The Baby Factory Pt3
Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:04 pm
As the floor changed into a green, "jello-like" substance and began to cover his feet, Marty felt warm and relaxed. Even though Marty was being pulled into the warm, green goo, like quicksand, he felt no fear or pain. It was as if he were slipping into a warm bath, with soft warm water.
Within a matter of minutes, the warm, green goo was up to Marty's neck, yet there was no fear of drowing, due to the calming injection he recived, and the soft maturnal voice of the machine he had fell into.
"Don't be afraid little one, everything's alright. Soon you will start your new life as a baby with your new mommy. Just relax, and let the warm, WATERS OF LIFE carry you to your Mother. She's waiting for you. That's it, relax and go to sleep. When you wake up, you will be a baby again."
As the green goo covered Marty's head, he was cocooned inside an air pocket, and fell into a deep sleep. It was as if Marty was back inside his Mother's womb, floating inside a warm, green "jello-like" goo that seemed to be feeding him and protecting him. But as he was sleeping, the green goo was also desolving his big boy clothes, and regressing him back to infancy.
First went his shoes and socks, then his pants and shirt were desolved, and then his underwear was desolved untill Marty was completly naked, floating in the green goo that covered his whole body. And his body was no longer that of an 8 year-old boy, but was slowly being changed back into small, chubby infant. Cell by cell, atom by atom, Marty was changed into a 9 month-old baby, floating in a warm green substance. This green goo was called THE WATERS OF LIFE because not only did it regress an adult or child back to infancy, but this green substance also gave the baby "new life" by re-engerizing, as well as regressing every cell in their body. Every organ, and every cell was "re-set" to the age of 9 months.
Henceforth, Marty will have no control over his body or it's functions. Like any other 9 month-old baby, Marty will automaticly drool, brup, toot, pee and poop his pants when ever his body feels the need to. If he and his Mother are in Church one morning, and Marty feels gas in his tummy, he will have no choice but to loudly toot in front of everybody without any control over his gas. And if he and his Mother are out shopping one day, and Marty feels a bowel movement coming on, he will just automaticly start grunting and filling the seat of his diaper with poop, no mater who is watching him.
As Marty was floating in the green substance and being regressed, he was also moving toward something. It was a light, and as he moved closer to the light, something started to happen. Marty could feel himself leaving the warm, green goo, and cold air was rushing toward him. Then, suddenly, marty woke up, and found himself under a bright light, with a pretty older lady smiling down at him.
"Well, hello little one! It's nice to see you! My name is Miss Wendy, and I'm here to make sure you're OK. Now don't be afraid sweetie, everything is alright. It's time to start your new life."
Marty looked up at the woman in shock and disbelief. She looked like a giant, and everything in the room was huge, including all the machines and panels with blinking lights that that woman was watching as she pressed buttons and flipped switches.
"How old is he?" Another giant woman asked the one named Miss Wendy.
"Let's see, it says here in his file, that he's 9 months-old, and his name is Marty."
"Oh he's just darling Wendy! Couldn't you just eat him up! What a cutie-pa-tootie! Look at these fat, chubby thighs! What a butterball! And have you ever seen a such a fat, chubby, baby bottom? Oh I'd love to be his Mommy! I would just love to powder this chubby bottom every day!"
Miss Wendy just smiled at her co-worker's gushing and drooling over this new baby. Laura always seemed to be drawn to the fat ones, especially baby boys with fat, chubby thighs, and 9 month-old Marty was one of the cutest, big babies she had every seen.
"Now Laura," Miss Wendy said, "you can't have every chubby baby that you see here. This little guy already has a mommy, and she's going to pick him up in a few hours, so we need to finish with his check up. Let's see.... Heart, brain, liver, all checking out fine....."
"How is he as far as the regression process?" Laura asked Miss Wendy, while looking up at one of the lighted panels.
"Well, the regression process worked, and he's now a healthy, and I must say very fat 9 month-old baby boy. Humm..... let's see what this says......"
"What about his mind? Does he still remember his past life? Does he know what we are saying?"
The question seem to suprise Miss Wendy, until she remembered that Laura was a new employee at The Baby Factory.
"Yes, he does understand what we are saying, but not for long. Although his body is fully regressed back to that of a 9 month-old, the mind is somewhat slower to regress back to infancy. However, within a few hours he won't remember a thing, or this conversation we are having. Within 2 to 3 hours of the body being regressed, the mind with catch up and regress back to where it's suposed to be, which is 9 months of age."
Laura smiled down at Marty, as Miss Wendy explained the regression process to her, and to Marty as well, since he could understand everything they were saying about him.
"So he won't have any control over his bladder or bowels?" Laura asked.
"Oh heavens no!" Miss Wendy answered with a chuckle. "Not only do babies this age have no control over their body functions, but they don't even have awareness of it. When the lower intestine signals to the sphincter muscle that digested food is coming, the sphincter automaticly opens up and the baby starts to have a bowel movement with no control or awereness of what is taking place."
"What about all that grunting that I see babies do? I used to work in a daycare center and babies this age always get all red in the face and grunt really hard when filling their pants. Don't they have some control over that? Don't they know that they're pooping in their pants?"
Again, Miss Wendy laughed and explained to her young assistant how a baby's bowels work.
"When a baby turns red in the face and grunts, he's just doing what his infant body is making him do, and he's not even aware of it. A 9 month-old like this one here, will be playing with his toys, concertrating on getting that pretty bright blue toy in his mouth that's he chewing and drooling on, when suddenly he feels a fullness, or discomfort in his tummy. Then without even thinking about it, or being able to control it, he starts pushing and grunting as his infant body forces him to push soft warm poop into the seat of his diaper. He's not even aware that he's pooping in his pants, all he knows is that his bottom feels warm and squishy and there is a pungent aroma in the air. He doesn't know that the pungent aroma is coming from the poop in his diaper, nor does he realize that his face is red as a beet, or that his grunts are loud enough to hear in the next room.
Of course everyone in the house knows what he's doing, but he doesn't. An infant this age doesn't make the connection between the pungent aroma in his pants, and why his Mother is smiling at him, sniffing the air, and wrinkling up her nose.
Even when his Mother talks to him, asking him if he's filled his pants, he doesn't understand what she's saying. One moment, his Mother is sniffing the air, saying, 'Phew! I smell something.' and the next moment she's pulling back his diaper and rubber pants to see if he's tooted or filled his diaper. But he doesn't understand why his Mother is wrinkling up her nose, or pulling open the back of his diaper and looking inside his pants. All he knows, as a 9 month-old baby, is that his Mother is making soft, motherly cooing sounds, and pulling back his diaper looking for something, and the next thing he knows, is that he's on a changing table with his Mother wiping his bottom. But he doesn't know why."
Laura smiled and nodded her head as Miss Wendy explained why babies don't have control or awareness of their bowel movements. Now she understood why babies this age turn red in the face and grunt so much, and why they don't understand that they are messing their pants in front of everyone in the room. When Laura worked at the daycare center, she always noticed how every mom in the room would stop and watch the baby with the red face, and how the baby would dirty their pants without any privicy as everyone watched them. Now, she understood why. But why do mothers love to watch babies fill their pants? This was somethig that Laura did not understand, but then again, she wasn't a mom.
As Marty laid there, looking up at these giant women smiling and talking about babies pooping in their pants, he was horrified and in a state of shock. Was he really 9 months-old now? All this talk about a "Baby Factory" was a joke. Or was it? Was he really going to make potty in his pants without any control or awareness of it, just like they were talking about?
"Well, speaking of diapers, let's get this cutie-pa-tootie to The Powder Room so Miss Karen can powder and diaper this cute, chubby bottom."
And with that, Marty was put on a soft conveyor belt, laying on his tummy, and transported into the "Powder Room" where Miss Karen was waiting with soft cloth diapers and plenty of sweet-smelling baby powder for his fat chubby bottom.
As marty slowly traveled down the soft conveyor belt, laying naked on his tummy, he was already starting to mentaly regress back to infancy. His shock and fear started to give way to a mindless, infantile contentment, as a state of baby bliss took over his mental state. He began to drool and suck on his fingers, as he babbled in to himself in baby gibberish, having lost the ablity to talk. He was slowly entering a world of diapers, rubber baby pants, bibs, bottles, pacifiers, and gentle, loving, motherly care.
Within a matter of minutes, the warm, green goo was up to Marty's neck, yet there was no fear of drowing, due to the calming injection he recived, and the soft maturnal voice of the machine he had fell into.
"Don't be afraid little one, everything's alright. Soon you will start your new life as a baby with your new mommy. Just relax, and let the warm, WATERS OF LIFE carry you to your Mother. She's waiting for you. That's it, relax and go to sleep. When you wake up, you will be a baby again."
As the green goo covered Marty's head, he was cocooned inside an air pocket, and fell into a deep sleep. It was as if Marty was back inside his Mother's womb, floating inside a warm, green "jello-like" goo that seemed to be feeding him and protecting him. But as he was sleeping, the green goo was also desolving his big boy clothes, and regressing him back to infancy.
First went his shoes and socks, then his pants and shirt were desolved, and then his underwear was desolved untill Marty was completly naked, floating in the green goo that covered his whole body. And his body was no longer that of an 8 year-old boy, but was slowly being changed back into small, chubby infant. Cell by cell, atom by atom, Marty was changed into a 9 month-old baby, floating in a warm green substance. This green goo was called THE WATERS OF LIFE because not only did it regress an adult or child back to infancy, but this green substance also gave the baby "new life" by re-engerizing, as well as regressing every cell in their body. Every organ, and every cell was "re-set" to the age of 9 months.
Henceforth, Marty will have no control over his body or it's functions. Like any other 9 month-old baby, Marty will automaticly drool, brup, toot, pee and poop his pants when ever his body feels the need to. If he and his Mother are in Church one morning, and Marty feels gas in his tummy, he will have no choice but to loudly toot in front of everybody without any control over his gas. And if he and his Mother are out shopping one day, and Marty feels a bowel movement coming on, he will just automaticly start grunting and filling the seat of his diaper with poop, no mater who is watching him.
As Marty was floating in the green substance and being regressed, he was also moving toward something. It was a light, and as he moved closer to the light, something started to happen. Marty could feel himself leaving the warm, green goo, and cold air was rushing toward him. Then, suddenly, marty woke up, and found himself under a bright light, with a pretty older lady smiling down at him.
"Well, hello little one! It's nice to see you! My name is Miss Wendy, and I'm here to make sure you're OK. Now don't be afraid sweetie, everything is alright. It's time to start your new life."
Marty looked up at the woman in shock and disbelief. She looked like a giant, and everything in the room was huge, including all the machines and panels with blinking lights that that woman was watching as she pressed buttons and flipped switches.
"How old is he?" Another giant woman asked the one named Miss Wendy.
"Let's see, it says here in his file, that he's 9 months-old, and his name is Marty."
"Oh he's just darling Wendy! Couldn't you just eat him up! What a cutie-pa-tootie! Look at these fat, chubby thighs! What a butterball! And have you ever seen a such a fat, chubby, baby bottom? Oh I'd love to be his Mommy! I would just love to powder this chubby bottom every day!"
Miss Wendy just smiled at her co-worker's gushing and drooling over this new baby. Laura always seemed to be drawn to the fat ones, especially baby boys with fat, chubby thighs, and 9 month-old Marty was one of the cutest, big babies she had every seen.
"Now Laura," Miss Wendy said, "you can't have every chubby baby that you see here. This little guy already has a mommy, and she's going to pick him up in a few hours, so we need to finish with his check up. Let's see.... Heart, brain, liver, all checking out fine....."
"How is he as far as the regression process?" Laura asked Miss Wendy, while looking up at one of the lighted panels.
"Well, the regression process worked, and he's now a healthy, and I must say very fat 9 month-old baby boy. Humm..... let's see what this says......"
"What about his mind? Does he still remember his past life? Does he know what we are saying?"
The question seem to suprise Miss Wendy, until she remembered that Laura was a new employee at The Baby Factory.
"Yes, he does understand what we are saying, but not for long. Although his body is fully regressed back to that of a 9 month-old, the mind is somewhat slower to regress back to infancy. However, within a few hours he won't remember a thing, or this conversation we are having. Within 2 to 3 hours of the body being regressed, the mind with catch up and regress back to where it's suposed to be, which is 9 months of age."
Laura smiled down at Marty, as Miss Wendy explained the regression process to her, and to Marty as well, since he could understand everything they were saying about him.
"So he won't have any control over his bladder or bowels?" Laura asked.
"Oh heavens no!" Miss Wendy answered with a chuckle. "Not only do babies this age have no control over their body functions, but they don't even have awareness of it. When the lower intestine signals to the sphincter muscle that digested food is coming, the sphincter automaticly opens up and the baby starts to have a bowel movement with no control or awereness of what is taking place."
"What about all that grunting that I see babies do? I used to work in a daycare center and babies this age always get all red in the face and grunt really hard when filling their pants. Don't they have some control over that? Don't they know that they're pooping in their pants?"
Again, Miss Wendy laughed and explained to her young assistant how a baby's bowels work.
"When a baby turns red in the face and grunts, he's just doing what his infant body is making him do, and he's not even aware of it. A 9 month-old like this one here, will be playing with his toys, concertrating on getting that pretty bright blue toy in his mouth that's he chewing and drooling on, when suddenly he feels a fullness, or discomfort in his tummy. Then without even thinking about it, or being able to control it, he starts pushing and grunting as his infant body forces him to push soft warm poop into the seat of his diaper. He's not even aware that he's pooping in his pants, all he knows is that his bottom feels warm and squishy and there is a pungent aroma in the air. He doesn't know that the pungent aroma is coming from the poop in his diaper, nor does he realize that his face is red as a beet, or that his grunts are loud enough to hear in the next room.
Of course everyone in the house knows what he's doing, but he doesn't. An infant this age doesn't make the connection between the pungent aroma in his pants, and why his Mother is smiling at him, sniffing the air, and wrinkling up her nose.
Even when his Mother talks to him, asking him if he's filled his pants, he doesn't understand what she's saying. One moment, his Mother is sniffing the air, saying, 'Phew! I smell something.' and the next moment she's pulling back his diaper and rubber pants to see if he's tooted or filled his diaper. But he doesn't understand why his Mother is wrinkling up her nose, or pulling open the back of his diaper and looking inside his pants. All he knows, as a 9 month-old baby, is that his Mother is making soft, motherly cooing sounds, and pulling back his diaper looking for something, and the next thing he knows, is that he's on a changing table with his Mother wiping his bottom. But he doesn't know why."
Laura smiled and nodded her head as Miss Wendy explained why babies don't have control or awareness of their bowel movements. Now she understood why babies this age turn red in the face and grunt so much, and why they don't understand that they are messing their pants in front of everyone in the room. When Laura worked at the daycare center, she always noticed how every mom in the room would stop and watch the baby with the red face, and how the baby would dirty their pants without any privicy as everyone watched them. Now, she understood why. But why do mothers love to watch babies fill their pants? This was somethig that Laura did not understand, but then again, she wasn't a mom.
As Marty laid there, looking up at these giant women smiling and talking about babies pooping in their pants, he was horrified and in a state of shock. Was he really 9 months-old now? All this talk about a "Baby Factory" was a joke. Or was it? Was he really going to make potty in his pants without any control or awareness of it, just like they were talking about?
"Well, speaking of diapers, let's get this cutie-pa-tootie to The Powder Room so Miss Karen can powder and diaper this cute, chubby bottom."
And with that, Marty was put on a soft conveyor belt, laying on his tummy, and transported into the "Powder Room" where Miss Karen was waiting with soft cloth diapers and plenty of sweet-smelling baby powder for his fat chubby bottom.
As marty slowly traveled down the soft conveyor belt, laying naked on his tummy, he was already starting to mentaly regress back to infancy. His shock and fear started to give way to a mindless, infantile contentment, as a state of baby bliss took over his mental state. He began to drool and suck on his fingers, as he babbled in to himself in baby gibberish, having lost the ablity to talk. He was slowly entering a world of diapers, rubber baby pants, bibs, bottles, pacifiers, and gentle, loving, motherly care.
