The Baby Factory

[babymarty]

On a warm Spring day in 1959, eight year-old Marty slowly crept up to the door of the building. He was shaking with fear and excitment. There were rumors at his school was that this place was some kind of "baby factory" that turned little boys and grown men into babies. Of course Marty knew that was silly; after all, being 8 years-old, he was old enough to know that babies come from mommies: not factories.

But still, this was an odd place. It was the size of 2 football fields, 4 stories high, with over 50 clotheslines going around the building. At any given time of the day, those clotheslines were full of freshly washed diapers drying in the sun, along with 100's of pairs of plastic and rubber baby pants. Sometimes you could see women leaving the buulding and either hanging up diapers to dry, or, taking them down after they had dried in the sun. These woman all wore white uniforms, like nurses, and from a distance, they looked so pretty and motherly, at least to Marty. He would often ride his bike home from school, and then sneek up to the place through the woods, just to watch those fluffy soft cloth diapers drying in the brezze, and catch a peek at those pretty ladies hanging up freshly washed diapers and rubber baby pants.

Marty would sit for hours at the edge of the woods, watching all those fluffy cloth diapers and rubber baby pants sway in the breeze. You see, Marty had a secret, something that he couldn't share with anyone else: Marty wanted to be a baby again. He didn't like being a "big boy" and playing with "big boy" toys, wearing "big boy" clothes; he wanted to be a baby, playing with toddler toys, and wearing soft cloth diapers and rubber baby panties. His real mother never loved him, and he never knew his dad, so all of his life he had only known the pain of foster famlies.

Watching all those diapers hanging on the clotheslines, Marty fantasied about being a baby again, he dreamed about being powdered and diapered, and being cared for by a loving mommy. He didn't really know what this place was: Was it a "Baby Factory"? Or just a big building, with lot's of clotheslines, and lot's of diapers? A diaper service company perhaps? All Marty knew, was that it had diapers, and pretty mommies who were hanging them out to dry, and he wanted to get a closer look.

After slowly opening the door, Marty found himself in a waiting room, that looked like the waiting room of a daycare center. There were chairs and small tables, along with reading materals, and it was slightly "babyish" with soft colors on the wall, toys and coloring books laying around. Then Marty noticed a large TV screen on the wall, unlike any TV he had ever seen. And there was something else, baby smells! There was a sweet sent of baby powder in the air, along with a faint smell of poop, just like a daycare center.

"Hello, and welcome to your new life as a baby. I'm here to guide you in your age regression and your Mommy slection."

The voice was soft and motherly, and was coming from the TV screen on the wall. There, on the TV, was a beautiful woman, smiling down at Marty, seeming to talk directly to him, as he stood in awe of this giant TV and the woman who was looking right at him, right through the TV screen.

"Please select the age you wish to regress to, and how big or small of a baby you would like to be. Remember, the age regression process is permanent, and cannot be reversed. You will this age and size for all of your natural life, from this point on, you will be a baby forever."

Marty laughed at all this sillyness. After all, babies come from mommies: not factories. It was impossable to turn an 8 year-old boy into an infant or toddler. But still, Marty was drawn to the large TV screen and this woman's soft hypnotic voice. Because he secretly longed to be a baby again, Marty played along with this silly game, wondering what it all ment, and where it was leading to.

"Please state your name."

Marty paused for a moment, and then said, "Marty, my name is Marty."

"Well Marty, you will retain your name in your new life as a baby, but after a few hours, your mind will regress to the age you select. You will have no memory of the past, but you will respond to your name."

As Marty watched, there, on the TV screen, were faces of different babies, along with their ages which ranged from tiny newborns, to big 3 year-old toddlers. As Marty looked at each one, a blue beam of light came out of a wall panel, and scaned him from head to toe.

"Scaning complete. Please select the age you would like to regress to, and touch the screen to make your selection."

The baby faces on the TV screen now changed, and they were the faces of Marty at different ages of infancy and toddlerhood. Marty could now see what he would look like as a baby of different ages. The newborn Marty was all shrivled up and very small, and the 3 year-old toddler face looked more like an older child. As Marty looked at all the different baby faces, he was drawn to one, as if something was drawing him to that photo. He touched the box that said "9 Month-Old", and before him on the screen was a photo of him as a big, chubby 9 month-old baby with rolls of baby fat.

"You have selected 9 months of age. Babies this age can sit up by themselves, crawl, and pull themselves up to a standing postion. Most 9 month olds however, cannot walk. They eat solid foods, drink from bottles, and have 2 to 4 poopy diapers a day, along with 8 to 10 wet diapers a day. They can jabber, but cannot talk, and are very attached to their Mothers. Babies this age often stay close by their Mothers, and cry when she leaves the room."

This age was what Marty always dreamed about, when he fantasized about being a baby again.
A 9 month-old, unlike a toddler, was still a baby in every respect, totaly dependant on their Mother for their every need. Although he still thought this was all some kind of joke or game, Marty touched the screen box that said, "Please make final age regression selection."

"Congragulations! You will spend the rest of your life as a big, chubby 9 month-old baby, being cared for by a loving mommy. Now, please select the mommy that will best suit your needs."

[TheSitterStacie]

Dude, I know nobody else has commented on this story, but I have to say, this is one of the BEST stories I have read. I love everything about it, it's new, it's fresh, and I cannot wait to read more of it. I love sci fi stuff and this is awesome!

Stacie

[babymarty]

My goodness Stacie! Your high praise is turning me red in the face.

(And I'm not even pooping my pants! )

Thank you so much!

I will try to have part 2 up in a day or two. THANK YOU!!!!

[TheSitterStacie]

You are very welcome, now where is the second part? Yes I'm impatient I know lol

Stacie.

[DommyMommyScarlet]

Marty? I love this story. Like Stacie said it is very different. Now I am going to be anxious for part 2 as well. Thank you for sharing it with us.

[MommyJosie]

Wow, wow, wow. Now that was a good story. I'm impressed lil Marty. What an imagination. And the writing was excellent, because i can be kind of picky in that department. But that was good. Part 2 part 2!

[babymarty]

Thank you all so much for reading my stories and for all the postive feedback.

It really means a lot to me.