"Please select a Mommy."
It all still seemed like a joke to Marty. There was no such thing as a "Baby Factory" that turned little 8 year-old boys in to babies. Although Marty was in awe of all this, the large TV screen, the soft motherly voice that kept talking to him, he still didn't believe it. But somehow, this machine with the maturnal voice was able to scan him with a blue beam of light, and show what he would look like as a 9 month-old baby. How was that possable?
In 1959, this machine did not exist. Or did it?
And yet, for reasons he didn't really understand, Marty was drawn in to this "joke" and played along, as if deep down inside, he wished it were true: even though, he knew it wasn't. How could it be? A machine, a "factory" that could turn you into a baby? But still, Marty played along, perhaps hoping that dreams and fantasies do come true.
On the giant TV screen there appeared dozens of small photos of women between the ages of 18 to 50, who were of different sizes, races, weight, and facial experssons. The faces would stay on the screen for a few moments, and then they were replaced by other photos of different women, of all different looks and ages. Dozens at first, then hundreds, and hundreds of these photos passed before Marty's eyes, as the soft, maturnal voice of the machine guided him through the "mommy selection."
"If you find a Mommy that is a possable match, just touch the photo of her on the screen, and see more detailed photos. You may also listen to a short presentation by the Mommy you selected, decribing in her own words what kind of a mother she is, and what you can expect as her baby."
After looking at so many photos, Marty had almost grown tired of this little "joke" that was being played on him, untill he saw something that caught his eye.
There, in the upper left on the screen, was a photo that stired something deep within Marty. The woman had long brown hair, a round, chubby face and a big nose. Her warm, pretty smile, and big nose were the most striking features of her face. She was not "pretty" in the conventional sence, but to Marty, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had a warm, maternal glow, that seem to call out to Marty as he gazed upon her.
Without even being aware of it, Marty found himself reaching up to the screen and touching her photo.
"You have selected Debbie Olson. Age: 27. Location: Bluefield, West Virginina. Occupation: Daycare Provider. Hight: 5'8". Weight: 260 pounds. Eyes: Blue. Hair: Light Brown."
Marty could now see more detailed photos of her, and she looked even more beautiful then the first photo he saw. The photo showed that she was "pear-shaped" with a large, maternal bosom, narrow waist, and a huge, round bottom. She was a big, round, motherly figure, and that pretty smile of her's and her big, long nose, made her look even more motherly.
For reasons he did not understand, Marty had always been atracted to big, heavy-set mommies, with big noses. Perhaps it was because mommies who were big, round and soft, were more loving and maternal then skinny mommies. Perhaps it was because mothers with big noses are more aware of, and more sensative to, the smell of toots and poopy diapers. Marty had always noticed that mothers with big noses could always smell a toot, or a poopy diaper from across the room. And they always seemed to smile warm, motherly smiles when they smelled stinky toots, or poopy pants.
Whatever the reason was, Marty was drawn to this woman with the pretty smile, big nose, and round curvy bottom.
"Please touch the screen if you wish to listen to Debbie Olson's own words about her desire to be your mommy. If you wish, you may then make your final selection."
Again, Marty was pulled by this desire he didn't understand, and found himself touching the screen, excited by the prospect of hearing this woman speak about wanting to be his mother. And as soon as he touched the screen, she started talking with a sweet, motherly, Southern West Virginia accent. Her Southern drawl was both soothing and hypnotic.
"Hi, my name is Debbie, thank you for your interest in me. If you are making this selection, that means that you have decided to become a 9 month-old baby boy. I am one of many hopeful mothers, who desire a 9 month-old baby boy to love and care for, and to call my very own.
And let me first say, that I don't care what you have done in your life, or what you have been convicted of, as your new mommy, I will give you love like you have never known before.
The past..... your past....... will be forgotten and wiped away, you will just be my sweet, little 9 month-old baby boy."
What Debbie was talking about, and what Marty didn't know, was that The Baby Factory was real, it was not a joke. The Baby Factory was a government program to turn convicted criminals into sweet innocent infants and toddlers. Without knowing it, an 8 year-old, curious little boy had stumbled into a factory that was designed to regress adult convicts into babies again. Yet somehow, this caused no alarm in Marty. Instead, he was captivated by this woman who looked into the camera and smiled as she seemed to look right through Marty, softly speaking with that maternal Southern drawl.
"I know I'm not very pretty. Most men think I'm fat and ugly with my big nose, and I haven't had a lot of dates. But I want you to know, that I have a big heart, a lonely heart that is so bursting with love to give one special baby. I have been waiting for you sweetheart, yes, you, all of my life."
Debbie stopped speaking for a moment, she was choked with emotion, as her eyes filled with tears. She searched for the right words to tell Marty what she was feeling, and how long she has waited for a baby boy to call her own. As she looked into the camera, pouring out her feelings, her tears, and soft motherly voice had melted Marty's heart. The more she spoke, with tears running down her cheeks, the more Marty wanted to be her baby.
"Yes, I have been waiting for a baby for a long time. I am home daycare provider, and all day I get to love and care for babies, because I love babies. But at the end of the day, their mothers come and pick them up, and I am left all alone, without a baby of my own. If you select me for your new mommy, you will have lot's of other babies to play with, but you will always be MY BABY, and you will always get my attention, no matter how many babies are in my daycare. Then, at night, when everyone has gone home, it will be just you and me, and all the love I can give you."
It was then that Marty realized that Debbie was standing in a baby's nursery!
Her whole house was one big home daycare, with cribs, playpens, highchairs, and baby toys everywhere. And there, right next to where was standing, was a wooden changing table, painted nursery-white, like the cribs and the playpens. This changing table had stacks and stacks of fluffy cloth diapers on top, and in the shelves below. Baby powder, baby oil, and Vasloine were also on the top shelf, along with what looked like pairs of frosty-white Gerber plastic baby pants.
As Debbie kept on talking with her soft, motherly Southern drawl, Marty wasn't paying attention to her words, but to the way she smiled, her large, motherly nose, and all those fluffly cloth diapers on the the changing table. It was if he were in a hypnotic trance, mezmerised by the cadance of her voice, and the sight of all those cloth diapers. Without realizing it, Marty reached up and touched the part of the screen that said, "Make Final Selection."
When the screen changed and the voice of the machine replaced Debbie's, it was as if Marty was jolted out of a deep sleep.
"You have selected Debbie Olson as your new mommy. Your selection is final, and you will now begin your new life as a baby. Welcome to your new life."
It was then that Marty felt a pain in his right arm from an injection, and saw a robotic syringe withdraw back into the wall after having delivered it's dose of drug into his system. He started feeling warm and sleepy, the room was spinning, and the floor under his feet seemed to be changing into a greenish, jello-like substance.
The Baby Factory Pt2
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What a wonderful imagination you have Marty, I loved this just as much as all your other stories, especially the ones that I have had the pleasure of reading to you on the phone 
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Where OH where is the third part???? I keep checking for it, it's like a cliff hanger! lol. Can't wait until the next part .
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