The
two men drove the almost full truck down to the end of the block then turned
right. They then turned right again and then went to the third house on the
right on the next block. As the truck was pulling up to the curb, there was a
mother and her 14 year old son standing there. The boy was wearing a really,
really, thick, bulky, modified disposable diaper that went up to his nipples.
The diaper had 12 thick booster pads in it, and his butt was really, really
puffy. There were four 32 gallon trash cans full of loose, wet, unrolled &
open disposable diapers. There was also two tall diaper pails full of the boy’s
clothing, cloth pre-fold cloth diapers that had once been wet but had dried up
when the pails were stored and forgotten about until now. The two men jumped
out of the cab and then began to flip the lids off the cans before grabbing one
of the four cans each. They both dumped the cans into the hopper one after another
before the second trash man came over to the boy and the mother. The Trash man
put both of his hand on each of his knees while bending over slightly and then
said: “Well…you look quite ready to be disposed of…is your diaper wet? Even if
it’s not, You are going into my truck with the rest of the diaper trash., come,
I’m going to take you over to the truck now.” Said the trash man as he took the
boy’s hand and led him forcefully & quickly over to the side of the Lodal Evo T-25 manual side loading
trash truck. The trash man then picked the rather thick and bulky diapered boy
up and then laid him into the hopper on top of the diapers. Then he went back
over to the last trash can to pick it up and empty it into the hopper on top of
the boy.
Once
the can was empty, the trash man put the can back and then walked around the
front of the truck and then got back into the cab while the driver started the
compactor before he got into the cab as well.
The
truck then drove off to the fifth house on the same side of the street. The
truck stopped and then the two men got out of the cab. There were four 32
gallon trash cans, 6 opened packages of youth sized Tranquility Slimline diapers sitting beside
the four cans, two busted bags full of clean, but worn medium sized Tranquility
Slimline diapers sitting on the lawn near the curb, next to the
trash cans. Standing right next to he
busted bags of medium diapers, were a tall boy and a shorter girl. They both
were wearing really, really thick Tranquility Slimline diapers with six booster
pads in each of their diapers with plenty of baby powder in each of their
diapers too. Their mother was standing there holding both of their hands so
that they couldn’t run away. The two trash men jumped out of the cab. Each of
the men grabbed a can and then they dumped them one at a time. Then the two got
the next cans and dumped them before they both went over to the busted bags to
try and get them over to the hopper without spilling the diapers out. Each of
the trash men ended up spilling most of the diapers from the bags as they tried
to move them to the hopper. “It’s ok, you just go take care of the boy and girl
while I toss all of these diapers that got spilled, into the hopper, ok?”
Instructed the first trash man to the second. The second trash man went over to
the girl and then took her by the hand and then led her over to the side of the
truck. The poor girl was slightly resisting so the trash man grabbed her by the
other hand and then pulled her up against the side of the packer body so that
he could pick her up and then load her into the hopper, leaving her laying on
her right side with her back against the packer blade. “Stay there little
diapered trash….I still have a few things to empty into the hopper before I can
run the packer. Don’t get too comfortable…” Stated the second trash man to the
diapered girl as he went to go empty some more diapers into the hopper. Then
the trash man started to fling the packages of Tranquility
through the air and into the hopper before
he picked the busted bag up off the lawn and then carried it with both hands,
one underneath the bag to help hold it closed until it was tossed into the
hopper. Then, the first trash man hit the packer switch. The compactor began to
advance onto the girl and the diapers, pushing the diapers, the diapered girl
into the packer body against the rest of the diapers already in the packer
container in back. The diapers began to buckle and squish together as the
packer did the load. The poor girl’s diaper began to press rather hardly
against her butt cheeks as she was pressed rather tightly against the diapers.
Once the packer began to retract, the girl and a few of her diapers began to
pop back a little bit into the hopper.
through the air and into the hopper before
he picked the busted bag up off the lawn and then carried it with both hands,
one underneath the bag to help hold it closed until it was tossed into the
hopper. Then, the first trash man hit the packer switch. The compactor began to
advance onto the girl and the diapers, pushing the diapers, the diapered girl
into the packer body against the rest of the diapers already in the packer
container in back. The diapers began to buckle and squish together as the
packer did the load. The poor girl’s diaper began to press rather hardly
against her butt cheeks as she was pressed rather tightly against the diapers.
Once the packer began to retract, the girl and a few of her diapers began to
pop back a little bit into the hopper.
Her
diaper had a very large press mark from where a bunch of diapers had pressed
into her thickly diapered butt during the packer cycle. The thickly diapered
girl subject tried to get comfortable but the compactor cycle started up again
and began to press nice and hard into the diapers behind her and then the
diapers pressed tightly against her and her thickly diapered butt. Puffs of baby
powder came out of her waistband and some of her thick booster pads began to
force themselves out of her waistband too, as she was packed into the packer
body. Then the first trash man went
over to the boy and then took his right hand in the boy’s left hand and then
pulled him over to the side of the truck to get him ready to be loaded into the
hopper. “Alright my little diapered trash, time to be disposed of. Ready? One,
two, three!” Then the trash man picked the boy up and then tossed him into the
hopper. The boy got half way into the hopper, his top half hanging there while
the bottom half was bent over the side of the hopper with his thickly diapered
butt facing the trash man. The trash man then flipped both legs up and into the
hopper making the boy land onto his back, onto the bare hopper floor. “There!
Time to pour in some more diapers!” stated the trash man as he looked to see if
there were any more cans to be emptied. Not seeing any more diapers to load,
the trash men then started the compactor again then got back into the cab and
then drove off to the next stop.
The
truck was getting pretty full now and a trip to the diaper disposal transfer
station was next. As the two men drove to the transfer station, they talked
about their children that they have had to dispose of due to disabilities and
how their healthy kids are doing. The second trash man talked about how he had
to dispose of one of his boys because he was born with developmental
disabilities that made him not able to grow up normally. He was still 2 years
old mentally and his body size was stunted badly. His boy was never going to
get any taller than the average 3 year old due to some genetic flaw.
Once
they arrived at the transfer station, it was now near noon and they were
motioned and directed to the spot where they could empty their load into the
transfer station compactor hopper. They backed their Lodal Evo T-25 Route builder up to
the edge of the transfer station’s hopper and then they hit the switches that
opened the tailgate. Then they started up the compactor in ejection mode which
was forcing all of the diapers and the few subjects out and down into the
hopper, the load falling onto other loads of diapers and other subjects from other
trucks. About 22 minutes later, the two trash men had completely emptied their
truck and were now on their way back to the next stop on their route.
Meanwhile……back
at the transfer station, the compactor at the station was busy compacting the
load that I and the other subjects were in. The girl wasn’t to happy about
being compacted again and pushed into the large 40 foot long transfer packer
body trailer that was almost full already. I was getting rather used to being
compacted over and over again. Once the packer cycle was finished and the
packer had fully retracted, more and more diapers began to be dumped into the
hopper again by other larger trucks. It was time for the front-loader trucks to
have their turn to dump their loads. The massive amounts of diapers that were
falling out of the front loaders was filling the transfer station’s hopper up
rather quickly so the compactor operator in the booth, set the packer cycle on
continuous mode. As the diapers and I fell into the hopper, the compactor again
pressed rather hard into the loads of diapers, forcing them into the container
of the transport truck. My diaper now had the booster pads partially sticking
out of the left leg elastics near the bottom of my left butt cheek. I also had
some other diapers stuck to the back of my diaper by the tapes of the other
diapers…..as more and more diapers get emptied into the hopper and compacted,
the more diapers that get crushed against my diaper and I. Once the transfer
truck was full, the tailgate was then closed and then locked, and it got
really, really dark inside. The smells of all the wet diapers in the loads
loomed heavily and the crinkling of the diaper plastic could be heard. I was
one of two subjects that made it into the first truck bound for the private
landfill for diapers only.
The
driver drove the full trailer load the long distance to the diaper landfill
where the load was dumped out into a very, very deep pit full of other loads of
diapers that had been collected over the last two months. The pile that was
forming was at least four stories high if not more. Once the load I was so
tightly packed in, had been ejected from the transfer truck, the truck left and
a few more trucks dumped their loads on the other side of the pit before all
the rest of the trucks were directed to empty their loads, into the new almost
empty pit. The diapers were very, very heavy on top of me as I lay there in the
pit, still wearing the not-so soaking wet disposable diaper that had been put
on me before I had been disposed of. I laid there for the entire day, until the
diaper landfill closed for the day. Once the general public and the diaper
sanitation drivers all had left, the night team came in and began to prepare
the next pit to be used after the latest pit being used fills up.
I
could barely hear all the equipment running down the hill from the pit I was in
as I dug my way out of the pile and out into open air. I found my way out of
the pit and decided to try exploring the area. When I got to the top of the
pit, a security guard saw me and then came over to me to stop me from leaving
the pile and pit. “Hey there diapered trash boy…better git your soaking wet ass
back into the pit…don’t make me throw you back into the pile!” Stated the
security guard as he stood over me and forced me to turn around and go back
into the pit. “If I catch you coming out of the pit I will take you over to the
office where they will deal with you…understand??? Now Stay in the pit…you are
dirty diaper-trash….and now belong to the landfill…..they instructed me not to
let any of the subjects roam the area freely. If we must move some of you, then
we are allowed to do so.” Explained the Security Guard as he turned back around
and went back on his usual Cushman golf cart patrol route. I toddled out to the
pile of diapers nearby and found two other subjects being taken away from the
pile, put onto a large Cushman truck, and then they were hauled away and over
to a large building where they were taken inside. I never heard or saw those
two subjects again after that. Later on, two men in white uniforms came out of
the large, white cinderblock, warehouse-like building talking about how they
had just finished flushing six subjects wearing wet cloth diapers, down one of
their special wet disposal toilets, used to get rid of large amounts of cloth
diapers and subjects that are ordered to be flushed. They were talking about
how the two subjects were dunked in and out of the water before they were put
into the large flushing bowl. The other man talked about how both subjects had
their legs draped over the side when the bowl flushed and how they both looked
when the loads of diapers went down the drain.
The
two men passed by the pile I was stuck in. They walked by talking about their
next load that they are going to do right then and some about the two subjects
that they were going to get right then. Once the two men disappeared, a small
crew of two women, two men all wearing brown jumpsuits with the diaper
landfill’s emblems on patches right above their left breast pockets, came over
to the pile I was in. Both of the women came over to me and took me by each arm
and then they carried me away from the pile and over to a large blue special
washing machine that washed disposable diapers first then it broke them up into
little tiny pieces and particles so that each disposable diaper could be
recycled. The two women dragged me over to the two men working to load the
machine and asked them both where to leave me until I could be loaded.
“Hi
guys, we have this subject here for ya, where would like us to put him until
you can load him?” Asked the lady on the right of me. “Um, put him into the
first tilt truck over there full of the diapers then close and lock the lid. I
will be loading that cart in 10 minutes.” Stated the man as he loaded half a
cart full of diapers onto the conveyor belt that was taking the diapers up and
into the opening of the machine. A few minutes later, the man took the cart
over to the end of the conveyor belt and then opened the locking lid. “Hi there,
diapered one, I am going to load you and all of these diapers into this
disposable diaper recycling machine. After the cycles are finished, you will
come out with no diaper on.” Explained the man right before he picked me up and
loaded me onto the upward bound conveyor belt that led into the opening of the
diaper recycling machine.
The
conveyor belt carried me up and into the opening of the large disposable diaper
recycling machine then dumped the diapers and I into it. Before too long, the
machine was full. Then, the steel door closed and then the agitator began to
fill up with warm water and detergents that foamed up. My disposable diaper
began to puff up as it got wetter and wetter. Then, like a washing machine, the
agitator began to turn around and around, bouncing the diapers and I around and
around, washing the diapers as it worked.
Then,
the rinse cycle began. The soapy water drained out and then the rinse water
began to fill the agitator. As the rinse water filled the agitator, my diaper
and the other diapers in the load began to break apart from bouncing around and
hitting things in the agitator. Pieces of my diaper began to float away with
the water. After a while, I was no longer wearing a diaper any more. My diaper
along with the others, were now broken up into little shreds and fibers. The
plastics, paper and the Super absorbent polymers had all been pulled into
filters that the water drained through.
On
the back side of the machine, all of what used to be diapers, was washed away
in torn-up pieces and then sent to get shredded up further after being washed.
Once
the machine stopped, I was pulled through the other end of the machine and then
deposited into one of the many filters along with the rest of the diapers. When
someone checked the filter that I had come into, they saw me and pulled me out. The man who pulled me out, took me over to a
woman at a subject care station where he left me there with the women. I was
soaking wet, slimy, naked and dirty with all of the left-over super absorbent
gels from the diapers. “Well! What do we have here? Looks like you need…to be
diapered. I am going to take care of that for ya. Come with me dirty thing and
I will get you all nice and diapered.” Said the woman as she took me by my left
hand and led me over to a changing station that was ready and vacant.
The
woman picked me up and then laid me down onto my back, onto the changing table
then she strapped me down well so that I couldn’t get up. “There! Now, I am
going to find out what kind of diaper to put on you so that we can get you
ready for the next thing you and your diaper will get used for, but for now, I
will put you into these old pre-fold diapers.” Said the woman as she walked
over to a pile of cloth pre-fold diapers, picked up three of them, then came
back over to start putting them on me. The woman slid the three, bulky, cloth
pre-fold diapers underneath me.
Once
the woman had put the three cloth pre-fold diapers underneath me, she then
began to pull up each individual diaper between my legs. She then pulled the
third and last pre-fold cloth diaper up and then used two snappies to fasten my
diapers. Then, she went over to a clipboard and then wrote down when she had
changed me and what type and how many diapers were put on me. Then, she came
back over to the changer to get me out of the restraints and then off the
changer. “Now, I am going to take you over to the chemical testing labs and
leave you with them. Once they are finished with you, they are going to bring
you out to the area where all of the cloth pre-fold diapers are put into a deep
pit that has a four-story high pile of cloth diapers. Then, you will be kept in
the same diapers, even if you are soaked…until it is time to either flush the
diapers, wash, rinse and shred the diapers up or they decide to bury you and
the diapers. Don’t worry though, they usually leave the top half of you
exposed….they will only bury you up past your diapers….for a week until your
diapers are sufficiently composted.”
Explained
the woman who had taken my left hand and was leading me over to the lab pick-up
station. Once the woman had brought me over to the station, she asked the
nearest person working there a question; “Where should I leave this subject?”
Asked the woman still holding my left hand and talking to the man and woman
standing near the sorting tables. Then the woman spoke up; “oh, go ahead and
leave him in that large metal dumpster over there with all of those old,
formerly wet cloth diapers in it. Make sure you close and latch the metal lid.
We will be taking all of the diapers and stuff out of there shortly and getting
it all ready to be either shredded, composted or taken over to a maid service
to be used as dusting and cleaning rags before they get shredded up.” Explained
the sorting woman, as the woman holding my hand, wrenched me over to the large
metal dumpster. The woman slid open the heavy metal lid on the large 8 yard
dumpster and then she picked me up and then laid me down on top of all of the
diapers inside before she slid the sliding metal doors closed before locking
them shut. I was inside the metal dumpster for at least four hours before a
large truck came over to the dumpster and then picked it up and then dumped it.
The truck was already full of other larger loads of cloth pre-fold diapers that
were going to be composted and some were going to be shredded and then sold off
to disposable diaper companies to be made into disposable diaper fluff when
combined with paper pulp fluff. The front-loader truck’s compactor started up
and began to crush the large load of cloth pre-fold diapers and I. I slid across
the bottom of the hopper floor and the cloth diapers behind me began to press
against me from my thickly cloth diapered butt, to my back of my head as my
face was being forced into the tightly packed load of other cloth pre-fold
diapers already inside.
The
truck then put the large 8 yard tall container down and then backed up and then
drove to the next stop. The truck drove for about fifteen minutes before it
turned left and then drove for a minute before it slowed then stopped. Then,
another large and tall, over-filled 8 yard dumpster full of pre-fold cloth
diapers. Some clean and still folded and some that were formerly wet and had
dried stiff before they had been disposed of.
The
dumpster rose above the truck then began to tip over. The cloth pre-fold diapers
spilled out and fell into the hopper in a large, tall pile, with a few of the
diapers falling out onto the top of the truck and some onto the ground on the
driver’s side of the truck.
Six
of the pre-fold diapers landed on the ground, scattering a bit as they fell.
The cloth pre-folds that fell onto the top of the truck, fell onto the spillway
in a pile near the edge of the hopper. A few seconds later, the dumpster went
back down and then the truck backed up and then went over to the second over-filled
and over-flowing dumpster full of cloth pre-fold diapers. As the truck picked
the dumpster up, the diapers at the top of the pile fell out and onto the
ground around where the dumpster used to be, as it rose up and above the truck.
The
dumpster tipped over and dumped in almost all of the cloth diapers from the
dumpster. Again, a few of the cloth pre-fold diapers spilled out onto the
spillway, (that little flat spot over the cab) and then landed in a small pile
near the others that had spilled out onto the spillway from the load before.
These diapers were still soaking wet from being rinsed out in a toilet just
prior to being tossed into the trash after only one wetting. Then that now
empty dumpster went back down and then the truck backed up and then it drove
over to a set of FOUR over-flowing and over-filled dumpsters full of cloth
pre-fold diapers, old t-shirts, old cloth training pants and a lot of plastic
pants too.
Down
in the middle of one of the loads in the first or second dumpster there was a
short, young girl wearing three layers of clean brand new cloth pre-folds that
had a lot of baby powder in them. She had two pigtails and she had a pacifier
stuck in her mouth that she couldn’t get out due to the tape that was holding
it in and the fact that her hands and arms were being held together by
zip-ties. The truck pulled up to the dumpster and then lowered it’s forks. The
driver then slid the forks into the slots and then began to slowly pick the
over flowing, dumpster up into the air. As it rose into the air, the girl down
in the middle of the pile of pre-fold diapers, began to squirm. She knew that
she was about to get emptied into the compactor and she was getting scared. As
the dumpster began to tip over, she wet her diaper, soaking the inner layers.
The outer layers remained clean and dry. As the dumpster tipped over, all of
the diapers began to fall out into the hopper. The thickly diapered girl also
fell out and then was quickly covered by the rest of the diapers from the
dumpster. Once the dumpster was empty, the dumpster began to go back down and
was set back into it’s original place. Then the truck backed up, and then it
went over to an over-flowing, over filled tall, 6 yard dumpster like this one.
(below) and then inserted the forks to get ready to pick the dumpster up to
empty it.
Once
the other dumpster rose into the air and then it tipped over and began to empty
all of the disposable and cloth pre-fold diapers into the hopper.
Then,
the compactor started up and began to crush the load of diapers and the
diapered girl against the rest of the loads of diapers in the back part of the
truck. Then the dumpster went back down as the compactor was retracting to get
ready to compact the loads again. Then once the dumpster was back down and in it’s
place, the truck backed up and then it started to drive to the next stop. As
the truck drove, the compactor kept cycling. The packer would pack and then
retract, pack and then retract. This caused one of the snappies on girl’s
diaper to pop off and get stuck onto another diaper that she was being pressed
against.
Then
the back of her diaper and plastic pants began to bunch up even more as it was
being forced upwards slightly and also against her butt. Any cloth pre-fold
diapers that were on any of the subjects, were now being scrunched up and
forced out of the plastic pants, under the pressure through the waistband and
leg elastics.
The
truck turned right and then it drove on for miles and miles through traffic and
through the city. The driver even stopped at a local convenience market to get
his lunch and sit and eat before going back to work. The driver turned the
truck off for at least half an hour before the truck started back up and then
the driver drove the truck to the next and last stop. The place the truck
stopped at next was a large cloth diaper factory.
The
factory routinely threw out the diapers that had defects and the diapers that
they used for quality control. The poor little subjects that had the misfortune
of being used as quality control product testers, also got disposed of after a
very few tests. The factory usually walked each subject out to the large
dumpsters, still wearing the cloth diapers that had been tested, and then they
lift the subjects up into the dumpster that is the least full and then they
toss in another five or six large 32 gallon sized trash cans worth of third
quality cloth diapers with too many defects in them to sell or let be used by
anyone other than their quality control test subjects. There were now three
very thickly diapered test subjects in one of the dumpsters that the trash
truck was coming to empty.
As
the trash truck approached the first dumpster, the last of four dumpsters was
just then being loaded with one subject, a 25 year old developmentally delayed girl
who’s mental and emotional ages were both stuck at age 1 and a half. She could
just barely walk and or talk and she was stuck in diapers 24 hours a day. The
factory used her to test their over-night cloth diapers and she had three of
the factory’s double-thick Cloth Diaper Double-Ups brand Cloth Booster pads in
her diaper also when she had been tested. Once she and her diaper had been
checked and tested, she was then immediately walked right out to the back of he
factory and then put right into the last dumpster wearing only the diaper she
had on. As the front-loading trash truck emptied the first two dumpsters, the
last dumpster was just having the last five or six large loads of cloth diapers
loaded into it before it would be emptied. As the trash truck emptied the first
two dumpsters full of cloth diapers, the factory was just getting ready to
bring out four more diapered quality control test subjects. The janitors lined
the subjects up that could walk and carried one that couldn’t walk, then marched
them outside to the back where the dumpsters were, just in time for the trash
truck to take them. The janitors marched the subjects up to the last dumpster
and then the janitors picked each subject up and then helped them into the
dumpster. Once all of the subjects had been put into the dumpster, the janitors
locked the sliding metal side doors and then motioned for the waiting trash
truck to go ahead and empty the last two dumpsters.
The
truck slowly inches its way up to the waiting dumpster with it’s forks lowered.
Then the driver inserts the forks and then the dumpster begins to rise into the
air. The diapers and the subjects inside the dumpster, begin to slide to one
side as the dumpster begins to tip. Then the dumpster begins to tip over,
dumping the diapers and the diapered subjects into the hopper. The diapers
spill out and scatter about in the hopper. Then, the driver bangs the dumpster
twice then lowers the now empty dumpster back to the ground.
Then
the truck backs up and then it positions itself to slide the forks into the
next full dumpster. Once the truck inserts the forks into the last full
dumpster, the truck waits while the driver cycles the compactor a few times to
make more room for the in-coming load of diapers and diapered subjects. The poor
diapered subjects didn’t even have time to settle into the dumpster. They all
just fell out into the mostly empty hopper, on top of the diapers that were put
in after they had been loaded into the dumpster.
Then
the driver put the dumpster back down and then withdrew the forks before he
drove off to the cloth and disposable diaper composting facility….where none of
the diapers or the diapered subjects would be sorted, used for anything, sold
to any of the diaper factories or any of the people wanting one of the diapered
subjects. This was the final time that any of them would be allowed outside the
tall brick walls of the cloth and disposable diaper composting facility.
The
truck drove for miles and miles turning left and then right and then driving
straight down a 10 mile dirt road that led to the diaper disposal landfill near
a wide river.
After
driving the long ten miles at 30 miles an hour, the truck pulled up to the
scales at the front gate of the cloth and disposable diaper composting
facility.
The
gaurds at the gate took the truck’s weight, gave the driver a ticket with the
weight on it, and then instructed the driver where to go. Then the gaurds
opened the front gate and let the truck through.
The
truck drove past a VERY, VERY tall, large pile of disposable diapers near the
dirt road that led to the area where the truck was going to have to dump it’s
load. The truck drove for five minutes until it turned, stopped and then backed
up then stopped in an area where the cloth diapers were going to be composted.
The driver jumped out of the cab, walked to the back and then unlocked the tailgate
then went back to the cab to hit the switch that opened it and started the
ejection cycle. The compactor began to press into the load of diapers and all
of us diapered subjects that had been tightly smashed between all of these
diapers. As the compactor blade pressed, the loads of diapers began to get
pushed out, making everything spill out into a large pile on the ground. The
pile was now mostly fragments of a cube that had formed in the compactor
container of the truck. The diapers began to settle more and more as the truck
slowly inched further and further away as the last of the load fell out. Then
the driver closed the tailgate and then walked around to the back to lock it up
again. Then the driver got back into the cab and then drove off to the front
gate to get weighed out and get paid for the weight that he just brought in.
once the diapers had settled for a bit, some of the workers at the cloth and
disposable diaper composting facility came over to the pile and began to
rummage through the pile. The workers were pulling out some of the still
useable diapers, packages of unused cloth
diapers and a few of the subjects to see what condition their diapers
were in and if they needed to be changed or not. Those that DID need to be
changed, got some of the diapers from the pile, put on them and then the
subjects were put back into the same pile that they came from and told that
they could walk around a little bit but to stay around the pile that they came
in. I was smashed between a ton of diapers when a man pulled me out from the
pile. The man put me down onto my feet and noticed how saggy and heavy my
soaking wet cloth diaper was. “WOW! You sure have a super soaking wet diaper
on…don’t you little one?” here, come with me….I will take care of that for you…RIGHT….now.”
Said the man as he took me by my right hand and then led me over to another
pile of cloth diapers that was more than four stories tall. The man then made
me lay down on the base of the pile, on top of a whole bunch of other formerly
wet, now fully dried cloth diapers.
“Here,
lay down right here for a few minutes while I get some other cloth diapers to
put on you…don’t go anywhere now…ok?” Said the man as he walked away for a few
minutes. I laid there on the other pile for at least 20 minutes until the man
came back carrying two rather thick, bulky, rather clean looking cloth diapers
and a pair of see-through frosted plastic pants. “Ok little one, I found some
nice, clean looking cloth diapers to put on you and this nice….pair…of soft and
comfy plastic pants to put on over these two cloth diapers. Ok, so now I need
to find a good spot to take you to change you….where….can…..we…do this….hmmmm?”
said the man scratching his head and looking around. Then the man spotted an
area to take me to change my diapers.
“Ok,
little one, here, let me take you over here to this very private area so I can
change those soaking…wet cloth diapers for you.” Said the man as he led me over
to a secluded area of the cloth and disposable diaper composting facility, near
the back and between four towering piles of cloth diapers. He made me lie down
on the ground then he began to unfasten the snappies that were holding my
diaper on. Then he removed the snappies and then pulled the soaking wet cloth
diaper out from underneath me and then he tossed it through the air and onto
one of the piles nearby. “There! No more wet diaper….now, here come the nice,
soft, comfy, dry cloth diapers, not clean diapers though….ok…lift up…good, now,
the second diaper…..ok…there…now, I fold it a little bit…like….this….so that it
will fit between those cute little legs of yours….ok…there…..Now for the second
cloth diaper…ok…folding it….there..now, I just put these two snappies
on…….like…….this……and…….this….now…for the plastic pants……ok….one foot in the
leg hole, ok, two feet in the leg hole…now….I slowly work the pants up your
legs…and O…VER….your VERY….THICK….UH….Cloth diapers….there! All…..Done! now,
it’s time to get you ready to soak in the nice, heated composter along with the
rest of the diapers that are in that pile I took you from….the composter will
have water filled up just above the diapers then it will begin to stir the
diapers around and around, slowly…VERY….VERY…VERY….Slowly as composting enzymes
go to work on the diapers that you are wearing and the diapers from the pile
you came from.” Explained the man as he took me by my left hand and then led me
back to the pile I came from. Once the man and I arrived back at the pile I
came from, the man asked one of the compost machine loaders when the pile he
was pointing at, was going to be loaded and composted. “Excuse me Joe, when
will this pile be loaded and composted?”
“It
is a new pile, and we still are trying to get four other piles composted first
that came in last week. I think it will be at least a month or more before that
pile even gets put on our to-do list.” Explained Joe as he went back to loading
a whole bunch of cloth diapers from one of the two-story high piles just across
from the pile I was in. “Thanks Joe…” Said the man as he turned away and looked
at me again. “Well, you are lucky little one…You and the diapers in this pile
will be here for a while until they decide to load you and the diapers into one
of the composting machines. By then, you and the diapers here, will be looking
like they are ready to be composted. Either I or Susan, my co-worker, will come
by twice a day and check your diaper to see if it needs to be changed or not.
If by some miracle you and the diapers in this pile, don’t get ordered to be
flushed down one of our special toilets, used for flushing and disposing of
diapers, in the next two weeks, and you and the pile are still here, I will
take you over to one of the areas where we can bring little diapered subjects
to get their diapers sprayed with pre-compost enzymes that will help break your
diaper down some to get them ready for when they load you into the
composter….ok?” Explained the man. “Then, I will take you and all of the
diapers that get sprayed, and Susan and I will hang them up to dry in the sun…I
will have some very special clips that we use to clamp to the back part of your
waistband of your cloth diapers so that we can hang you up on the line with the
rest of your diapers, to dry. Then, we leave you there until your diapers are
completely dry. Once they dry, we come and take you down and then we take you
and all of the diapers to another area that is for piles of diapers that have
been sprayed with pre-compost enzymes. There…..you will stay until the compost
machine crew comes and gathers you and the diapers up and then takes you and
them over to one of the waiting composters.” Explained the man. “Ok, time to
get back into the pile, now go lay down or something….and maybe Susan will come
by and introduce herself and bring you subjects some bottles full of water.”
Said the man as he helped me back onto the pile. Then the man left. The other
subjects found comfortable places in the pile to nestle into so that they could
sleep for a while. I also found a comfy spot in the middle of the pile, underneath
a whole bunch of the cloth diapers to fall asleep in. It was kind of like a
little covered nest of cloth pre-fold diapers, both formerly wet and clean,
well, mostly clean, unworn and usable…that is…..considering that the cloth
diapers have been in a trash truck and now are on the ground.....
It
wasn’t until the next morning around 8 am when Susan, the other worker assigned
to the area and this and the other piles in the area, came over to the pile to
take a look at all of the subject’s diapers to see if they needed to be
changed. Susan brought with her, a whole bunch of bottles full of water to give
to all of us subjects. She rummaged around in the pile of diapers, moving and
scattering diapers around until she found me. She then made me get up and stand
in front of her so that she could look at my diaper. She then walked around me
and then she told me to wait there while she made three other subjects stand up
in front of her, so that she could also see the condition of their diapers.
Then,
she came over to me and then slid her hand between my stomach and my diaper.
She
slid her hand all the way down to where my penis is and began to feel it and
the inside of the wet diaper. “Well! I think I will just take YOUR diaper off
and then toss it back into the pile and then I will get you diapered into a
disposable diaper so that I can take you over to our disposable diaper pile
where you will be left for the next six days.
The
pile is managed by a couple of other ladies assigned to that area…they will
tend to you and anything they think you need.” Then the woman did just that.
She came right over to me, and began to take my cloth pre-fold diaper off,
right in front of the rest of the other subjects, tossing my wet cloth diaper
into the pile on the ground. “Now….come with me…..and I will get you diapered
in one of the nice, comfy, thick disposable diapers we have from one of our
disposable diaper piles.” Said the woman as she took me by my left hand and
brought me over to a rather large, tall pile of disposable diapers, near a
football field away from the cloth diaper pile. The woman then pulled me in
front of her then made me stand while she went over to the pile and then
rummaged around in it to find me a diaper that was as dry as she could find, to
put on me. Finding one, she came back over to me and began to put it on me as I
stood right there in front of her. “Now, once I get done putting this diaper on
you, you and I….little diaper trash, are going to go right over to our
transport station where I will leave you so that they can take you over to the
disposable diaper recycling and manufacturing facility where they need you or
want you. The transport staff will load you and other disposable diapers into
their big truck and then they will dump you back out at the disposable diaper
recycling and manufacturing facility. I am going to leave you with the
transport staff. Now…..they don’t care what you are wearing, how you look or if
you are wet or dry….they only want to get you and all of the diapers to the
recycling facility and then when they are done dumping you and the diapers out
onto a pile, they will just go and get more diapers and other subjects that are
going to this facility. They do have a compactor in their big truck so…..be
prepared to get compacted quite few times before they have to drive to the
facility they are taking you and the diapers to…ok?” Explained the woman as she
and I walked over to the transport station.
Just
a few minutes later, the woman left me with another woman who then took me
straight over to where two very muscular men in brown jumpsuits were loading a
rather large manual side-loading trash truck that belonged to the diaper
disposal, recycling and manufacturing facility. One of the men saw the woman
holding me by my left hand, standing there waiting for the chance to give me to
one of them. “hey….bring that over here…and I will load it into the truck when
this packer cycle is done.” Said one of the men. “make him stand over here
where he can see what we are doing while we load in some more disposable
diapers, before we have to load that diapered trash you have there…into the
hopper.” Said the rather large, muscular man to the petite blonde woman holding
my hand. The woman then brought me over to the side of the large trash truck
and then made me stand right next to the hopper where I could see everything
that they were emptying into it. “Leave that here and then I will get to it in
a few…” said the man as he loaded a whole bunch of loose disposable diapers
into the hopper, tossing them and dropping them into the hopper as he continued
to load the truck.
Then,
once the hopper was about half way full, the man turned to his left and then
reached down and picked me up under my arms. His rough, dirty gloved hands
carried me through the air and over the hopper where he dropped me down inside,
on top of all of the many varying brands, sizes and types of disposable
diapers. I fell down and landed on top of the diapers and bounced once before coming
to a rest on my right side. The men continued to load the hopper with more and
more loose disposable diapers for a bit. The loads of diapers slowly covered me
from head to toe some of them even had their liners resting against me. Many of
the diapers draped haplessly over my hips, head, covering my face
completely….as the men loaded the hopper. Then, a large couple of opened
packages of clean disposable diapers were tossed into the hopper, each landing
on top of me, before one of the men decided to hit the packer button. The
compactor started up and began to crush and bunch up all of the diapers in the
hopper. As the packer blade came into contact with me, the diapers against the
packer began to press against me, causing me to slide against the hopper floor.
The diapers underneath me were weighted down by me and continued to slide along
the hopper floor too as the packer crushed the diapers and I into the packer
body, against the rest of the diapers that were already in there.
The
packer pressed against the diapers really, really hard, causing my diaper to
buckle up against my butt and the other loose disposable diapers to press into
my crotch, between my legs, causing my legs to slowly spread apart as I went
into the packer body. Once the packer began to retract, the pressure released
and some of the diapers popped back into the hopper and my legs were able to be
put together again. The men continued to load more and more loose disposable
diapers into the hopper. There weren’t that many left to load now but there
were going to be more at the next area that they had to go to, so that they
could take more diapers to the final disposal pile where they were going to be
left for good. The men continued to load the rest of the diapers into the
hopper until the last loose disposable diaper had been tossed into the hopper.
As
the last diaper was loaded into the hopper, the compactor was started and ran
it’s cycle. Then the two men got into the cab and then drove to the next area,
500 feet from the stop they just left, in the 80 acre lot. The truck drove up
to the next area with a pile that was 6.5 feet tall and wider than a large
Christmas tree. The two men jumped out and came over to the pile and began to
toss arm-loads worth of the diapers into the hopper. It took the two men a
little while to toss in a lot of the diapers and to whittle the pile down to
about half-way. As the two men continued to load the loose, unrolled,
disposable diapers from the pile, a woman brought a subject over wearing a
very, very, very thick, bulky disposable diaper and the woman was carrying a
bag with leg-holes in each bottom end that also had elastic tie-ups. (This was
so that the bag would hug the subject’s legs and so that the diapers in the bag
wouldn’t slip out during transport to the trash pile)
The
bag was empty but when the woman brought the subject over to the side of the
trash truck, she stopped the thickly diapered girl and told her that she was
going to have to wear this nice trash bag over her diaper so that it could also
hold a bunch of diapers that were going to be disposed of. The woman then made
the thickly diapered girl step into the bag, like a pair of plastic pants, then
the bag was pulled up and then over the girl’s diaper. The bag reached up to
the girl’s neck once it was pulled up all of the way.
Then,
the woman bent down to tie up the leg elastic pull-ties on each side of the bag
before leading the poor thickly diapered girl over to the pile so that a whole
bunch of the diapers from the pile could be put into the bag the thickly
diapered girl was wearing.
Diaper
after formerly wet disposable diaper was put into the bag, unrolled, open,
loose disposable diapers that had dried up and had been disposed of and brought
to this facility for disposal. The facility was having certain amounts of the
diapers and subjects picked up and then taken to one of their disposable diaper
recycling facilities that made more disposable diapers out of the old
disposable diapers. Some of the diapers that were being collected, were going
to be resold as formerly wet diapers to use on subjects being disposed of. The
woman, who was wearing a white, rubber apron that hung around her neck and tied
in back, stuffed the last disposable diaper into the bag before shaking the bag
a little so it could be pulled just over the thickly diapered girl’s shoulders
before it could be tied with the bag’s pull-tie handles. Once the bag was tied
and closed, the woman then marched the girl over to the side of the hopper to
wait for the two men to be ready to take her. As the woman marched the girl
over to the side of the hopper, she told the girl; “it’s recycling time….time
to take out the trash that is being recycled….too bad too, because if I didn’t
have orders to recycle you, I’d be able to take you over to our special nursery
for our permanently stationed subjects. We keep all of them there until someone
needs a subject for something…..you…little one, would have probably been put to
good use. Then….you will be sold off with some of the company’s recycled disposable
diapers to someone needing or wanting a person in diapers to take care of.”
Explained the woman to the girl as she handed the girl in the trash bag full of
diapers to the diaper disposal recycling employees. “Here, I have some more
recycling trash for you….” Stated the woman to the closest of the two men who
were loading the hopper with the loose disposable diapers.
The
6 foot-five inch tall man wearing a navy blue jumpsuit with the company patches
above the breast pocket turned to his left and then came over to pick the girl
up by the trash bag ties to load her into the hopper. As he picked the girl up
by the trash bag ties, the girl’s legs dangled in the air, sticking out of the
elastic leg-holes of the special, super strong bag, as he gave the bag a toss
into the hopper. The poor girl in the bag of diapers landed on top of some
other loose, unrolled formerly wet disposable diapers then she fell over onto
her right side with her back facing the compactor blade. Then, as the last two
cans full of other disposable diapers was dumped in, the compactor started up
as one of the men pushed the button. Then one of the trash men waved to the
woman wearing the rubber apron then they drove off to the next stop which was
not very far from the last stop. The girl in the trash bag full of diapers had
all of the dry, slightly crusty disposable diapers pressing very, very hard
against her and her diaper. Her diaper was beginning to buckle and bunch up
between her legs and the bag she was in, was buckled and was now almost
covering her chin as she lay on her side, pressed against the rest of the
diapers in the load that was in the rear container. As the truck pulled up to
the next stop, the diapers in the container shifted forward a little bit as the
truck came to a stop. The two men jumped out and began to empty the first of
six full large cans into the empty hopper.
Some
of the cans that had been over filled, and were over-flowing with loose,
unwrapped wet disposable diapers, had some of the diapers falling out and onto
the ground as the men emptied each of the cans. A few minutes later, a man and
a woman came over to the side of the truck with two rather thickly diapered
boys that were going to be recycled, along with the diapers that were now being
loaded into the hopper of the side-loading truck. Both of the boys diapers were
rather dry looking from the outside but were slightly wet from being scared as
one of the trash men came over to both boys to take one over to get loaded into
the hopper. “Ok, which one is going to be first?” Asked the trash man.
“Take
your pick….this one here, or this one….they both are going…we want them loaded
separately and between as many diapers as you can.” Stated the man standing
next to the woman who was holding onto the shoulders of one of the boys.
“Ok….well, I will take this one first, then I will come back for the second
then…” stated the trash man taking one of the thickly diapered boys over to the
side of the truck and loading him. The boy waddled with his legs bow-legged as
he was escorted over to the side of the truck. “Ok boy, it’s trash time…you and
your diaper are now trash! Now bend over the side of the place where all those
diapers have been dumped and then stay there for a second so that I can flip
you in!” Ordered the trash man to the boy.
Once
the first boy was in the hopper, the trash man came over to get the second boy.
“Ok my boy, it’s time to go…say good-bye to your caregivers…you….are going for
a nice, cozy ride in my nice, comfy trash truck! Is your diaper nice and comfy?
If it is now, it won’t be in just a few minutes…after I run a cycle of the
compactor….I am going to make you watch as we run the first cycle with your
brother in it….then you can see what is going to happen to you in a few
seconds!” stated the trash man as he held the boy’s shoulders with his hands
that had working gloves on them. The trash man then hit the compactor switch
and then made the boy stand there and watch as his brother was compacted with
all of the clean and dirty diapers. Then the trash man picked the boy up
underneath his arms and then hoisted him into the hopper in an Indian-style
sitting position. “There, now stay right there while I finish dumping the rest
of these diapers into the hopper…this won’t take long” Stated the trash man to
the boy who was now sitting in the hopper. As the trash man began to empty the
rest of the diapers into the hopper, the boy inside the hopper was forced onto
his back with his legs facing the opening of the hopper container, which
already had been packed to the half-way mark, by the weight of all of the heavy
unrolled, wet, disposable diapers. Then the trash man put the large empty tote
back down and then rolled it aside before grabbing the next full one and then
he hooked it up to the tote tipper and then the tote rose and tipped over,
spilling the loose unrolled, open, wet
disposable diapers that had three to six soaking wet booster pads in each
diaper, into the now almost full hopper. Then the trash man put the now empty
tote back to the ground than he hit the packer switch which started the
compactor cycle. The diapers in the hopper began to bunch together as the
packer pushed the diapers and the boy into the container along with the rest of
the other loose diapers and bagged unrolled disposable diapers. Then the trash
man emptied the last full tote full of loose, wet disposable diapers into the
hopper before he got into the cab and then went to the next stop. As the trash
truck driver drove down the alley to the next stop, the packer kept cycling, until
the truck stopped. The truck pulled up to the first house at the beginning of
the next alley and stopped. The two trash men got out of the cab and then went
over to the first of six totes that were over stuffed with loose cloth pre-fold
and loose wet disposable diapers. There was a young maid standing next to the
first totes with her thickly diapered 19 year old boy and her thickly diapered
16 year old girl.
The
girl was wearing really thick cloth pre-fold diapers that were slightly wet
underneath her pull-on frosted plastic pants and the boy was wearing a Tranquility
Slimlines Large sized disposable diaper with six Dignity
Naturals Booster pads (Diaper Doublers). The maid decided to take the
plastic pants off of the girl and then made her hold onto the plastic
pants while she put a thick, bulky
disposable diaper over the already thick cloth diaper that the poor girl was
wearing, while the boy and girl waited for the trash men to take them both.
“Here, let me take off these plastic pants you are wearing before the nice
trash men come to take you away and put on this nice, thick disposable diaper.
That way, when you get to the disposable diaper recycling facility, your diaper
will be ready to be recycled. Now stand here and don’t give me any trouble
while I put this disposable diaper on you.” Ordered the maid to the girl. Then,
once the maid was finished putting the disposable diaper on over the girl’s
slightly wet cloth pre-fold diapers, the maid walked the girl over to the side
of the truck for the trash men to take. “Hi there guys, I have two for ya
today. Here is the first, and I will go and get you the second.” Stated the
maid as she grabbed the attention of the two trash men who were loading the
dirty disposable and some cloth pre-fold diapers into the hopper of their
truck. The maid then went over to the thickly diapered 19 year old boy and then
made him waddle over to the side of the truck to stand right behind the girl to
wait until the trash men took them.
Hi
there little ones…time for disposal now…ok…in you go little girl.” Said one of
the trash men as he loaded the girl into the hopper just as the second trash
man emptied another of the over-filled totes full of loose, wet disposable
diapers into the hopper all over the girl. “Ok, now, your turn little boy, you
and that nice, thick, saggy, comfy disposable diaper you are wearing are now
our property. You are about to be loaded into our nice, dirty trash truck.
Ready? Ok, one….two….threeeee! There…now wait there until we are finished
emptying the rest of these large loads of dirty diapers..ok?” Stated the trash
man as he went over to get the next over-filled totes ready to empty.
More to come soon......
