with a glass of her own.

	"Is Heather napping?" Anne asked.

	"Yes," Margie replied. "But she insists on naptime stories which are not the same as bedtime stories at night, or so she informed me. Some stories are for the afternoon and others are for the evening. She has this all figured out."

	"I remember Paige at that age," Anne said with a grin. "She had nap and night time priorities assigned to different toy animals. And there were only certain sippy cups that could be used at breakfast, others at lunch, and others at dinner. Not to mention ones we'd take out for trips during the day."

	"That would explain the twenty or so you gave me," Margie laughed as she saw a small figure emerge from the woods. "Oh, here comes Paige."

	Anne looked at her daughter as she walked with a slight stagger. She shivered at the delicious memories from her childhood and gave her sister a knowing look.

	"I think she discovered that puddle in the woods," she said slowly.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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