Baby Factory Ch. 5 (by fluffysomething)

You are A-064, and you have tummy-babies. You don’t want tummy-babies! You’re almost a big fluffy, but not yet! You’re too little!


“Huu-huu… Am tuu wittwe fo’ tummeh-babbehs… Am tuu soon…” You sob, as a nice mister comes over and hits you.

“Shut up, A-064. You’re going to the ‘mummah pens’.” The nice mister informs you, picking you up by the scruff.

“BAD UPSIES! Wha’ am mummah pens?” You question, as the nice mister puts you in a empty pen and gazes at you.

“These are where you’ll stay until your babies are old enough to not drink milk. Then, you go back to Group B. And, we even got you a temporary pen neighbor!” The nice mister explains, placing a very familiar-looking Bestest Sickie Friend into the pen next to you.

Wait, is that A-063?

“Wai Ay-Zewo-Siks-Thwee hav’ tu stay by stupid housie-fwiend? Nu wike, an’ nu wan.” They sneer, staring at you as they proceed to sit down in their pen.

“Buh, sickie-fwends nu can be soon-mummahs. Wight?” You ask, as the nice mister sighs.

“A-063, that isn’t very nice. You two are supposed to be friends. And, A-064, we used ‘special human magic’ to make A-063 a ‘soon-parent’.” The nice mister explains further, as you nod, but still get confused. Did they have bad special-huggies like you did?

“Buh, tu be soon-mummah, 'ou nee speshew-huggies. They can nu du that!” You gasp, as the nice mister groans and hits his head.

“That’s because we put purified viral genetic material into A-063, and they took it in quite well.” The nice mister keeps going on, as you shrug your hooves. What does that mean?

“An’ nyo, Ay-Zewo-Siks-Thwee am soon-pawentaw-viwus. Gon’ hav bestest bay-bees…” A-063 smiles softly at their midsection, patting it gently before realizing you’re here and their face suddenly changes into a frown.

“Actually, you’re only here to see your friend for a bit. You’re old enough to give fluffies the ‘bestest sickies’ and ‘replication-huggies’, so you have to move with the A-group Bestest Sickie Friends.” The nice mister thinks you two are friends? After your jaw drops due to that statement, he picks them up and he walks to another room.

Yay! You don’t have to see them anymore! You’re so happ-

“Nu wan be by dummeh fwuffy! Ay-Zewo-Seben-Fouw am bestesh fwuffy, an’ nu wan be by nu dee-sign-ah fwuffies!” Another fluffy shouts, stomping their hoof and staring at you, their cheeks puffed.

Not this again…


You are A-063, and you are currently singing to your inside-babies! You’re going to be the bestest, favoritest, amazing-est parental virus ever! All your babies need to do is be pretty!


“Pawentaw viwus wuv inside-baybees, inside-baybees wuv pawentaw viwus, gon’ be pwettiest bay-bees in whowe wowwd!” You smile, giggling at the song you made up as some of the other sickie-friends stare in shock at the fact you have inside-babies and they don’t.

Some do, though! Just like you! You feel tired, and the lights in this room are starting to go out… You’re going night-nights!

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