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Switch to Forum Live View Here is a story about my exact fantasies while wearing diapers
6 years ago  ::  Feb 25, 2008 - 2:20PM #1
lonely CoBOY-2007
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This Story, contains the exact events that I want to happen to me in real life...based on my real fantasies...I know they are unconventional, but so are many others...we ALl are into something...but atleast I'm an open book about mine....I'm not one of those" Look at me's" though, I do have my limits...so read it as you will and take out of it what you will, maybe...you'll just learn something new...after all, that is....what life is all about...right? Happy Reading



The Diaper Man said

It was after three o’clock when Mother called me into the nursery for a diaper change.
“Hey my baby boy, its time to change your diaper. Come and lay down on the changer for mommy.” Said Mother as she helped me up onto the changer and laid me down.
Mother took my shoes off and dropped them on the floor near the changer. Then she took my socks off and tossed them into the trashcan where she usually tossed my wet only disposable diapers and empty packages of diapers.
Then she slid my shorts down and tossed them into the trashcan as well. Then she pulled my white t-shirt, which had some minor stains down the front, off and tossed it into the trashcan as well. Then she began unfastening my diaper very slowly so as to prolong the event as long as possible.  Then, once the tapes were unfastened, she pulled the front of my diaper down. She then let the front hang open while she took out some wipes and began to wipe me from front to back. When she was done with each wipe, she dropped each used wipe into the front of my wet diaper. Then, when she was done wiping me, she grabbed the front of my disposable diaper and pulled it out from under me being careful not to let the used wipes spill out onto the floor. Then she dropped the open diaper onto the floor near the trashcan until she was done changing my diaper.
Then she went into the closet of the nursery and opened a new package of very thick, disposable diapers, took one out, and then reached back into the closet to get six diaper doublers from the pack. Then she came back over to the changer and set the thick, white diaper with two blue pinstripes on it, and the doublers down on my chest while she grabbed the diaper, opened it up, inserted all six of the doublers into the diaper, then lifted my butt into the air while she slid the diaper under me. Then, Mother opened the powder and shook some into my diaper, and onto my front side before gabbing the front wings of my diaper and pulling it up between my legs. Mother then tucked each wing around my waist, and then fasted the tapes on each side.
When she was done, she took both of my hands, pulled me up so that I could sit up, then she helped me down from the changer.
She then led me out of the nursery, down the stairs to the ground floor, and then through the large living room, down the hall, and then into the kitchen. Once there, she told me to wait until she got back from down in the basement. A long few minutes later she came up from the basement with the maid, who was just finishing her cleaning duties down there.
Mother was still talking to the maid when she appeared out of the shadows and into the kitchen. Mother stepped out and then stepped to the side to let the maid come out.
She then started talking to the maid, giving the maid some instructions on what to do to me or with me. I never knew which one. Then, Mother let the maid take my hand as she led me out of the kitchen, through the hallway, back through the living room, then out through the back door, through the garage, through another door and into a place where the maids kept the trash carts that were full of my wet diapers. The maid then let go of my hand, reached under my arms, and lifted me into one of the carts full of my open and wet disposable diapers. Then she left for a minute and then returned with a locking lid for the cart. She then proceeded to put the lid on and lock it. After that, the maid left and then there was silence except for the rustling of the diapers I was laying on. The smell of my wet diapers began to loom inside of the cart. It was so dark, that I could not see anything at all. About half an hour later, the maid came back, unlocked and opened the lid, then dumped the full trashcan from my nursery into the cart. She then shuffled the trash around a little so that the lid would close again. Then the maid set the lid down while she picked up another trashcan full of wet diapers, but this one was full of my formerly wet cloth diapers. The cloth diapers spilled out into the cart all over me. The diapers were kind of wadded up and kind of stiff from being wet then drying like that.
Then the maid put the trashcan down and picked up a couple of newly opened packages of the exact thick disposable diapers that Mother had put on me in the nursery.
I decided to find out why I was tossed into the cart. I tried to sit up using my hand and arm to prop myself up with but the maid forced me to lye back down into the wet diapers inside the cart. Then, the maid made sure that I was covered from head to toe with the wet diapers as she took some of the diapers from inside and covered me with them.
The maid was then done emptying the diapers from my nursery. She had only to put the rest of the diaper doublers into the cart and then the rest of my onesies, my footed sleepers and then all of my t-shirts as well as all of my socks in on top of all of the wet diapers in the cart. The maid began to take my clean clothes, which she was told to bring down here from my nursery closet, and toss them all into the cart after she took them off of the hangers. Once she was done, she picked the lid up, put it back on kind of packing the trash down a little so that the lid would fit squarely and securely. Then she locked it before she walked away. It wasn’t until about noon the next day, that the maid came back. She didn’t come to open the lid and toss more trash into the cart though, she came back to roll the cart out of the room, and out to the waiting trash truck.
The cart rolled, vibrated, bumped and shimmied as it was taken over the trash truck.
Then all of a sudden, the lid was taken off and two trash men took the cart and raised it over the side of the large, white, side loading trash truck, so as to dump the contents of the cart into the hopper full of other wet diapers and unwanted baby clothing among other things. As the cart’s contents were spilling out into the hopper, one of the trash men commented on the fact that there was a baby in the trash. Once the cart was emptied and put back onto the ground, one of the trash men rummaged through the trash to find me. Once he found me, he brushed the diapers that covered me aside for a moment so that
He could insert his fingers into my leg holes so that he could check my diaper for wetness. The trash man felt around inside and discovered the doublers, noting that my diaper was very thick and bulky. Then he decided to unfasten the tapes. Once the tapes were undone, my diaper was opened. Then the trash man fished around in the trash for some old cloth diapers to put into my diaper for added absorbency for the long haul to the diaper processing plant. Then after the trash man was finished inserting the cloth diapers into my already thick and doubled disposable diaper, he taped my diaper back up a little looser than it used to be and a lot bulkier than it was. Then he shoved me back into the trash and then covered me back up with diapers from head to toe. Then the maid came back with the second and third carts full of my wet cloth and disposable diapers.
The two trash men took the closest one and dumped it into the hopper. Then after the cart was empty, one of the men pulled on a handle, which started the compactor.
The load of diapers lurched up and down for a second then began to bunch up, roll, and scrunch up as the compactor pushed the diapers and I into the back of the truck that was already partly full of diapers.  Then once the compactor was done, the trash men dumped the last cart full into the hopper. Then the trash men jumped back onto the sides of the truck gave the signal to move on, then the truck lurched and off it went to the next stop.
At the next stop, the trash men dumped in more disposable diapers, a couple cans worth of old baby clothes and some half used packs of disposable diapers that were at least six years old. Then they moved to the next stop. There they dumped in some cans of old stained up formerly wet cloth diapers, old footed printed pajama bottoms with some small holes in them, some plastic trash bags that had the corners poked out and made into leg holes, some empty disposable diaper bags, a whole bunch of open wet disposable diapers, and then a kicking and fussing little girl who was wearing a thick, baggy, saggy, disposable diaper. The little girl resisted, kicked, and fussed while the two trash men took hold of her arms and legs, then tossed her into the hopper on top of her load of trash. Then, while one of the men kept her in the hopper, the other turned the compactor on.
As the compactor started, it made the baby girl fall back into the hopper as it continued to push the load into the back of the truck, then retract. Then the two men jumped onto each side of the truck and then the truck moved on to the next stop. While the truck was moving, the little girl groaned and moaned as she tried to get back out into the hopper area to attempt to escape. When the truck stopped, the little girl fell back down into the trash. Then the two men jumped down and began to fill the hopper area with more diapers and diaper related trash. Once the hopper was full again, the compactor was turned on again, as the trash was pushed into the back of the truck where us two babies were smashed snugly in between lots of wet diapers and old baby clothes.
The truck was getting pretty full by now and by the time the truck got to the end of the alley, it was time to empty the truck so that they could finish their route by evening.
At the last stop, at the end of the alley, the truck stopped, the two trash men jumped down and dumped in loads of diapers from each side of the alley. The third can from one side of the alley had a young baby boy who was wearing three torn cloth diapers with holes in different places in each layer of diapers. He wasn’t wearing any plastic or rubber pants either. The trash man held him under his arms and carried him to the hopper where he laid him down onto the diapers inside. Then the trash man from the other side dumped a large trash can full of wet disposable diapers, baby wipes, empty diaper packages, some partially empty baby powder containers, some old cloth and disposable training pants, and several packs of unopened disposable diapers. Then the trash man that put the baby boy into the hopper, went and came back with one of the baby’s cans completely full of tattered, torn, and surface ripped toddler sized cloth diapers that were formerly wet but were now dry.
The baby’s mother hadn’t even taken the time to rinse the baby’s cloth diapers before disposing of them and the baby. She had just tossed what was in the diaper pail; his remaining cloth diapers and all of his clothes into the trash then the father took the trash out to the back and then locked the gate. The baby’s family didn’t have enough money to continue diapering him any longer and they could not afford to buy new cloth diapers. So they had called the diaper service to see if they wanted their baby. They did not. The service told them to dispose of him in the trash and not to feel too guilty.
So that is how this baby boy ended up in the trash.
Now, the trash man had dumped one of the trash cans full of the baby’s old ragged cloth diapers into the hopper on top of the baby boy who didn’t even want to struggle much because he was too scared to. The diapers came down and landed all over the baby’s face, and mid chest. Then the last can from the other side was dumped into the hopper all over the baby boy. Then the last can from his side of the alley was dumped in.
Then the two trash men jumped onto each side and held on. The truck then lurched forward and then turned onto the street where it traveled until it turned again. Then it stopped, and then turned right. Then it traveled down a main street for a long while before it slowed then turned to the left. It traveled for a long time before it went over a cattle guard then onto a dirt road. The dirt road was kind of bumpy. The truck kept on going, as it went deeper and deeper into a large canyon with mountains surrounding it on all sides. Then the truck slowed down as it turned into a lot with a guard shack and a weighing scale at the entrance, a twenty-foot high cinder block wall surrounding the ten-acre lot with a large warehouse in the center. Each truck that entered must be weighed in and weighed out upon exiting. There were four guards in the guard shack at the entrance who’s job is to keep a look out for babies that are trying to escape, or people or trash men who are trying to keep babies for themselves and or trying to keep the babies from going to the processing plant altogether.
The truck that us babies were in was next in the once long line.
It pulled up onto the scale then waited while it was weighed in. then it drove off of the scale, down into the yard where the driver was being directed to dump his load into a large square metal pit that was filling up quickly with loads of unwanted diaper trash.
The truck we were in, backed up close to the edge of the pit then the back of the truck began to open widely as the compactor started to push the trash out and into the pit.
Us three babies spilled out into the pit on top of the diapers from behind us as the diapers from in front of us spilled out on top of us. There was a truck right next to the one we were in, dumping its load into the pit as well. That truck was a lot bigger than the one we were in. It had a lot more diaper trash to empty out. The trash spilled out on top of us three babies, completely burying us under four feet of diapers. All of a sudden, the diapers under us and on top of us began to slide down into the pit and then drop down onto a moving conveyor belt. Three-inch thick clear plastic walls surrounded the conveyor belt. The trash was then carried away from the chute and over to the sorting stations manned by fifteen men and women. Each station was open enough for the sorter to be able to move around freely and comfortably while it was organized with large, tall pails for the clean disposable diapers, a couple of rolling carts for the cloth diapers and the other cart for the onesies, footed sleepers and t-shirts along with the baby clothes that came in off of the belt, and some trash cans used to put the left over containers of wipes or powder into until some one came to take them away. The sorter’s job was to separate the cloth items from the disposables, and to separate the clean disposable diapers from the wet ones. Everything else was left on the belt. If a baby came along wearing a cloth diaper or rubber pants over a cloth diaper, that baby was pulled off of the belt and tossed into the cloth diaper cart. If the baby is wearing a disposable diaper, that baby is left on the belt. If the baby is wearing any clothing, that baby must be striped down to just the diaper and depending on what type of diaper they are wearing, they will be taken to the belt and placed back on it, or placed into the cloth diaper cart.
The baby girl was the first to be sorted. She was examined then left on the belt as it carried her back into the enclosed area of the belt with the rest of the disposable diapers, wipes, and old empty diaper packages. Then the baby boy wearing the torn up and tattered cloth diapers was next. All of the cloth diapers around him including him were taken off of the belt and put into the cloth diaper cart. The cart was full now, and then was pushed aside until some one came to take it away.
I was next to be sorted. A pretty blond woman leaned in and pulled me closer to her so that she could inspect my diaper for any cloth diapers. She inserted both of her index fingers into the leg holes of my diaper and began to feel around while I went down the line. Noting the cloth diaper inside of my disposable, she quickly pulled me off of the belt, carried me over to a changing table nearby, and laid me down on it. She then quickly unfastened the tapes of my diaper and laid it open flat. She then quickly lifted my bottom up so that she could remove the cloth diaper. Then she tossed it into the empty cloth diaper cart then pulled my disposable diaper back up and refastened the tapes. She then picked me up, carried me back over to the belt, and put me back down on my back. The belt took me down the line where more people were rummaging through the trash that was under me, around me and on top of me now. All of those people’s fingers were poking through, over, around and on my diaper and I. Then the belt carried me past all of the sorters and into the enclosed part of the belt. Then the belt carried the loads of diapers into a dark area that was enclosed with three-inch thick steel walls. The belt then turned to the right then to the left before it dumped the loads of diapers into a giant bin at the end. Six women were busy coming over and taking arm loads worth of diapers to a large silver, aluminum bowl that must have been at least six to eight feet deep. The Women were dropping the armloads of diaper trash into the large aluminum bowl and then coming back for more diapers. On the other side of that bowl, there was five more the same size as that one. The baby girl was the first one to find out just what was in the giant bowl and what the people standing next to each one was doing with the loads of diapers.
After a while I was too picked up and carried over to one of the large bowls. The woman came over to the bin, picked me up, carried me over to the second bowl that was being loaded, and then the woman waited there, next to the bowl while one of the other women stepped down from the ladder, and pulled me from the woman’s arms. This woman carried me up to the top of the bowl, lifted me over the edge, and then let me go. I slid down into the bottom of the bowl that already had the whole bottom of the bowl (about four feet) filled with open wet disposable diapers, old baby wipes, and old, empty disposable diaper bags. I landed on one side then looked up to see where I was.
I noticed right away, the four large nozzles that were pointed down right into the bottom of the bowl each nozzle was placed directly across from another one. Each nozzle had a large clear tube connected to it. Each tube was running into a giant container of a bluish, greenish gel. The women kept dumping the diapers into the bowl from the bin I was in until the woman that put me into the bowl, climbed down and started the pump, which would pressurize the hoses, thus pumping the thick gel into the nozzles. After the gel got through the nozzles, it became a thick, lathery foaming gel. It was squirting onto all of the diapers inside and covering me from head to toe. Once the bowl filled up past the load of diapers, a machine was rolled up to the side of the bowl that reached into the middle of the bowl. The large rubber paddle looking thing was lowered into the bottom of the bowl, before it began to stir the foam, the diapers, and I around. The paddle turned around 360 degrees as it stirred the contents of the bowl around. It continued to stir the diapers and I around, pressing itself into the back of my diaper several times, with a loud thwacking sound as it turned. Then about an hour later, the stirring machine was turned off, and wheeled away. The woman, who had put me into the bowl, appeared near the edge again; this time she had a large rubber paddle in her hand. She then reached in and then began to stir the contents around, poking the stirring paddle around randomly, poking at the diapers and I to see if the load was ready to come out yet. Of course it wasn’t, so the woman stepped back down and out of sight for a while longer. The sides of the bowl were steep and slick. The foam smelled like a combination of a new pampers or luvs’ diaper and regular shaving cream. The foaming gel was cool and sort of heavy, like whipped cream and shaving cream. The load and I were left in the bowl for another half an hour more before the woman came back to take out one of the diapers to examine it.
Once she examined the diaper, she tossed it back into the bowl and then all of a sudden, the bottom of the bowl began to open up. All of the foam and the diapers spilled out into a large strainer underneath the bowl. The foam was draining into a porcelain sink that took the foam back into another container where the foam could be reused in another load of diapers. The foam was used to deodorize, deactivate the SAP, soften the diapers if they were dry and stiff, and kill any bacteria that may be present. Once the foam was mostly gone, two women picked up the strainer, carried it over to a pile of trash, and then dumped it out onto the pile. I spilled out onto the pile of diapers that was tall and full of soft, sweet smelling disposable diapers. A few minutes later, the baby girl and the load of diapers she was in, was dumped onto the pile. Her diaper was sagging a lot now but now, it wasn’t as wet as it used to be. The foam had another effect. It dried the diapers too, two minutes after it came in contact with the wetness in the diaper the diaper was as dry as it was when it was new. Now, the baby boy that had the torn up cloth diaper on, was put into the cloth diaper cart then the cart was eventually rolled over to another sorting area where the sorters were separating the torn up and ragged cloth diapers, onesies, t-shirts, and baby clothes from the ones that weren’t torn up at all. The cloth diapers and other items that were torn up were being tossed into another cart that was eventually going to be taken to a large, deep version of a toilet, and flushed down it.
The baby boy was taken out of the cart, placed onto another conveyor belt. The belt was being loaded with the diapers from the cart. A few minutes later, the first sorter took one look at the baby’s torn up cloth diaper and took him off of the belt and put him into the other cart. A few minutes later, some more torn and worn cloth diapers were tossed into the cart on top of the baby. Once the cart was full, it was rolled away. The cart was taken over to a part of the warehouse that looked like a large men’s bathroom with all of the stalls and nothing else. The cart was rolled into one of the empty stalls and unloaded into the bowl. Once the baby boy was uncovered, the women lifted him out of the cart, and then lowered him into the toilet bowl feet first. She then lowered him into the water, then pulled him out again, then lowered him back in again. She continued to dunk him in and out of the water for a few minutes until she was satisfied that his diaper was rinsed out enough. Then she went back to taking large overflowing armloads of diapers, onesies, footed sleepers, and old t-shirts and dropping them into the toilet bowl. Once the toilet was loaded and the cart was empty, the woman began the task of rinsing out each and every diaper, onesie, footed sleeper, and t-shirt. Once she was done about an hour later, she got up, put the lid down, and latched it closed so that the baby boy couldn’t get out. Then she pushed the cart out of the way and then walked out of the room for a little while to go and get another cart to empty into the bowl once that load was flushed. The sounds of the other baby in the stall next to the one the baby boy was in, being dunked in and out of the toilet and the woman who was attending to him was washing, scrubbing his diaper as clean as it could with a toilet brush used for just this kind of thing, could be heard.
Then the woman spoke to the baby as she continued cleaning the other diapers in the toilet bowl. Then, all of a sudden, some soapy lather began to fill the watery toilet bowls. The woman attending to the other baby, had to step away, load the rest of her load into the bowl quickly, then lower the lids, then latch them before all of the toilets flushed at the same time. She gave the baby one last diaper check from all sides, front and back before latching the lid. She then walked out of the room as another woman with another cart came into the room and into one of the stalls next to the one the baby boy was in.
She quickly unloaded the cart and the baby that was inside into the toilet bowl. She then sprinkled some laundry soap into the bowls one at a time along with some fabric softener before re-latching all of the lids. Thirty seconds later, the toilets all began to flush. Water began to rush into the bowls creating a swirling waterspout, a cyclone into which all of the diapers and all of the babies were sucked and pulled down into the drains. Once the bowls were clear, the water began to refill the bowls. The baby boy was pulled down the large pipes that ran underground and eventually led to a waste treatment plant where all diapers, babies, clothing items or whatever was flushed and came down the pipes, were pulled into a strainer. Once the strainer was full, it was emptied into a large funnel that eventually pulled in the babies from the pipes, and all of the diapers. The babies all fell onto a conveyor belt along with all of the diapers, and were taken up to another conveyor belt that was taking the diapers and the babies upwards and into a rolling feeder that pulled the diapers and the babies into the first step of the cloth diapers being shredded. First, the diapers are pulled in by the feeders, like a printer, pulls in a sheet of paper before it gets printed on, then the diapers and the babies get the top layer of their diapers torn off along with the top layers of all of the diapers. The diapers are taken apart and divided into layers first, and then all of the layers are taken over to another shredding machine and shredded into strips. Then the strips are fed into a grinder where the strips are ground up into fibers. The baby’s diaper was taken apart layer by layer as he wore it.
Once he had no more diapers on, he was removed from the process and taken over to the
area where the fibers were being mixed with high quality paper fibers. Once the two were mixed the composite material is packaged and sold off to companies that make disposable diapers out of it. The baby is diapered, in a disposable diaper, then either sold off to a laboratory, or sold to a diaper company for temporary use in the manufacturing of the diapers. Once the company is done with the baby, they either dispose of him in the trash, send him to an orphanage for unwanted babies, or sell him to a company who will use him as a practice prop in the trash man/ diaper woman training process. They will compact him, practice flushing him, preparing him for disposals, and practice recycling techniques on him. After a while, the baby will be taken to a place where the babies who are no longer useful and dumped into an underground storage tank. They will diaper him in very thick diapers; both cloth and disposable diapers, then dump him and all of the diapers that are going into the tank as well, into the tank. The baby is checked on, fed, and occasionally changed when his or her diapers need changing and are too wet to take any more. Six months later, the diapers are taken out, and placed into a pile outside in the dump. They are kept there for four years until the space is needed for other diapers. Then the pile and everything in it, is pushed into a pit in the back of the dumping grounds and left there forever. Sometimes a curious dumper will scrounge around and come across the babies and try to take them home, but they are always stopped at the guard shack. If the person wants to pay for the baby, they can do so, at the gate, but the price is always a little steep. If the person can afford it, they pay the money, and go home with the baby.
The only thing is, everyone at the dump knows that the baby will eventually be back when they are no longer wanted and brought there in another load of diaper trash.

A little later, once it had become dark, the night shift came in and began to go through all of the disposable diapers in the new piles. All of the babies were moved into a temporary nursery where they will be kept until the lab checks their diapers out. The babies will be fed, and have inserts put into their diapers to keep them dry until the lab takes them.
Each of the diapers must be closely inspected to be sure that they can be used again or even recycled and made into either diaper packaging or back into diapers again. Once the babies are recycled, they are taken to a special diaper school, and re-programmed, re diaper trained and then sold and or adopted to people who want or need a baby.
Some times they are sold to companies or labs that use the babies to test new diapering chemicals and or new baby powder scents or baby shampoos and or new laundry soaps.
Now, the baby girl was the first one to be taken out of the pile and into the nursery.
She was carried into the nursery, placed onto a changing table, then a woman unfasten the tapes of her diaper, inserted some diaper doublers into it, then pulled it back up between her legs and refastened the tapes making sure that her diaper was nestled snugly and comfortably in between her legs. Then the woman took her and placed her into a locking crib that was made out of stainless steel, and left there until the lab technician came to get her and some of the diapers to inspect. Then the baby girl was given a bottle full of whole white milk that had a powerful sleeping drug in it. Once the baby girl was finished with her bottle, it was only a few minutes until she fell fast asleep.
When she finally woke up, she found herself strapped to a changing table with her diaper unfastened and laying open flat. Her arms here locked into restraints at her sides, her legs were locked in ankle restraints and spread apart so that some one could work with her diaper. A tall redheaded woman came walking up to the changer with another technician at her side. They both had small beakers of colored stuff in their hands. They were talking about taking her and her diaper into the chemical lab and experimenting with her in there.
The chemical lab was down underground about thirty feet and had such thick walls that a baby could scream at the top of their lungs and no one could hear them. This is also where very deviant things also occurred. The lab technicians could do things to the babies there and no one could do anything about it. The lab had its own compactor, its own diaper foamer bowls, its own set of toilets that emptied into a strainer that was automatically dumped down a chute that took the diapers and whatever came down the chute, into a laundry room. The lab also had restraints bolted to one of the walls where the lab technicians would put their subjects when they had a large amount of a chemical or powder to test on the baby and the diaper all at once without worrying about making a large mess. They would also use these when they wanted to splatter staining chemicals onto the baby’s diapers so that they could try to wash the stains out using their new chemicals. If the babies misbehaved, this is also where the lab technicians leave them until the punishment staff came to deal with them.
“Once we are done with these few tests, we can take her down to the lab with us and strap her down there.” Said the red head. “Great”, said her accomplice with an evil grin.
Then a few minutes later, I was picked up, carried from the pile by a man in a brown jump suit and carried into the temporary nursery. I too was carried over to a changing table where my diaper was unfastened. When the woman came over to put some doublers into my diaper, she was surprised to see that I already had six inside of my diaper.
She decided to remove the wet ones and replace them with six clean and dry ones.
She sprinkled a little baby powder into my diaper then pulled my diaper back between my legs, and refastened the tapes. She then checked to make sure that the elastics in the leg holes weren’t pointed inwards. She inserted both of her index fingers into the leg holes and ran them up and down and around the leg holes. Then she did something I never expected. She pulled me into her arms and cradled me. Then she pulled a bottle full
Of whole milk out of her apron pocket and put it into my mouth. She then began to rock me, and hush me as I drank. She kept running her open palm across the front of my thickly padded pelvis. It felt very good, and very relaxing. Before I knew it, she was doing it faster and faster. Then all at once, I shot my load of warm cum into my diaper.
Then, al at once, I was feeling so groggy and sleepy. My body began to go limp and I finally fell fast asleep in her arms. When the drug wore off, I woke up to find myself strapped to a changing table with my diaper open flat and my arms strapped at my sides.
My ankles were strapped in an open position and my chest was also strapped down so that I couldn’t sit up. A blond woman in her thirties or forties came up to me with another diaper in her hand and set the new diaper on my chest. She then left again only to return rolling a cart that had clean cloth diapers, baby wipes, a whole lot of different beakers, a hand held microscope, a stethoscope, three baby bottles full of apple juice, milk and water, two more clean disposable diapers, a pack of doublers, and two onesies.
She pulled the cart over to where she was going to be working, in between my legs, and then perched herself on a small round stool. She then took some latex gloves and put them on. Then she began to take one of the beakers full of a reddish liquid, and proceeded to pour it onto and into my diaper. The liquid stained the inside of my disposable diaper. This told the Woman that my diaper wasn’t ready yet and might need to be taken back to the diaper foaming bowls for another two or more hours. Then she put that beaker down and grabbed another one, then poured it into my diaper and all over me.
The liquid was real thick and runny. This liquid was to wash out the remaining SAP and to soften the diaper if it had been wet and then began to dry when the SAP was still active. This stuff would cause the stiff, hard and crunchy part of my wet diaper become as soft as the rest of it was when it was clean. Then she put that beaker down and then she grabbed another beaker. She poured that beaker all over me, from my head to my toes.
Then she put that beaker down and with her gloved hands, she began to rub it in. She started on my hair, then worked her way down to my waist. Once at my waist, she then reached over to the cart and pulled down one of the clean cloth diapers. She opened it up, and draped it open flat over the front part of my waist, covering my penis. She then used the soft diaper to wipe the excess chemical off of me, which stained the cloth diaper. Once she was done, she dropped the cloth diaper over my face and then began to pour something thick, like lotion onto my waist. She then began to work it in. she rubbed it into my penis, which quickly became erect. She then continued rubbing the thick chemical in working her way down to my testicles and then into my crotch. Then when she was done, she pulled my old disposable diaper out from under me, and tossed it onto my belly until she could get one of the clean disposable diapers under me. Once that was done, she inserted eight diaper doublers into my diaper, then one of the clean cloth diapers on top of them. Then she grabbed the front two wings of my fresh diaper and pulled it up between my legs. She then tucked the wings in and fastened the tapes on each side. My diaper rustled a lot as she prepared me to be taken down to the chemical labs to be placed into another changing table with a waterproof top layer on it. She then picked up one more beaker and then poured it all over my diaper and me. Then she began to rub it in a little which made me smell like a freshly wet pampers diaper. A combination of that sweet new pampers smell and wetness. It also stained the front of my diaper so that I would look dirty for the lab technicians. Then the blond woman got up, and left, leaving the cart, the supplies and the diapers on my face and my belly. After a long wait, a couple of women came over to the changer I was on and began to undo the restraints. Once I was freed, one of the women picked me up and cradled me in her arms. I still had the old disposable diaper on my belly, and the cloth diaper on my face at this time. The woman then carried me towards the elevator that went down into the lab that was thirty-feet down under ground. The other woman gathered the supplies, put them onto the cart, then pushed the cart to the elevator. Once inside of the elevator It took us down the long ways down into the lab. The doors opened and the cart was pushed out and I was carried over
To a changing table and laid down on it. The other woman came over to help put me into the cuffs and prepare me to be dowsed with chemicals. She loosened up my diaper by unfastening the tapes and repositioning them a little farther apart. In a weak voice, I pleaded for them not to do this, but they just told me that I was theirs to do what they wanted to until next week, when the inventory is taken. Then they have to put you out into a pile or into the nursery for a couple of days in case they want to use you for something.
Then they got an idea, “why don’t they buy the babies from the plant. Then they wouldn’t have to eventually send the babies to the dump where they would sit in piles of diapers until dooms day getting sprayed with diaper deodorizers and softeners. We could use the babies for anything. We could even lend them out to people who need them”.
The lab technicians all agreed and one of them took some money from the petty cash container and then left to go and pay for the babies.
“You know, said one of the women, I need to use one of the babies right now. I am going to use one to test our new machine. The diaper dirtier. This new machine does the opposite as a washer does. It will dirty any cloth diaper, onesie, and footed sleeper and stain it so that it looks and smells like it has been worn and leaked into for two days. It has a freshly wet pampers diaper smell to it. Then once we are done with that, we can take him or her, and change them into a disposable diaper, then insert them into the trash compactor just to see if these new diapers we have will stand up to that kind of treatment while the baby is still wearing it. These new diapers are supposed to be used for and during disposals. They are three times as thick as Abena x pluses, and six times as thick as molicares. They are supposed to be real thick in the butt area and super, super thick and saggy between the legs, so that when the compactor smashes the baby, the diaper scrunches up and presses against the baby’s crotch and stays absorbent enough to make it four to five days without a change without leaking or giving the baby a rash. It is also said to be flushable too. After the compactor, we should try to flush the baby too.”
“What do we do with the baby after that?” Asked the other technician. “We need to put the babies into the cuffs on that wall over there and splatter them with stuff that they would come into contact with while they are at the dump and in the trash. We will rub them with open wet disposable and cloth diapers then splatter them with the powder from a wet diaper, then put them into trashcans full of open wet diapers and then close the lids and lock them for a couple of hours until they smell like they’ve been in the trash for a long while. Then we take them out, change their diapers, diaper them into clean and white cloth diapers, then dress them in white and clean onesies, then take them to the toilets and put them into the soak and rinsing toilets. Then we take them out and take them to the laundry room and leave them to be washed. If they come back and aren’t clean, we take them over to our lab and lay them all into our toilets. Then we load the toilets with all of the lab diapers that will never become useful ever again, and then we have a little fun with the babies and their diapers before we close the lids and flush them. Once they are gone, we go and get them at the plant’s waste treatment plant and bring them back here. Then we call the diaper school and place them there so that the school can use them to train the future trash men and women, the diaper men and women and the cloth diaper service men and women.
First I have another idea, we could put the babies into the disposable diaper recycler too before we do anything else. That way, we won’t have to take their diapers off. We will just have to take them out of the recycler naked and bring them over to have their next diaper put on them.” Suggested the lead technician. “Good idea, I like it.” Agreed the dark haired tech. “Lets get started said the lead technician”. Then the tech that paid for the babies came back with the ownership papers for all of the babies. She put the papers down on her desk and called for the others to come and pick which one they wanted to own. The blond tech picked me, then took my papers over to her desk and put them into a filing cabinet for safekeeping. The dark haired woman picked the baby girl in the thick disposable. Then the redhead picked the last remaining baby girl. She was diapered in a saggy disposal diaper put on her by the people who disposed of her. She hadn’t been inspected yet but was sent down to the lab anyway. Now she belonged to the lab exclusively. The owner of the lab was a very stern and focused young man who used to be one of the trash men that worked there at the plant until the former owner decided to sell it to him. Now, he owned the whole plant, the lab and the waste treatment plant down the way from here. The only thing he wanted was to own the private diaper dump too. That was going to be the very next thing he was going to buy in the next month or so. That way, he would control the flow of babies and diapers the way he wanted. The diaper dump had two sections. The disposable diaper section, and the cloth diaper section. The cloth diaper section took the usable cloth diapers and other cloth items and washed them. Then they packed and sold them to under privileged families, orphanages, and companies that used them as rags, like labs, and garbage truck washes, and daycares and nurseries and people who use them as baby wipes then throw them away. The diapers would come back to him then be transferred to the disposable diaper area once they were not usable any longer as diapers. Then they would be shredded and ground up and then made into disposable diaper padding. Then when the people where done with those, they would come back to the dump as disposable diapers. Then he would use these diapers on their babies there at the dump. Once there, the disposables would stay, until it was time to recycle them into disposable diaper packaging, trash bags and disposable baby clothing.
The cycle would then continue until more diapers came to the dump.

The three technicians then came over to their babies and undid all of the restraints that held them to their changers. Then each tech carried their baby over to the diaper-recycling machine, which looked like a large industrial washer you might see at a Laundromat. “Who do you want to go first?” asked one of the techs. “I will put my baby girl into the recycler first. She has the thickest diaper on.” “Ok, go ahead”. Said the lead tech. Then the red head carried her baby over to the machine that was being loaded with disposable diapers, and handed her baby to the buff man in the brown jump suit.
The man took her baby from her, and laid her down onto the conveyor belt that was heading upwards into the opening. The baby girl went up and then disappeared into the dark opening as more diapers were loaded onto the belt and put into the opening.
Some one else came by with a whole lot of disposable diapers to recycle and gave the cart to the man who placed the diapers from the cart onto the conveyor belt. After a while, the machine looked like a drier with a large load of clothes in it with the door open. Then, the man pushed the empty cart away from the belt, stopped the belt, and then went over to a set of controls. He flipped open the clear lid, flicked a couple of switches, waited until the automatic door slid closed, then pushed a large red button. Then he walked away so that he could load another machine just around the corner.
The machine usually took about forty-five minutes to do the load of diapers. So, the dark haired woman decided to take her baby over to the other machine and let the man take her baby too. The dark haired woman carried her baby girl over to where the man was loading the other machine and then stopped for a second to check her baby’s diaper. She unfastened the tapes and repositioned them so that the diaper would fit her baby tighter. Then she ran her fingers through the leg holes and tugged on the waist a little. Then she picked her baby up, cradling her in her arms, and carried her over to the man. The man took her baby from her and laid her onto the conveyor belt. He then loaded some open wet diapers on top of her as she ascended into the opening of the machine. Within seconds, her baby had disappeared into the darkness of the machine along with the continuing flow of wet diapers that the man was loading into it. Once in the machine, her baby was covered with diapers and disposable baby clothes made out of paper.
After loading three whole carts worth of diapers into the machine, he went over to the controls, flicked some switches, waited until the automatic sliding door closed and latched, then pushed the big red button that glowed. The machine then began to fill with a warm, soapy water solution. Once it was full, it began to agitate like side loading washer.
The first machine was just starting to agitate and was just going into the foaming diaper wash cycle. This is where the diapers and the baby got dowsed with foaming diaper wash which cleaned the diapers and the baby just before the rinse cycle. Once the rinse cycle was done, the actual breaking down process began. The machine would fill up with a clear, warm water, then agitate again but this time, it would break the whole diaper up, as it bumped around and against the sides of the drum inside. This wouldn’t hurt the babies though; it would just break up their diapers and then wash the remains into many filters, which would separate the plastic from the paper after the water from the machine, drained out, leaving the babies behind.
Now, with a loud click, the foaming diaper wash drained away, and the rinse cycle began. Warm water began to rush into the tub and then rush back out as it drained away. The water then began to rinse the foaming wash out of the diapers and off of the baby. Her diaper was soaking wet and heavy now. It hadn’t puffed up at all because the SAP had been deactivated in the diaper foam when she and her diapers had soaked in the large aluminum bowls earlier.
Then after about ten minutes of rinsing, the water stopped flowing through and began to fill the tub, as the tub slowed then stopped. The baby girl in the first machine was buried under tons of soaking wet disposable diapers that were open and had wrapped themselves around her face, chest and legs. As the warm water began to reach the desired mark, the machine began to agitate once again. This time, her diaper began to tear apart a little from her backside. Then another tear opened at her butt crack, then another one opened at her right side as she bumped against the side of the tub. Then one of her tapes popped off on her left side under the extreme pressure. Then another tape popped off on her right side. Then some of the padding from her diaper began to come out and float into the water. All at once, the other diapers began to loose their padding too. No, no, this isn’t supposed to happen is it? She wondered to herself. Then the plastic backing on six of the diapers that were tangled around her burst open then began to come apart. Her diaper was beginning to fly apart more and more. Pretty soon, the last tape on her right side popped off causing her diaper to float open on one side. Then a few seconds later, the last one from her left side popped of and her diaper went tossing around in the agitating water. Before long, there were no more whole diapers in the machine, just pieces, of them. Tapes, a piece of plastic backing, some pieces of the padding and the liners were all floating around and tossing and turning in the water as they were broke down into fibers. After the murky water was full of diaper particles, the machine began to let the water drain out and into the many filters. The only thing left was the baby, because she was too big to fit through the large screens. Then, the tub stopped, and a few minutes later, the automatic sliding door slid open. It was a few minutes before some one went to get the baby girl from inside of the first machine. The man came, and pulled the naked baby from the machine and laid her down on a changing table used to put babies into disposable diapers that were going to be recycled just before they were loaded into the machine.
The man then called to the redhead who then came over and picked her baby girl up and carried her over to a changing table so that she could change her baby into formerly wet cloth diapers, and a dirty onesie.
The whole time the baby girl was in the first machine, the blond woman cradled me in her arms, and rocked me to keep me calm while they waited.
Now it was time to take her baby over and let the man load him into the machine.
Before she was going to let the man take her baby, she thought to put his other diaper doublers that were removed earlier back into his diaper for thickness. So then she went back over to the place where they left the cart, and picked up the doublers, then she walked back over to the changer next to the machine, to insert the doublers into her baby’s diaper.  She quickly unfastened the tapes on my diaper, and laid my diaper open flat. She then lifted my butt while she put the wet, doublers back into my diaper. She then adjusted the fit of the doublers before pulling my diaper back up between my legs, and refastening the tapes tightly and firmly in place. With my butt nice and fat, and my crotch nice and saggy now, she thought I was ready to be loaded into the machine. So she lifted me up and carried me over to the man who then took me out of her arms and laid me down on the conveyor belt. He then put some open, wet disposable diapers, with the padding side down and against me, and then he put another load of wet diapers onto my head with the open padded side against my face. Then he started the belt then put more diapers onto the belt as it carried me upwards into the opening. Then it got dark as I passed into the tub and fell in. The diapers that were spilling in from the conveyor belt then covered me. The rustling of the plastic backing was all I could hear as the diapers piled in on top of me, covering me from head to toe. “You know ladies, we do have a baby recycler too?” Said the man.  “You do?” asked one of the women “How does that work?” asked the blond woman who owned me. “Well, it is kind of like these machines, but the whole diapers and the baby get washed into a particle laser beam like thing and get turned into tiny little micro dots. Then they are rematerialized into another machine where the baby and the diapers come out completely clean as is they had just been made.
The babies are reprogrammed, and are then ready to re diaper train. They don’t even remember going into the machine. They are as new as the day they were born.
Would you like to watch as a baby is sent through the process?” Asked the man.
Sure, said the redhead and the dark haired woman. Then the two women and the man left leaving the blond woman to watch her baby boy get his diaper broken up into little pieces and get washed away. The man left another man in charge of loading the baby boy’s machine while he showed the women the other machines.
This man loved to load the machines with the wet diapers. He had never loaded it with a baby before though. So, when he was done loading all of the diapers into the machine, he grabbed a stepladder and brought it over to the opening of the machine. He then climbed up and looked in. the smell of wet diapers was in the air as he poked around to find the baby. He then pulled the baby closer to him by grabbing the baby by one of his legs.
He then took a look at the baby’s thick diaper. He then grabbed one of the wet disposable diapers, and started to rub it all over the baby, starting at his face. Then, he stuffed that diaper into the waistband of his diaper before getting another diaper and rubbing it all over his face, his chest and belly. Then he turned the baby over and then stuffed that diaper into the waistband in the back of his diaper. This made the baby’s diaper extra fat and saggy. Then the man stuffed another wet disposable diaper into the baby’s face. Then the man pushed the diaper into the baby’s face, and then shoved more diapers onto his face, chest and belly, and even between his legs before climbing down from the stepladder.
Then the man went over to the controls, flicked a couple of switches, waited until the automatic sliding door slid closed and latched before pushing the glowing red button.
Then, a few seconds later, the tub began to fill with a warm, soapy water. This surprised the baby boy and made him cry a little. Then once the water reached its level, the tub began to agitate. It rocked back and forth; swishing the soapy water back and forth while the diapers got washed out for the first time. The baby’s diaper was so thick, that the water was just washing his diaper out and not making it too soaking wet.
The other diapers on the other hand were now soaking wet. Then about ten minutes later, the warm soapy water drained away, and some even warmer foaming diaper wash filled the tub. The foam was very, very thick, and sticky. It was leaking into my diaper, and slightly whitening the padding and doublers inside. All of the diapers were now full of the foaming diaper wash and I was getting cleaner and cleaner by the second. Then, after about fifteen minutes of the foaming diaper wash, the warm rinse water began to rush in and flow though the tub. All of the diapers were now being rinsed for the final time before they would start to break apart. The nest thing I know, the tub begins to turn slowly at a steady pace, much at the same speed as a commercial drier at a Laundromat.
Then the water stopped flowing through the tub and began filling it. Once it was full enough the final cycle began. The tub continued to turn steadily as the diapers began to slowly break apart as they bounced around in the tub. The diaper I was wearing began to break apart at the tapes. First, my right hand tapes popped off, and then the left ones. Then my diaper fell off of me and tumbled around in the water, bumping against the rubber things that were attached to the tub causing the diapers to come apart after they hit each one. The now clean disposable diapers were now wrapping themselves around my face, my legs, and my pelvis as the machine tossed them around. It wasn’t long before I noticed my diaper had large holes in the liner and the padding was slowly floating away from it. Before long all of the diapers had their padding coming out and falling to the bottom of the tub. My diaper was so thick to begin with that the machine was going to take longer to break it up into small pieces. By the time it was time for the final draining, my diaper had not completely broke apart yet. It was a padding less, liner less disposable diaper plastic back sheet with no tapes. The remains of all the diapers drained into the filters and disappeared. I was left naked and damp. Then a few minutes later, the automatic sliding door opened and the cool air filled the tub.
Then a few minutes later, the first man came and pulled me out of the tub
He then laid me down on the changing table and then went back to reloading the machine.
The blond woman came over, picked me up, and carried me over to the lab where she laid me onto another changing table. She then strapped me down then left me there to go and get the clean cloth diapers, and a white onesie from the supply closet across the room. Then she came back over to the changer and began to diaper me in the cloth diapers. Then once the diapers were fastened, the blond lab technician began to put the onesie on me, fastening the snaps in the crotch. Then she unfastened the restraint cuffs then picked me up and stood me up next to the changer. “Are you girls ready to put the babies into the diaper dirtier?” Asked the blond technician. Sure, I’m ready. But my bay has dirty diapers on already.” “Let me change her into some clean diapers before I put her in, ok?” then the red head put her baby back down onto the changer and began to changer her baby’s diaper and onesie. Once she was done changing her baby, she took the dirty diapers and tossed them into the cloth diaper pail along with the dirty onesie before lifting her baby girl up and standing her next to me.
And then it was time to take us babies over to the diaper dirtier and load us into each machine. The technicians forced us babies to waddle over to the machines on the far wall of their lab where their were six empty machines waiting for us.
In front of three of the machines, there were three grey janitorial carts full of clean, white cloth diapers and onesies.
Which machine do you want? Asked the blond tech to the redhead.
I don’t care really. You pick this time. You go first.  Ok, I pick the middle one. Said the blond tech as she pushed me over to the opening of the machine.
My tech then reached under me and with one flick of her wrist, unfastened all of the snaps in my onesie. Then she forced my head and upper body into the opening of the machine. While I was bent over, she took some baby powder from her apron pocket and shook it all over my butt, in the back of my diaper, and all over the back of it on the outside. Then she put that away, and then pulled out the baby lotion that she had, and then opened it. She then began to pour it all over the back of my diaper all over my onesie and then all over the front of my diaper as she turned me around to my front.
There, now you have all of this goop all over you and your diaper. Before long, it will be stained into your diaper and you and your little clean diapers will be nice and dirty. Just right for what we are going to do to you babies after the load is done. Said my tech as she turned me back over and forced me completely into the machine.
Then, once I was in the machine, she began to load the clean cloth diapers and onesies into the machine on top of me.
“You see baby boy, these machines use the filtered water from the machines that recycle the disposable diapers. This is how the diapers get dirty. On top of that, the machines use a special chemical that dirties the diapers. The diapers you are wearing will then become
rags, ready for use in our labs. They will be used to wipe you up during a diaper change, they will be used to apply the yucky chemicals on you and then be used as disposable diaper doublers before they get turned over to the maids and janitorial staff for disposal. Now, there will be a lot of suds in the water, and the water will smell like wet disposable diapers. Then in the rinse cycle, you and these diapers will get rinsed in a chemical stain keeper and scent enhancer. Then I will take you out of here and take you down to the laundry room until they bring you back. Now, the diaper man said that they could use one of our babies to use up a whole bunch of their cloth diapers before they are taken out to the middle of nowhere and dumped off there at the cloth diaper dump. I heard that at the cloth diaper dump, the cloth diapers don’t get recycled into disposable diaper padding, instead, they are kept in piles until some one needs one or a baby needs a diaper change. These diapers are never rinsed or washed. They just hang them out to dry on a line. This is where the diapers are placed to become rags for labs or are sold to anyone who wants some. Most of the time the diapers sit in piles and don’t go anywhere except once in a while a truck comes and takes a whole bunch of them, including a baby if they are in the pile at the time, then takes them over to a place where they are flushed down toilets, never to be seen again. Now, it is time for me to put these last few diapers into this machine, and then start it. Is your diaper nice and comfortable?”
Asked my tech. “Would you like me to make you cream into your diaper before I start the machine baby?” Asked my tech. Here, let me rub the front of your diaper until you cream in it. That way, I can stain it with that too. I am going to make you as dirty as I can.
Here we are my little one, said my tech knelling down on her knees so that she could reach into the machine and rub the front of my soft cloth diaper. She started slowly at first then worked up some speed until a very intense orgasm came on causing me to cream into my diaper multiple times. After that, my tech, tossed in the last few cloth diapers before she closed the door and latched it. She then turned some knobs, set the cycles, then pushed the ‘on” button. The machine came to life, filling up with the wet diaper smelling water. Once it filled, the tub began to agitate back and forth. The dirty water began to dirty the diapers and the baby. Then the other two ladies, Began to load their babies into the machines they were standing in front of. Once their babies were loaded, they began to load the clean cloth diapers and onesies into the machine.
Once the carts were empty, they closed and latched the doors on their machines then they set the cycles then pushed the on buttons. While they waited, the three ladies prepared the toilets for their babies to be soaked and rinsed in if they came back from the laundry room still looking and smelling the same way that they came out of the diaper dirtiers.
In side of the diaper dirtier machine, I was in the soaking cycle now. The load of formerly clean cloth diapers now smelled as though they had just been freshly wet in and were even beginning to look like it too. The water was warm and a murky yellow color.
A few minutes later, some one came over to the three machines and poured in something that made the diapers stain a yellowish color and kept the diapers from becoming mildewy by making them dry up really fast once wet.
Now, the soaking cycle was about to end. The machine then began to agitate back and forth again, but this time the dirty water began to drain away and some of the chemical that some mystery person added to all of the machines, began to pour out and all over me and the load of diapers all around me. Then all of a sudden the chemicals stopped pouring in and the cycle began to speed up. In just a few minutes, the machine began to turn full revolutions. The diapers and I began to bounce around inside. Each time the diapers bounced around inside, they got a little bit more worn out looking.
Once the machine’s current cycle slowed to a stop, there was an eerie silence for a few minutes. All of the diapers were just a little damp now, and were in the process of drying up rather fast. Then, from outside the machine, a loud buzzer sounded, letting all who were in the area know that the machine was done.
Within ten minutes, the blond lab tech came over to my machine, opened the door, then pulled out a few diapers to see if they were dirty enough. After a close inspection, she began to toss the diapers and onesies back into the cart that she loaded them from.
I was the last to be unloaded from the machine.
Well, well, well, there is my dirty baby! Gosh, you smell awful now, your diaper looks and smells like you wet in it and then you were not changed for three hours afterwards.
It is now time to take you down to the laundry room to see if they can get you and the diapers all cleaned up. But first, I want to add a few extra stains in your diapers. Said my tech as she wheeled the cart across the room, through a short hallway, then through a door way and into a room where there were tiled floors and stalls that looked like showers. Here we are little baby.  This is where I am going to toss you and the diapers into one of these stalls, then auto program the nozzles to dowse you and the diapers
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Maurice: The dump’s-operations manager
Janice: elder diaper care tech
Grace: Younger-Manager
Tom: Perm-area Owner-Operator-Manager
“Big Daddy” John: The Dump’s Diaper Processor Owner

  The Diaper Man Said Chapter 2


         

Maurice then walked back to the baby girl’s table side to see if the diaper care tech had done her job. Once Maurice checked her diaper and was satisfied that it was clean and dry, he then put on a fresh pair of latex exam gloves, and then proceeded to open a plastic container full of some kind of gooey creamy substance. He used his index and middle finger to pull out a bunch of the gooey creamy substance. Then he put the container down beside the baby girl and began to rub the substance into the baby girl’s chest, stomach, and down into the lower abdomen just below the diaper line.
Maurice then instructed the diaper care tech to come back over and unfasten the baby girl’s diaper and lay it open flat so that he could finish smearing the gooey substance all over her pelvis and lower cheeks.
Once he was done, the diaper care tech pulled the baby girl’s diaper back up and refastened the tapes.
“I want this baby girl here to be rolled over there to the base of one of the giant piles of wet disposable diapers to wait until the disposal crew can get to her and her diapers. Please make sure that the diapers that she wore are placed either on the table between her legs or around her somewhere.” Once the baby girl was rolled away still strapped to her table, Maury instructed the diaper care tech to go and take me out of the holding room I was in. The diaper care tech came right over to the room, unlatched the door, opened the door, then came right inside, and then she opened the top of my crib. She then reached in and grabbed me, lifted me up and out of the crib, and then she carried me out of the room and over to a special table that had padded vinyl on it and it had sides that could be put into place so as to keep me inside of it, like a cage, if I wasn’t strapped down by restraints. The diaper care tech laid me down onto the special bed like table so that Maury and his team of orderlies could strap me down to the bed. Once I was strapped down to the bed, he asked the orderlies to go and gather up some white onesies, cloth diapers, some plastic pants, while he prepared his chemicals for use and testing on me and my diapers. The first thing he did, was grab a spray can full of some chemical or medicine and began to spray me with it, starting at my feet and working his way up, over my diapers and up to my chest and arm pits.
The can was unmarked and was a white color. He then put the can down, and then grabbed a jar of some kind of yucky looking greenish jelly. He began to smear it all over my chest, working his way down to my diaper’s waistband. He then ordered the diaper care tech to unfasten my thick diaper so that he could finish smearing the jelly all over me. The diaper care tech came right over and began to unfasten the tapes on my diaper.
She then laid my diaper open flat then she walked away.
She went back to sorting through a rather large bin full of toddler sized diaper service cloth diapers that had come down one of the pipes recently.
The cloth diapers were going to be used to diaper me with, and used so that I would be able to wear a diaper during washing or rinsing or if I was going to be sent down to the cloth diaper dump nearby.
Maurice then began to finish smearing the slimy jelly stuff all over my diapering area, even making sure to completely smear the jelly between my legs and all over my butt.
Once he was done, he then closed the jar’s lid and put the jar down.
He then grabbed a bottle of some kind of bluish powder and began to shake it all over my diapering area generously. Once he was done, the powder began to interact with the jelly that he had just applied, causing foaming bubbles to form all over my diapering area.
He then asked the diaper care tech to come back over and refasten my diaper for him.
Once the diaper care tech had finished refastening my diaper, Maurice instructed the orderlies to undo my restraints and then help me down to the ground. He told the orderlies to take me over to the large diaper compactor and leave me there for the crew to load me into it. He told the diaper care tech that I was being used to test out these brand new disposal prep chemicals that would some times be used on babies and their diapers right before disposal. To get an accurate testing….the baby boy had to be put through the actual conditions of disposal. The orderlies grabbed each arm of mine and carried me over to the large stationary compactor that was right now, being loaded up with disposable diapers.
“Hey Vince, hey, Yeager, what are you doing with that baby?” asked one of the people loading the compactor.
“We were told to bring this subject over here so that you could load him into the compactor” Said Vince, handing me over to the supervisor.
“Ok, just go ahead and leave him with me and I will make sure he gets loaded sometime in the next load.” Said the supervisor.  Then Vince and Yeager walked back over to where Maurice was getting his next subject ready for the next testing.
The two orderlies were asked by Maurice to go and bring him the next subject.
Vince and Yeager went over to a holding cell like place with another locking crib in it and pulled out another baby boy dressed in cloth diapers. The baby boy was kicking and resisting his way to the table. Once the baby boy was strapped down, Maurice came right up and rubbed the front of the baby boy’s diaper. The diaper was at some point wet but had been flushed down some toilet and was rinsed out during the flushing. The baby boy was resisting and trying desperately to get free. “Hey little baby. Don’t worry, since you are wearing a cloth diaper, I get to dirty you and your diaper up nicely then I am going to send you to the cloth diaper care team to see if the new industrial detergents that they are supposed to test, actually clean and whiten your diapers like the company says they can.
Then, if you and your diaper get clean, I will send you to the cloth diaper dump.
There, you will be allowed to toddle around in a special yard during the day and then put into a special holding room at night. You will be kept in cloth diapers at all times and possibly at some point, sold off to some one.” Explained Maurice to the baby boy in cloth diapers.
As the compactor continued to be loaded up with unrolled disposable diapers,
The supervisor took my hand and led me over to a very large pile of diapers that was slowly being loaded into the compactor. He led me over to the base of the pile and forced me to sit down on the pile. “Before I leave you here, there are a couple of things I have to ask you. First thing, are you comfortable in the diaper you are wearing?” Asked the supervisor. I nodded yes, and then I looked at the person that was standing just 4 feet away from me, loading the compactor as they started to come over to the pile to get another load to put into the compactor.
“The second thing is, are there any diapers that you want to either wear or hold during your disposal?” Asked the supervisor.
I shook my head no and then looked back up at the supervisor.
“Ok, third thing, can I trust you to stay here while you wait to be carried over to the compactor, or do I need to cuff you to the hand rail on the side of the compactor until they are ready for you?” asked the supervisor.
I didn’t answer the woman’s question so she decided to make it for me.
“Go ahead and cuff him to the hand rail until you are ready for him. If you want to check his diaper for wetness or just play with his diaper, go ahead. You can even make him cum if you want…….just don’t even try to clean him up at all afterwards…….leave him dirty.
If you have to……..diaper him in one of the saggy, bulky disposable diapers that are used to diaper the baby in for their disposal. That way, when his diaper bunches up between his legs, his diaper will be able to stay on him and the tapes won’t start to pop off.
It’s up to you all. If you just want to get done with him…..leave him just the way he is.”
Then the Supervisor took me by the hand and led me over to the hand rail that was attached to the compactor’s side and then she took out a pair of hand cuffs and put one of the cuffs on my right wrist and then the other on the hand rail. Just a few minutes later, one of the people that was busy loading the compactor with disposable diapers, came over to me, took out a pair of hand cuff keys, and opened the cuff that was around my right wrist. She then lifted me up and then laid me into the hopper of the compactor that was almost full of wet disposable diapers. She then had the other lady that was loading from the other side watch me to make sure that I didn’t try to escape while she finished loading the compactor. In another few minutes, the compactor was full enough to warrant the compactor to run. So the supervisor took a look at how full the hopper was and asked the two ladies to step back a little bit while she flipped a switch to turn on the power, and then once the power was on, she pushed the big red button that started the compactor.
The compactor was very slow to advance on the load and I inside of the hopper.
As the compactor advanced, it made all of the diapers begin to tumble and roll as they got forced into the compactor. Once the diapers that were between my legs got shoved against my diapered butt, my saggy, droopy diaper began to buckle between my legs and press against my butt cheeks. Then, I began to get shoved into the other diapers that were behind me. As the compactor was retracting, more diapers were dumped on top of the compactor and began to fall into the hopper of the stationary compactor. I was now shoved snugly into other diapers that had been loaded into the compactor before I was and now, my saggy diaper was wet and sort of mushy.
The compactor kept being run when the hopper became full with diapers all day and into the evening. Then, once the compactor was full enough, the compactor loading doors were closed and locked and the compactor was set on auto for the night.
As the quiet darkness fell all around me and the load of diapers, there was a strange feeling that the compactor wasn’t done with the loads of diapers inside.
I struggled to free myself enough to try to climb up above the loads but the compactor was too full of wall to wall diapers.
All I could do was just sit there, in my wet, saggy disposable diaper, waiting until the compactor finished its job.
About three hours go by and I have fallen asleep, surrounded by the warmth and softness of compacted disposable diapers, when the compactor powered up, and began to advance on the loads of diapers inside. This time though, the compactor came in much deeper than it did when it was being loaded. Once the compactor began to press into the diapers and I, it began to shove the diapers farther into the container and all of a sudden, a thick hydraulic rear door began to slide up and open. The diapers then began to get shoved into the opening forcing them and I down a large metal chute that turned right and left then went straight down and ended at the opening of a rather large dumpster. The dumpster was already full of other loads of disposable diapers. I found myself laying on a lot of other diapers that had been through the compactor before me. The diapers inside of the dumpster were not rolled up, or in any way, wrapped for disposal. All of the diapers, including the ones that surrounded me, were open or folded in half and were fully exposed. Some of the diapers had gotten twisted up during compacting.
Once all of the diapers from that load had fallen into the dumpster, the sliding door closed and latched. The dumpster was now ¾ of the way full, waiting until another load emptied into it. Outside, the loaders were busy loading the compactor back up with more and more diapers, running the compactor again and again. One of the loaders went over to where the baby girl had been rolled over to one of the piles of diapers and left there, still strapped to the exam table. The Loader began to unstrapp the baby girl from the exam table and then once she was done, she carried her over to the compactor’s side and began to ask her the same questions that were asked of me.
“Ok, baby girl, I have three questions to ask you, first, are you comfortable in the diaper that you are wearing? Asked the loader to the baby girl. “Um yes, I am. My diaper feels a little gushy though.” Said the baby girl.   “ Ok, now, are there any diapers that you want to either wear or hold during your disposal?” Asked the loader.  “No, just some of those cloth diapers that are in that cart over there.” Said the baby girl pointing to the cart full of cloth diapers. “Third thing,  are you hungry or thirsty right now? We can give you a bottle to drink while you wait for the time to be tossed into the compactor.” Said the loader. “No not hungry.” Said the baby girl. “Ok, then,  I guess its time for your disposal then. Up you go, there! Stay lying down now until  the diapers are completely loaded and the compactor is done.” Then the loader left and went back over to the pile to begin her loading duties. While the four loaders kept loading the compactor and dumping the diapers on top of the baby girl, the hopper began to get full so that the compactor had to be run now.
“Ok now, stop loading and I will close all of the doors to the hopper and lock them so that I can start the compactor.” Said the supervisor.
Once the thick, swinging steel doors was closed and locked on both sides, the supervisor went over to the compactor’s control panel and began to flip some switches and then once the compactor was powered on, he flipped the compactor switch. The compactor came on and began to advance on the load that the baby girl was immersed in.
The compactor pressed into the diapers and made them bunch up and tumble as they were shoved into the empty container.
Then the thick swinging doors on each side were re opened and the loading resumed.
The loading seemed to go on and on for hours until the compactor container was full again. Then, once again, the compactor was shut down, the two thick hopper doors were closed and locked and then the machine was set on auto for the night.
The baby girl spent at least three hours pressed in between tons of open, wet unwrapped disposable diapers until the compactor came back to life and began to cycle the diapers through the rear hatch that pushed the diapers and the baby girl down the chute and into the almost full dumpster. Once the Dumpster was full, the doors were slid shut and locked until the dumpster could be moved into a row of Dumpsters that were already full and waiting to be taken and dumped into a large trash truck used to collect diapers and diapering supplies only, and then once the truck is full, the truck takes the load of diapers to a transfer station where it dumps its load. When the loads from all of the diaper collection trucks are dumped into the transfer hopper, they are then compacted again and then shoved into a transfer trailer so that they can be taken to the diaper dump where they will stay forever unless some one decides that they want, need or want to buy the baby and a few of his diapers. Otherwise, the diapers are recycled by a company that recycles only diapers. Any Cloth diapers or cloth items that show up at that dump are taken over by a dump truck to a place that washes, rinses and sorts the cloth items into three categories; Useable Cloth items, rags, Scrap. The rags and the usable cloth items are sold off to stores that sell only diapers and diapering supplies. The scrap items that can no longer be used as diapers or rags are mostly shredded up into tiny fibers and then sold off to a company that makes disposable diapers to be mixed into the high quality paper pulp that is used to put into disposable diapers as padding.
Any of the scrap that is not shredded, is taken over to a special flushing station where they are flushed down special toilets used only to do a “wet disposal” on them.
The Dumpster that the baby girl and I along with a lot of unwrapped and unrolled disposable diapers was in, was taken over to a line of other full dumpsters and left there
To wait until the trash truck finally came to pick up all of the diapers that were in the dumpsters. I had no idea what was going to happen next. The baby girl and I lay in the dumpster full of disposable diapers for two days until, at the very beginning of the third day, very early in the morning, a rather loud and large, Purple Top loading trash truck came over to the line of dumpsters and began to pick them up and empty them one by one. Just a few minutes later, after the trash truck positioned itself, it came up to the very dumpster that the baby girl and I were in, with the forks down.
With a slight jerk, the forks slid into the slots on each side of the dumpster and then the forks began to pick the dumpster up into the air slowly.
As the dumpster rose into the air, the load of diapers began to shift to the front of the dumpster.
Once the dumpster was over the opening on top of the truck, the dumpster then began to turn up side down spilling the diapers, the baby girl, and I into the heaping loads of open, unwrapped, wet disposable diapers that were inside, waiting to be compacted by the large compactor inside.
As I slid out of the dumpster, on my butt, into the air feet first then landing onto the pile of diapers, the dumpster then was lowered back to the ground. After the truck went to pick the next one up, it raised that one up over the opening just like it had to the one we had been in, and then began to empty that one into the back of the truck, spilling more wet disposable diapers all over me….covering me completely.
Once the diapers had fallen into the truck, the woman driving the monster garbage truck started the compactor. The doors to the opening quickly closed before the compactor slowly advanced onto the loads, pushing them into the others that had been compacted before.
The diapers began to tumble and shake as they were shoved into the other diapers in the compactor’s way.
Then all of the diapers began to buckle up and get squished as they were all shoved against each other inside.
Then, all at once, the compactor retracted and reset. The doors above reopened so that another dumpster could be emptied into the now empty space that the compactor had made.
Once all of the dumpsters had been emptied there, the truck closed its container doors and then it started to drive for a long time. It then began to slow down and then it came to a stop. The Container Doors opened again as another rather large and deep dumpster rose up and over the opening. The dumpster then began to tip upside down, spilling all of the diapers and another baby boy wearing what everyone called a “disposal diaper”.
The diaper that the baby boy was wearing, was made to come all the way up to his arm pits and made so that the diaper would sag down a lot between his legs so when the baby got compacted, the diaper would scrunch up and press against his body, between his legs, providing a comfortable fit that would catch leaks. These diapers were unusually thick and bulky to begin with even though they sagged pretty low between the baby’s legs.
Once the dumpster was empty, and that one had been lowered back to the ground, another one appeared. It was full of unused disposable diapers that had been made with flaws in them. Even the unopened packages were tossed into that dumpster and were now spilling out into the container in the back of the large purple trash truck.
Once that dumpster had been lowered back to the ground, the doors on top were closed,
And the truck then began to drive again. It seemed to drive for a rather long time before it turned and slowed down again. The doors then opened up again and a shallow dumpster appeared over the opening. That dumpster then began to turn up side down and spill out three baby girls and a lot of pink and white disposable diapers with cartoon characters printed all over them. One of the baby girls was still wearing her solid pink onesie with a large red heart sewn to the left breast of her onesie. The heart had a symbol of some company on it but I couldn’t see it too well from where I was. The second of the three girls was dressed in just her diaper and she had pig tails with pink and white ribbons in her pig tails. The third of the girls had a yellow onesie on that was all stained up down the front and was wearing a rather thick diaper that made putting her legs together very difficult. That baby girl had a bowl cut and had little freckles all over her face….or was it something from the dumpster?
I couldn’t tell what….if anything…. It was.
But by now, the compactor was starting to get full again and after the first of the three dumpsters was done being emptied, and had been lowered back down, a few seconds later, another full dumpster appeared over the opening. That dumpster began to spill out quite a few damaged packages of disposable diapers. The packages were pretty damaged but the diapers inside had not been damaged in any way, but were disposed of anyway.
Once all of the packages had been emptied, the dumpster disappeared again and the last one rose up and over the opening.
That dumpster began to dump tons of irregular onesies, footed sleepers, irregular plastic pants and a few left over damaged boxes of disposable diapers.
The dumpster was now empty and the doors then closed as the dumpster was lowered back to the ground. Suddenly, the lady who was driving the truck started the compactor.
The compactor began to shove all of the baby girls and the diapers into the loads of diapers that I was in from before.
Once the boxes of diapers came against the loads of diapers, the boxes began to burst open and the diapers inside began to crush up and get shoved into the growing load of other diapering items already inside. Once the compactor was done with that load, it retracted and then stopped. The lady driving the truck began to drive the almost full truck to the next stop some five miles away. During the ride over to the next stop, the loads of diapers and all of the babies inside of the truck were bounced around as the truck hit various pot holes in the roads.
The truck seemed to drive for quite some time before it slowed down and then stopped.
The truck then opened the doors to the opening of the hopper and another large green dumpster full of open, wet, disposable diapers, formerly wet cloth diaper-service cloth diapers, and plastic pants, appeared. The dumpster turned upside down and began to empty the load of diapers into the hopper. As the diapers spilled out into the large but full hopper, the dumpster shook violently before it went back to the ground. A few minutes later, another dumpster appeared over the opening, full of all sorts of disposable diapers.
Some unopened bags of large baby diapers, some unused adult diapers, and some open, wet disposable diapers, all of which, spilled out into the now full hopper.
As the dumpster went back to the ground, the compactor started up, this time it went to full power, smashing all of the diapers and the babies very, very tightly into a tight little pile inside of the truck. Then, once the compactor was done, it retracted as the truck drove away from the last stop and on to the diaper transfer station until all of the loads that are dumped can be repacked into an even larger container truck. The driver of that truck will bring that load to the diaper dump. The driver of the transfer truck drove off with a rather full load this time. He was just in the mood to get there, dump the load and get done for the day. Today, he was only going to have to run one load over to the dump before he could go home to his wife. Once the man was done, dumping the load of diapers and us babies into the transfer hopper, he drove away, leaving us in a heap of diapers that was soon to be mixed, churned and tumbled into other piles that were all going to get re compacted into the larger container that was already half way full of other loads of diapers. All at once, all of the hopper area was full of diapers and a few babies too who’s diapers had been buckled by the shear force of the compactor, and were now all mangled up and had gaps in the legs.
Now some one in the Compactor Control room started the first compactor that moved
All of the diapers in one direction, towards the other compactor that was going to
Shove and pack all of the diapers and all of the babies into the almost full 40 foot long metal trailer full of diapers.
As the diapers bunched up, rolled, tumbled, tossed, turned, buckled and shook,
The other compactor was just retracting into its ready position.
As the compactor shoved us babies and all of the thousands and thousands of wet disposable diapers into the other hopper, all of the waiting trucks outside and down the hill, were getting prepared to go to their designated dumping stalls.
Once us babies and all of the diapers were shoved into the next hopper, the first compactor began to retract and go back to its starting position.
Now that the second hopper was now full, the second compactor was now turned on
and was going to shove us babies and all of those wet diapers into the almost full trash container trailer that was hitched to a Tractor/Semi truck. A few minutes more of the compactor’s pressure and the trailer were now full. The truck pulled forward just enough so that the rear doors could be swung closed. Once the doors were closed, all of the wet diapers inside of that trailer began to slowly expand slightly. Then, the large and long truck and trailer began to drive away from the transfer center and down the city streets, along a stretch of freeway, and then turning off of the freeway onto a frontage road that ran along side the freeway that led to the entrance of the disposable diaper dump. At the entrance, there was a weigh station and scale, and after that, there was a guard shack where the security guards gave instructions and directions to where to dump each truck’s loads while a few inspectors looked each truck over to make sure that there were only diapers and diapering supplies being trucked into the dump and that no diapers or babies or supplies were being taken from the dump once they were brought in.
The truck drove down the long road that led up a winding  dirt road that eventually led to the top of a large hill that had piles, and piles of loosely dumped wet disposable diapers,
unwanted plastic pants, and unused portions of packages of diapers. The truck pulled up to the designated spot where it was going to dump its load. The trailer began to tip back so as to empty the load inside. As the trailer began to dump, the diapers, and we babies began to slide out and onto the pile forming just outside.
Once the trailer was empty, the trailer leveled and then drove off and then disappeared.
There were several hundred other types of trucks there, dumping their loads also.
One of the flaggers directed another smaller truck to dump its load onto the same pile that we babies were in, covering us with even more fresh wet diapers. Once that truck had emptied its load and drove away, yet another larger truck came and back up to dump its load. This went on and on and on until around 5:00 pm when the dump closed its doors, gates and locked them for the night.
Once there were no more trucks in the dump, and all of the equipment that was working during the day, stopped for the night, some one came over to each of the piles that were made that day and inspected and inventoried everything. That person also gave some type of instructions on what to do with the contents of each pile.
I was too packed within the pile to be able to wiggle out very well. It took me the most part of an hour to get my head to poke out. Once I was able to see and hear better, I could see that the night shift crew was just arriving, punching the clock and climbing into their special suits.
They had just come out of a shift change meeting and were going to start sorting the diapers that had come in that day. The diapers were going to be sorted into piles by brand and size. Once they were sorted, the diapers were to spend a mandatory two weeks, drying out, and out under the sun so that the diapers would be sure to dry out well enough. Once the diapers were dry, it would be another week or two until the diapers would be scheduled to be either recycled, or dumped into very large underground, metal containers to be kept until they might be needed again later or they could be recycled.
The unused portions of packs of diapers would be taken over to storage units where the diapers would be placed into large plastic bins that were on shelves, so that they could be used on any of the babies that the dump received. When the dump ran out of clean diapers, they would go around and look for the diapers with the least amount of wetness in them, and use them on the babies.
Then I thought I heard some one shout “Hey, I think I see a baby in that pile over there”
Before I knew what hit me, I was plucked out of the pile and taken over to one of the storage units and laid onto an old changing table. My very saggy disposable diaper was taken off and a clean one was then put on. The diaper that they put on me, had about six or more diaper doublers in it before it was pulled up between my legs and the tapes fastened.
Then a short man with glasses on came into the storage unit and told the woman who was busy changing me, what he wanted done with me.
“Ok, after you are done, I want that baby to be taken over to one of our diaper processors and then I want whoever is running it, to take a look at him. If they think that he would be a good candidate for processing, then leave him with them. If not, then bring him back to the area where his pile is and leave him there. Let him wander around a little. There are at least two-hundred and fifty piles of disposable diapers here that are waiting to be processed. The baby can’t wander off far because there is a fence all around these piles so that anything that is put within the fences stays inside. Don’t worry about him or his diaper; he will just end up getting another diaper put on him once all of the diapers in the load that he is processed with are recycled completely. We can then sell the paper fluff and the plastic back sheets back to the diaper companies for a large profit. If the diaper companies ask for a baby, we sell them one. Now, get going” demanded the man.
So the woman, who had just changed my diaper, guided me over to this area where there was a large machine that looked like a huge washing machine that was being loaded up with disposable diapers. The garbage bags were being ripped open in such a way that they could be used again as disposable plastic pants with tapes. The diapers that were inside of each bag, were being dumped into large rolling janitorial cart with then were being dumped onto a conveyor belt that dropped the diapers into the opening of the huge washing machine like thing.
The woman led me right over to where the garbage bags were being opened and then got the attention of the supervisor of that station.
“Hey, I have instructions to ask you if you think that this baby could be used in the diaper processor?” asked the woman.
“well, let me see what we have here. (coming over to me, crouching down to my level and poking at the front and back of my diaper…..after a few minutes, he rose back up and stood there looking me over, front and back) I don’t know yet. But If I do, can you leave him here just in case?” Asked the man. “Sure, I don’t care.  As long as he gets rediapered
And allowed to run around a little bit, in just his diapers, before you send him back through the processor again.” Said the lady. “No problem. Just leave him in one of those carts over there until I can decide what to do with him.” Stated the man.
So, the woman slid her hands under my arms and lifted me up into the air and then set me down into one of the carts that were quickly filling up. Once the lady had done that, she walked away.  The supervisor then came over to me and began to rub his whole palm across the front of my diaper and going all the way around to my now thickly padded butt. He lifted my butt slightly as he caressed my diapered butt. The soft, smooth plastic back sheet of my diaper crinkled loudly as he did this.
“Gees, I never get tired of doing that.” Said the man in a kind of trance like state, almost like he was day-dreaming. “should I send you through this big, naughty machine that turns your diapers into little particles?” “Maybe I could just play with you a little first before I put you through.” I could take you over to the rag storage unit where there are
Three toilets used for rinsing and soaking cloth diapers and cloth items only, and make you wear a few of them so that I could force you into one of the toilets as it gets stuffed with old dirty cloth items and diapers, to be rinsed and soaked before they are sent to be dried and sent over to the cloth diaper dump. Boy that would be fun to watch!
We DO receive quite a few cloth items here at this dump. Unfortunately, the owner has a deal where he sells all of his cloth items to the cloth diaper dump and they come and pick them up in another trash truck that compacts them.  I could also take you over to this area where we prep all of the diapers before we send them into the actual machine and close the door. See, we dowse the diapers with this wonderful clear liquid that deodorizes the diapers first, and then we dowse them with this white powder that deactivates the SAP inside of the diapers. Then we toss in a little bit of our special foaming gel before the diapers are all tossed onto the conveyor belt that takes the diapers into the big, bad machine. Once the machine reaches a certain weight, the automatic sliding door closes
And then the machine begins to fill up with warm water. Once the water level has been reached, the machine acts like a giant, industrial washer for a little while, cleaning and washing the diapers for us.
And then, the second cycle kicks in. the once warm water drains out and the rinse cycle begins. A few short minutes later, the rinse water stops and all of the diapers are now into the third cycle, the drying and breakdown cycle. The diapers are then slowly broken down into pieces and sent through many, many filters until each separate component is separated and gathered into separate sections of the machine. Once each bin gets full, they are emptied into another cart that is taken away and repacked into large plastic bags that we then sell to diaper factories.
(still rubbing his open hand across my diaper, front and back, very slowly and gently.)
I could also take you over to the diaper pen, where we allow people to do what ever they want to you, as long as it was beneficial to you or the diapers in the pen.
The ladies sure know how to make watching…fun in that arena! Sheesh!”
“What to do, what to do with you…..hmmmmmm. I know that if I just leave you in this cart, eventually, some one will do their job and take the cart over to be prepped & recycled.  That also might be fun to watch. Sometimes, my sorters will allow you to stay in your diaper a little longer by putting you into a covered playpen and locking you into it. This will free up the space that they might need for more diapers in that load.
I could just let you wander around the piles, with just your diaper on…….but sooner or later, you WILL end up here. Instead of changing your diapers at the end of the week, they like to send you through this machine because the machine gets rid of your diapers, and gives you a much needed bath at the same time. You come out and are dumped into one of the solid object catchers where you wait until some one comes to take you out again. You only have to go through the machine about once a week or at the very most, once every two weeks. Sometimes they like to get you as dirty and smelly as possible before they even wash you and your dirty diapers.
As the man was talking to me, still laying inside of the cart on my back, in just a thick disposable diaper, some one found a baby girl from my pile. She was still wearing a pink onesie with a little red heart on the breast.
The baby girl was immediately brought over to where I was and put into one of the carts next to the one I was in. The baby girl was attended to right away. One of the men who were working at that station came over to her and began to take the onesie off of her. Once the onesie was taken off, it was taken over to the cloth diaper storage unit and tossed inside. This left the baby girl with just her pink and white disposable diaper on which had a cartoon character on it. The cart she was in was taken right away, to the area where the diapers were prepped just before being tossed onto the conveyor belt and then into the machine. In just a few minutes, I could hear the baby girl crying and fussing as her diaper was opened up, and prepped with the odor neutralizers and SAP deactivators, before her diaper was refastened and the baby girl was placed onto the conveyor belt. The poor little baby girl kicked and fussed and cried until she landed into the machine. Before too long I heard what sounded like a sliding door close and latch. All of a sudden I couldn’t hear the baby girl any longer. All I could hear was the water pump filling the machine up with warm soapy water. Once that sound stopped, I heard the sound of the cycle beginning as the agitator started to move slowly around and around.
There was only one machine and now that it had been started, every thing slowed down even the prep station.
“Well baby, let me massage your diaper a lot more before I let this beautifully thick and bulky diaper, get prepared for recycling. I will instruct my prep staff to take their time, do as much to you as they feel like doing. They have many different things they can do to help you make it through the cycles. I may even tell them to put you to sleep before they actually load you up.
They are also allowed to make you as dirty as they want so that they won’t be sending a fresh, clean diaper to be recycled. Yes, that is my plan. Ok, now, lay back and relax, I am going to smear some of this very smelly stuff all over you. It will later become a little sticky. This will help make any other stuff that is used to “prep” you, stick to you better.”
“Now here it comes baby.”(rubbing his hands together with the substance) 
The man then began to rub the substance into my feet and legs first, working his way methodically up to my diaper. He then stopped to put some more of the substance into his hands before continuing to rub the substance into my stomach, my chest, arms and face. Once he was done, he decided that he wasn’t going to be satisfied unless he opened my diaper and put some of the substance all over my diapering area. So he unfastened the tapes on each side of my diaper, and pulled the front of my diaper down.
He then squirted some more of the creamy stuff all over my diapering area thoroughly making sure that he got lots of it all over my penis. As usual, my penis got real hard and stood right up. He massaged it slowly and softly, making sure to build some kind of rhythmic intensity to the motions he was doing with his hands. Before too long, the intense feeling that I was about to blow was upon me. A second or two later, I began to squirt cum all over myself, and before I knew what was happening, the man put the front of my diaper over my penis and continued until the cum had squirted into my diaper. Once I was done, the man began to refasten the tapes on each side of my diaper and then he motioned for one of the prep staff to come and take the cart I was in.
The young blond woman came over to the cart and began to push it over to her work station where there was a large pile of diapers on the ground, about to be prepped for recycling. The man came over to the woman’s work station and gave her a sheet of paper with some detailed instructions for her to follow.
She looked them over and then set the sheet of paper down on a small metal table that was next to a long, wide, padded table that was used to prep the diapers before they could be recycled. The woman then began to take diapers out of the cart and set them onto the table hand full at a time. Before too long, it was my turn to be lifted out and put onto the prep table. The woman lifted me up into the air and then laid me down on the table on my back. She then reached back into the cart and took out an arm load worth of diapers. She set the diapers down on top of me, covering my chest and stomach.
She then began to open each diaper up so that she could dowse the inside of each diaper with the foaming gel from a can that resembled a shaving cream container.
Once she was done with that, she tossed each foamed diaper into another cart.
Before too long, all of the diapers had been foamed and had been tossed into the cart beside her. It was now my turn to have my diaper foamed.
The lady calmly came up and stood between my legs and said as she unfastened the tapes on each side of my diaper; “its ok, baby, this isn’t going to hurt. Its going to help your diaper smell better now that its wet. It will also make your diaper feel softer once it dries up instead of becoming crunchy from the gels that are inside of your diaper.
Now just relax or I will have to go and get some one to hold you down while I do this.”
Said the blond woman as she gently pulled the front of my diaper down and laid it open flat. She then took the plain white can with a blue flower on it, and gave it a quick shake before she began to squirt it into my diaper from back to front.
Once she was done, she tried to console me by talking in baby talk to me.
“Now, there you are, all….done. That wasn’t so bad now was it baby?”
A short second later, she had refastened the tapes on my thick diaper and she was staying there until the next person came over to apply the white powder into each and every diaper in the cart, and including the one I was currently wearing. Once the other staff member came over to the work station, the blond woman stepped aside and began to take her break while the red haired woman began to open my diaper up again so that she could shake a whole lot of the white powder into my diaper. The red head first put on a pair of latex rubber gloves before she began to unfasten the tapes on each side of my diaper.
Once my diaper was unfastened, she laid it open flat again and then she grabbed the large, baby blue plastic container full of white powder and began to shake it liberally into the back and front of my diaper. She even shook a whole bunch onto my pelvis before she pulled my diaper back up and refastened the tapes. Once she was done, she took a look at the sheet of paper with the instructions printed on it. She then lifted me up and then carried me over to a covered playpen, and set me down inside of it before she closed the top and locked it. She then went back to her duties.
It must have been at least 20 minutes before another dark haired woman wearing her hair in a tight little bun in the back of her head, came over to the playpen and unlocked it. She then opened it and then she pulled me back out and took me over to another station that was used to feed the babies before they were taken over to the conveyor belt and put onto it and left there to be loaded into the large opening of the machine.
“Hi there baby boy, I have been instructed to give you a bottle before you are loaded onto the belt. I was also told that I could do anything I wanted with you until the machine stopped and it was time to load you and a whole bunch of diapers into that big, nasty machine over there.” Stated the dark haired woman who was now cradling me in her arms, about to give me a bottle full of cool, white milk.
She then proceeded to take the cap off of the bottle and then she stuck the nipple into my mouth and held it there while I nursed.
“drink this all gone like a good baby ok?” “Good boy! That-a-boy, it won’t be long now.” Whispered the dark haired woman. The blond woman came over to the dark haired woman to ask her if the baby need anything done to his diapers before he was loaded into the machine by the conveyer belt.
The dark haired woman asked what cycle the machine was on. The blond told her that it was just going into the rinse cycle right now.
So, in just a few minutes of me finishing the whole bottle, I was fully asleep, drugged, and totally helpless. The dark haired lady put the empty bottle into a large plastic bin near one of the changing tables that was used during times when it got too busy and there were a lot of babies to prep, and then she got up, carried me over to the conveyor belt and laid me down on it. She then gently took her arms out from under my head and then she went over to grab the large plastic trash can that was now full of prepped diapers, and she dumped it all over me, covering me from head to toe with the first of many containers full of diapers. After she finished dumping the first trash can, she picked up the next one and dumped it onto the conveyor belt and kind of spread it out along the rest of the belt.
The belt had been stopped while the machine was busy but the machine was now in its last cycle that was ending in just a few minutes. Each of the full cans was dumped somewhere along the conveyor belt. My feet were facing in the direction of the place where the opening to the machine would be in just a few minutes.
Another large can full of prepped diapers was dumped on top of me. The diapers then began to settle and fall into place where there was room.
I was so helplessly under the drug’s spell that I had fallen asleep and slept though the whole process and even into where I was put until I woke up.
A clicking sound and the machine began to slow down and then stop. A second later, the metal sliding door slid up and out of sight. The machine was now completely empty.
The inside looked a lot like a standard industrial washing machine with the exception that the tumbler/agitator had a trap door in it that allowed everything that is inside, to be released into the many, many filters and chutes for separation.
A few minutes later, some one came over to the belt’s controls and then began to turn the power back on. Once the power was on, the start button was pushed and the belt jerked into motion. As the belt moved me and all of the diapers closer and closer to the machine, the belt went upwards carrying my thickly diapered sleeping body, into the opening of the machine. Once inside, some one came over to the opening and re positioned me so that I wouldn’t block the opening. More and more diapers kept coming into the machine’s agitator. Once it was full and the weight limit was reached,
The thick metal door with a thick window in it came down and latched.                            A few minutes later, warm water began to slowly fill the bottom of the agitator of the side loading machine. Once the water level was reached, the machine began to turn around, and around. Slowly, a thick, foaming gel began to ooze into the machine’s agitator.
My thick disposable diaper was now getting wetter and wetter and now, it was going to
get soaked with the foaming soap gel.
Going around and around inside of the machine as it began to wash the diapers out,
The machine also washed me as well. The gel removed all of the dirt, SAP, wetness and anything else that I was coated with during the time that I spent in the trash compactors on the way to the dump.
Then a clicking sound told the machine to go to the next cycle, draining the soapy, gel water down the drain and trading it for warm rinse water. The diapers were tossed around and around inside of the machine, as it turned around and around in a medium speed, landing on me and covering me every time I was at the bottom of each revolution of the agitator.
A few minutes later, the rinse cycle was over and the rinse water stopped coming into the agitator and the machine began to quicken the agitator’s speed so that the diapers and I could be spun dried.
The diapers and I were just a little damp after the spin cycle was done.
The machine didn’t slow down though. It continued to spin.
The diapers kept bouncing around in the agitator and slowly breaking up into pieces.
My diaper began to slowly break apart as well. First, the whole left side of my diaper began to loose its padding from inside. Then the left tape flew off and went somewhere, and then the back sheet began to break up into small little pieces. Once my diaper was completely broken up into pieces and there were no more diapers inside of the agitator, the machine slowed to a complete stop. A few seconds later, the bottom dropped out from under me and I slid down a large metal chute. (that resembled a long metal park slide)  .
Once the trap door re closed, the sliding door to the front of the machine opened up, allowing more diapers and one of the baby girls to be loaded into the machine.
A few minutes later, some one came over to clear out what was in the chute.
The man that came over saw that I didn’t have any diaper on so he took me out and held me in a playpen nearby until a tall woman wearing some printed scrubs, came over and pulled me out. She picked me up and carried me over to some changing tables that were free at the time and then began to set it all up so that she could re diaper me.
The Lady in the maroon printed scrubs laid me down on my back and then strapped me down so that I couldn’t roll off. Once she was done strapping me down, she bent over and reached into the little cabinet under the changer. She then opened a package of “Huggies” whites thicks and took one of the diapers out and began to unfold the wings in the back of the diaper. She then lifted my bottom up and then slid the already thick disposable diaper under me. She then bent over again and reached into the cabinet again to get three diaper doublers to insert into my diaper. She then closed the cabinet doors and latched them.
She then began to place the diaper doublers into my diaper from the back to the front, slightly over lapping each one as she laid them into my diaper.
Once she was done with that, she unfolded the front wings and pulled the diaper up between my legs and then fastened the tapes on each side. I was now completely clean and wearing a fresh, clean disposable diaper in a dump full of piles and piles of wet diapers.
Once she was completely done, she unstrapped me, lifted me off of the changer and then she set me down onto my feet in front of the changer. She then grabbed my right hand and then escorted me over to one of the piles of diapers that is inside of a fence that ran around several large, old piles at once.
The lady opened the gate that led into the area where the piles were, and she left me inside of the fenced off area and then she closed and locked the gate.
Inside of the gate, there were only piles and piles and piles of wet diapers all over the place. Mountains of diapers, laying around until it was time to either use them, or recycle them.
Meanwhile this is where they were going to keep me during the day until they needed me again.
I decided to go find a place to sleep. So I toddled around the piles of diapers and found a
Playpen that was situated between a couple of the piles. I went over to it and tried to climb into it. With my diaper so thick, it was very hard to walk and climb so I leaned over the rail and let gravity do the rest. The top of the rail was really quite high for me to climb over but I was able to get in kind of sliding my way in.
Once I was in it was going to be too hard to get out again, so I waited and waited for two hours until some one brought one of the baby girls into the fenced off area. She too was now just wearing a rather thick and bulky disposable diaper. She too had been through “the machine” as well. She toddled around, barely able to do anything more than a waddle, with her thick, bulky diaper in between her legs. Once she saw that there was going to be no way out…..the baby girl just waddled over to the playpen that I was in.
She too was now going to have a very hard time……getting over the top edge of the tall playpen. My question was now…..did we shrink? Everything seemed a lot bigger than I thought it was. Even the lady that had brought us both here, was a lot taller than she had been before. Could it have been that machine that did this to us? Nah…..it couldn’t have been. I thought long and hard about this weird situation that had just unfolded.
At the same time, the third baby girl was brought into the fenced area and the gate was locked again. Another hour went by and it was starting to get later. The sun was beginning to sink lower and the machine was not taking as many loads as it was earlier in the day.
All at once, after the last loads had been done, the machine was shut down for the day and everyone who was working on that machine, was diverted onto either another type of machine, or another area.
Six women who were once busy at the machine, now were assigned to the fenced area that was to be known as; The Diaper pen, came over, unlocked the gate, came through it, and then re locked the gate behind them. They were each carrying diaper bags with them as they approached us in the large playpen. Each of the ladies also had small radios that they had clipped to their aprons that they were using to get their orders from the dump’s
Owner and “big daddy” at the disposable diaper dump, John.
John radioed to the ladies that had come into the diaper pen and told them that he wanted all of the babies to be fed, then have their diapers checked and if they needed to be changed, change them. The only order that he said was not negotiable, was that the diapers must be from one of the piles there in the pen. That’s all. No more clean diapers were to be used that day until the next day. Ordered  Big Daddy John.
The ladies came over to the three of us and began to take each of us out of the play pen one by one, so that they could do whatever they wanted to us while we were being fed and changed for the night.
A pretty blond woman with green eyes and a knock out red head came over to me and the red head lifted me out of the playpen and carried me over to the very back of the diaper pen where there was a small shack looking building with just a door in it.
The blond lady was just ahead of the red head so she opened the door with a key and then swung the door open so that the red head could carry me down a short flight of stairs and then down into a little nursery that didn’t look like it got much use.
There were six cribs, six changing tables, three playpens and six highchairs down there in that underground nursery.
Of course, there were still some old formerly wet cloth diapers and disposable diapers laying around on the floor, randomly scattered about as if they had been tossed over some one’s shoulder during a diaper change.
I was carried over to one of the rocking chairs that were right next to one of the cribs and changing tables. The red head turned around and sat into the rocking chair while the blond, came over holding a full bottle of whole, white milk for me to drink.
“Hello there my little one. You must be very thirsty after all of today’s excitement.
Here, I have a nice…cool bottle full of some delicious milk for you to drink. When you are all done, our plan is to make you cum into your diapers for us, before we check your diaper and possibly change it. If…….we change your diaper, the diaper we change you into, will NOT be a clean one…but one from out there in the diaper pen.” Explained the red head.
“We are also going to give you some sleeping medicine so that you will sleep nice and soundly during the night and into the next morning. The medicine will not wear off for 12 whole hours. First thing in the morning, Big Daddy wants us to take you over to our training area and he wants to use you to train some new recruits that just signed up.
He says that you will be getting sort of dirty during the exercises. You will then be brought back to the diaper pen where there will be some other ladies and a few men there who will need a baby to use during their regular duties here at the dump. We are now assigned to you, to care for you, change your diapers, feed you, and make sure that you get cleaned at least once a week at the minimum.” Said the read head
“Big Daddy wants at least two people assigned to each of the babies at all times.
For now, we are going to do things to you that will make you feel good, and will help make your diapers wetter. Then, we have the option to change your diaper before we leave, but we don’t have to if we don’t want to.” Said the blond lady.
About thirty minutes later, I was done with my bottle and the red head took the bottle from me and tossed it into one of the cribs before she stood up with me still in her arms, and carried me over to a changing table. The blond lady took up a position on one side of the changer while the red head stood right in between my legs. The blond lady began to fasten the arm straps and the red head began to fasten the straps that went across my chest and my legs. Now that I was restrained, the blond lady looked at the red head and they both then looked down at me. The blond lady was the first one to begin to unfasten my tapes on each side of my diaper. It was the red head who pulled my diaper down and laid it open flat. “Ok, now, this is going to feel really good, what I am about to do. The first thing I am going to do to you is……put some baby lotion into my hands, and then I am going to smear it all over your diapering area, and penis. I am also going to make sure I get a lot of the lotion all over your butt and butt cheeks. We don’t want you to get a rash now…do we?” asked the red head.
Before I knew what was going on, the red head had lotion all over my pelvis and the area all around my penis. The red head then took some more lotion into her palms and rubbed it in just a little before she continued to massage it in, getting closer and closer to my penis. Once she was done with the area all around my penis, the red head decided to hand me over to the blond, who now had the baby lotion bottle in her hand, and was about to squirt a lot of it onto me. She turned the bottle over and the lotion began to squirt all over my penis and testicles. Once she was satisfied that she had enough on me, she began to methodically massage the lotion into my penis, causing it to become fully erect.
She liked that. This was what she…..liked best.
“Ooooooh! Baby likes this……..huh baby boy……that’s right my little sugar plumb…..
Baby likes it when I do this to him” said the blond lady in a soft, sexy, baby talk, as she worked the lotion into my penis.
“Now, be a good little boy, and I will make you cum into your diaper. If you are a b..aaaa…d little baby…….and I will rub you with as many wet diapers as I can and then leave you loosely diapered and in one of the piles out there.” Stated the blond lady, talking to me.
“In a few minutes there baby, your diaper will be nice and wet….and ready for a change.
Would you like us to change your diaper for you…..before we leave you here for the night?” asked the red head in as a sexy, low toned, voice talking in baby talk.
“While she is doing that to you…..I am going to rub some of this baby gel into your chest and arms….would you like me to do that for you….baby?” Asked the red head
While the two ladies rubbed, gently yanked, pulled, poked, massaged and lotioned me up,
Another large load of wet disposable diapers had been tossed into the diaper pen, making yet another pile near where the playpen was.
“When those two ladies are done with the baby boy, tell them that I want him to be left out here for the night…..I want the night crew to be able to have access to him if they need a baby.” Said big daddy, John.
So, a few minutes later, after fifteen minutes of constant and gentle rubbing of my penis, the blond lady decided to go and put the front of my diaper over my penis, just in case I came. The blond and the red head began to rub the front of my diaper gently, pausing only to refasten the tapes on each side of my diaper, snugly.
Two minutes later, I felt the shear rush and the pleasurable pain coming from my penis just before I came into my diaper heavily.
“Wow! What a good boy you are!?”  After your wet diaper dries out a little, we will come back and change your diaper for you, for being so good for us while we did this to you.” Just then, the blond lady’s radio chirped signaling that Big Daddy wanted her on the radio. The blond stepped back and went for her radio, still clipped to her apron pocket.
“Hey John, how’s it going out there?” Asked the blond. “Well, I have some new orders for you…..whatever it is you are doing…stop and bring that baby boy outside and leave him on one of the piles of wet diapers for the night. Don’t worry about changing him if you don’t want to. Just make sure that his diaper isn’t too wet and might leak, if it IS too wet, change his diaper and bring him out here and leave him. Do you copy?” Asked Big Daddy John.
“Yes, I copy” said the blond.
“Well, you heard the man, we have to bring him back outside and leave him there. Should we change his diapers first?” asked the blond. “Is his diaper soaking wet to the point that it might leak soon?” Asked the red head. “Nope not just yet”  Said the blond feeling my diaper all over and poking her index fingers through my leg holes, checking my diaper for wetness.  “Ok, then, its up to you. If you think he’ll be more comfortable wearing a drier diaper than he has on right now, then go ahead and change him, if he has a drier diaper than the ones out there, then leave it.” Stated the red head to the blond, telling her what options she had.
“I think that I am going to check his diaper right now so that I will know one way or the other.” Announced the blond. The blond then began to unfasten the tapes on my diaper and then she pulled it down and allowed the front of my diaper to lay open flat. The blond began to feel the inside of my diaper for signs of soaking wetness. Seeing no real obvious signs of wetness, she decided to pull my diaper back up and refasten the tapes.
The two women then unstrapped me and the red head then picked me up and carried me back up the short stair case and out through the door to the diaper pen.
Once out there, the red head carried me over to one of the piles that had been there since
1983. It had all sorts of old vintage disposable diapers still in it and some of them were really thick still. The red head walked right up to the pile and then gave me a good heave into the pile. I flew through the air for a second or two and then came to rest about mid way down from the top.
As I landed, I was enveloped and swallowed by the pile. The two women then made their way to the gate and then unlocked it. They then stepped through it and then closed and relocked the gate again. The two women then walked away and left for the night. The sun had almost gone down now and it was getting darker and darker by the minute.  It felt so nice to be in the pile of old, formerly wet, disposable diapers that I was starting to get real comfortable, as I laid in the pile, under all of those diapers. Then my penis got really stiff under my diaper. So I did what I usually did; I humped my diaper until I came tons.
I rubbed my diaper back and forth against all of the diapers that I was laying on.
My diaper’s plastic back sheet crinkled loudly as I moved back and forth, up and down.
Once I had came, I simply relaxed into a slump and then fell asleep soundly.
It wasn’t until something startled me, that I woke up and found myself strapped to another exam table, where there were lots of people walking around, back, and forth, doing their jobs. Out of nowhere, a rather busty looking old woman, came over to me, stood between my legs and began to unfasten the tapes of my diaper.
Once she had unfastened my diaper, she pulled it out from under me and set it onto my chest, with the inside of the diaper, facing my skin. My diaper was soaking wet now and the older woman was just getting ready to diaper me in several, old, diaper-service, cloth diapers. She was just folding the diapers up so that they would fit me right before she came over to me, lifted my butt a little, and then she slid the cloth diapers under
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6 years ago  ::  Feb 25, 2008 - 2:28PM #3
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The Diaper Man Said-Chapter 3
     The Perm-Area:

The now full trash truck, waited for the automated gates to open before it drove through and continued down the dirt road. The dirt road was long and a little rutty and curvy too.
The truck drove to the end of the dirt road, then slowed down, and then stopped.




A flagger directed the truck to its dumping site. The truck then drove to the site, stopped, and then backed up. The driver and his female partner backed right up to the edge of a rather large pit that had two motorized rollers sticking out on each side of the pit that broke the packed piles up and separated the diapers out so that they could be forced through the pit and onto a conveyor belt for sorting. The small trash truck that was only used for collecting wet diapers and an occasional baby or two, began to dump its load of diapers and the baby boy, into the pit. Once the truck’s container was empty, it drove away and left.



I fell into the pit and was forced between two medium speed motorized roller wheels that separated me from the compacted pile of diapers that was in the truck.
I was then flung through the two wheels and then ended up on a conveyor belt already full of diapers from all of the loads that other trucks had dumped.
The conveyor belt was really slow for some reason. It felt like it was only moving at 5 miles an hour or so, barely creeping along as it carried the diapers and I over to the sorting area. It took the belt twenty minutes to bring me up for sorting at the speed that it was going. Once I came up into the air and light, from the enclosed pit, a woman that was standing there, sorting the diapers, took me off the belt and put me into a grey cart with a lid on it. The cart already had been filled with a lot of disposable diapers that had been sorted and separated from all of the others on the conveyor belt.
The diapers that were left on the conveyor belt were being taken over to a place where they would be stored until some one wanted or needed them again for something.
Now, the local diaper factory, owned this part of the dump so they had all of their seconds, thirds and all of their internally used products, brought here and kept here for good. Here at the Perm area, there were pits, lined with thick, clear plastic, where they dumped the sorted diapers that had been left on the conveyor belt. These diapers were kept in these pits so that some one who wanted to diaper a baby in one or use some of the diapers from the pit as research products, or if one of the scientists that have been assigned to the Perm-Area to check to see that the diapers are still wearable.
I was left in the cart for a long time before some one came over to the cart and began to push it away.
Who ever it was that was pushing the cart, rolled it over to a rather large, solid room
then the cart stopped rolling. All of a sudden, the top came off and was set down in a corner of the large room with no windows in it. This room looked a lot like what a jail or prison looked like but absolutely NO windows in it. There was a white crib that had a few formerly wet disposable diapers in it. I was picked up from under my arms and put into the adult sized crib. Then, the hinged lid was put down and locked. The person that had pushed the cart into the room had now joined the diapering team that had assembled in that room.
“Ok, team members, listen up. This new baby that we just got is not to go without a diaper change at any time. It doesn’t matter if you put a previously wet diaper on him or one that is fresh and clean. As long as you put the right type of diaper on him for what you are going to do to him. The rules are not up for negotiation. Now……..we have this baby for ever……he is not going anywhere. Diaper care techs, I need you to stay on top of the diaper changes, and if the diaper is washable or at least rinse able, please make sure that the diapers are taken care of. I also want this baby to not have to go without a bottle, if he wants one. In fact, I am going to put him on a feeding schedule just to make sure. Now, The Diaper Man said, he wants to use his new baby boy, at his diaper service during the week so that he can test fit the cloth and disposable diapers. He offers customers the option to purchase previously wet disposable diapers to businesses like factories, labs, orphanages, and special diaper schools too.
He also offers us, the option to diaper his baby in nothing but cloth diapers from his service if he wants us to. However, for now, we are going to continue to use the diapers from
his Perm-Area site. The Diaper Man has just bought this area and is in the process of changing the name. When he does change the name, he will let us know.
Now, I want everyone that changes this baby’s diapers, to write down how many diapers he is going through every hour of every day and why. Even those people who use the baby to complete their duties. I want the diaper logs to go wherever the baby goes.
In fact, I want everyone to sign him in and out too, if they come to use him.”
Explained the lead diaper care specialist. “Now, is everyone clear on everything?
Are there any questions?” Asked the lead diaper care specialist. “Ok then. I want this baby’s diaper to be as thick as possible at all times. Now, I will go and bring back all of the orders and rules for this baby in a couple of hours. The diaper man wants the baby ready to be used by anyone in less than 20 minutes…….let’s get busy.” Ordered the Lead diaper care specialist. Then the lead diaper care specialist walked away and went over to his Office to call the new owner of the Perm-Area to get the orders and rules for his newest baby. The diaper man owns a full service diaper service. He bought the Perm-Area so that he could offer the previously wet disposable diapers as “Punishment Diapers” or for industrial uses like in recycling and in demonstrations.
This was so that who ever diapered his baby in these diapers, wouldn’t be wasting fresh, clean diapers for something that is just going to either destroy the diapers or get them really, really dirty anyway. He offered the use of his baby boy for a nominal rental fee too along with an order of diapers. So, if some one was going to demonstrate how the diaper recycling process worked, they could use his baby and as many disposable diapers as they wanted. The diapers and the baby would be brought over to where ever the customer wanted the diapers and the baby by truck or they could take the baby themselves if they wished.
But the only rule he had was that on weekends, he didn’t want his baby to go anywhere except any where around the Perm-Area and he wants anyone who is employed there at his area, to be able to either take the baby home with them, to use at their homes for anything they needed to have done, as a privilege of working for him.
He also wants any cloth diapers that he sends to his area, that are no longer usable as diapers, to be sorted into three groups; wiping rags, wash rags, and flushables.
Whatever is considered flushable, is to be placed over at the flushing stations and is to be used on any baby that is going to be flushed down their special toilets.
Back at the baby boy’s new nursery, the diapering team was busy, getting the baby ready to be used by anyone there. Back at the lead diaper care specialist’s office, the phone was ringing. It was the Diaper man calling to ask that his new baby’s nursery get decorated and painted, and that he wanted to make sure that the diaper chutes for both the disposable diapers and the cloth diapers were not full. If they were full, he wanted some one to go and make sure that any of the cloth diapers that were needing to be soaked, washed and rinsed, got done, and any of the disposable diapers got sent out to dry under the sun. He also wanted to make sure that if anyone came over to the baby’s nursery, asking to use him, that one of the baby’s diaper care techs went with him so that they could diaper him however, that person wanted. He also asked that they keep the baby diapered in either cloth diapers or disposable diapers, whichever type they wanted until some one came and needs the baby diapered in something else. Once the Diaper man hung up the phone, The lead diaper care specialist typed up the orders on his Caregiver sheet and printed them out. Then he went out of his office and over to the baby’s Nursery to post the New orders on the corkboard. Once he was done with that, he got on his walkie-talkie, and informed every one on the diapering team, of the new orders and where they were posted. Then he went back to his office to finish up his large amount of paperwork. My diaper care tech was busy getting my supply of diapers arranged in my changing table. The changer was like a dresser, with drawers in the front and the changer part on the top. Once all of the drawers were stocked and labeled with what type of diapers that were in each of the drawers, my diaper care tech came over to the crib I was in and then unlocked the top. She then pushed the top up and made sure it was not going to fall. She then reached in and pulled me out, inserting her hands into my armpits.
I was then carried over to the changer and laid onto my back. I was promptly strapped down so that I didn’t roll off, then she inserted her two index fingers on both hands, into the leg elastics of my diaper to feel for wetness. She found that my diaper wasn’t wet much, so she decided to change it anyway. The orders that had been posted also stated how each diaper that was changed, was supposed to be dealt with. She read that she was to log how wet the diaper was, when it was changed, and how the diaper was handled or dealt with. She then came over to me again and began to unfasten the tapes. Once she had pulled the diaper down and it was laying open flat and exposed, she pulled it out from under me and then she went over to the new clipboard that had the diaper change log on it and began to write down the information on the log.
Then, she went across the room to one of the pull-down diaper chute doors, she then put the diaper into the door and then she let the door close back up. There were still quite a few other disposable diapers left inside of the chute, left over from another baby before this one. The chute was not quite full yet but was going to need to be emptied soon.
Then my diaper care tech came back over to me and then opened one of the drawers that had cloth diapers in it. She took out three clean, white, and fluffy, cloth diapers from the drawer and then she closed the drawer. She then began to fold the cloth diapers, one at a time so that she could layer the diapers for thickness. Then she lifted my butt up and then slid the diapers under me. She then pulled the front of the diapers up between my legs. She then opened another drawer that had some kind of white, waterproof tape that she used to hold my cloth diapers on with. She then took a roll out and then she closed the drawer while she took long strips of tape from the roll and began to place it onto my diapers like the disposables have on them. Then once my diapers had been taped on me, my diaper care tech unstrapped me and then she picked me up and then she set me down onto the floor on my feet. “Now stay here for a minute while I clean up the changer.” Said my diaper care tech. She then went over to the changer and began to put the tape and the rest of the stuff away before she came back over to me. Just as she came over to me and was about to put me in my crib, a man in a brown jump suit came into the nursery.
“Hi. Can I help you? Asked my care tech. “Yes, I am here to sign the baby out because I have a ton of cloth diapers that need to be flushed down the toilet. I was told by his owner that I could use him. I will go to the water plant down the street and get him back from there after I am done.” Stated the man in the jump suit. “Ok, if it has been ok’d by the baby’s owner, then I guess it would be alright. Is there any certain type of diaper that you want him to be wearing for this? Asked my diaper care tech. “Yes. He should be diapered in just some cloth diapers and if you want him to, you can put on a onesie if you feel like it. I would rather he be in just his diapers, but it’s up to you.” Stated the man in the brown jump suit. “Well, I guess he is ready for you then. Is he going to be gone long? Asked the diaper care tech. “No, he is not. He will be back in 24 hours and he will be wearing the same diapers too, only the diapers will be really dirty, and they might be a little ripped and torn.” Stated the man in the brown jump suit. “Will he be needing to be changed at all before he gets flushed? Asked my diaper care tech. “Well, he might, so you might want to come with the baby. He might not get flushed though if things all go right.” Said the man in the brown jump suit. “I have to soak, rinse and then flush twenty loads of cloth diapers today and I need a baby to wet some of the diapers so that I’m not going to flush clean diapers down the diaper toilet.” Stated the man.
“I have a few new people that I am using to do the flushing, so the baby just might get flushed but I am hoping that he doesn’t. If he does, I will go and get him from the diaper plant” Said the man. After I am done with him, I think the other station will need him too.
They have some clean diapers that need to be wet in before they can be dried and then sold to the diaper man’s customers as punishment diapers.” Explained the man.
“Well, then, all I need you to do, is sign him out on the clipboard right there by the door, then I will give you a copy of the diaper change report so that you can log all of the diaper changes. The diaper man wants us to do this for him. If the baby gets flushed, you have to report it. You have to explain why he has been flushed and what he was wearing when you flushed him, and if his diapers were wet or dry before you put him into the toilet.” Stated my diaper care tech. “Alright, thanks. Said the man as he signed me out and then took a copy of the diaper change report from my diaper care tech.
“Ok, baby, you are now this man’s responsibility. I have to change you only when he wants me to now, so don’t cry….ok?” Said my diaper care tech. “Now, here we go.”
Said my diaper care tech as she grabbed my hand and made me walk out of my new nursery, outside, past six small mountain sized piles of disposable diapers, and then past the lead diaper care specialist’s office and over to the flushing house where all of the special toilets, the washing machines, the diaper dirtiers, and the diaper driers all were.
The man in the brown jump suit opened the heavy, thick metal door and held it open for me as my diaper care tech let go of my hand and put her hand on my back to push me inside. Once the three of us were inside, the man locked the door and then grabbed my hand and took me over to the back of the flushing house where there was a pile of cloth diapers that went all the way to the vaulted roof. The floor had regular bathroom tile on it and the room looked like an over sized version of the type of bathroom you might find in your local Wal-Mart. The room had stalls that were wider than a handicapped stall and they were longer and deeper too. The doors on the stalls went all the way to the floor and had rubber strips along the bottom edge that kept any water in the stall in case one of the toilets got clogged and overflowed. Each stall had a super sized toilet in it, (large as if you had been shrunk to the size of a Barbie doll, big.) and this was what they used to flush so many cloth diapers and a baby down if they needed to.
The man in the brown jump suit went over to the flushing controls on a panel that was lit up with lots of buttons and began to set the mode of the flushing mechanism before he called for the two younger teenaged girls to come and begin loading the toilet with the cloth diapers from the really, really tall pile that I had seen on my way in.
The two teen girls came in wearing full clear plastic aprons that would help keep their clothes dry in case they got splashed. “Now girls, I know that you are new at this, but I want you two to know that this baby is not to get flushed. If you forget, it’s alright. After this, I will do you two also. The diapers that you two are wearing and the dresses too. I Need to fill this toilet with as many cloth diapers as you two can get into it. Then, while you two are loading, I am going to get this baby here, nice and dirty and I am going to dirty some of the other cleaner diapers that the diaper man wants flushed. Then, I will bring the baby over to you two and then I want one of you to load him into the toilet and then I need you to close the lid and latch it. Then, Come get me and I will set the soaking timer. Ok?” Explained the man in the brown jump suit, to his two daughters. They both shook their heads yes and then went to work. “If one of you need a diaper change, ask the baby’s diaper care tech to change you. She is in charge of changing diapers.” Stated the man to his daughters.
The two teens then began to load the toilet with load after load of cloth diapers as I was guided over to where there was a small pile of clean cloth diapers on the floor.
“Here we are, I need to laid you down on this pile of diapers, baby, so that your diaper care tech and I can help you get all of these diapers dirty for us. We are going to make you wet your diaper in a very special way first, and then we are going to make you actually wet your diaper by giving you a special bottle of milk. We might have to unfasten your diapers to help you. Your diaper care tech will be the one who will do this for you, ok baby? Explained the man. “Ok, Now that you are laying down on your back, while your diaper care tech gets to start making you wet your diaper for us in a special way, I am going to get some diaper dirtying chemicals. Then I am going to come back and apply the chemicals to your diapers. Be right back baby.” Stated the man as he went to get the chemicals to put onto my diapers. “Ok baby, the first thing I am going to do to you is, I am going to rub the front of your diapers softly and then I am going to unfasten your diapers and then I am going to rub your penis until you are almost going to cum. Then, I am going to pull your diapers up and refasten them and then finish rubbing you.”
Stated my diaper care tech. “Here we go baby, ooh, doesn’t this feel nice? Your diaper is so nice and fluffy too. It’s so nice and thick and soft, that you are going to barely feel it when we soak, rinse and then flush you down the toilet with all of these nice and fluffy cloth diapers. Then, after the diaper man has you and your diapers, you will be sorted and all of the ripped and torn diapers will be taken over to the diaper grinder so that the cloth diapers can be mixed with paper fibers and then made into new disposable diapers.
Then any of the diapers that are still usable, are taken over to a rag pile and dropped off there so that they can be packaged and then sold off to diaper labs. Then once they are done packaging the diapers, they are going to rent you out to a lab and the lab is going to use you during their diaper experiments. They will dirty your diapers with all sorts of things including dust, chemicals, gels, foams, mop bucket water, detergents, lotions, powders, spray cans full of stuff, and spray on scents.
Now, as the two twin girls load the toilet bowl full of cloth diapers, I am going to
Make sure that you are comfy in these diapers.” Explained my diaper care tech rubbing the front of my cloth diaper. “Now baby just sit back and let me get you to cum for me.
Then I will hand you over to the twins to have them load you into the toilet.” Stated my diaper care tech reaching into the leg holes of my diaper so as to massage my penis.
As my diaper care tech gently massaged my penis, my penis got harder and I began to breathe a little more heavily. In about ten minutes, after my diaper care tech had methodically and rhythmically rubbed and massaged my entire pelvic region,   
Cum burst from my penis, completely coating the inside of my cloth diapers.
Then once I was done and really relaxed, which really was the plan any way,
To get me completely relaxed, my diaper care tech did as she had promised; she handed me over to the twin girls so that they could load me into the toilet when they were ready.
Now, the twins were already loading the super large toilet bowl full of load after load of cloth diapers. Then it became their break time and their father came into the room to tell them that it was their break time. “Ok girls, time to take a short break. Do any of you need diaper changes?” He asked. “then he took hold of one of his daughters and then flipped up one of their dresses and revealed a pair of printed plastic pants and three layered cloth diapers. He pulled back the elastics of the plastic pants and then thrust his hand down the front of the first daughter’s diaper to feel it for wetness.  Of course, it was wet and it needed to be changed. So he took his first daughter over to a diaper changer and began to changer her diaper. He told his daughter that he was going to flush her cloth diapers that had been wet, down the toilet that they had been loading. He also told them since they had been really bad lately; he was going to add to their punishment. He was going to give the two of them a choice; they could be flushed down the same toilet that they had loaded, or they could be compacted in the diaper storage unit. Then, once he had finished diapering his first daughter, he pulled her up and then helped her down from the changer and then led her back over to where she could stand and wait until her sister got checked and changed. The man’s second daughter had been wearing a disposable diaper the whole time and it too was soaking wet. So after he finished checking her diaper, he led her to the same changer. Once he had unfastened her tapes and opened her diaper, he pulled it out from under her and then he tossed it over his shoulder. Then the man went over to the pile of cloth diapers that were destined to be flushed, and took three rather large sized cloth diapers over to the changer. He then began to put the diapers onto his daughter then he couldn’t find any plastic pants so he left her without plastic pants.
Then the helped his second daughter down from the changer and then led her over to the toilet. “Ok girls, you two have a choice, you can be flushed down the toilet here, or you can be compacted in the disposable diaper storage container that we keep the disposable diapers in until they dry out. It’s your choice.” The two girls looked at each other while the decided what they wanted to do. Then the two of them both said; We want to be flushed daddy.” Said the two girls to their dad. “Ok, then, that makes things a little easier.
I don’t have to change your diapers again and make you wear disposable diapers for the compactor. Now, when it’s time, I am going to come over to each one of you, and strip you down to just your cloth diapers. Then I am going to toss your onesies and your little pink and your yellow silky dresses into the toilet then I am going to load one of you first then I am going to flush the toilet. Then I am going to reload the toilet with more diapers, and then I am going to load the next one into the toilet and then flush the toilet. Now, I can either flush you, Sandy or I can flush you Mandy, first. Which one of you will go first?” Asked their dad.
“I will.” Stated Sandy. So her father went over to her and then using a permanent marker, lifted her dress up and marked on the back of her diaper. He put a small number “1” near the waistline. Then he went over to the other daughter and then pulled her plastic pants down for a second and then marked a small number “2” in the same place as the other daughter had hers marked. “There. Now, I want you two to finish up with the first part of your punishment. Load the baby boy into the toilet and then finish loading the toilet. Once the toilet is filled up all the way, I want you to tell me so that I can flush the toilet.”
Instructed their father. Then once the first load is done, I will strip you Sandy and then put you into the toilet. You will get to soak for a little while until I am done loading the toilet. But now……………..get busy!” demanded their father. So the two girls got busy and continued to load the toilet. Then, a few minutes later, the two girls came over to me and stepped to each side of me. They both helped me up to my feet and then the walked me over to the side of the toilet bowl. Then the two girls grabbed me by each arm and then told me to step into the bowl and then sit down with my back to them.
I did so obediently. Then once I was sitting in the cool toilet water, they shoved my feet into the drain a little so that I would get sucked into the drain once the toilet was flushed.
Then one of them went back over to the pile of cloth diapers and began to put more and more cloth diapers into the bowl. Then once the bowl was so full that the diapers looked like they were about to spill over the edge, one of the girls went and got their father so that the toilet could be flushed. Once their father came in, he went over to the toilet and then he lowered the toilet lid and then latched it shut. Then he went over to some controls
And began to push some buttons on a control panel. Then he set the timer and then pushed the big, glowing red button and then went back to doing his paperwork. I loud ticking sound was coming from the control panel as the timer counted down. Then all of a sudden, water began to flow from around the inside of the bowl. Then the diapers and I in the bowl began to turn and churn slowly at first then it got faster and faster as the water churned faster and faster.  Then the drain began to pull diapers down it with a lot of suction. The next thing I know all of the diapers began to cram into the drain and get sucked down. I was pulled into the drain and then diapers began to force themselves against me and press against my shoulders as I got sucked down the drain.
Then I was forced into a dark pipe that was crammed with cloth diapers that were moving very fast down the pipe. All of a sudden the pipe ended and all of the diapers and I spilled out into a even larger pipe that had tons of cloth diapers, onesies cloth training pants and some old baby clothes in it. The little bit of water that was there, was in the middle and was not moving much at all but at a trickle. Before too long, the first of the twins had come down the pipe and into the larger pipe. She landed onto a bunch of cloth diapers and her now wet pink dress flew out of the pipe and then smacked against the side of the pipe then slid down and into the center part of the pipe. The little girl began to cry a little to herself as more diapers came down the smaller pipe, landing into the larger pipe. A few minute later, the other twin came down the pipe and landed near her sister in the larger pipe. She was now covered by cloth diapers and her now wet yellow silky dress.
The pipe was pretty dark and it smelled like wet cloth diapers. Some time later, after the three of us spent a long time soaking and sitting in the pipe, there was the distinct sound of a large amount of rushing water. Before too long a large wave of rush and gushing water was sent down the pipe so as to flush it out and take whatever was in the pipe to the
Planed destination. After about two hours of being rushed down the pipes, the water spilled out into a very large pool. The pool was full of diapers, onesies, old t-shirts, cloth training pants, a couple of dresses from the two twins and a few plastic pants that were floating around on the top of the water.
It wasn’t long before the current in the water took everything into a narrow tunnel that was sucking everything from the pool into it. Then, all of a sudden, the water dropped away and then there was a conveyor belt, carrying the diapers and us babies to be sorted.
It wasn’t long after I saw some light that lots and lots of hands were all over me, touching and grabbing and pulling at me and my diaper. I was being pulled this way and that way and then turned around before some one grabbed me and pulled me off of the belt. The person carried me over to another conveyor belt and then they dropped me onto it. The belt whisked me away and into another dark, smelly enclosed part of the belt that was taking everything upwards a little then it went downwards for a little while before it turned sharply. Before too long, there was a little light at the end and as I passed into the light, some one pressed a permanent ink stamp into the back of my diaper as I went by.
Then, before too long some, more hands began to take a few diapers off of the belt from all around me. Then before I knew what was happening to me, some one had grabbed my diaper by the waist and was dragging me off of the belt and onto a pile of diapers.
The cloth diapers, training pants, onesies, were all going to be hung out to dry in the air until it was time to begin the process of packaging the rags.
Then some one came over to the person who had pulled me off of the belt and gave them some instructions before they walked away.
“Hey Frank, after these rags are done drying, I want to package them in a box instead of a plastic bag. I am going to put the baby and his diaper into the box too. Then I want to sell this bunch of rags to a store that supplies the labs with their rags. The store is going to take the packages and load them onto a truck and then they are going to be taken to the store and put onto a shelf until some one who works at one of the labs, comes in a buys some rags.
Now, hurry up and hang these rags up on the line so that they can dry. Any rags that are not dry in time for packing are going to be shredded up and then sold off to the diaper factories. I don’t care if the baby ends up there, because his diaper haven’t dried, but after his diapers are shredded, we are going to just toss him into the diaper packer machine and then I will have some one who is working at that machine, re-diaper him before he is tossed into the machine for packaging. Now hurry up and get these rags hung……NOW!” Demanded the boss. Then he walked away. The little man began to hang the diapers up onto a very strong clothesline and as each diaper from the pile went up onto the line, the line was moved a little bit so that the next rag could be hung. Before too long, it was time to hang my diapered butt on the line. A special screen that looked like a steel bed frame with steel screen in the bottom, and restraints bolted to each side of it to the bottom part, was put onto the line. Then the man lifted me up and then he forced me to lay down onto my stomach while he placed my arms and legs into the restraints. Once I was strapped in, the large screen was pushed down the line a little ways so that a few more diaper rags could be hung up on the line. Before too long, the line was full of rags and now the pile that had been there was all hung up. Then, all of a sudden, the line began to move and all of the diapers were being taken into a large green machine that the line was attached to. The line took all of the rags into darkness and all of a sudden, the air began to feel warmer and warmer. Before I could figure out what was going on, the diaper rags had been taken into a giant heated drier that was blowing very warm air onto the diaper rags and I. There were little red, glowing things down below and not to far away either. As the line continued along the diaper rags were getting drier and drier then once the line brought us away from that part and the air suddenly cooled, there was an eerie silence except for the occasional squeak from the pulleys above. Then, the line took the diaper rags and I into a large room where the diapers were being taken off of the line and put into another machine that was taking each diaper and poising each diaper for compressing so that they could fit into the box. Once each diaper was taken and set to be compressed, the compressor squished the diapers together and then shoved them into the long blue and white cardboard box with a large picture window about where my diapered body was going to be. The person, who would be shopping at the store, would be able to only see the diapers that I was wearing and nothing else. They would sort of be able to see if my diaper was set or clean or dirty. Then, once the last row of compressed cloth diapers had been shoved into the box, I was taken down from the screen and I was inserted onto a fast moving conveyor belt that took me and whisked me away into more darkness. In a second, I was stopped against a lot of cloth diapers that had some pressure against them on the other side. Then some cloth diapers came and were pressed against my arms and shoulders. All of a sudden, there was more pressure against each side of my body as the diapers were pressed against me like open sheets of printer paper.
Then the diapers and I were shoved into the box against all of the other diapers at my feet. I couldn’t move my arms at all but now my diaper was fully dry. It wasn’t clean, but it had been rinsed out just enough that it was ready to be used as a rag.
Now after I had been shoved into the box, a bunch more cloth diapers were compressed and then shoved into the box above my head, forming the top row of diapers. Each row had around 100 diapers in it, compressed.
Then the box was sealed and then the box was taken and put into a warehouse until it was ordered. Once the order was filled, a shipping company would load the bags and boxes of diapers and then take the order to the store that made the order.
Then, after about five hours, an order was called in and the loading began.
Lots and lots of diaper ragbags that were purple and white, were loaded onto the large truck first. Then some one with a hand truck came and moved the box I was stuck in, into the truck. Then some more bags were brought into the truck and then stacked against the box I was in. Then the back door was rolled down and closed. The door was then latched and then the truck started up. The truck drove for a long, long time before it stopped, backed up to a loading dock and then it shut off. The door was flung upwards and the packages of diapers were taken off two by two and put into the back area of the store. Then some one came over to the box I was in and began to look at my diaper, wondering if it was still dry or not. Then they asked some one from the truck if they had to change the diaper on the baby. The person from the truck told them that they didn’t need to change the baby in the box. It didn’t really matter if the diaper on the baby was wet or not….the diaper on the baby….was a rag. It was just going to be used as a rag and then who knows what will be done with them after that. The price for this package was printed on the front of the box so there was no need to price it.
Just set it up in the store and then let the shoppers do the rest.
Then the truck was done unloading and then the door was closed and latched and then the driver got in and started the truck. Then, the truck pulled away and the store’s loading dock doors were closed and locked. A bunch of men working in the back began to bring the new products into the front of the store where needy lab workers were ready to buy them. It wasn’t too long before some one with a hand truck came over to the box I was in and took it to the front and put it in an area where there were at least six other boxes the same size as the one I was in. Then, it all was very quiet for a long time. Before long, I felt my diaper was wet a little and was a little cold. My diaper had leaked onto the diapers below me a little too. Then, it seemed like it had been a whole nightlong silence and then the store opened the next day. Lots of shoppers came and bought stuff that they needed for their work. A small group of women and men came over to the area where my box and the other boxes were and began to decide which of the boxes that they needed. Each box had been marked on the outside of it whether a baby girl or baby boy was inside. The boxes with the girls in them were pink and white while the ones with boys in them were blue and white. They also stated how old the baby inside was and what type of diapers that they were wearing, even though there was a window in the box that showed the diapers on each baby. The group selected a baby girl wearing thick, bulky and saggy disposable diapers, and then they came over to the box I was in and selected it. The box I was in got taken to the people’s small box truck, by the storeowner by hand truck. The box I was in was put right next to the one the baby girl with the disposable diaper on.
Once they had what they needed, the doors were closed and the truck started. The truck drove for miles and miles and miles before it slowed down and then stopped.
Then the doors were opened and then everything was unloaded and taken into the lab where it was situated for use.
The first things to be opened where the purple and white cloth diaper ragbags. The rags were put into carts and prepared for immediate use. Then, the box I was in was dragged over to an area where it was opened. The person, who opened the box I was in, began to pull diapers out and put them onto a counter, at their workstation. Once the first row had been taken out, the person went to work on the diapers that they had pulled out.
Then, once they were done with them, they reached back into the box to get some more.
They then pulled the diapers next to me out first before pulling me out of the box and laying me down on my back, onto a counter.
The large man in the white lab coat took a short look at my diaper and then reached over to some beakers full of some nasty looking chemicals. The chemicals had colors like
Blue, yellow, pink and white, and a few had no color at all, like a thick syrupy water.
The man in the white lab coat began to pour the contents of the beakers onto the diapers and I, making sure that the entire surface of each diaper was coated. Then, he took each diaper and dunked them into a vat full of something that sizzled when each diaper was dunked into it. Then each diaper that had been dunked was passed over to the next station. It wasn’t long before it was my turn. The man in the white lab coat grabbed me by the back of my diaper, at the waist, and carried me over to the vat. He then lowered me down into the slightly bubbling liquid feet first. He lowered me low enough so that my entire diaper was immersed into the liquid that was sizzling and soaking into my diaper. Then, after a few seconds, he pulled me up and out then dunked me again.
He pulled me out and then dipped me back into the liquid. Then, he pulled me out and then passed me over to the next station. At this station, the man working there, took each diaper and stamped it with a rubber stamp before dropping it into a cart that was filling up fast. After he was done with the diaper before me, he dropped the diaper into the cart and then took hold of me and then felt the front of my diaper with his rubber gloved hand. He then took another rubber stamp and pressed it into the front of my diaper before he picked me up and then dropped me into the cart on top of the other diapers that were inside. Then, once all of the diapers were stamped, he took this plastic shaker full of blue powder, and began to shake the blue powder all over the diapers and I, completely dusting all of the diapers. Then, once the cart was full and all of the diapers had been stamped and dusted with the powder, he rolled the full cart over to another station that was getting ready to use the diapers to clean the inside of this machine that was used to chemically treat the cloth diapers and training pants before they could be used in the next experiment. The diapers had to be treated with a substance that would later react with another chemical when the two chemicals came in contact together. This would begin the process of breaking the diapers down so that they could be later shredded up and then mixed with paper fluff in a diaper factory and then made into disposable diapers.
The lab was to find out how to get the cloth to break down when disposed of.
They were to also see how wet each diaper could be before it began to leak.
Once that was done, I was next in line to be used in an experiment. The man at this station, took hold of me by the back of my diaper’s waist, and then dropped me onto this little steel plate with steel cuffs bolted to it. The man made me lie down on my back before he locked my arms and legs into the steel cuffs. Then he pushed a button that made the plate move up to a vertical position. Once it stopped, the man closed a clear door and then locked it closed. Then he pushed some more buttons that made a whole bunch of thick, brownish liquid, splatter all over my diaper and I. Once I was completely coated, another wave of spraying was done and the brownish stuff and the stuff that was now spraying all over me from head to toe, was reacting and running down my diapered body. The two chemicals were slowly softening my diaper at first then it began to tear a little bit as it slowly aged my diaper. Once my diaper had at least six large holes in it, some warm water was sprayed onto my diaper and I, rinsing off the chemicals.
Then, once I was rinsed, the man unlocked the door, opened it, and then took me out of the machine. He then took me over to a cart full of other diapers that had the same treatment done to them. He dropped me into the cart and once the cart was full of treated diapers,
Some one else came and rolled the cart over to a diaper shredder. When the cart was rolled over to the diaper shredder, the person who had rolled the cart to the shredder began to take diapers from the cart I was in and placed them onto a conveyor belt. The belt took the diapers up to the point where there were rolling feeders that would take one diaper at a time and pull it through the shredder. These were special diaper shredders though. A baby could pass through, wearing a cloth diaper and the diaper would get shredded but the baby wouldn’t be hurt at all. The baby would just come through the other end with out a diaper on.
Then the person who rolled the cart over to the shredder reached in and grabbed me by a leg and an arm, pulled me out of the cart and then laid me down onto the conveyor belt on my back, feet first. The person turned out to be a woman who was also a trash woman.
She had two jobs; one she was a trash woman, riding around on the side of a side loading trash truck, collecting all sorts of diapers, baby clothes, babies, and whatever was tossed into the trash, and the other job was working here, shredding cloth diapers, baby clothes that were placed into her carts. She loved both of her jobs, she loved watching each diaper, diapered babies and baby clothes, be taken up to the feeders and then watch as the diapers, babies and their clothes get pulled into the feeders and then shredded. The shreddings would be sent to the diaper grinder that would grind up the shreddings into fibers that would later get mixed with paper fluff. The woman loaded me onto the conveyor belt and then took the rest of the diapers, onesies and baby clothes from the cart and then stood there for a little while, watching as the feeders took each diaper and fed it into the shredder. The conveyor belt carried me upwards and then I stopped against a bunch of cloth diapers, onesies, and other baby clothes that had now become wadded up
And were flopping around in circles as the conveyor belt underneath, kept moving under them. As I was pressed against the load of diapers, onesies and baby clothes, the conveyor belt kept moving, causing my diaper to bunch up and get shoved into my butt crack. Then, before too long, the load of diapers, baby clothes and I were next to be pulled into the feeders. There were at least six dozen cloth diapers all balled up in front of me, about to be taken by the feeders. Then, the feeders took each diaper one by one, one after another, like when a copier takes each sheet of paper before it gets copied on,
The diapers were being taken by the feeders and then they disappeared downwards into the shedder part. The shredder was waiting until all of the diapers, onesies, training pants and baby clothes were dumped into it before it started up. I was the last thing to be pulled into the feeders. The feeders took me by my legs and then my feet and legs were being rolled over as the feeder wheels went under and over me, on each side of me, pulling me into the shredder. Once I fell into the load of diapers, onesies, training pants, and baby clothes, the shredder began to shred all of the diapers, onesies, training pants, baby clothes and my diaper too. Once I passed through the shredder, I fell out with the shreddings onto another conveyor belt that took the shreddings to be ground up into fibers. I was later taken off of the belt before I went into the grinder and I was taken over to a changing table and then I was laid down onto my back. The woman pulled out a cloth diaper and a disposable diaper. She then put the cloth diaper on first, using some duct tape to hold it on me. Then she put the disposable diaper over my cloth diaper and then she pulled me off of the changer and then took me over to this machine that had both cloth diapers and disposable diapers, churning around inside of it, as a couple of large wheels that looked a lot like a swamp cooler fans that was making the diapers look like they were being mixed and rolled between the two wheels. Then, the woman stopped the machine for a few minutes so that she could open the clear Plexiglas door. Then she picked me up and then inserted me into the machine that had lots and lots of diapers in it, both cloth and disposable diapers. Then she let me fall into the load of diapers down below the two large wheels and then I slipped under the load of diapers and was completely covered. Then the woman closed the clear door on top of the machine and then she restarted the machine. The two large wheels then started to come together and then slightly mesh as they turned. This would pull the diapers between the two wheels and then throw the diapers around inside of the machine then the diapers would end up back below the two wheels again. The diapers would just keep getting pulled between the two fans wheels then end up back down below them. This machine soon began to make the wheels move a little faster and faster until the two fan like wheels were going as fast as a spin cycle in a washer. The diapers and I were being pulled through the two wheels’ teeth then tossed back down to the pile of diapers below. Then some very sticky jelly began to get sprayed onto the diapers and I inside of the machine and then once the jelly stopped, the machine had a sliding floor on one side that opened up and was taking the diapers that were falling into the large rubber tube. The tube was taking the diapers and routing them into a very large room sized trash compactor, under the facility. The compactor room was already mostly full of diapers of all types. Then all of a sudden, I got pulled up between the two wheels’ teeth then I got flung into the black rubber tube that pulled me down it and then blew me out and into the room sized compactor. I landed on some disposable diapers that had been through the machine quite some time ago and had not yet been compacted. There was a weight limit on the compactor’s trigger switch so when the weight limit was reached, it would start the compactor. Little did I know that the compactor’s walls were so tall? They ran the entire height and width of the compactor.
The entire floor of the compactor was full of diapers. The compactor would compact the diapers at least three times before it had to empty itself. All I could see was diapers of all kinds and types and the stainless steel walls of the compactor. I was completely covered in sticky jelly and now my once clean diapers were now sticky too. The jelly had begun to dry on the outside of the white plastic of my disposable diaper. The disposable diaper was really, bulky and thick too. It was so thick that even without the thick cloth diaper on underneath, it was hard to put my legs together. The diaper made me waddle when I tried to walk and it circled loudly too. Now I was able to get up and walk around a little until the compactor started at least. As more and more diapers filled the room, the sweet smell of the sticky jelly and the smell of wet diapers was looming in the air late that night. I had become sleepy now and so I picked a pile of soft cloth and disposable diapers to go to sleep under. Then, some time in the early morning hours, the loud sound of the compactor walls beginning to move towards each other slowly woke me up. The diapers that were against that wall began to bunch up and then began to tumble as the compactor wall scraped against the floor and ceiling. The large, thick, heavy stainless steel compactor wall began to push all of the diapers that were against it into the center of the room, forming a long line of diapers. I was sucked into the moving wave of diapers and then I was completely covered by diapers that had been forced upwards as the compactor wall advanced. Then, the two walls slowed down as they got closer and closer to each other. Then, the tow walls began to come with in two feet of each other then one foot, then half a foot before they stopped. Then they began to retract and go back to where they started from, leaving all of the diapers and I in the middle of the stainless steel room, in a long pile. Then more diapers began to come into the room, filling up the now empty spaces that the compactor had made. Once there were enough diapers in the room-sized compactor again, the compactor started again. Then once there were a lot of diapers, the floor began to move and slide under the compactor walls. The floor was sliding out from under the diapers and I. There was a diaper processor under the compactor that was ready to start processing all of the diapers as they fell into it. As the diapers began to fill the pre-process chamber, the diapers were sprayed with deodorizers, pre-treatment chemicals and spray on scents. Then the diapers were pulled downwards and into another machine that separated the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers. Then, any of the cloth diapers that were laid inside of the disposable diapers, were sent to be sorted and separated and the cloth diapers would be reused as diaper inserts in disposable diapers at diaper labs, diaper dumps, orphanages adoption agencies and diaper foster care homes.
I fell into the Pre-Process chamber with the diapers and then the machine below, began to start up. The spray nozzles in the chamber were spraying their chemicals all over the diapers, completely coating all of the diapers as the diapers and I sank lower and lower into the chamber, getting closer and closer to the processor. The diapers in the chamber kept settling and sliding around, as the processor pulled more and more diapers into it.
Having no idea what this machine did and what was going to happen next, I was a little scared and I began to worry that this machine was going to do something horrible to me.
Then the processor took a whole bunch of diapers all at the same time and as I watched, the diapers were all wadded up and bunched up as they all were slowly pulled into the processor’s feeders. I could hear the diapers making crunching and crinkling sounds as they were pulled in and disappeared. The little trap door closed and all of the diapers that are still falling into the chamber on top of me, were now resting against my shoulders, and were falling down all around me, settled in, falling here and there, as they fell into place. Just then, the trap door opened up again and then it felt like something reached up, took hold of my feet, and began to full me down into the rolling feeders. As the feeder rollers, rolled over and under me and my diapers the diapers around me were also pulled in as well. All of a sudden, the diapers and I fell out onto these weird looking rotating knuckles looking things that moved sequentially. These things were grinding all of the diapers up and separating the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers before the disposable diapers were ground up. Then once the disposable diapers were ground up, the cloth diapers were shifted over to a chute that ran along side of the diaper grinder. This chute is where all of the cloth diapers went down and were deposited into an enclosed steel bin that looked a lot like a dumpster. My disposable diaper was being slowly pulled off of me as the diaper grinder’s sensors detected that I was wearing a disposable diaper with a cloth diaper underneath it. The diaper grinder kept reaching up and giving my diaper a pull and a tug as it continued to process my diaper as it was still on me. Then, the machine surprised me. It made me sink down a little bit so that part of the machine held me up just far enough that my waistline was now below the grinders. The machine then began to take chunks of my diaper off, little by little until there was nothing left on me.
The machine had now ground up even my cloth diaper too. I was now passing through
The grinders and was down being treated like the grindings. The machine dropped me down a chute that ended up dropping the grindings onto a conveyor belt that took the grindings over to a large, deep green, steel, rolling bin that was quickly filling up with lots and lots of grindings. As I fell down the chute and then fell onto the moving conveyor belt, I realized that there was no one around that station that would take me off and then rediaper me right away. I must have sat in that bin being covered with the remains of all of the diapers that had been ground up for at least an hour before some one came over to the bin and then looked in. The person, who came over to check on the bin, came and saw that there was a very dirty looking naked baby in the bin. I was then pulled out, carried over to a room with a thick metal door with an unbreakable window in it,
and then left in there for the attendant that was in there, to get me diapered again.
  It wasn’t long before the female attendant came over to the little play pen that I was left in, and took me out. She carried me over to a rather tall and long diaper changer that had five drawers in the front of it and was made out of pine. The changer was a light wood color and had been lacquer finished. The changer had a thick, white, waterproof changing pad on the top of it. The woman lifted me up and then laid me down on the changing pad, on my back. Then the woman opened one of the drawers and pulled out a nice, thick, fresh, new disposable diaper. She opened it up and then she lifted my butt into the air a little bit just so that she could slide the new, open diaper under me. She then lowered my butt into the thick, soft, and fluffy disposable diaper padding as she grabbed the front of the diaper and then she pulled it up and then she unfolded each wing before she tucked in each wing on each side before she fastened each tape. Once she was done, she picked me up and then took me over to an empty crib and the she put me into it. She then reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a cold bottle of whole milk that had been laced with a very powerful sleeping drug. The drug wouldn’t wear off for at least twelve hours once it took effect.  It was an hour later before some one came into the diaper-changing nursery to pick me up and take me out to a diaper dirtier that was being loaded.
The disposable diaper dirtier was being loaded with diapers that were being taken right out of a package of thick Huggies diapers. Then once that package had been loaded, a package of Pampers diapers was opened and the diapers inside were now being loaded into the diaper dirtier. The machine was getting fuller and fuller as more and more diapers were loaded into the machine. The person, who had come to pick me up from the diaper-changing nursery, was now carrying me down a long hall and into the large room that had the diaper dirtier machines in it. The person carried my sleeping, thickly diapered body into the room and then right over to where another person was loading the machine.
“Here, I have a baby here that just had his diaper changed and then was put to sleep.
I want to have his diaper dirtied in that load of fresh and clean diapers you are loading right now.” Said the woman who was standing right near the opening of the machine and cradling me in her arms. “Well, alright. Please give me a few minutes so that I can finish loading the machine before I put him in. You might want to go over there and get that other package of clean diapers for me so that I can load them into this machine. You can just lay your baby down on the floor right in front of this machine I am loading.” Said the woman who was loading the machine. The woman, who was holding me, came over to the front of the machine and then gently laid me down in front of the machine. Then she went over to get the other pack of diapers. Then, The woman who was loading the machine came over to me and then picked up my limp, sleeping, thickly diapered body and then carried me over to the opening of the machine. She then inserted my feet into the opening first then she forced my upper body into the tumbler on top of all of the clean, rustling, thick, plasticy disposable diapers that she had loaded into the machine. She then pulled her right arm out from under my neck as she laid me into the tumbler. Then she reached in and then unfastened one side of my diaper to check it for any signs of wetness. Seeing that my diaper was indeed very clean and fresh, she refastened the tapes nice and snugly before, she backed out of the opening. The woman, who had brought me here, was now standing to other woman’s right side, holding the pack of diapers that she had went to get. She handed the woman the pack of diapers then the woman who had loaded me, opened the pack, and then began to toss the diapers into the machine. Once that pack was all loaded, she closed the door to the machine and latched it. The woman turned a few knobs and then pushed a button. Some kind of yucky, slimy, wet diaper smelling jelly began to squirt into the tumbler and all over the clean diapers. The jelly was now a little more like a thick syrup and was now slowly filling the tumbler. Once the tumbler was full of the thick liquid, the tumbler began to turn around and around, tossing the diapers and I around as it turned. The two ladies walked away and they both went over to start to load six laundry baskets full of clean, cloth diapers, into the cloth diaper dirtier just on the other side of the machine I was in. They stuffed the machine full of the clean diapers then they closed the door and started the other machine. Then the two women left the room and went back to doing what they were doing before. The machine I was in was now in the second cycle and the yucky liquid wet diaper gels were now draining away. The tumbler had stopped now, while the liquids drained off. Then, some kind of dark, smelly stuff began to fill the tumbler. This stuff was actually the same stuff that came from the various diaper compactors. When the diapers got compacted, there would be some nasty liquids coming from the compactor. So the people who run the compactors, found a way to save these “juices” so that they could use them in machines like this one. The “juices,” were wetness from the diapers, the gels from inside of the diapers, and any left over liquids from in the compactor. These really made diapers dirty. Now that this liquid was coming in and squirting all over the diapers and I, I began to smell like I had just been taken out of a compactor full of wet diapers. The tumbler then began to turn in half turns as this dark liquid covered all of the diapers. This cycle lasted only a few minutes before the tumbler stopped again. Now the soaking cycle started and all of the diapers were now absorbing all of the liquids that had been squirted all over them and me. I was completely covered with the chemicals and the gels. Then, about twenty minutes later, the loud buzzer outside sounded and the load and I were now done. It was another thirty minutes before
Some one came over to the door and opened it. The woman began to take the diapers out and put them into a trash cart. She had unloaded about half of the diapers from the tumbler when she reached in and pulled me out. She pulled my head and upper body out first and then my feet, before she laid me down into the cart on my back. Then she finished unloading all of the diapers from the tumbler.
Then, once she was done with the machine I used to be in, she pushed the cart out of the room and down the hall. I was still knocked out and completely unaware of what was going on. I was completely filthy and smelly too. The woman pushed the cart down the long hall and then out of the building and then she pushed the cart over to another building where all of the dirty diapers were taken to be disposed of. She pushed the cart into the room where there were at least thirty other carts, full of dirty disposable diapers that had never even been worn. The diapers were even still folded the same way as they were when they were clean. The woman put the cart in one of the rows, and then she left and didn’t return. There were six men, loading a very, very large diaper collection truck, full of the diapers in that diaper loading dock. There were at least two carts being dumped into the diaper collection truck at the same time. It took the six men, two hours before they had emptied all but three carts. With two men working per cart, there being only three carts left, the first cart and the second cart were rolled over to the side of the truck and the two men that rolled the cart there, lifted it into the air and then tipped it to the side so that all of the diapers in that cart spilled out into the hopper of the truck.
Both carts were being emptied at the same time and now, the cart I was in had two men standing around it, waiting until they could roll the cart over to the side of the truck and empty it. A few minutes later, the cart I was in began to roll closer and closer to the side of the diaper collection truck that had at least eight carts worth of unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers in the hopper. The two men stopped the cart as it bumped against the side and then the cart was lifted up into the air and tipped to the side, pouring all of the diapers and I into the hopper on top of all of the diapers inside. I fell out and landed on top of an open disposable diaper, with the inner padding facing towards me. My face and head was forced into that diaper as I landed. Then, some one started the compactor and the diapers in the hopper began to tumble and fall and churn as the compactor forced them and me into the back of the truck. The truck was almost full but there were still plenty of other stops that needed to be made. The compactor shoved the diapers and I into the back and then it retracted to where it had started from. Then all six men jumped either into the cab or onto the side and they held on while the driver put the truck into gear and then took off to the next stop. The truck traveled for some time, bouncing and lurching as it went over the potholes in its path. Then it started to slow down and then it stopped and all of the men got out or off of it and began to get ready to load it again. The truck had stopped at the next customer’s house. The house looked like a mansion with three stories and it was at least three acres long and the house turned out to be an orphanage filled with other babies in diapers too. They were just the ones that were unwanted or had been used by all of the companies and labs. This is where the babies ended up that were unwanted. Their diaper cans were always full. The diaper collection men were going to spend at least two hours emptying their wet diapers into their truck. There may even be an occasional baby that was being disposed of but mostly the babies were flushed down the toilets or sent to their private diaper dump only a mile away.
The diapers that were being collected today, were the diapers that couldn’t be taken to their private dump because they hadn’t the room for them yet,
so the janitors and maids took them out to the back of the orphanage to be disposed of.
The first load of diapers was emptied into the truck and then the second and then the third and then there were so man
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The Diaper Man Said Chapter 4   
The Orphanage                                                                                                               
by Adam Lewis
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The chef delivered the bottles to the nursery then he left once he put all of the bottles into the mini refrigerator. Nanny’s assistant got up, put me down on my feet while she went to get a milk bottle to give me to help get me to sleep. She sat back down in the rocking chair and then she pulled me into her lap. She then put me into the cradling position so that she could feed me the bottle. As I drank from the bottle of cold milk, she gently rocked me back and forth in the rocking chair. While she rocked me, she gently patted my thickly diapered bottom in a slightly rhythmic way hoping that this would make me calm down and relax a little. Before too long, I had fallen to sleep in her arms. She slowly and gently got up from the rocking chair and put me down inside of the crib. She then closed and locked the top on the crib before she crept out of the nursery leaving a couple of night-lights on and then turning out the lights overhead.
She left the door open so that anyone could hear if I woke up or not.
It was now 8:00 pm and everyone was putting their babies to sleep in their cribs.
Nanny Rachel decided to go to the cafeteria to get a cup of hot chocolate. She found her friend sitting in a corner at one of the tables that was still set up.
“How is the little one?” Asked Nanny’s friend and the owner of the orphanage.
“He is asleep. I have a few questions for you; when is laundry day?” Asked Nanny to her friend. “What do you need to wash?” Asked her friend. “I have two dozen cloth diapers that will need to be washed a few days from now and I have all of my baby’s onesies, t-shirts, cloth training pants, and his footed sleepers to wash, plus all of my clothes too.” Stated Nanny Rachel. “Well, we have a person who comes around and collects all of the cloth diapers, cloth training pants and any baby clothing that needs to be washed. As for your clothes, you are more than welcome to use the staff washing machines if you wish.”
Said Nanny’s friend. “great. So what day does this person come around to collect the wet diapers for my baby?” Asked Nanny Rachel. “They come around on Fridays. The laundry techs will machine wash the diapers and then the diapers will be line dried, folded and returned to your baby’s nursery the next day. If you don’t have enough diapers left, they will leave you with a dozen disposable or cloth diapers and or disposable or cloth training pants until the diapers are washed.” Stated Nanny’s friend. “I have another question for you, will that person also take the baby and wash him for me?” Asked Nanny.
“Do you mean will that person wash your baby with his diapers? I think they will. You just have to ask them. We do have a laundry chute that you can use if you wish instead of the person collecting your baby’s diapers?” The only problem with that is that if you are low on diapers, you will not have any to use on the baby until your baby’s diapers are cleaned.” Stated Nanny’s friend. “I see. Good point.” Said Nanny. Getting her hot chocolate made and then sitting down at the table with her friend, the owner of the orphanage. “So why are you still up at this late hour?” Asked Nanny. “I have a really big decision to make. Do I sell this place or do I keep it? I have made a lot of money with this place. But now, it’s not enough. The bills are paid, and we can get any supply that we need, because I’ve paid our suppliers up front for ten years, the taxes are all paid for ten years, but what little bit of money that is left, seems to not go as far as it used to a long time ago. All of the sweet little adult babies that live here, are well taken care of, the same with our staff. There just isn’t enough money left for me to live on. I can barely pay my personal bills any more with what is left over. So I was hoping that I could possibly just turn this place over to you and let you work your magic.” Stated Nanny’s friend.
“I was going to tell you over the phone, but you were so excited to come that I didn’t have the heart to tell you. But now that I have, I want to officially ask you, will you take over the orphanage and run it Rachel?” “Hmm. Do I need to invest any of my own money right now?” asked Nanny Rachel. “Not for at least ten years. It’s completely turn key and it could almost run itself but you still have to be here to answer the phones, do the initial intakes, sign paychecks, and do the taxes each year.” Even the building maintenance crews live on-site in case of an emergency.” Stated Nanny’s friend.
What do you say, hmm? Can I make the official announcement that you will be my successor?” Asked Nanny’s friend. “Ok, I will take over from here. What do I have to loose, right?” Said Nanny. “Wow! This is going to be very interesting. I can see it now.”
I have very little or no income right now, as it is, but now, I may be able to live here, providing a roof over my baby’s head while making an income.” Stated Nanny. “Have you and your baby had the chance to take a look around the campus yet? This place is very large and there is even a private living quarters for you and your baby if you want to make it your home. You own this place now. You can do what you want, live in any one of these rooms and even move the office to another room if you like. Here, Sign this paper here, and then sign here on the deed and it will be official. Stated Nanny’s friend.
Nanny signed the two documents and then the two shook hands. “I will begin packing my stuff in the morning and I will be gone in a couple of days.” Stated Nanny’s friend.
“No. You don’t have to go! You can stay here and be my director if you will take the job?” Said Nanny offering her friend the job. “That is very kind of you. But I am ready for something new. I have been doing this for thirty some odd years now and I think I want to do something else.” Stated her friend thanking Rachel for her generosity.
“Well, I am going to miss you. I am glad that I was able to see you again.” Stated Nanny Rachel. Then her friend left the room, took his folder full of important documents with him, to his room. Nanny finished her hot chocolate and then left the cafeteria. She went to her room that was right next to my nursery. Nanny was pretty excited now and sleep was going to be very hard now. She went to her room and sat down on the end of her bed, thinking about all that had transpired. She couldn’t believe that she was now the owner of an adult baby orphanage and that she didn’t need to invest any of her own money.
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep on top of her covers and was dreaming
About what it would be like to run the orphanage. There was a knock at her door the next morning. “ She got up to answer it. It was her new assistant coming in to check on the new owner and director of the orphanage. “Good morning Miss Rachel, May I go and change your baby for you? Do you have anything that you want me to do today?” Asked her assistant. Nanny then sat up in her bed, rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms while yawning. “Um, yes, can you? I couldn’t get to sleep last night until three this morning.” Stated Nanny half asleep. “I was also wondering how I could get my baby and a few of his cloth diapers, cloth training pants, and some of his clothes washed and cleaned up?”
Asked Nanny to her assistant. “If you want me to, I can send him down to the laundry techs with a load of his wet cloth diapers, training pants and anything else that you may need to get washed of his. He and his diapers will be done in three to six hours. If I send him down the laundry chute with his diapers, then he won’t be back here for at least six to eight hours. Now, How would you like him to be dressed when he and his diapers are returned to you?” Asked Nanny’s assistant. “Hmm. I would like him to be wearing  three cloth diapers, a pair of plastic pants or a diaper cover and a onesie.” Stated Nanny. “Good. I will have your baby back here in three to six hours. Anything else?” Asked the assistant. “Where can I get some more cloth diapers and some more disposable diapers?” Asked Nanny. “Well, Your friend used a company that brings us the diapers that we need. He would make the orders over the phone and he would send me out to get all of the orders from everyone else. I would then bring the orders to him and then he would make the order. Then about a few days later, the truck would come and all of the orders for diapers would be delivered. Your friend paid that company for up to 100, 000 diapers per year for up to ten years. All you have to do is call them and place your order and they will deliver your order. The phone number is in the computer and the rolodex that is on the desk in your new office.” Stated The assistant. “Ok, I will go to my office and make that phone call. While I am doing this, I want you to make sure that my baby gets nice and clean and that he is comfy, ok?” Requested Nanny to her assistant. “I will. Does it matter how many cloth diapers and or cloth training pants he wears to the laundry house?” Asked Nanny’s assistant. “I don’t care how many diapers and training pants he wears, as long as he is comfortable in them and that he gets clean and brought back to me.” Stated Nanny to her assistant. “Ok then. I will be right back.” Stated her assistant as she left the room. The assistant then walked next door and into my nursery where I was laying in my crib still. “Hello there little one. I am your nanny’s assistant. I am going to change your wet cloth diapers now and put you into some cloth diapers and training pants so that you will be very comfy while I send you down to be washed with your wet cloth diapers, baby clothes and cloth training pants.” Said the assistant as she pulled me out of the crib, carried me over to the changing table and then laid me down on it.
“Let me see here. Ok, It looks like I am going to have to take off your onesie and your plastic pants first before I can get to your wet diapers.” Said the assistant as she unfastened the snaps in the crotch of my onesie before she took it off of me.
Then she pulled the plastic pants down and off, tossing each of the items to the floor before she unfastened the pins in my cloth diapers. She then removed the pins and then pulled the front of my diapers down, laying the front open flat on the changer.
She then pulled the diapers out from under me, tossing them down to the floor on top of the other items that were now on the floor. Then she went over to the suitcases and various duffle bags that were there in the nursery and began to rummage through them, trying to find some of the dirty cloth diapers and training pants that were needing to be washed. She found the bag that had my wet diapers in it and she pulled out at least two thick cloth diapers and a pair of semi-clean cloth training pants. Then she came back and began to slide the cloth diapers under me. Then once the diapers were under me, she did the bikini twist diaper fold before she pulled the diapers up and fastened the two diapers on me with some super strong, water-proof tape made just for fastening cloth diapers.
Then once she was done fastening the cloth diapers on me, she then put the cloth training pants on over the two cloth diapers before she lifted me up into a sitting position and then she picked me up and then she carried me out of the nursery. She carried me down the hallway and then down a couple of flights of stairs that led into the basement where the laundry house was. She opened the door to the laundry house and then she carried me
Over to the lead laundry tech and then she talked with her for a few minutes, telling her the instructions on how and by when I must be washed. Then the laundry tech took me from the assistant’s arms and carried me over to an empty cart. She then left me in it while some one went upstairs to get all of my wet diapers, cloth training pants, and onesies. A few minutes later, the lead laundry tech came over and dropped my wet cloth diapers, cloth training pants and a few pairs of white underwear that were laying around the laundry house. Then the laundry tech left me in there with the diapers, cloth training pants, onesies and underwear for an hour until one of the washing machines was empty. Then a woman came over to the cart I was in and she pushed it over to the opening of one of the washers. She then began to load a few of the diapers from the cart, into the washing machine. Then once the cloth diapers, onesies, cloth training pants and white underwear were loaded, she pulled me out of the cart and then she laid me into the opening head first with my diaper still half way in and out of the washer. She then inserted her index finger into one of the leg holes of my cloth training pants and then my diapers so that she could feel it for wetness. My diapers weren’t that wet but they had been at some point before I had been brought to the orphanage though, so she then leaned over to a bottle full of a pre-treater and then she began to squirt my diaper and training pants with the pre-treater before she shoved me into the washing machine with my diapering supplies. She then went over to get a scoop of laundry soap made especially for diapers, and then she poured it onto the diapers and some on me before she closed and locked the door.













She then set the temperature, then the load size and then she started the machine. The machine began to fill up with warm water. Once it was full, the machine began to turn around very, very slowly, one turn every three seconds. Then, about twenty minutes later, the rinse cycle began. The dirty, soapy, sudsy water drained out and then the washer began to rinse the diapering supplies and I out before the washer began to fill back up with cool water again. Then once the machine was full of fresh, cool water again, the machine began the last cycle. Then before I knew it, the machine began to spin a little bit faster and then faster until all of the water had drained out and the diapers and I were now in the middle of the spin cycle. Then the machine slowed and then stopped. Then a buzzer sounded outside of the machine to let everyone know that the washer had stopped.
A few minutes later, the same woman came back over to the washing machine, opened the door, and began to pull the clean wet diapers and I out of the washing machine and put them into the cart again. One all of the diapers were in the cart, the woman pushed the cart outside where there were several thick, heavy clothes lines that already had a lot of cloth diapers, onesies, cloth training pants, white t-shirts, and all sorts of baby clothes hanging from them. She pushed the cart over to an area of  one of the lines that had space on it, and then she began to hang the diapers, cloth training pants and my baby clothes onto the line. Then, she picked me up and then held me up by the back part of the waist of my diaper. She then clipped the waistband in the back of my diaper to the line and then she walked to the cart and then she pushed it back inside. It was about 75 degrees outside with a very cool wind blowing. The diapers and I swayed in the gentle wind as the diapers and I air dried under the sun. The diapers and I dried out under the sun for a couple of hours before the woman came back to check on the diapers and I.
Once outside, the woman came over to me first and gave my diaper a very thorough check to see just how dry it was. It was dry enough for her and so were the rest of the diapers on the line. The woman went back inside for a few seconds to go and get the cart to roll outside to load the diapers into. Once all of the diapers were loaded into the cart, the woman loaded me into the cart on top of the diapers and then she pushed the cart inside and into the laundry room. The woman pushed the cart over to a diaper folding table and then she began to take all of the diapers out of the cart and place them all onto the table. Then she lifted me up and put me onto the table with the pile of diapers once the cart was empty. Then, about three other ladies came over to the folding table and began to fold the diapers that were in the pile on the table. Before too long, all of the cloth diapers, cloth training pants, onesies, and baby clothes were all folded and ready to be taken back upstairs to my nursery. All of the cloth diapers were then placed into a large, blue plastic bag, and the cloth training pants were placed into a large light blue plastic bag and the clothes were all placed into a green plastic bag. Then, the three people that had come over to help fold the diapers and diapering items, carried a bag each, upstairs to the nursery. The woman who had washed and hung the diapers out to dry, got me all dressed up in one of my clean onesies before she carried me upstairs to my nursery.
Once I was in the nursery and placed back into my crib and my crib had clean sheets in it, Nanny was called to come and get me fed. It was definitely time for a bottle by that time.
That evening, nanny’s friend, and the former owner of the Orphanage called everyone into the meeting room so that they could announce that Nanny was the official Successor.
“uh ummmm! Hello everyone, I’m sure you all have heard the rumors that have been going around and some of them are true, ladies and gentleman. I am stepping down from owner of this orphanage and I am turning it over to Nanny Rachel and her baby.
Please, be good and show her the same warmth and kindness that you have shown me over the vast amount of years I have been here. Nanny will be meeting with you all at some point, to answer all of your questions and let you know of the changes, if any.
Now, without further ado, Ladies and Gentleman, your new CEO/CFO, Nanny Rachellllllll!!!!!” Announced Nanny’s friend.
Nanny Rachel Stepped out into view, in front of the whole staff that was applauding her and welcoming her.  Nanny Rachel was nodding her head as if to say thank you to all as she stepped out to meet the large crowd of her very own employees.
She stepped up to the podium and the microphone and began her speech.
“Thank you, thank you, yes, thanks…..hello there, my name is Rachel, and I am a Nanny by profession. I have a lot of experience with the care of AB’s and DLs.  When my friend welcomed me here, I thought he was just being the same kind, warm, understanding person that I knew. But little did I know that he was going to offer me this huge opportunity today. It took me by surprise really, and before I knew what was happening, I was accepting his offer. Well now, It is official, I am his successor and what a proud moment this really is. I am looking forward to meeting each and every one of you here in the near future…..If you have any questions, you can come and find me in my new office, in the room next to the one that used to be his office. Again, I thank you for being such a great team!” Said Nanny Rachel. Then Nanny stepped away from the podium and walked over to the table where there were some refreshments. She took a few cookies, some low-fat Fig Newtons, and some coffee then she went and sat down at one of the tables.
Then a few of the employees came over to her and said “Congratulations on being our new director and owner of this orphanage…..we look forward to working with you. If there is anything that you might need from any of us……we’d be glad to help.
“There is…one thing that you can do for me, go upstairs and bring my baby down here.
I want him to see my new office.” Said Nanny Rachel. “Right way. Then Nanny’s assistant went upstairs to bring me down to Nanny. “Who is in charge of ordering all of the diapers that we need here?”  Asked Nanny Rachel. “Well, I am ma’am, I am the one that does the ordering for the orphanage here. What is it that you need right now?” asked the short little man.  “Well, I was hoping that you would go ahead and order us some new cloth diapers, plastic pants, and some more cases of disposable diapers of different brands. I want the orphans to be able to feel as comfortable and dry as possible too.” Said Rachel. “I also want all of the orphans to be brought down to the bathing and soaking rooms by morning, at the same time, so that they all can be washed along with their wet diapers.” Said Rachel as she sat down in her new executive chair at her desk.
“I want at least ten cases of disposable diapers, and thirty dozen cloth diapers and plastic pants too if possible. I have several meetings with some potential investors in the morning at around 8:00 am down here in my office. I will also need some one to take care of my big baby while I am in these meetings. Please send the Baby care specialists into my office so that I can pick which one I want to take care of my baby.” Asked Rachel of the short little man. “Sure thing Rachel. I will get right on it.” Said the little man as he left Rachel’s office. It wasn’t long before six of the baby care technicians came down into Rachel’s office and formed a line in front of her desk. The short little man went into his office and began to get on the phone, calling all of the various suppliers that they worked with and the orphanage’s own diaper company as well. A few minutes later, upstairs, one of the head baby care technicians came over to my crib that I had been placed into shortly before, reached in, picked me up, put me into her arms and then carried me downstairs to where Rachel was. “Why there is my big, clean baby?” Said Rachel as I was handed over to her. “Are you a hungry baby? Huh?” Asked Rachel in a very babyish voice, cooing to me as she reached into her diaper bag and took out one of the bottles that she had prepared for me just half an hour before with extra rich whole milk.
The bottle was still cold, as I began to drink the milk that was inside. Then Rachel carried me into her office and then she put me into a play pen before she went to go and sit down at her desk. Rachel then realized that she had left her office door opened. So she got up from her executive leather chair and walked over to close her door. It was then that the first of the several baby care technicians came into her office in a single file line and then stood in front of her desk. Rachel went back behind her desk and sat down in her comfy leather chair and then she began to address the baby care technicians.
“ ok, ladies, I have several meetings early in the morning that I can’t miss or be late to. So, I have called you all into my office to pick one of you to take care of my baby boy.
He is a lot to handle, but I know that all of you can handle him. I do have some specific things that have to be done to my baby and to his diapers during the day. He also has to be feed by bottle every three to four hours and then he gets the usual three meals per day as well. I really don’t care what type of diapers you put on him, as long as the diapers are clean, dry, and thick not to mention comfortable and soft. You can loan my baby out to the people of this orphanage so that they can get their jobs done, like test fitting the new diapers that I’ve ordered, cloth diaper laundry, and some janitorial tasks as well. I will tell you which tasks he can be used for and which ones he can’t be used for.
I am going to have all of you fill out these questionnaires and then when you all are done filing them out, hand them back to me and I will pick one of you from the questionnaires.
(passing out the questionnaires to each of the baby care techs) Now, take your time and answer all of the questions fully and to the best of your knowledge” Instructed Rachel.
The baby care techs all filled out and answered all of the questions completely and then they all handed in their papers. Rachel reviewed all of the papers and then, Rachel narrowed down the list to about two.

(Unfinished as of yet. More still to come)
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6 years ago  ::  Feb 25, 2008 - 2:31PM #5
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The Diaper Man Said Chapter 4-
The Trash Man’s Dump    *Note: (Everyone in this story, with the exception of the babies, perceives “the big babies” to look, smell, feel, and act, like real babies and they can’t tell the difference except that we look like baby sized versions of our adult selves.)

The trash man rolled the first of four dumpsters back to the place where they are kept.
Then the driver of the truck positioned the second dumpster and then he pushed a switch that made the dumpster rise and then dump it’s load. The load of mostly disposable diapers, a few cloth diapers, a few hundred pairs of cloth training pants, some onesies, some footed sleepers, a few pairs of shorts of different colors, a bunch of plain t-shirts of different colors, and a whole lot of empty disposable diaper packaging began to spill out into the hopper of the trash truck. The hopper was now full of diaper trash now. It was also time to start the compactor. The trash truck’s driver hit a couple of switches and the compactor came to life again. It slowly came down and then it stopped until the driver hit the switch again that made the compactor come all of the way down and scoop the diapers and the baby boy up and compact him and the diaper trash into the truck. Once the compactor was done, the driver came back with the third dumpster.

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He got the dumpster into position then the dumpster rose a little into the air and then it turned over
and dumped it’s load. The load of disposable diapers spilled out into the hopper in the back of the truck. Then the dumpster was set back down and then it was rolled away too.
The fourth and last dumpster was then rolled over to the back of the waiting trash truck.
The driver positioned the dumpster then he began to push the switch that made the dumpster rise and then tip upside down causing the load inside to spill out into the hopper. As the last of the loads was dumped, the other two trash men came over to the truck. “It was our break time. We took a ten minute break boss.” Said one of the men.
“I see that. Now I am going to need your help at the next stop.  There are six dumpsters full of diapers and baby stuff there. I will need one of you to go over there right now and see if there are any babies in there. If there are, get them out and have them standing with you when I pull up, ok?” Demanded the driver.
“ Will do boss, right away.” One of the other trash men went to the next stop and did what his boss told him to do. Once the driver had pushed the empty dumpster back, he walked back to the driver’s side, got into the truck and then drove over to the next stop.
By the time the driver got to the next stop, the one trash man had finished getting out any babies that were in the trash.
The truck then pulls up and then stops. The driver gets out and comes around to the back to get the first full dumpster.
“Once I dump the first dumpster load, I want you to throw the first of the babies that you have there with you, into the truck’s hopper. Then I am going to dump the second one and then you will toss in the second baby…..ok?” Stated the boss as he rolled the first of the dumpsters up into position.
Then once he had dumped the load into the hopper,  and set the dumpster back down, the one trash man tossed in a baby girl dressed in a nice, thick white disposable diaper.
Then the one trash man held on to the other baby that was squirming and trying not to get tossed into the truck. Then, the driver pushed the second dumpster up into position then dumped it into the truck. Once the dumpster was back on the ground, the trash man tossed in the other baby. The baby boy wearing a thick, soft, new, saggy cloth diaper with no plastic pants, was tossed into the hopper on top of all of the diaper trash that was in the hopper already. Then the driver started the compactor. The compactor came down then stopped. Then the driver pushed another switch and the compactor came all of the way down, then scooped the load of diapers up and then it forced the diapers and the two babies up into the container. Then the three men got into the truck and then drove up a few feet so that they could empty the rest of the dumpsters that were there. Once all six dumpsters had been dumped into the truck, the compactor was started again before the driver got into the truck and drove for a little longer than he did the last time. The driver drove to the next stop which happened to be an orphanage. The orphanage was famous for disposing of lots of babies and lots of diapers too. The trash cans behind the orphanage were always full and always had tons of wet, formerly wet, worn but clean and unfinished portions of packages of disposable diapers. The orphanage also liked to throw away plenty of cloth diapers, baby clothes, training pants both disposable and cloth, and they had a habit of bringing the babies that they were going to throw away, right over to the truck in person. If they were disposing of six babies that day, then six people brought the babies to the truck’s side. The driver turned up the alley that ran behind the orphanage and then he stopped right behind it. The three of them got out of the cab and walked around to begin to take off all of the trash can lids. Once all of the trash can lids were off, each of the men took a full trash can to the back of the truck to dump. It wasn’t even five minutes after the truck had stopped when five maids came over to the back of the truck, each had a baby to dispose of with them.
The driver took a look at each of the babies and then he went over to one of the babies that was wearing a onesie, and a rather thick, plasticy, droopy, saggy disposable diaper.
The driver picked the baby up, carried him right over to the back of the truck as one of the other trash men dumped a trash can into the hopper, and waited until the man got out of his way before he lifted the baby boy up, laid him down onto the diapers in the hopper and then he walked over to the trash cans and picked one up. He carried it over to where he had laid the baby and he dumped the trash can full of unrolled, unbagged, disposable diapers. Then the other trash man went over to one of the ladies that had a baby girl and he took her from her. He forced the baby girl dressed in just her disposable training pants, over to the back of the truck. He then picked the squirming girl up, and tossed her into the hopper on top of the diapers inside. The other man started the compactor while he went back to get another full trash can. The driver and the other man went back to get another baby each. One of the maids had a baby boy dressed in some rather soggy cloth training pants and was also wearing a white onesie over them. The onesie was soaked and was stained. The trash man picked him up, carried him over to the back of the truck that had just finished compacting the last load of diapers and the other babies, and tossed him into the empty hopper. The other man came around from the side with a trash can full of cloth diapers, onesies, cloth training pants, and some plastic pants too. The trash man dumped the diapering items into the hopper and then he put the empty trash can back so that he could get another. The driver went over to one of the maids that had a baby and took him from her. The driver took the baby boy dressed in cloth diapers fastened on under a pair of printed underwear. The driver carried the baby boy to the back of the truck where he laid him onto his back before he went over to get another full trash can to dump in on top of him. Then one of the maids that had the baby that she had brought out for disposal, brought out a cart full of mixed diapers.
The last of the trash cans was just being dumped in right then as the maid brought the cart to the truck side.
The driver motioned for the other two to come and help him dump the full cart into the back of the truck. They came right over and helped the driver empty the cart into the hopper. Once that was done, the driver gave the empty cart back to the maid who thanked the driver and the two trash men. Then the driver started the compactor again before going to the cab of the truck, getting in and waiting until the other two got in before driving to the next stop. The truck drove for fifteen minutes before turning down the next alley behind a daycare. The truck stopped next to the fifteen trash cans that were lined up in a neat little row. The two other men jumped out and began to take the lids off of the
trashcans so that they could empty them. The first of the trash cans was emptied into the hopper and the diapers that were inside were almost new. The cloth diapers that were emptied into the hopper had been washed before some one had decided that cloth diapers were not the style of diapers that they were going to use. They couldn’t return the diapers once the package had been opened so they had to be thrown away. There were at least six bags of 12 cloth diapers in each bag. The next trash can had at least twelve pairs of plastic pants in it and about ten pairs of cloth training pants down in the bottom of the can.
Then a few minutes later, one of the administrators came out with a couple of babies. She had a baby boy in the right hand and a baby girl in her left. The baby girl was wearing a rather nice looking dress and a pair of rumba pants on that matched the dress.
The baby boy, was wearing three cloth diapers from a local diaper service and a pair of plastic pants. The administrator called one of the trash men over to her and explained that she was going to turn this baby boy and this baby girl over to them for disposal. She also said that she had not had time to prep the babies for disposal and was wondering if she could still throw them away today.
The trash man just told her that the baby girl had to be stripped down to just her diaper before he was going to take her, but the baby boy could be taken right now.
The administrator turned the baby boy right over to the trash man who took hold of him by the right arm and walked him right over to the back of the trash truck. He then lifted him up and then laid him down on his back on top of the diapers that were inside. The  cushiony softness of the cloth diapers in the hopper enveloped the baby boy as he lay in the hopper. The third trash can was then dumped in on top of the baby boy, completely covering him with the wet, and the dry but worn, unrolled disposable diapers. Then, once the administrator had taken off all of the baby girl’s clothes and the baby girl’s super thick, bulky and saggy disposable diaper was the only thing she had on, the administrator called the trash man back over to take her. The trash man went right over and took the baby girl by the hand, led her over to the back of the truck before he lifted her up, laid her on top of the diapers that were on the right hand side of the hopper. Then the administrator walked over to the hopper and tossed the baby girl’s clothes on top of her just as another full trash can was dumped in on top of her, completely covering the baby girl with raggedy old cloth diapers with slight rips and small holes in them. Then the next trash can was dumped into the hopper on top of the baby boy that was in the hopper. The very next trash can had nothing but baby clothes in it and they spilled out in a heap on top of the baby girl.

Then one of the caregivers at the daycare came out with a baby girl with two pigtails who was wearing just her super thick disposable diaper. The caregiver had to dispose of her because the baby girl’s mother didn’t want her any more and neither did any of the orphanages. The only thing left was to dispose of her and all of her diapers. A few minutes later, another woman came out pushing a trash cart full of clean, unopened packages of disposable diapers, all of the baby girl’s clothes, her crib sheets, and all of the cloth diapering items that were left at the daycare by her parents.
Then one of the trash men came over to the caregiver with the baby girl and the caregiver gave the trash man some very important instructions before turning the baby girl and the cart full of her stuff over to the trash man to dispose of.
The trash man took the baby girl and brought her over to the back of the trash truck. The little girl began to cry a little bit as the trash man lifted her up and then laid her into the hopper on top of the diapers inside. Then the other trash man took the full cart over to the back of the truck and then he asked the man who took the baby girl to help him empty the cart into the hopper. Once the cart had been emptied, the trash man pushed it back over to the other woman who was standing next to the caregiver, watching the trash men continue to empty the trash cans. When the hopper was full, the compactor was run and the baby girl with pigtails, the other baby girl wearing the super thick, bulky and saggy disposable diaper, and the baby boy who was wearing the three thickly layered  cloth diapers and plastic pants were all forced into all of the compacted diapers in the back of the trash truck. Once the cycle was done and the compactor stopped, the last of the two remaining trash cans were emptied into the hopper of the trash truck before the trash cans were put back and the two trash men got back into the truck and then the driver drove off from that stop and went on to the next.
The caregiver and the woman stood there watching as the trash truck drove off and eventually disappeared down the alley way. Then the caregiver and the woman went back inside the daycare and went back to their work.
The trash truck drove on for about an hour before it made one more stop at a diaper factory. The factory made tons and tons of disposable diapers made from recycled cloth diapers, training pants, baby clothes and old crib sheets. The diapers that were inspected for quality and didn’t make the cut, were thrown away in the trash. The factory had eight large dumpsters that they used to toss their unused, clean, unwanted, disposable diapers.
The trash truck pulled right up to the last large dumpster and stopped. The three men got out and began to roll the first of the eight dumpsters to the back of the truck. The dumpster was positioned then it rose and then tipped to one side, causing everything inside to spill out into the hopper. There were so many clean, unused, unfolded disposable diapers in each dumpster that the compactor had to be run after each one of the dumpsters had been emptied. After the last of the eight dumpsters was emptied,
The trash truck was so full that it couldn’t take any more. Then the driver and the other two trash men got into the truck and then drove straight to the trash men’s dump. The trip to the trash men’s dump was a long one. The dump was very, very, very, far away from everything. It was at the base of a very large mountain range and situated in a low valley between three very tall foothills. The trash truck finally arrived at the gate to the dump. It was weighed in at the entrance scales before it was allowed to enter the gates. The truck then drove straight to the dumping area where a person directed the truck to the place where it could dump it’s load. The large truck backed up to a fairly empty area and then it began to tip backwards so that it could eject and dump it’s load. Once the overwhelmingly large load of diapering trash was on the ground, the truck left and didn’t return. The large pile that the truck had left was going to be sorted through the next morning by a very large machine with a large team of dedicated and happy sorters.
The night was a cool one that night as all of us babies lay in the pile of discarded diapering trash. We all had fallen asleep and before we woke up and knew what was happening, the sorting had begun. It was four o’clock that morning when the sorters had began their work. It wasn’t long before the sorters discovered all of us babies and deposited each of us into little cribs with wheels and locking tops on each of them.
Some of the babies had their diapers damaged during compacting and they were still wearing the same diapers. One of the baby girls had her thick disposable diaper smashed so tightly that some of the soaking wet fluff had begun to come out of one side of her diaper, right near the left leg elastics.  The one baby boy that wore cloth diapers, had some small tears and rips in his diapers now and the diaper looked so very dirty too.
The sorters were separating the cloth items from the disposable diapers. The cloth items were being taken to another part of the dump where they were being loaded into a large dump truck that was going straight to a diaper factory so that they could use the cloth items to make their disposable diapers. They shredded, ground up and re-spun the fibers into disposable diaper fluff that would later be put together as a disposable diaper. The good quality diapers would be packaged and sold in a store to mothers and caregivers then they would be used and then thrown away. Then at some point, some one got smart and decided that there was a need for disposable diaper recycling. The recycled disposable diapers could be used to make more disposable diapers, the packaging that the diapers themselves came in and now a new product as well; disposable plastic pants and disposable diaper covers. The disposable diaper covers could be reused as many as four times before they had to be disposed of and the disposable plastic pants could be reused twice before they had to be disposed of. This meant great possibilities for anyone who took this idea under their wings. The man who thought of this idea decided to go and buy the trash man’s dump from the co-op of trash men who owned and operated it. The trash men didn’t want to sell their little gold mine just yet and the offer just wasn’t good enough yet to sell it just then. So they all decided to negotiate the deal for some time until they were all able to get an offer that made them all happy.
Meanwhile, at the dump, the sorters were just getting ready to sort the cloth diapering items from the disposable diapers and plastic pants. There is another place that also gets some of the cloth diapering items from the trash men’s dump as well; The cloth diaper dump. The cloth diaper dump takes the diapering items and soaks, washes, rinses and dries all of the items first before they fold & sort the diapering items. The cloth diaper dump sorts and separates the items by their use. Cloth diapers in one area, cloth training pants in another, all baby clothing in one area and crib sheets and bedding in another. Then the items are resorted in those areas by condition. Any and all items that are not useable are then loaded up into a large dump truck and taken over to the disposable diaper factory where the items are then shredded then ground up into fibers and then made into disposable diaper fluff. The items that are still usable in some way, are kept at the dump and used at the cloth diaper dump for their babies and the by the staff that work there.
The staff use the cloth diapers first to diaper their babies that are there, and then they reuse the diapers as wiping rags to wipe and wash their babies with later.
Once the diapers become unusable they are sent to the diaper factory to be recycled.
The cloth diaper dump also leases and rents their babies out to people who need a baby for whatever reason they might need one. The babies are always sent back to the cloth diaper dump once the people are done with the babies.
The sorters were busy sorting and separating the diapers and diapering items. I was in the pile near the top and I was the first baby to be discovered. The machine took a whole bunch of the diapers that I just happened to be in, into the intake part of the machine.
The machine spread the diapers out on the conveyor belt for sorting. I fell onto the belt on top of some mixed diapers; some cloth and some disposable. I was laying on the belt on my back when one of the sorters saw me. The young girl pulled me from the belt and took me over to a changing table first to check my diaper for wetness.
To her surprise she discovered that I was wearing a flushable disposable diaper that was badly damaged and soaking wet still. She unfastened the tapes and pulled the diaper out from under me and tossed the diaper onto the conveyor belt. She then grabbed some cloth diapers from one of the many carts full of cloth diapers, training pants and baby clothes.
She lifted my bottom and slid the three thick cloth diapers under me before laying me back down into the soft, fluffy, thick, bulky cloth diapers. She then did her best to fold the diapers so that they would fit me well enough that I was comfortable. She then pined the diapers on me snugly before she lifted me back up and then she helped me down from the diaper changer. She then took my left hand and then walked me over to one of the many mobile cribs with wheels and a locking top on it. She then helped me into the crib before she pulled the side back up and then she locked the top. She then returned to sorting. It wasn’t long before another sorter discovered one of the baby girls. The baby girl that had been wearing a dress and matching rumba pants and had to be stripped before her disposal, was brought over to a diaper changing table and laid upon it on her back. Her disposable diaper had some of the fluff falling out of it at one of the leg holes.
It was time to change her diaper now. The sorter quickly unfastened the tapes and then tossed her diaper onto the conveyor belt. She then went over to one of the many carts full of cloth diapers. She then took two of the cloth diapers and a pair of cloth training pants from the cart and brought them over to put on the baby girl. Once the diapers and the training pants were put on the baby girl, the sorter pulled her down from the changing table and then brought her over to one of the many mobile cribs with a locking top on it. After helping the baby girl into the crib, the sorter pulled the side back up and then locked the top of the crib. The crib was right next to mine. It was so close that the baby girl and I could reach out and touch each other if we wanted. The baby girl sat up once the sorter had left and returned to her work. She looked around and then she looked at me. I then sat up and looked back at her. “Hi. My name is Andrea. Most people call me Andy for short. Why did they put us in cloth diapers? I have never worn these kind before. I have always worn disposable diapers my whole life.” Wondered baby Andrea.
“Well, I don’t know why they put us in cloth diapers, but I have a feeling that they have some reason that they don’t want us to know just yet. Are your diapers comfy?” I asked baby Andrea. “I guess they are. They sure are thick. I can barely get my legs together.”
Stated baby Andrea. “Mine feel so nice and soft and thick too. They usually put plastic pants over the cloth diapers but for some odd reason, they haven’t put any on any of us yet. Look They found another baby. A baby boy too. He is already wearing a pair of cloth training pants that were once wet but were now dry too. They aren’t bringing him to the changing table either. They are bringing him straight to his crib. That is weird. I wonder what they have planned for us? Hmmm!” I wondered out loud. Then about a half hour later, another baby was found. Another baby girl with pigtails and wearing a very thick disposable diaper. The sorter took her over to the diaper changing table and began to check her diaper for wetness. Her diaper wasn’t that wet yet and didn’t need changing yet, so the sorter took her back over to the conveyor belt and put her back onto it. The belt took her away, and none of us saw her again until after our  diapers and us babies had been through the soaking, washing and rinsing cycles.
The baby boy was put into another crib and the crib was then wheeled over right next to me in a row. The cribs next to the baby girl that was next to me, were empty and open, waiting to have a baby put into them. Then another baby girl was found and then brought over to the changing table. She had been wearing a pair of disposable training pants that had been wet but now were all bunched up and looked terribly dirty from the compactor.
The sorter who had found her pulled her training pants down and off of her. Then she tossed the training pants back onto the conveyor belt before she too went over to one of the many carts full of cloth diapers and cloth training pants to get some thing to change the baby girl into. The sorter picked out three thick large sized cloth diapers and a pair of cloth training pants. Then she went back to put them on the baby girl. A few long minutes later, the sorter brought the baby girl over to one of the empty cribs and helped her into it. Once the baby girl was in it, she pulled the side back up and then locked the top before rolling the crib next to the baby girl that was next to me. Then the sorter left and returned to sorting again. In about a couple of hours, most of us babies had wet in our cloth diapers at least a couple of times by then. The next thing we know, four people came over and began to roll cribs away with us babies inside of them. The first cribs to be rolled away were the baby boy, the baby girl next to me and then me as well. The cribs were rolled over to an area where there were tons of piles of cloth diapers and cloth training pants only. Then as we all were pushed past all of the piles of cloth diapers and training pants there were ten, very large washing machines, six utility sinks large enough to soak diapers and each of us babies in each. Then our cribs stopped rolling and then the tops were all opened at once. The sides were taken down at the same time as one person per crib came over at the same time to get each one of us babies out. I was taken over to one of the sinks that was being filled up with warm sudsy water. I was then lifted up into the air and then put into the sink feet first. Then the woman forced me to sit down into the sink full of warm water. Then she fastened me to the sink by one hand so that I couldn’t escape while I soaked in the sink. Then she left and then returned with a cart full of cloth diapers and cloth training pants that were going to be soaked in the sink. In the sink right next to me, the same thing was happening to the baby girl, and to the other side of me, the same thing was happening to the baby boy and the other baby girl too.
The sinks were all being filled up with diapers and cloth training pants. Once the sinks were full, the water was turned off and we were left there to soak until they thought it was time to check on us and the diapers. All of us Babies soaked and splashed in the sinks for an hour before all of the people came back to take us babies and all of the diapers out. The first baby out of their sink was the baby girl. She and the diapers that were in the sink with her, were loaded into a cart and then the cart was wheeled over to one of the washing machines. Then the woman began to load the baby girl and all of the diapers from the cart into the washing machine. Once the load and the baby girl were in the washer, the woman reached down to a bucket of special laundry soap just for diapers and then grabbed a scoop of the soap and she put it into the washer with the baby girl and the diapers. The woman then closed the door, set the machine and then started the cycle.
Then the woman walked away pushing the empty cart. Then I was the next one to be taken out of the sink along with all of the diapers that had been soaking in the sink with me the whole time. The other woman came over to the sink with a big laundry basket. She then began to load the diapers into the basket first before she pulled me out and put me into the basket on top of all of the diapers. Then she carried the full basket over to one of the empty washers and set the basket down in front of it. She then began to unload the basket starting with me. She picked me up and out of the basket and then loaded me into the machine first. Then she loaded all of the diapers and training pants into the washing machine. Then she reached down and took a couple of scoops of the special detergent that was just for diapers and put some into the machine with the load and I. Then the woman closed the door to the machine then she selected the cycle that she thought was best, then she pushed the start button and then she took the basket and walked away too.
The other babies were also loaded into washing machines with the diapers that they had soaked with too.
















Then the machine started to fill up with warm water. Once the machine filled up half way, the cycle started. The agitator began to turn around in full circles, tossing the diapers and I around in the now sudsy warm water. Then came the rinse cycle. The machine stopped and the dirty, soapy, warm water drained out and then the machine began to fill up with cooler water. Once the machine refilled, the rinse cycle started.
The rinse cycle was a lot less rough. The rinse cycle just tossed the diapers and I around in the agitator basket for about fifteen minutes before the water began to drain out again and the basket began to speed up. The basket sped up to twice it’s washing speed as the cool rinse water flowed into the drain. Once the diapers and I were spun dried, the machine slowed and then stopped. Then a buzzer sounded outside to let anyone know that the machine was done.















A Little while later, some one came to unload the washer that I was in. The woman then took the diapers, training pants and I right over to an empty drier and then loaded the diapers, cloth training pants and I into it. After she was done, she closed the door, set the machine and then pushed the start button. The drier roared to life blowing nice warm, dry air onto the diapers, cloth training pants and I as the drier turned around and around.
This went on  for forty-five minutes. Then once the drier stopped, a buzzer sounded to let anyone know that the drier was done. Then a woman with dark hair came with a basket to unload the diapers, cloth training pants and I out of the drier. She finished taking the diapers, training pants and I out and then carried the basket over to a folding table and she set the basket down on it. She then took out a handful of diapers and training pants and began to fold them.

















She took out the first hand full and folded them all. Then once the last diaper was folded, the woman pulled me out of the basket and then carried me over to a large metal bin on casters that was half way full of clean cloth diapers, cloth training pants, baby clothes and onesies. She laid me down into the bin on top of everything that was inside. She then closed the lid and locked it so that I couldn’t get out. Then she left and returned to her folding. A couple of hours later, the bin began to roll. It was rolled over to one of the supply closets that also had the maid’s offices in it too. The bin was rolled right over
to a corner of the supply closet where the top was unlocked and opened. A large man wearing a brown jumpsuit began to rummage through the cloth diapers, training pants and baby clothes that were inside. He saw me in the bin but was more interested in the cloth diapers & training pants. The man pulled out a couple of the larger sized cloth diapers and then he grabbed me under my arms and picked me up. He then carried me over to a large crib that was used to put their babies that they were going to use later.
Then the man draped the cloth diapers over the edge of my crib before he left the room.
The supply closet was just behind a classroom full of future trash men, diaper ladies and diaper care techs that were being trained on how the trash men’s dump took care of the babies and their diapers. Once the teacher was going to be done with me, the maids were going to get to use me to do their cleaning duties with. Then, the man returned with a large bucket of formerly wet cloth diapers and cloth training pants.
He set them down right next to the crib I was in and then he left again for a few minutes.
He returned with a 32 gallon trash can full of onesies, white t-shirts, clean cloth diapers and cloth training pants. He then took me out of the crib and then carried me into the classroom. Once inside of the classroom, The teacher told the man where to put me.
The man carried me right over to a chrome crib with a locking top on it. He then put me down inside of it and then he pulled the side up and then put the top down and locked it.
He then left and returned carrying the large bucket. Then he went back to get the 32 gallon trash can full of clean diapering materials. He then left and didn’t come back. The teacher was getting her instructions ready for her class. I made some sounds and she looked at me. “Shut up! You are just going to be used as a teaching tool for my first two classes. Then I am going to pass you over to the maids who will use you and your cloth diaper to clean up with. I am going to put you and your diapers through a few of the ways to soak, wash, rinse, flush and change a cloth diaper. Then once I am done, The maids are going to come and pick you up before the last part of the second class is over. I will allow you to choose what diaper you are going to wear and how you are dressed before the maids get to have you. If you don’t co operate with me, I am just going to put you and your stupid diapers into the diaper pail that they gave me and then I will toss you and your stupid diapers in on top of you. I will then call the maids to come and get you! Is this clear?!” Sternly asked the teacher. I nodded my head yes as the teacher finished with her pre class preparations. “I am going to use you to teach future trash men and diaper ladies how to check and change your diapers and how to prepare you for compacting, in case the customer doesn’t know how or doesn’t want to dress you for compacting.” Explained the teacher.
A few minutes later, the first three future trash men and diaper women came into the classroom and sat down at one of the tables. The room had two toilet stalls without doors on them, a table in the back of the room that looked like a science lab table, with all of the beakers and jars full of very nasty looking chemicals in them, right next to the toilets, there were two large utility sinks with a faucet on each one and a sprayer that was for spraying diapers and babies with, and there were two changing tables right next to each other and then, right next to each changer, there were two 50 gallon trash cans that were half way full. The white pail was for the wet cloth diapers, cloth training pants, onesies, t-shirts and cloth wiping rags. The other pail was for the disposable diapers, disposable baby wipes, and the empty packaging. A few minutes later, a tall, muscular woman came in carrying another baby. She put the baby girl down into the crib that was right next to mine. The baby girl was wearing a disposable diaper and a plain, white onesie. The tall muscular woman then carried in a large 32 gallon plastic trash can full of formerly wet disposable diapers and disposable training pants. Then she left again to get the other trash can full of clean disposable diapers and disposable training pants. Then the woman left the room and didn’t return. Then four more couples came into the room and sat down at one of the other tables in the room.
Before too long, a few more people came into the room that were single and not with anyone. They sat where ever they could find room. Before too long, the classroom was full and class was ready to begin. The teacher introduced herself to the class and then she went around the room so that the class could introduce themselves. Once that was over, the teacher began to explain what they were going to learn today. Then she came over to my crib and took me out. She carried me over to the first diaper changer and then she strapped me down to it. Then she went over to the crib that the baby girl was in and took her out of the crib she was in. Then she carried her over to the second diaper changer and then she strapped her to it just as she had done to me. She then put the pails and buckets next to the right changer with the baby that was wearing that type or style of diaper.
“How many of you have actually changed a cloth diaper before? Does anyone in here know how?” Asked the teacher looking around the room for a raised hand. There were none. So then she asked the class; “How many of you have changed a disposable diaper?”
Then all of the hands in the class came up.
“Ok, well, that is why I am going to teach you how to change a cloth diaper, then I am going to teach you how to soak, rinse, wash and flush the cloth diapers when they need to be flushed. I am also going to teach you how to diaper the baby in order to flush him. But we aren’t actually going to flush the baby this time, because he isn’t mine to flush. Then, it will be your lunch time.” Said the teacher to the class. “Oh, and we will also explore the other disposal options for babies in cloth diapers or training pants. We will also cover how to take a baby and toss them into the diaper collection truck while you are picking up the customer’s wet diaper trash.” Stated the teacher.
“Now, I see that no one in this class has dealt with cloth diapers. Well, here is the way to change a baby’s cloth diaper. First, I want all of you to gather around the baby boy’s table with the cloth diaper on, before I show how to change and fold a cloth diaper to fit the baby.” Instructed the Teacher. Then everyone got up and gathered around my changer while the teacher went over to the 32 gallon trash can that was full of clean cloth diapers, training pants and onesies, and she took out a pair of cloth training pants, and three very thick diaper-service quality cloth diapers in toddler size. She brought them to the changer and then she merged her way between my legs at the foot of the changer.
“Ok, most of the time, there will be at least a few cloth diapers in the hopper or in one of the trash cans that you may use to diaper the baby with, but I just happened to have a few available that were already in one of the trash cans that were clean. Now, The first step is to lay the baby down on a flat place either on the truck or where ever you can find a flat place. Then, your jobs are to make the baby as comfy as possible before you begin to change his or her diaper. Now, I see that he is wearing a cloth diaper that is wet. Most of the time you can decide to leave him or her in their yucky wet diapers for the compactor, but if the baby is wearing plastic pants or a onesie over the diaper, then it must be removed before you can toss the baby into the compactor. The trash men and the diaper man like to see what the babies are wearing when the babies get sorted once they get to the dump. Now, Since the baby is wet, I am going to change him into these  thick cloth diapers then I am going to pull on these nice, thick, cloth training pants over the diapers as added absorbency. Then, He will be ready for any type of disposal. Some of you may be working at the toilets, flushing babies, cloth diapers, cloth training pants and flushable disposable diapers. Most of you will be riding around in diaper collection trucks, loading customer’s trash cans full of wet and unwanted diapers. Now, the baby isn’t very comfortable in a wet cloth diaper, so I am going to begin changing his diaper now, by unfastening the pins on each side of his diaper. Now, I can remove the pins then I can pull the front of his diaper down and then I will roll it up so that I can pull it out from under him, like this. Now, I have the diaper in my hand and I am going to set it down on his chest while I lift his bottom, slide the three clean cloth diapers under him then I am going to lay him back down onto the diapers. Then I am going to fold the front of his diapers like I was making the first folds of a paper airplane. Now, I am going to pull the front of his diapers up and then I am going to take out my trusty-rusty waterproof tape that I always have handy, and I am going to use it to make two strong, water-proof tapes that will hold his cloth diapers on him. There! Now, I am going to place his feet into each of the leg holes in the cloth training pants first, then I am going to pull the training pants up and over his three cloth diapers, like…..this! There! Now he has a very thick, very absorbent diaper on. The compactor sometimes tears and rips cloth diapers and training pants when they get caught in a crack or on something in the truck. So don’t worry about the baby once they are in the hopper. Once the baby is in the hopper, they officially belong to the trash man or the diaper man or who ever the diapers are going to be taken to. Now, The babies are allowed to choose what type and style of diapers that they are going to wear for disposal so, if there are a few choices, give the choices to the baby so that they can pick out what they want to wear. This way, the baby feels more comfortable and is less likely to resist and squirm as much during the disposal process.” Explained the teacher as she changed my diaper for the class. “Now, if I am throwing the baby into the hopper, all I have to do is pick him up and lay him into the hopper on top of all of those nasty diapers. If the baby is being flushed, I would take his diaper, and I would now put the wet diaper into the toilet before I put the baby in. Then, I would pick the baby up, insert him into the water in the bowl feet first, then I would lower him into the water up past his diapers and then I would begin to dunk him in and out of the water up past his diapers, a few times, like a tea bag,  before leaving him in the water in the bowl. Ok class, follow me.” Instructed the teacher as she picked me up from the changer and carried me over to one of the toilets. “Some one please bring that blue bucket over next to the baby’s changer that has the wet cloth diapers and training pants in it?” asked the teacher as she held on to me while some one brought the bucket over to the toilet for her. “Now normally, I would have about a full janitorial trash cart worth of cloth diapers, cloth training pants, printed underwear, and a few onesies to flush. I would have brought the cart and the baby over to the toilet and had put at least two heaping arm loads worth from the cart into the bowl before I put the baby into the water in the bowl. Now I want one of you to empty everything from that bucket, into the bowl for me right now.” Requested the teacher of one of the future trash men and diaper ladies.
“Good, now, I am going to show you how to insert the baby.” Stated the teacher as she lifted me up into the air above the toilet and then she lowered me into the water in the toilet feet first, up past the waist of my diapers and cloth training pants. Then she dipped and dunked me in and out of the water a few times before she left me in the bowl.
“As you can see, there is a large metal screen in the bottom of the drain to prevent me from flushing the diapers and the baby, but I can still flush the toilet to demonstrate how this works” Stated the teacher. “who wants to flush the toilet?” Asked the teacher.
One of the women came over to the toilet and then checked to make sure that everything that needed to be in the toilet, was there, before she lowed & locked the lids and then pushed the flushing handle. The toilet flushed and water began to rapidly fill up with cold water. Then the toilet began to swirl around and around, faster and faster before forming a small water cyclone spout that pulled everything in the bowl down into the drain and against the screen. Then the toilet refilled with clean water and then stopped running. Then the lids were unlocked and unlatched and then they were raised and opened. “Now normally, you would begin to load more diapers into the bowl until no more could fit. Then you would repeat the process again until the last load of diapers was ready to go into the toilet. I personally save the baby for last but you can load the baby any time you want. You can even put him into the bowl to get his diapers wet and let them soak for a few minutes while you load the diapers into the bowl. Then, if you are saving him for last, you would pull him out and make him stand next to the bowl while you flushed the first load.” Stated the teacher. “Don’t worry if he drips on the floor, that is why the floors have drains in them.” Stated the teacher. “Well, Now, I am going to take this baby and all of the diapers out and put them into this large bucket until the next class comes in. Until tomorrow, class is dismissed.” Stated the teacher as she put on a pair of yellow latex rubber gloves and began to pull the diapers and I out from the toilet bowl and put the diapers and I into the large, 50 gallon blue plastic drum with casters under it.
Everyone that was in the class left to go have lunch and then they left to go home while the second class came in, ate lunch before it was time to come into the classroom. Meanwhile, The teacher rolled the large blue plastic 50 gallon drum over to my crib. Then she reached into the drum and pulled me out of it, carried me over to my crib and then she put me down into the crib. She then raised the side and then she lowed and locked the top before she rolled the blue fifty-gallon plastic drum over behind my crib’s footboard. Then she took the rubber gloves off and laid them on the tank of the toilet that she had put me into. Then she walked over to her desk and began to prepare her lessons of the next class. At around one o’clock that afternoon, the teacher came back over to my crib and unlocked the top, and opened it, then she lowered the side and then she pulled me out from the crib and carried me back over to the changer next to the one that the baby girl was still strapped to. Then the teacher began to take the soaking wet cloth training pants off first then she ripped the strong water-proof tape from each side of my cloth diapers. Then she pulled the soaking wet cloth diapers out from under me, tossing both the training pants and my diapers into the big, blue, plastic fifty gallon drum that was now behind my crib’s footboard. Then she came back over to the changer with another couple of clean cloth diapers and some more water proof tape. She then proceeded to slide the diapers under me first then she pulled the diapers up between my legs before applying the water-proof tape to each back side of my two cloth diapers. She then went and got another pair of cloth training pants from the 32 gallon trash can and brought them over to the changer. She then pulled them up and then over my two cloth diapers. Then she picked me up carried me back over to my crib before she put me back into it, raised the side and then lowered and locked the top. She then went over to the baby girl who was still strapped to her changer and began to check her disposable diaper for wetness by inserting her two index fingers into the leg holes of the baby girl’s diaper.
The teacher then found that the baby girl’s diaper was wet and in need of changing.
She then went over and took out a clean, thick disposable diaper and then she brought it over to the changer. The teacher then began to unfasten the tapes on each side of the baby girl’s diaper before pulling it down and allowing it to lay open flat. Then the teacher pulled the wet diaper out from under her and then tossed it into one of the trash cans that was in the classroom. She then opened up the clean disposable diaper and then she lifted the baby girl’s bottom and slid the diaper under her before laying her bottom into the thick and fluffy diaper. Then the teacher pulled the front of the diaper up between her legs and fastened the tapes. Then the teacher put a onesie on over the baby girl’s diaper. After fastening the last snap in the crotch of the baby girl’s onesie, she picked her up and then carried her over to the crib that she had been in before. Then the teacher talked to her about the coming events that she would be used for. “Hey baby girl. I want to tell you that you are going to be used to demonstrate how to dress or strip a baby before disposal then we are going to show the class how to run the compactor with a real load of wet disposable diapers, cloth diapers, cloth and disposable training pants, lots and lots of old baby clothes, and some empty disposable diaper packaging. I will have a few of the students lift you up and put you into the trash truck’s hopper with a load of diaper trash. Then I am going to show them how to turn the compactor on and run it with you in it. Then The class and I are going to do some practice runs to pick up and empty diaper trash from simulated customers. You will be getting really dirty and you will be having lots and lots of diapers smashed against you during this practice. Once we are done with the practice, you will be transported straight to the trash men’s dump where you will be dumped out, sorted, and then placed into either a pile of diapers and diapering items or you will be placed into one of the diaper nurseries where they will keep you until some one needs to use you again.” Explained the teacher to the baby girl. “Now, The rules allow you to choose the diaper or diapers that you are going to wear for the practice, just like in a real disposal. The rules also allow me to add other things if I want to.” Stated the teacher to the baby girl. Then the teacher raised the crib’s side and then she lowered the top and locked it. She then walked over to her desk and sat down. Then one of the trash men that parked their truck just outside of the classroom, came into the classroom to let the teacher know that the truck already has ten loads worth of disposable, cloth and baby clothes in it and then the man wanted to see the baby girl that they were going to dispose of after that class was over. Then the man walked over to the baby girl’s crib and looked at her and how her diaper looked on her and fit her. “Is this the diaper that she is going to wear to her disposal?” Asked the trash man. “No. It’s not. She still gets to choose what diaper that she wants to wear to her disposal. Then I am going add a couple of cloth diaper stuffers into her diaper, no matter what kind it is.” Stated the teacher to the trash man. “Then, I am going to toss her into the trash can in here that is used to dispose of diapers and babies, then when class is close to being done, you can come in and take the trash can and empty it into that truck of yours outside.” Stated the teacher to the trash man. “Just make sure that she and any other babies that you are disposing of, are well diapered and comfortable before you toss them. Because, once we get a hold of them, the compactor is going to make their diapers uncomfortable as they get smashed by the compactor.” Stated the trash man to the teacher. “You used to be one of the few first baby girls that we compacted and disposed of. We took you straight to the dump and put you right into the diaper mixer that made sure that your diaper would get it’s S.A.P deactivated and deodorized before you and your diaper could be experimented on.” Stated the trash man to the teacher. “Oh please don’t remind me!” Stated the teacher to the trash man. “You were one of the few first girls to get sent to the reprogramming station when it first opened up.” Stated the trash man. “Before I put her into the truck, can I loosen her diaper or unfasten one of the tapes and then check her diaper for wetness?” asked the trash man to the teacher. “Once you have her, I don’t care if you squirted her with wet diaper juice from the compactor!” Stated the teacher. “She is no longer mine once she gets taken out of these doors.” Stated the teacher to the trash man.  “I sure am going to have some fun with this baby girl on her way out to the truck today” Stated the trash man deviously rubbing his hands together. “Just make sure that she is wearing a very thick disposable diaper. I also want the diaper to be saggy & bulky between her legs. The diaper should hang nice and low between her legs too” Added the trash man. “That way, when she gets loaded into the truck, the diaper will scrunch up and be comfortable during compactor times.” Commented the trash man. “She will be diapered well enough for disposal by the time you come and take her away. Don’t you worry about that.”  Said the teacher to the trash man. Then the trash man then leaned over and pulled back the elastic in one of the baby girl’s leg holes in her thick disposable diaper. Then the trash man inserted his right index and middle fingers into the leg holes to feel her diaper for wetness.  “This baby’s diaper is nice and dry still. She also has a nice clean onesie on her.
This diaper seems to fit her nicely. A little too form fitting for my taste, but like you said, she still gets to pick what diaper she wants to wear to her disposal. I hope that you can get her to pick a nice, saggy, bulky, disposable diaper.” Said the trash man as he turned the baby girl over onto her tummy. “The diaper sure makes her rear end look puffy too. See if you can stuff her diaper with a few diaper doublers too, you know, to make her diaper more puffy for us.” Suggested the trash man. “I’ll make her diaper as puffy as I can. Now go outside and get your diaper collection truck ready for the class to train on.” Demanded the teacher. Then the trash man went outside and prepared the truck for the class to train on. The trash men also set up all of the diapers that were in the trash cans along all of the simulated customer stops. They even put one of their baby boys that was wearing a blue and white sailor suit and a nice, thick disposable diaper with plenty of diaper doublers in it, under the sailor suit, into one of the trash cans along the simulated route. Before too long the next class started to fill the classroom. Once all of the seats were filled and the buzzer sounded in the classroom, the teacher began to teach her class.
The teacher already knew the students in this class. They had been attending this training class in order to get jobs as diaper collection workers or diaper trash men & women. Today, the class was going to try out their newly acquired skills as trash men and women.
The teacher went over all of the controls that the various trash trucks have and how to work the compactor. She also covered how to load a baby during disposal. She talked about how the baby must be dressed and how sometimes the various trash men prefer to have the babies dressed before they will take them and put them into their trucks. Then the teacher told the class, as she came over to the baby girl in the crib and took her out of the crib and sat her on the edge of her desk; that they were going to actually take this baby girl and dispose of her in the diaper collection truck that is outside. Then, they were all going to climb onto the diaper collection truck’s running boards and then some of the class was going to get to actually dump some trash cans full of diapers and diapering supplies. Then the teacher told the class that somewhere, in one of the trash cans along their route, there was a baby dressed the wrong way for disposal. The class was to find that baby, then do what they were taught to do, strip the baby’s clothes off, and check to see if the baby is wearing the correct thickness of diapers. “Now, Most of you will be riding around in diaper collection trucks, loading customer’s trash cans full of wet and unwanted diapers a few weeks from now. A few of you will choose to work as diaper trash sorters at the dump instead of as diaper collection workers. But you all still need to learn and know everything that I am teaching you during this training class. If all of you can pass the written test and the field test that I am doing for all of you today, then you all will get your diplomas at the end of this week. You will get your certifications as trash men & women, or as certified sorters a week after that by mail.” Stated the teacher. “First, I have to ask you all, is this baby girl disposal ready?” Then the class answered; NO! “Then, what should you do if you were to see her in one of the trash cans along your route?” Asked the teacher. “Then the teacher called on the man with his hand up. “Yes?”
Said the teacher. “If the customer is still standing there when we pull up, we could ask the customer to strip the baby down to just her diapers before we could take her, but if the customer isn’t there, I have to strip her clothes off and leave her diapers on. Then I have to throw her clothes into the truck before I throw her into the truck.” Stated one of the men in the class. “Very good! Now, I am going to have my assistant teacher take this baby girl, and put her into one of the trash cans in this room. Then I want you all to pair up into groups of two. Then I want to have one of you pretend to be the driver while one of you pretends to be the trash can dumper. The pair that gets this baby girl, has to strip her down to just her diaper and then pretend to dump her into the truck. Go!” Then the teacher’s assistant took the baby girl and put her into one of the classroom’s trash cans with a few wet diapers while the class was busy picking their partners. Then the class was done partner finding and then they all did the classroom simulation before they actually got to do the real thing. Each of the trash cans had some diapers in them, but only one had the baby girl in it. One of the future trash men, found the baby girl, and then began to strip her down to just her diaper. The trash man took her onesie off and then tossed it aside, pretending to toss it into the trash truck. Then the trash man in training, lowered the baby girl into an invisible hopper full of diapers. He then ran the compactor, making the sound with his mouth. “ Very good Gabe! Nicely done. Now, Class, you can stop pretending now, because it is time to do the real thing. I want the team that found the baby girl, to bring me the baby’s onesie, and bring me the baby. I want the rest of you to go outside and wait for me some where near the trash truck.” Instructed the teacher. The trash men in training all went outside while the team of two who found and had the baby girl, brought the teacher the onesie and the baby girl. Then they too went outside. Then the teacher put the baby girl onto the changer and began to remove her wet disposable diaper. The teacher then grabbed four types of diapers. She then brought the four types over to the changer for the baby girl to see. “I have four types of diapers that you can wear to your disposal. I have to give you the chance to choose. If you don’t choose, I get to pick what you are going to wear to your disposal. Now, will it be these nice, soft, clean fluffy cloth diapers and training pants, will it be these nice disposable training pants with these six, long diaper doublers, or will it be this super baggy, super bulky pair of modified orange and white disposable diapers that have been taped back to front?
This diaper will hang down a lot between your legs and it is really bulky and saggy, like the trash men like it.” Asked the teacher. Once the baby chose her diaper, that diaper was put on her and then the teacher motioned for the trash men who had brought the truck there, to come inside.
Once the trash men came in, she handed them the baby girl and her onesie and told them to put her into one of the trash cans along the simulated collection route. She also added that they should also take out the classroom trash and the contents of the large 50 gallon drum too when they go. She then grabbed all of the instructions that she was going to hand out to the class, and then she too went outside. The teacher then went around to each and every person there that was in the class and handed them each, a copy of the instructions. Then the teacher let one of the trash men who brought the truck there, get in and start it up. Then the first team of two got onto the running boards of the trash truck so that they could ride along the simulated collection route. The truck lurched forward and then drove to the first stop. The trash men in training got down from the running boards and then picked up their first trash can full of diapers each. They dumped the cans into the truck and then some one came out with a baby girl that had a onesie on still. The trash men in training asked the woman to please strip her baby down to just her diaper first before they could take her baby from her and toss her into the truck. The woman knelt down with her baby in her arms and then she put her baby down on her feet while she took the onesie off of her baby. Once the onesie was off, the woman picked her baby up and handed her to the trash man that was closest. The trash man took the baby girl and the onesie and tossed the baby girl in first and then tossed the baby’s onesie in on top of her. Then he continued to empty the trash cans full of wet, unrolled and unwrapped disposable diapers, into the hopper of the side loading diaper collection truck on top of the baby girl. “Good job with the way that you disposed of that baby girl” said the teacher to her student.

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Once all of the trash cans were empty, the trash man jumped back onto the running board then the driver drove to the next simulated customer’s stop. There were six trash cans on each side of the alley way, full of diapers. The trash cans were so full, that the lids weren’t on any of the cans. Each one of the student trash men jumped down and began to take the first of the trash cans on each side of the alley to dump them into the truck’s hopper. On the left side of the alley, all of the cans had disposable diapers sticking out of them. On the Right side of the alley, there were mostly cloth diapers, cloth training pants and onesies packed into the trash cans.
Each of the men dumped their cans into the hopper almost at the same time. The diapers all spilled out into the hopper as the trash men forced them out of their cans.
Once each can was empty, each of the men went back to empty the next can. The man on the left side of the alley, picked the can up and discovered that it was a lot heavier than it looked. He carried it over to the side of the truck and dumped all of the diapers out into the hopper. Out of the can came a baby boy dressed in a sailor suit. He brushed away some of the disposable diapers, then pulled  the baby boy out of the hopper and set him down on the ground next to the truck. There was no one around to strip the baby boy down to just his diapers. The man decided to just strip the baby boy himself. He then unfastened the buttons on the baby boy’s shirt top first. Then he pulled the baby’s arms out of each of the sleeves. He then pulled the shirt top off the baby and tossed it into the almost full hopper. Then the trash man pulled the baby’s pants down and then pulled them off before tossing them into the hopper. Now that the baby boy had no clothes on other than his abnormally thick and saggy disposable diaper, he was now ready to be tossed into the hopper with his disposable diapers. The trash man picked the baby up, carried him over to the hopper and then held him over it for a few seconds until his partner was done dumping his can. Then he dropped the baby boy into the hopper onto his back, on top of all of the diapers that had been emptied into the hopper.
The baby boy’s disposable diaper was so thick that it sagged kind of low, between his le
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