My Story-The Diaper Man Said

[littleAddy]

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 fastened 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 lie 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, and 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 we 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 we 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.

We 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, and 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, and 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 me 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 a 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, and 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, and 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

with this yucky, slimy, diaper juice that we get when wet disposable
diapers get compacted. We use this stuff to dirty diapers even
further. Once you are soaked with this stuff, it stains real bad. It
will hardly come out in the washers.

Ok, now, I am going to cuff you to the stall with the nozzles pointed
at you and on the diapers. I will have to remove you wearing a special
suit and special gloves when this is done. Then I will wheel you over
to the laundry room and see if they don't stuff you into a toilet and
flush you or if they don't stuff you and the diapers into the trash
chute.

If they don't, I will be back to pick you up, and take you out of our
labs and out to

one of the flushing stalls to flush you and your diapers. There won't
be just your diapers in the toilet this time; there will be diapers
from everywhere. I won't even be the one who does the flushing or the
handling of the diapers or you, I will just turn the cartload of
diapers with you in it, over to a flushing team and they will do it
for me.

Once you are flushed, you will be rushed through the pipes with the
diapers to a waste treatment center. There, they will decide what to
do with you and the diapers.

I have no idea what is in store for you and the diapers once you get
there.

Said my blonde tech. Now hold still baby so that I can get you cuffed.

If you try to struggle, I will just toss on some of these other
chemicals from over here on this counter. I have no idea what they are
until I grab some of them and look at the labels.

This room is all about getting you and your diapers as dirty and yucky
as possible.

Sometimes this room is used to dirty a baby up before the baby is
tossed into a dirty diaper pile. They even rub wet diapers all over
the baby.

They even do that to you at the laundry room before they wash you and
the diapers.

They will do that to you before you get put into the diaper shredder
too. They will also do that to you right before they insert you into
the cloth diaper compactor too.

The staff members here at the plant love to be mean and dirty to the
babies while they are here.

Now, there you are, here come your diapers, said my tech as she began
to toss the dirty diapers into the stall. Once all of the diapers were
tossed into the stall,

The tech went over to some buttons, switches, and knobs. She then
programmed the chemical showerhead to come on in thirty-seconds. Then
she closed the clear plastic door and latched it. She then went about
the room looking for any other diapers that she could put into the
cart to send to the laundry room after she was done with me.

Then all of a sudden, the showerhead began to spew a wet, slimy, stuff
that splattered all over me, the diapers, and all over the stall. It
came gushing out from the showerhead

At incredible rates for what seemed to be a long time. Then it
stopped. The showerhead kept dripping with the wet slimy stuff as I
could do nothing but stand there, cuffed to both sides of the stall
wading in three feet of dirty, slimy and wet cloth diapers & onesies.

A few minutes later, the blonde lab tech came into the room wearing a
white suit that covered her head to toe. She opened the stall door,
and then began to load the diapers from the floor of the stall into
the cart again. Once all of the diapers were loaded, she came in,
uncuffed me then dragged me over to the cart and lifted me into it on
top of the diapers.

Then she began to push the cart out of the room, back down the short
hallway, back across the floor down a long hallway, then through a set
of double doors and into another very large room where there were lots
and lots of washers and driers along each wall. She continued to push
the cart past the closest row of washers and driers then she turned
the cart to the right, went around the corner, then she pushed the
cart into a whole other part of the room where there were lots and
lots of women taking carts full of diapers, onesies, baby clothes, and
plastic and rubber pants over to a whole lot of super sized extra
large, custom made toilets and then loading the loads from the carts
into each toilet.
The lab tech pushed the cart over to where there were a lot of full
carts waiting to be taken over to a toilet by one of the women when
the next toilet was free.
The lab tech then left the cart there and walked back the way she
came, then back into her lab to start on the next test subject.
It was a half hour before some one came up behind the cart I was in
and began to push it over to one of the toilets.
The woman then pushed the cart into the stall and began to unload it
into the toilet.
She was wearing latex rubber gloves when she picked me up under my
arms and carried me over to the super, super large toilet bowl (that
was as large as a large Jacuzzi) and lowered me into the water with my
feet dangling into the drain hole.
Then she set me into the bowl on top of many, many, many diapers that
she had loaded from another cart. Then she went back and began to
unload the cart I used to be in, into the bowl on top of me. Once all
of the diapers were loaded into the bowl, the lady came over to the
toilet bowl, closed both lids and latched them shut.
Then she walked out of the stall and over to some controls and
switches.

The woman flicked a couple of switches which made the screen in the
drain slide into place, then the bowl fill up with some sort of weird
gel. The gel smelled like fresh, new Pampers Diapers. Then, the toilet
began to flush. The water in the bowl began to swirl round and round,
as it pulled all of the diapers and I into the swirling water.
It swirled for at least five minutes until it drained out and refilled
the bowl.
A few minutes later, the Woman came back and unloaded everything from
the bowl into a very large cart. She bent over and pulled me up and
out of the toilet and then tossed me on top of the load of diapers in
the cart. She did a check of the toilet to be sure that she had not
forgotten any diapers in the bowl, and then she pushed the cart out of
the room, and into the laundry room where she stopped in front of a
supper large industrial washing machine.
She pulled me from the cart and loaded me into the machine first. Then
she loaded all of the diapers into the washer on top of me.

She then poured four different liquids into the washer before closing
the door and latching it.

She adjusted the controls then started the washer.

She then walked away and went back to loading more diapers into the
toilets.
The washer began to fill up with warm water before it could begin its
cycle.
Then the water stopped filling the tub, and then the tub began to spin
slowly, tossing me upside down allowing the diapers to fall heavily on
top of me. Then the tub turned again and the load fell first then I
fell on top of the load of diapers. This happened for about 15 to 20
minutes before the tub switched into rinse mode. The tub then began to
spin faster and faster as warm water began to wash into the tub and
the old dirty water drained out at the same time. Then, the tub slowed
and stopped. A buzzer sounded outside of the washer letting anyone
within earshot know that the wash was done. About a few minutes
later,

Another lady came over to the washer and opened the door. She began to
unload the diapers, and diaper wraps from the washer and put them back
into the blue cart that the load and I was brought into the laundry
room with.
The lady then reached in and took hold of my ankle and pulled me close
enough to pull me out to the door way. Then she put her hands under my
arm pits and lifted me up into the air just high enough to put me and
my diapered butt, into the cart on top of the damp, clean diapers and
diaper wraps.
Then when all of the diapers were unloaded from the washer, she closed
the washer's door and pushed the cart over to a set of driers that had
washers underneath them. They were the sorts that were the all in one
type. She then loaded the diapers and I into the drier then she closed
the door and started the drier.
It was about forty-five minutes later, when the buzzer went off and
the drier stopped.

Another lady came over to the drier and began to unload and inspect
the diapers for cleanliness, wear and tear and usability.
She decided to toss a few of the diapers into the trash can that were
either too stained or too torn and frayed to use again as diapers.
Then the lady reached into the drier, slid her hands into my arm pits
then lifted me down from the drier and carried me over to a counter
used to fold the diapers. She laid me down on my back then began to
look at my diaper from the front, and then she turned me over to my
belly and looked at the back and crotch of my diaper, smoothing her
hand over the front of it and the back of it, checking it for little
snags, rips, and tears.
She found one at the leg hole of my diaper and then she unfastened my
diaper, then she laid it open to inspect the inside. She then found
that the top layer of cloth was slowly ripping from the stitched top
end and was slowly separating from the diaper.
She then pulled the diaper back up and refastened it. Then the lady
put a onesie on me over my cloth diapers, without any plastic pants.
She then picked me up, inserting her hands into my armpits. She lifted
me up, carried me over to the large trash can that was now full of old
cloth diapers, diaper wraps, and old and stained t-shirts, held me
over the top and then she let me go when I was just over the trash
can. I fell into the trash can and landed on top of the diaper waste.
She then continued to inspect the cloth diapers, toss six more dozen
cloth diapers into the trash can on top of me then she began to fold
the cloth diapers and diaper wraps that were still good. She then put
the folded cloth diapers and diaper wraps on to a shelf
It wasn't until around 6:00 pm there, that a maid came in and began to
clean the room.
The maid had pushed a trash cart used to collect the unwanted cloth
diapers from the trash cans in the laundry room into the room and left
it near the trash can I was in. She first went around and collected
all of the other trash cans full of cloth diapers, t-shirts, onesies,
old colored shorts with snaps in the crotch, and old diaper wraps. She
brought each trash can over to the cart and left them there until she
was done cleaning the rest of the room. The maid used some clean cloth
diapers to do all of her surface wiping on the counters. After she was
done with each cloth diaper, she tossed them each into the cart she
had pushed into the room. Then once she was done wiping the
counters, she came over to the trash can I was in and took the lid
off. She wasn't too shocked to see a baby dressed in a ragged cloth
diaper and a trash can full of freshly washed and dried cloth diapers
that some one had thrown away. She just picked the trash can up,
carried it over to the side of the cart, and turned it upside down,
allowing all of the diapers and I to fall into the cart on top of the
other cloth items in the cart. I came tumbling out of the trash can,
landing onto some stained up and formerly wet cloth diapers that
hadn't been washed or even rinsed at all. Then the maid dumped in
another trash can full of cloth diapers, onesies, old, unwanted diaper
wraps, and old plastic pants.
Then the maid finished in that room and came over to the cart with the
diaper rag in one hand and a pair of plastic pants in the other.
She then tossed the two items into the cart, and then pushed the cart
out of the laundry room.
Once out in the hall, she pushed the cart down the hall and to another
room. She opened the door, and then pushed the cart in. Once the door
was closed, she took another diaper from the cart that was clean and
dry, to use to wipe up with.
There must have been a ton of surfaces to wipe, because she came back
to the cart to get another rag to use. She fumbled around in the pile
of trash in her cart and couldn't find a clean diaper to use. But she
remembered that she had poured them in when she dumped the baby into
the trash cart. So maybe...the baby is laying on them.
She fished around in the diapers for me. She then pulled me up and out
of the cart and yanked me over to the area that she had to wipe up.
She then laid me onto the now clean changer for a moment until she was
able to unfasten my onesie and clean cloth diaper.
She then took my diaper off and then took it over to where she was
going to use it as a rag to clean and dust the tables that were in
that room.
She used some kind of liquid that was in a spray bottle to spray the
tables with. Then she used my diaper to clean the surfaces of the
tables, and then the faucets too.
She even went as far as to wipe the special "diaper flushing toilets"
that were in the room.
Then, when she was finished and my diaper was too wet to use any more,
she came over to the cart and put my diaper into it. Then she rummaged
around in the trash for a drier cloth diaper to put on me.
She found one that was a little bit torn around the top edges and the
surface of the diaper was ton so that parts of it were hanging down in
little ripped strips. The diaper was extra thick and a little bit
larger than the diaper I had been wearing before.
It was taller, and a little bit wider too on each end of the wings.
She slid the diaper under me and fastened it. The she lifted me up,
and carried me back over to the cart full of diaper trash.
Then she started by going over to all of the diaper pails, and
grouping them all together in one area, so that she could make her
trips easier. She carried the first diaper pail over to the cart and
tipped it over. The pail had disposable diapers in it that were now
spilling out all over me. Each diaper pail was a large 32 gallon or
larger diaper pail and was either over flowing with diapers or just
about to.
The next diaper pail was also full of wet disposable diapers. Some
were unrolled and not wrapped up, but were open and not fastened up at
all and the rest were rolled up into a little balls. The maid then
went over to the last diaper pail/trash can and dragged it over to the
cart, she then lifted it up and dumped the contents into the cart. She
then put the can back down and then she walked up to the cart and
pushed it over to the door. She opened the door then pushed the cart
back out into the hall.
It was now time to go into another room to empty the trash that was
there.
There wasn't going to be any cleaning to do, except the trash in that
room
The maid pushed the cart over to a door and then stopped. She left the
cart there while she opened the door and propped it open. She then
went in and began to drag one of the six tall kitchen sized diaper
pails out into the hall. She then picked that can up and dumped it
into the cart. The diapers in that can were mixed. There were some
cloth diapers and some disposable diapers. Then she put that can back
and came out with another. The maid dumped that can too. It had
plastic pants, footed sleepers, onesies, and
navy blue over alls with cute prints all over them.
Then once the maid went back and got the next can, she brought it over
to the almost over flowing cart and dumped it in.
The can had two opened packs of Pampers baby dry diapers in size six
and size five as well as a refill pack of Pampers wipes in it.
The next can was brought over and dumped in. It had open, wet
disposable diapers in it that still smelled a lot like when they were
new, with a little wetness in them.
The maid put that can down and went back into the room to put the can
away. She came back into the hall way wrestling a little baby girl
over to the cart, to put her into it.
The baby girl was wearing a pink frilly dress and she had thick
disposable diapers on and maybe even a onesie on under the dress. The
maid subdued her long enough to pick her up and toss her onto the
mounting trash in the cart. The maid pushed down on her some to push
the diapers down in the cart. Then the maid went over to the door to
close it and lock it. Then the maid came over to the cart and began to
push it down the hall again.
The maid pushed the full cart through the hall and into a room full of
carts full of wet diapers and old baby clothes. She opened the door to
the room, and she pushed the cart through the door. She pushed the
cart down into a new row of carts that were being lined up to be
emptied later on. Then the maid grabbed an empty cart and left the
room, closing the door behind her.
Since it was after hours when the maid had came in to take out the wet
and unwanted baby clothes, the janitorial staff was just gearing up to
dump each cart full of diapers, in to all of the tall, plastic, blue
barrels on wheels so that when the trash men came, it would be easier
for them to do their job. The trash had to be out 12 hours before the
trash men came or the trash men wouldn't pick it up at all and the
people who put the trash out would get fined.
So the janitors began to roll each cart through the hallway, down to
the double doors with double hinges on them, then outside to the
backyard of the large house. Then they began to dump each cart, one by
one, into one trash can at a time. The cart I was in with the other
baby girl, was taken out of the room, rolled outside to the back, then
it stopped for a few minutes until the cart before ours, was finished
being emptied into the now full trash can. Then the full trash can was
wheeled out past the back wall and into the alley to wait until the
trash men came to empty it.
Then an empty trash can was put into place, and then the two janitors
came over to the cart the baby girl and I were in, and then lifted it
up and began to empty it into the trash can. First, the diapers and
baby clothes began to fall into the trash can, then the baby girl
began to slide down and fall into the trash can before she got stuck
on the way in.
The janitors had to put the cart down, then take the baby girl back
out and then turn her right side up before dropping her into the trash
can feet first. The janitors then went back to the cart to pick it
back up and continue emptying it.
Once enough of the diapers had fallen into the trash can before me, I
was now completely visible and facing feet first into the trash
can....about to slide down and into the trash can.
I then fell into the trash can and onto the diapers and baby clothes
inside as the diapers from the cart fell into the trash can and
covered me.
Before long, the cart was empty and the lid on the trash can was put
on and locked.
The trash can was then wheeled out past the back wall and out to the
alley way and lined up with all of the others, waiting for trash
pickup the next morning.
It was around 8:00 pm now, and there were still six carts to be dumped
before the evening was over. Around 11:00 that evening, the last of
the six trash cans was wheeled out and lined up for pickup.
The janitors locked the iron gates to the alley and then went back
inside to mop the floors before they all left for the day.
There were a few people who passed through the alley, rummaging
through the various trash cans in the alley, looking for things that
they could sell or keep for themselves.
The dress that the baby girl was wearing was taken off of her and put
into one person's cart and then a few of the cloth diapers were also
taken from the trash can too. The baby girl was moved over to another
one of the trash cans near by and left in her white, stained up onesie
and her disposable diaper after the mystery person was done rummaging
through the trash cans.
Then, for a long time, things were real quiet except for the rustling
and settling of the diapers in the trash cans. Since the lids were
relocked on the trash cans, I had no idea if the sun had come up or
not. There wasn't much going on in the alley that morning,
And before long, the sound of a trash truck coming down the alley,
emptying trash, was heard by both of us babies.
Then, the sound seemed like it was very, very close, and I could hear
all of the trash men talking as they worked.
Then, the truck came over to the trash cans we were in and stopped
right in front of them.
The two trash men jumped down on each side of the truck, and began to
wheel large trash cans on each side of the alley, over to the truck.
One of the trash men was working our side of the alley, came over and
took one of the trash cans from the row and wheeled it over to the
side of the trash truck to empty it into the truck.
He lifted it into the air and banged it against the side of the truck
as he turned it upside down. He then began to shake it slightly to
make sure all of the contents had fallen out before tossing the can
aside and grabbing the next one in line. The driver of the truck
decided to hop down and assist the man on our side of the alley.
He walked over to the next trash can in line, which happened to be the
one the baby girl was in, and wheeled it over to the side of the trash
truck. He had to wait for the other trash man to get done with the can
he was holding before he could empty his can.
Diaper trash from both sides of the alley was being dumped into the
truck at a fast pace.
The diapers were piling up in the hopper quickly as the man in front
of the driver, dumped the can he was holding into the truck. The baby
girl began to cry as she spilled out on to the diapers inside of the
hopper of the truck. She settled down near the bottom of the pile on
the side she was dumped from. Then, the trash man from the other side
climbed up into the cab and began to flick some switches that started
the compactor.
The Truck's Engine raced, and then the compactor began to advance on
the load of diapers and the baby girl. In just a few seconds, the pile
in the hopper was shoved into the rear container, which was already
full of diapering supplies and old baby clothes from all of the houses
and businesses before. Some of the diapers from the top of the pile
fell onto the compactor as it packed the diapers and the baby into the
almost full container.
As the compactor retracted, and began to return to its starting
position,
The diapers that had fallen onto it, started to fall back into the
hopper as the compactor went back into its hiding place.
Then the driver picked up the can I was in and tipped it onto its side
and then upside down, causing the diapers inside of the can I was in,
to fall out and into the empty hopper that had a few diapers left in
it. As I fell out, I landed onto some of the diapers that were on top
of me, and were open, with their padding facing upwards and exposed to
the air.
The diapers that were in the can under me fell out on top of me,
covering me as they fell out of the can.
Then the can I was in, was now empty except for one or two of the
diapers was stuck to the bottom of the can, as the driver tossed the
can aside and grabbed another full one to empty. This happened until
all of the trash cans were emptied that were from the house I used to
live in.
Once all of the trash was emptied, the truck was driven to the next
house in the alley before it stopped. A whole bunch of full trash cans
were dumped into the truck, filled the hopper completely. The
compactor started up and began to advance on the load and I. Before I
could manage to get to my knees, I was knocked down onto my back and
was forced to slide into the opening of the container in the rear of
the truck. As I slid into the container, my head was forced into the
diapers that were already in there. The rest of me slid under some of
the diapers and I was then enveloped and covered by open wet
disposable diapers.
The compactor was set on a higher setting and it came into the
container a little more, packing the diapers and us two babies into
the diapers all around us.
Then the compactor retracted and went back into hiding once more as
the truck began to go to the next house in the alley.
After all of the trash was emptied at that house and the compactor was
run, the truck was full now. It was now time to take the truck to the
nearest diaper dump. So the driver stopped at the end of the alley and
let the other trash men into the cab for the long 20 mile ride to the
dump. It was nearing 10:30 in the morning now as the trash truck
arrived at the gates of the dump. There were six other trucks waiting
to be weighed before they could drive into the dump and dump their
loads.
As the day wore on, the last of the six trucks in front of the one I
was in, got weighed in and left the scale, the trash truck I was in
drove onto the scale and the trash men got out of the truck to go to
the guard shack to sign in and report what they collected. The entry
guard asked the trash men if they had collected any babies on their
route, and they said yes, two of them, a boy and a girl. They also had
to report if the babies had any clothes on or were just diapered. They
said that as far as they knew, the baby girl and boy were wearing
onesies and thick diapers.
Then the guard told the trash men to go ahead and get into their truck
and proceed to the dumping site. The guard also told them that they
would be directed to the site by one of the dump's staff members.
This Dump had many dumping sites, including several inside of a
warehouse like place.
The truck drove off of the scale and went around six mountains of
diapers that had been there since the dump opened its gates.
As the truck drew closer to the dumping site, one of the flaggers
directed the truck over to a large metal pit that had a lot of diapers
already in it, and had other trucks parked around it, all dumping
their loads into it. The pit was really a very large chute that
funneled the trash down into a machine that was manned by sorters on
each side of it. The pit was getting fuller and fuller as more and
more trucks dumped their loads into it.
The truck that had collected the baby girl and I had backed up and
began to empty the load of diapers, into the pit. The trash truck
expelled the diapers at a steady rate, causing the baby girl and I to
fall out of the truck and into the pit, onto all of the rest of the
trash in the pit, covered with diapers.
The diaper trash in the pit wasn't moving down into the chute yet as
more and more trash was dumped into it.
It wasn't until the pit was full and all of the other dumping sites
were also full, and all of the trucks had been parked there at the
trash truck parking area near the front of the dump's entrance. There
were still a long line of Trash trucks trying to come and dump their
loads. The Dump would be open for 24 hours during the collection week
but then would close for processing for two weeks. That would mean
that any diapers or trash collected during that time would just stay
in the truck until it could be dumped.
All of a sudden, the panels that looked like the sides, all came up
and formed Compactor blades that were getting ready to come down into
the pit and start pushing the loads and loads of diapers down into the
chute.
As the compactor blades came down, they paused for a second so as to
synchronize then they started to press into the diapers inside of the
pit. The compactors were gaining strength and were slowly shoving
everything in the pit, down the chute so that the diapers could be
processed and sorted.
I began to feel the pressure of the compactors doing their jobs.
My diaper was already a wreck and it had been buckled up, bundled with
other diapers, and those diapers had wrapped themselves around me and
my diaper as well. I was wearing a saggy cloth diaper that was now
kind of wet and was slowly getting a little wetter as the load of
trashy diapers went down further and further into the dark and smelly
chute.

Once the load passed a certain threshold, the diapers just kept going
down and down until I could faintly hear the sound of a conveyor belt
running somewhere under me. I now could hear the diapers as they
dropped onto the belt and got carried away.
The sounds got louder and louder, and then, all of a sudden, the
diapers under me gave way and I fell onto them and onto the fast
moving belt. The belt carried me away as more of the diapers kept
falling onto the belt behind me. As the belt briskly carried me away,
I had fully wet my cloth diapers now. They were soggy and very saggy
now. The smell of wet diapers was looming in the warm air inside of
the belt's enclosure. Without a warning the belt turned sharply and
then brought the loads of diapers up into the open air where there
were hundreds of people standing around taking the cloth diapers off
of the belt and tossing them into carts and barrels. As I came into
view along with a whole new load of diapers, the first sorter saw me
and reached over and pulled me off of the belt.
She pulled me off of the belt and carried me over to a cart that was
almost full of cloth diapers, onesies, and baby clothes. She then laid
me down on top of the cloth diapers inside of the cart then went back
to her post at the sorting station.
I laid there and wondered just what was going to happen to me and all
of these diapers in this cart I was in. Before too long, some one
walked up to the cart, and dumped a barrel full of cloth diapers into
it and on top of me. The wet, dry and clean cloth diapers and baby
clothes now were covering me completely. The cart was now full and was
about to be pushed into another area used by the cloth diaper
department, to sort the cloth items.
Once inside of the sorting warehouse, on the cloth diaper side of the
dump,
The contents of the cart I was laid into, was dumped onto another
conveyor belt and which then allowed the load of cloth diapers and
baby clothes to be sorted and the good and usable diapers and baby
clothes were separated from the ones that were too worn out to be used
again as diapers or baby clothes.
As the diapers and I were put up for sorting, the conveyor belt
brought us over to be sorted and separated by condition. If the
diapers were still usable as diapers, then they were pulled off and
put into another cart. As each cart filled up, the carts were taken
away and empty carts would replace them. The diapers and clothes that
were no longer usable as diapers or clothes, were left on the belt to
be later recycled into either fibers that would later be used in newer
cloth diapers or they would be sold to a company that makes organic
disposable diapers out of the cloth fibers.
The diapers that don't get turned into fibers, are either used in
laboratories as rags, or flushed down a special toilet made just for
flushing large and bulky items down the drain.
These included babies still dressed in their diapers if their cloth
diapers were not usable or wanted by anyone.
As the cart load of cloth diapers, baby clothes began to be sorted, I
was taken off of the belt and put into another cart that was quickly
filling up.
Just behind me was a baby boy who was also wearing a couple of very
thick and bulky cloth diapers and a onesie that had been unsnapped and
was flipped up so as to show his diapers. His plastic pants had been
removed some time before some one had tossed him onto the belt for
sorting.
That baby boy was wearing some pretty torn and ragged cloth diapers
and his onesie was kind of messy too.
He was left on the belt after all of the usable diapers were taken
off.
He started to whimper a little as he passed by the sorting area and
was taken over to the area of the belt were all of the leftovers were
taken off of the belt and taken over to be washed, rinsed, then
divided up to be dispersed for either rags, shredding or flushing.
The baby boy was taken off of the belt, and taken over to a large row
of washers and loaded into one of the washers with a whole bunch of
cloth diapers.
After the baby and the diapers were loaded into the washer, the
laundry lady poured in some very strong soap that was going to get all
of the stains out and whiten and or clean the ragged diapers and baby
clothes very, very well, so that the rags could be either shredded up
into fibers and then sold, or used and or sold as rags.
If the baby and the diapers were not sold by a certain date, all of
the leftover whole diapers and baby clothes were taken over to the
flushing rooms, and dumped into a toilet that would flush them and a
baby.
The cart I had been loaded into was taken away from the belt and into
a room where the diapers were going to be washed, then dried and then
repackaged as used cloth diapers then put into a store that the cloth
diaper department had created to sell their brand of used cloth
diapers. As the diapers and I were loaded into the first of the
washers in a row, the laundry lady stopped to look at my diapers
closer. She laid me down on a diaper changer that was on the left end
of the row of washers then she unfastened my diaper to take a better
look. She was right. My diapers had been mistaken for usable diapers.
My cloth diapers were really rags and would not stand up to another
hard washing.
The laundry lady called out to one of the laundry assistants to come
over and then she gave me to the assistant then told the assistant to
take me straight to the lab first and ask them if they could use him,
if not, take him straight to the flushing rooms and leave his diapered
butt there.
The assistant obeyed and carried me straight to the labs which were on
the fourth floor of the warehouse sorting area. The assistant cradled
me in her arms, and even stopped to take a peek into my diaper,
checking it for signs of moisture.
Once she got to the labs, she asked the head lab tech if they could
use another baby and his diaper rags......they told her that they may a
little later, but not at this time. They had all they could handle
until they closed out the babies that they had and disposed of them at
the end of the day by flushing them.
They told her that they didn't need me and to go ahead and take me
away.
The assistant obeyed and then said to me; do you hear that baby boy,
they don't need you today. It looks like you are going to be flushed
now.....little baby boy.
As she carried me out of the lab and back into the elevator.
Once inside of the elevator, the assistant knelt down to her knees
while she cradled me in her arms, and decided that If I was going to
be flushed, she was first going to stop by the diapering station to
put on a few more thick and fluffy cloth diapers in order to make my
diapers thicker so that I would not need to be changed during or after
the flushing was done. No telling where the pipes would lead and what
would be done to my diapers and I after I was flushed. Once the
elevator doors opened, the assistant carried me out and then through a
long corridor to a room that was a lot like a nursery, but had cloth
diapers, plastic pants and onesies all around the room on shelves and
in drawers.
She carried me over to a changer and laid me down on it. She then left
me there for a second until she went over to one of the drawers that
had "flushable diapers" in them. She then grabbed four of the diapers
that were in Flushable Condition and brought them over to the changer.
She then unfastened my cloth diaper and then laid it open flat.
She then lifted my butt enough so as to slide the four cloth diapers
under me.
Then she adjusted the diapers so that they would fit me nicely and
comfortably
Before she pulled them all up between my legs and fastened them with
waterproof tape.
After she was done, she lifted me back up and carried me out of the
room and then carried me back through the corridor, then down a long
hallway that had a flight of stairs that led down to the flushing
rooms.
Once the assistant had entered the flushing rooms, all of the ladies
that were working down there were over loaded with items to flush and
were severely back up.
There were piles and piles and piles of cloth diapers, baby clothes,
and plastic pants that all needed to be flushed soon. The lead tech
came over to the assistant and took me from her arms and told the
assistant that it was going to be a few days until they might be able
to flush me.
Did she want them to place me on hold until then? The assistant though
for a second,
Sure...what options does that mean for the baby?
All that it mans is that we will place the baby in either a crib or
some kind of holding area until we can get all of the diapers in the
piles flushed first.
We will be responsible for his diaper changes and or feedings until
the time comes for him to get flushed. Said the lead tech.
Ok, then, I can leave him here with all of you to deal with? Said the
assistant.
Sure. It'll be no problem. He will just be tossed in with some of the
diapers when there is room. Said the lead tech.
Sounds good, then I will go back and leave him here. Good bye now.
The assistant then left me with the lead tech, who then carried me
over to a tall, and long crib with a top on it that matched the sides
with the shiny chrome, metal bars all around it, except for the head
boards.
The lead tech then laid me down onto the plastic crib mattress and
then closed and locked the top. She then went back to helping the
other ladies at each toilet, load the bowls up and flush them. One of
the ladies had a baby boy inserted into the toilet along with a whole
bunch of cloth diapers, old onesies, footed sleepers, and t-shirts all
floating around in the bowl as they continued to load it.
Then, before the baby knew what was going on, the lady who loaded the
toilet, hit the flush button. This made the toilet water, swirl around
the bowl first, then it pulled everything in the bowl into its cyclone
which then sucked everything into the drain before it refilled the
bowl with clean water.
The little baby and the diapers were now gone. Now, the lady was
refilling the bowl again, with more cloth diapers, and this time a
whole lot of cloth training pants, onesies, and t-shirts.
Once the bowl was full, she closed the lid and flushed the toilet
again.
She waited for the bowl to clear before she raised the lids again.
She and all of the other ladies carried on like this for hours and
hours and hours.
The piles were getting slightly smaller each time, with every load of
diapers flushed.
It was getting later now and it was getting on towards closing time.
Any diapers that were left in the toilet bowls, and weren't flushed,
had the lids lowered down and locked for the night with keys.
Then, some one else who ran the night shift, came in and started to
talk with the lead tech about that prior shift and all that happened
during it.
Then the day staff left and went home while a few of the night staff
came over
to my crib to look at me. The two teen girls stood right next to my
crib and watched me toss and turn in my crib as they started to tell
me what they would be doing to me before and during the time that I
was to be flushed.
They also made me nervous about where I was going to be headed once I
was flushed and what may lie in store for me.
Then as they laughed at how I was squirming as they told me about all
of this, they decided to go and do their duties as their time to
relax, was now up.
They left and went to their stations to empty the diaper chutes that
were also backing up with cloth diapers, training pants, onesies, t-
shirts, fleece footed sleepers that had holes in them all over, and
old diaper shorts.
They put all of this in new piles near the toilets and then continued
to form new piles throughout the room.
Then, once the chutes had been emptied, the two teens then went
upstairs to go and collect the carts full of diapers and baby clothes
that were put into the special room
where the labs sent their diapers once they were done with them.
The first teen, brought back one of the full carts, down to the
flushing rooms.
She then dumped it into a bin that was for just the items from the
labs. The bin was fairly deep and held ten cart loads worth of old
diapers, and anything else that was put into the carts.
Once the teen dumped the cart, she discovered that there was a baby in
there, wearing a very stained up and dirty, cloth diaper. The baby
girl that was in the bin, was wearing a very thick, bulky cloth diaper
too. She had been tied up and bound with her arms tied to her sides.
Her legs had been bound so that she couldn't escape either.
Then the teen closed the thick and heavy metal lid on the green metal
bin and then went back to take the empty cart back up to the fourth
floor where she got it from.
While the Teens were working on bringing the rag diapers down from the
lab, the night shift lead tech came over to the crib I was in and
unlocked it. She raised the top and secured it in an open position
before she reached in, pulled me out, then carried me over to a
changing table where she began to unfasten my diapers. Once my diapers
were laying open flat on the changer, she checked to see if any of the
diapers were at all wet.
One of my inner layers was just a little wet and it wasn't enough to
really be worth changing, so she pulled my five layers of cloth
diapers up between my legs, folded them to fit me, and then refastened
some new waterproof tape all the way around my waist, to hold my
diapers on. Then she pulled out a big baby bottle full of white milk
and put it into my mouth. As the tech fed me, one of the teens rolled
her cart load of rags into the room and over to the bin nearby. She
then began to pour the contents into the bin before re-closing the
heavy lid and latching it. "What are you doing to the baby, Miss
Hagen?" asked the busy teen. "Well, We are responsible for feeding
the baby here, and so, I have to give him a diaper check and feed him
tonight before we put him back into the crib until we can get a little
caught up before the day shift comes back in again.
If we catch up, we can be the ones who actually flush him. Other wise,
the day shift will get to flush him." Stated the Tech. "So, what if we
get most of the diapers in these piles all flushed, can I be the one
who actually dunks him into the toilet bowl with some of the diapers?"
asked the teen. "I don't know........let me think about it while the three
of us get started on the nightshift flushing duties." Said the tech.
"Once your friend comes back with the other cart load, start flushing
some diapers and training pants until the pile is gone before you both
start on the next one." Demanded their boss, the lead nightshift
tech.
"Ok, you're the boss, Miss Hagen. I will go right now and start
flushing diapers. Hey.....you still need to unlock the toilets for us."
Said the first teen girl.
Then, the lead tech picked me up, cradled me in her arms while she
carried me back over to the crib, she then laid me back down inside of
it, and then she lowered and closed, and then locked the top of the
crib. Then the tech walked over to the toilets with her set of keys in
her hand and began to unlock a few of the toilets so that the three of
them could start to load the bowls with diapers, onesies, cloth
training pants, and the old baby clothes.
They worked very hard all night long, and got 80% of all of the piles
flushed down the toilets. But it was almost day time again and the
dayshift was going to come in soon.
Before they all knew it, the dayshift team leader and lead tech was
here in the room, ready to take over the shift.
The two teens then stopped what they were doing and closed and locked
their toilet lids until the keys were handed over to the next shift.
Once the shift change was done, and all of the workers filed into the
room and reported in for work, the toilet lids were unlocked again and
each of the flushers began to finish what was almost done. Once the
piles and piles and piles were taken care of and were all flushed, the
day shift started on flushing the rags that were in the green diaper
bin.
The flushers pulled armload after armload out of the green bin and
took the diapers and training pants and t-shirts and onesies, over to
the toilets and dropped them in.
One of the flushers had to pull the baby girl out of the bin and march
her over to one of the toilet bowls and sit her into the bowl while
she continued to load it with more and more diapers. The poor little
baby girl who had two little pigtails in her hair, and was wearing a
very, very dirty and wet cloth diaper, was now soaking wet from her
legs up to her breasts. The bowl had lots and lots and lots of
diapers, cloth training pants, onesies, t-shirts, and al sorts of old
baby clothes in it now. Once the bowl got too full, the flusher
lowered the lid and then latched it shut until she was able to flush
it.
She went over to the control box and turned on the toilet controls.
Then, once everyone was ready with their toilets, she flicked the main
switch and all of the toilets flushed one after another in sequence,
flushing everything inside of the bowl, down the drain.
The baby girl was immediately sucked down the toilet's drain and
pulled into the main pipes along with the diapers that were in her
bowl.
"Ok, flushers, its time to check the chutes for more diapers. We have
another baby to flush today and if anyone wants to do the honors of
flushing him personally, please speak up now." Stated the lead tech of
the shift.
"Ok, so, I guess......I.....will do him. While all of the flushers opened
the chute and got all of the diapers, onesies, plastic pants, more
cloth training pants, some more onesies,
a ton more white pocket t-shirts, out of the chute and began to bring
them all over to their toilets to get ready to flush some more loads.
"Hey, Tracy....you can go on your first break now if you wish.....I will
be using your flushing station to flush this baby boy and some diapers
while you are on your break." Stated the lead tech. "Ok, I'll be back
in 30 minutes." Said Tracy before she left for her break.
The lead tech then came over to me in the crib and opened the top,
raised it up, and then she pulled me out of the crib. She then took me
over to the changing station and laid me down on it for a minute so as
to ask me if I wanted any particular diaper or anything to hold onto
while she inserted me into the bowl.
"Ok, baby, the rules state that I am supposed to ask you if there are
any special or particular cloth diapers, cloth training pants or
flushable disposable diapers that you would like to wear for your
flushing today? You are also allowed to hold on to any of the cloth
items that are going to be flushed right now. Do you want any of these
diapers that you see here?" Asked the tech.
"Yes? Ok, then, which ones would you like to hold while we flush you?"
"Ok, that one, and.....that one........and.....that one.....and those plastic
pants too?" "Ok. Not a problem."
"Now, do you feel comfortable in the diapers that you are wearing
right now?"
"Yes? Ok, I guess I don't have to change you then." Stated the tech as
she went around and gathered up the diapers and plastic pants that I
pointed to and wanted to hold.
The next thing that the tech did was she picked me up from under my
arms, and carried me over to the toilet bowl that was already partly
full of cloth diapers, old cloth training pants, onesies, and t-
shirts. She then inserted me into the bowl, little by little, slowly
immersing me into the warm, water that was in the toilet bowl.
Now my Cloth diapers were soaking wet, and I was now sitting in the
bowl full of cloth diapers up to my nipples.

The lead tech kept going over to a pile right next to the toilet and
dropping diapers and stuff into the bowl. Once she thought the bowl
was full enough, she reached up, grabbed the lid, put it back on, and
then latched it closed so that I couldn't escape.
Then she reached over to the tank and gave the button a tap. The
toilet then began to fill up with warmer water as the toilet began to
flush.
As the water rushed in and filled the bowl, a cyclone began to form,
sucking everything into it and pulling all of the diapers and me down
the drain.
Once down the drain and inside of the pipes,
I was being rushed down the pipes at what seemed like a feverish
pace.
The water pressure was very intense as it pushed against my back with
a constant pressure.
It must have been 60 minutes later when the water dumped the diapers
and I into another pipe already full of other loads of diapers that
had been flushed from before. The diapers in this pipe were not going
anywhere though. They were just staying where they were dumped.
Once all of the water stopped pouring in for a while, there was a loud
sound like a lot of water rushing into the main pipe. Then all of a
sudden, a lot of water came through and rinsed out the pipe and
carried all of the diapers and other stuff, down the pipe and later
into a wet diaper shredder. The shredder was kind of like a blender
but in a stainless steel bowl like thing that also resembled a newer
washer wash tub.
Once enough diapers, onesies, cloth training pants filled the tub, an
automatic sliding stainless steel door slide closed over the tub. The
tub then filled with warm water before it began to start grinding up
the diapers inside. The shredder slowing shredded each diaper up,
little by little, tearing little pieces from each diaper or training
pant until there was nothing left but shredded fibers. As the shredder
pulled me closer to the blades, I began to pee into my diapers a lot.
And then the blades took hold of my diapered butt and shredded all of
my diapers up but didn't leave a single mark on me.
Once the load was done, the shredder drained off all of the water and
sent all of the fibers into many, many filters in order to catch each
and every one.
The sliding door slid open and some one standing outside saw that I
was in there. They came over to the tub and pulled me out.
"Hey, look at what we have here. We have a naked baby, who needs to be
diapered right away. I want him diapered in some super thick
disposable diapers with lots and lots of diaper doublers in it.
The man then handed me over to a woman who carried me over to a
changer that was outside and she laid me down on it. She then got a
rather thick disposable diaper out, opened it up, and then began to
insert seven then eight diaper doublers into the diaper. She then
lifted me up, slid the diaper under me, then pulled it up between my
legs and fastened the tapes on each side. She then pulled me back up
and then set me down onto my feet. She then took me by the hand and
walked me over to one of the diaper and baby storage rooms that had
clear plastic windows all the way around the room. It also had a
stainless steel crib inside of it that also had a locking top on it.
"I want that baby boy locked into that crib and then when I am ready,
I want him to be taken out......and then brought over to my experiment
table and locked into the cuffs that are on it! Got it?!" "He can have
as many diaper changes as you want, but he HAS to have a disposable
diaper on when you bring him over to my table and lock him down to it,
or I will send him and the diaper he is wearing......to the dirty diaper
pits!
Is this understood?!" Said the very bossy man, who was used to getting
everything he wanted.
"Yes, I got it." Said the lady who was busy leading me over to the
room to put me into the crib.
Then the lady opened the locking door to the holding room with all of
the clear plastic windows from top to bottom and led me into it
holding my hand tightly. She then let go of my hand after the door
closed and locked behind us. Then, She took her keys and unlocked the
crib's stainless steel top bars and opened the top. The lady then
pulled me closer to her before she inserted her hands under my arms.
She lifted me up and then into the crib, laying me down inside.
"Now, my boss is the diaper man. He wants you to be placed in this
crib right now, until he needs you for one of his next experiments.
Between the time that he calls me to get you out of this crib and now,
I am allowed to change your diaper, as many times as I wish. He even
granted me the right to do whatever I want to you or with you, as long
as you are thickly diapered in a disposable diaper and asleep by the
time he needs you.
I asked him when he might be calling for you....and he told me that he
might need you maybe tomorrow sometime. So we have a little time to
play some diaper games with you before then. After we are done with
you, we have a special surprise for you."
Said the lady after she laid me down into the crib. Then, the lady
closed the top and locked it. She then left the crib's side and then
went to unlock the metal door.
Once she had the door unlocked, the lady left the room making sure
that the door was locked and latched. She then walked away and
continued what she was doing with another baby.
The lady was getting the next baby girl ready for her boss's very next
experiment.
The lady knew that this baby girl was going to be used and then dumped
off in some
Dirty pit or sent to be reprogrammed into a docile little baby girl
and then sold to a pharmaceutical company as their diapered, human lab
rat.
Every diapered, reprogrammed, adult that the company bought was
disposable and treated as such during their stay at the lab. The lab
disposed of any of the people and their diapers into a special trash
chute which was emptied once a week and all of the contents were
allowed to fall into a special compactor that soaked everything with a
watery gel substance so that the diapers could be compacted tighter.
When the compactor was full, it was hauled away where the diapers
could be recycled and made into other things as well as diapers.

Then, the lady brought the baby girl over to a leather padded table
that had leather restraint cuffs for a baby's arms, and legs. Once the
lady got the baby girl, dressed in just a thick disposable diaper,
over to her boss, the boss had some of his other assistants take hold
of the baby girl's arms and legs, then they laid her down on her back,
and then strapped her down with the leather restraint cuffs.
Once the squirming baby girl was restrained, the boss man turned
around and faced the baby girl and then looked down at her.
"Hi there baby girl. My name is Maurice. I am your owner, your daddy
and THE boss around here. Today, you and your diapers are going to
help me with something very important. You and your diapers are going
to get really nice and dirty while helping me.
You will have many diaper changes while you are here with me today and
into tomorrow.
After that, I will no longer have ANY use for you and you and all of
your diapers will be disposed of. Now, your diaper care lady, will be
taking you after I am done with you so that she can change your diaper
once more before she hands you over to the disposal crew. Your diaper
care tech has full permission to do whatever to you and any of your
diapers until you are handed over to the disposal crew.
So if you don't do what I tell you to do, then I will just turn you
right over to the disposal crew and THEY......will do what they do to your
diapers and all of the other babies that I've handed over to them!"
Explained Maurice to the baby girl.
"Now, the first thing I want to do to this baby girl, is............
I want to squirt her with diluted super absorbent Polymers and some
new diaper scents to see if they cause any allergic reactions. Then, I
am going to make her drink some special liquid that has a sleeping
medicine in it and then I will wait until she is asleep until I
continue." Stated Maurice. "Ok, now baby, what I have in my hand right
now is a new, prototype SAP that if its approved, will go into new
diapers by the end of the year." Pausing while he began pouring the
full, half gallon beaker of the diluted chemical, all over the baby
girl, making sure to get a whole bunch inside of her diaper too,
Maurice continued to speak as he worked with the baby girl. "There.
In just a few minutes, we will know if you get a reaction to this new
gel. If you DO get a reaction, when I hand you over to your diaper
care tech, she will decide if you get rinsed off or not before your
disposal." Maurice explained as he put the now empty beaker back down
on his lab table beside the baby girl. "Can one of you assistants go
and get the special bottle for the baby now, please? Thanks" said
Maurice to one of the Assistants that were standing on the right side
of the restraint table with the baby girl strapped to it.
Maurice then took his latex exam gloves off and then went over to the
diaper care tech to ask her to change the baby girl in a few minutes
and to make sure that the girl gets another thick disposable diaper
before the baby falls asleep. Then Maurice told the diaper care tech
that as far as he is concerned, she could HAVE the baby girl and the
baby boy that she had put into the holding room, in the crib when he
was done with them. If she didn't want them, just turn them over to
the disposal crew and leave them there.
Then Maurice went over to the diaper disposal crew's work area near
the back of the ten acre lot, to inform them of the next two babies if
the diaper care tech didn't want any of them. He told them that they
had HIS permission to do whatever they though needed to be done or
they though would work the best for each of their disposals. He didn't
really care at all. Just get rid of them if the diaper care tech
didn't want the babies.
(More in Chapter Two)

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 he
was done, he 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
his 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 Yeager, 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 s 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.

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[harry]

did not like it to sickining
how about story some one being tuned in to adult baby

[ADAM LEWIS]

how about a futuristic space story with an adult baby as a crew member?