Time For Disposal-Version 1-Part 1

                            Time For Disposal

                            

It’s the year: 2015, in a world where “everything” is disposable, now so were certain target groups of “people”. The Government, the pharmaceutical companies, the lobbyists, Care-home owners, Caregivers and Parents of these “targeted” people were given government Sanctioned rights to dispose of and euthanize their “disabled” person in special “collections” along with any of their clothing, diapers, and stuffed animals. Even amidst the factions of “People Rights” movement protests, The Government still unveiled and rolled out their first “Disposable People Program” to the general public, proving that certain people…really ARE…disposable! As time ticks on and on, more and more disabled people are forced into a corner where the Medicare and Medicaid plans that have $0 co-pays, don’t cover the meds that each person takes thus causing some disabled people to be in so…much….agony that they start to consider and seek out clinics and physicians that will supervise their attempts to end their person agony via death.

Since the Government officials CAN’T vocalize a suggestion of this type, they CAN, however take away everything that relieves them of their pain, being it meds, healthcare coverage, and such that will possibly cause these people to suffer enough so to make one of only two choices,

One: To remain alive, suffering needlessly for a very, very long time, or Two: To consider and attempt assisted suicide. This will alleviate their pain, free up all of the money that would have been spent on them to keep them alive, and those funds will now be used to line some bureaucrat’s campaign pockets!!!

Chapter One: 

My mother, who was of ‘working poor” class, managed to get her son (me) into a daycare for the developmentally disabled. It was the year 2015 and Congress was on the verge of passing a set of laws that allowed Parents, Caregivers and the patients to Euthanize themselves, thus expressly targeting the elderly and the “Disabled”. Mother was NOT happy about these “new set of proposed laws”. She was also not able to continue to afford to care for me. The diapers alone cost her a small fortune and she could not even lift me up any more…because I now weighed over 175 lbs and was over 5’9 inches tall.

I had been reduced permanently to the age of 2 years old, to save my life after a surgical procedure to remove some cancer, went wrong. I was once again, in diapers full-time, taking a bottle again and cried instead of talking, like I used to. The burden on mother’s income was too great and she could not afford to put me into one of the homes or even a half-way house…that accepted people like me. All of the pills that I was now taking, cost too much and to get some of them to last longer than a few days, she practically had to mortgage her home. Mother was getting up there in age herself, ( Boy! Was she in for a surprise when she got too old to take care of herself.) and didn’t want to go through this all over again. Mother had been keeping up on all of the political news in respects to the latest proposed laws. She didn’t like them, but the government was steamrolling the voters! What could she do! The only REAL votes that were important to the government were those of wealthy Pharmaceutical Company CFOs and CEOs who helped with campaign funding each year. The rest, were merely a show to “SAY” that the votes  had been taken & counted, but did not necessarily mean anything. The Diaper Companies also had lobbyists in Congress and were fighting for their fair share of the kickbacks that they deserved for “supporting” the new proposed laws. For every “disabled person dressed in diapers, even if “the person” didn’t wear diapers, the trash companies and pharmaceutical companies would get paid “per pound” at the entry of the disposal facility of their choice, when each truckload was weighed in. (As long as the “disabled persons” were not being burned or tortured) All persons who can’t afford to care for their “disabled person” may leave that person at any daycare facility, any diaper manufacturer, or turn “that person” over directly to the “special collections” worker at home on collection day. It will not be unreasonable to allow “any disabled persons being disposed of, to be forcefully put to sleep by means of Pharmaceuticals that safely allowed sleep. Any and all “persons” disposed of, became the “property” of the disposal facility closest to the home from which disposed of and the disposal collection company retains custodial rights until arrival at the disposal facility. ……was how the law read.   Mother got so frustrated, that she took me to daycare one day and never came back. Here is the story from “my” point of view.

I had been taking a nice nap when the daycare had closed and all of the other babies had left. All of the daycare workers were still there, cleaning up after all of the disabled people that had been there all day. The daycare Director came over to the  I was in, in the infants section, and she took me out. She carried me over to one of the changing tables and then she began to unfasten the diaper I was wearing. She noted that it was still not wet enough to change so she decided to wipe me down a little bit any way…instead of tossing the used wipes into the trash, the Director laid each of the used wipes into my diaper. Then, when she was done, she pulled my diaper back up and refastened the tapes. She then dressed me in a nice dirty old white onesie and a pair of old soccer shorts. Then she lifted me up from the changing table and then she said as she carried me over to one of disposal holding cribs in the infants section: “Well baby…it’s time for disposal….I am going to have to walk you down to our Disposal Manager and hand you over to them, and then later, hand you right over to the trash men who will load you and all of the diapers that have been collected, into their dirty diaper disposal truck. Once the trash men have you in their possession, you become THEIR property, to do with as they see fit. Either myself or one of the other nursery staff will walk you down to the disposal manager and then turn you over to her. She will take care of you for sure. Until then, I am sticking you in the disposal holding crib.” Said the Nursery Director as she lifted me up and put me down into a very dirty, old, crib that had old crib sheets that had old wet spots all over it, that was on the old mattress then she pulled the side up and then she lowered and then locked the top before she walked away to finish going around all of the diaper pantries and storage areas to pull out any old diapers that were not being used, that needed to be disposed of. The Director of the whole Daycare, came back over to the crib some 4 hours later, with one of the daycare staff members who worked in the infants and toddler’s section, and asked her to get me out of the crib and take me over to the disposal Manager so that I could be turned over to her for pre-disposal transfer and diaper inspection. “I want you to take this person over to the disposal manager and turn him over to them. Make sure that you sign him in and sign the release of responsibility and custody papers before you leave…ok?” Said the Director, instructing her employee.

The employee took me out and put me down onto my feet. Then she took me by my left hand and led me out of the nursery area down six flights of stairs into a deep basement area where there was a door at the end of the last flight of stairs. The employee opened the door and then led me through it and then over to a window that reminded me of a ticket office. The employee led me over to the window and then began to tell the Disposal Manager that I was here to be turned over to them, to be disposed of. “Are you sure that you want to dispose of the person dressed like that?” asked the Disposal Manager. “We take your subject dressed however you dress ‘em, but I just wanted to ask you if you are sure that you want to dispose of the clothing that the person is wearing…” Stated the Disposal Manager. “Yea….take him like that….do whatever you want with him now….he is ALL yours!” Stated the employee. “Ok….I’ll take him! You won’t be getting the clothing back though! The clothing will get really, really dirty and all stained up before the subject is disposed of!” Stated the Disposal Manager.  The Disposal Manager then came out of the little window shack and over to me to take my hand after the employee had signed all of the necessary paperwork. The disposal manager thanked the employee and then led me through the open door to the seemingly small shack, to the very back of the shack that was as big as a two bed-room apartment, where there were carts full of formerly wet cloth diapers, disposable diapers that were starting to dry out already, and carts and carts worth of old onesies, old toddler-sized cloth diapers, old wiping rags, old white under-shirts, old cloth and disposable training pants that all been worn at some point, until they all had been either wet in, or worn out completely.

“Ok my baby boy, let me see what you have for me here…..you’ve been dressed in a*“disposal diaper”….*(a nice, super, super thick, modified disposable diaper that goes up to your nipples, and is meant to be worn during disposal.),  onesie, a pair or white soccer shorts.  The trash men like to have your diaper as loose as it can be but still have it not fall off of you….so….I am going to undress you and then adjust the fit of your diaper some now….after I take a look at the inside of your diaper…ok?” Said the Disposal Manager as she lifted me up onto a wide, padded, table, onto my back.

“Ok…legs in the air while I take off your shorts, un-button your onesie and then unfasten your diaper……..good boy! Now, we unfasten the tapes and pull the front of your diaper down…..there we go….now! I think that I am going to insert some cloth diapers into the middle and front of your diaper so that your disposable diaper will be more absorbent during your trip to the dump! I get to dress you…..ANY…..way…..I want…before your disposal! The trash men and I own you now! You are MINE….to do with…what I please! See…I can also take my time…disposing of you too….if I want! I can play with you and the diaper you are wearing…..until I get off my shift and then leave you here….for whoever comes on to replace me at night, to do whatever it is THEY want to do with you…until it is officially time to take you over to the trash men and let THEM….load you up into their nice dirty diaper disposal truck!” Explained the

Disposal Manager as she began to run her open hand across the front of my diaper’s plastic backsheet, once she had pulled the front of my diaper up and then fastened it with the tapes. “Well…what should we do to you first? Hmmm! Oh…I know….let me take you down here to the diaper disposal pre-crush machine! This way…your diapers will get a NICE healthy helping of compacting before the trash men come….nah…..never mind! Oh….I got it! I’ll simply leave you right here, in one of these nice trash carts full of diapers that are about to be disposed of…..this way, I can do stuff to you and your diaper while I am doing your disposal paperwork…..I have to stamp you and your diaper any way….so….yes…that is what I am going to do with you for now!” Decided the Disposal Manager as she picked me up, carried me over to the area where the diaper trash was being held until it was time to dispose of it all and then laid me down onto my back in one of the fullest trash carts. She then reached beside the cart and then pulled out a lid that fit the cart. “I am going to put this lid on so that you don’t get loose! I don’t want you getting loose on me! When I clear out the holding crib, I will come over and take you out of there and put you into the crib until it is time to be disposed of….ok?” Explained the Disposal Manager as she lowered the lid onto the cart and locking it into place.

The lid was left on for at least three hours before the disposal manager came back and took the lid back off again. “Ok baby boy….time to get you checked in….officially! I have to stamp you, your diapers, your onesie, and your soccer shorts now…..You and everything you are wearing…now belong to the Trash Men and I! I am going to take you over to another area where I am going to stamp you and what you are wearing….all over!

I am going to stamp your shorts first, while you are wearing them, then I will pull them down and then stamp your onesie, then, I am going to unfasten the snaps and then stamp your diaper in four places before I am going to pull your shorts back up. Don’t worry about your onesie being unsnapped though…it’s just the way that the trash men and I have decided to have it…besides…we all want to be able to see your diaper!” Stated the disposal manager as she lifted me out of the cart and put me down onto my feet.

“So…how comfy is your disposal diaper now baby boy? Is that diaper nice and thick between your legs? Can you feel your diaper sag between your legs as you walk? I sure hope so…because….when I walk you over to the trash men….they might ask me to strip your clothes off before I hand you over to them. Then, if your diaper isn’t thick enough, they will not take you! Sometimes, if our regular trash men are on vacation, then we get some substitutes who want you in thicker, bulkier diapers before they take you! Ugg! It’s frustrating when they do this!” Explained the Disposal Manger to me as she took me by the hand and led me over to where she was going to stamp my clothes, my diaper and I. “Once I get you stamped, I have to put you with the rest of the stuff that is being disposed of. If anyone comes and empties their diaper pails into the trash cans I am going to put you into, you and the diapers will be moved to a staging area where anything can happen….sometimes, the diapers get cycled through a nice diaper pre-crush machine where the diapers also get really nice and dirty looking….a dark, blackish-greenish stuff ends up all over everything….and all of the diaper juices are also collected and used to spray everything before you and the diapers end up in the pre-soak bin at the end of the exit chute….where you and the diapers are taken out and then put into the actual trash cans that the trash men will come and pick you up in…most of the time though, you are left in the pre-soak bin until it is time to take you out and get you over to the trash truck.

You are going to get all nice and messy! Your onesie will get all smelly and dirty, and your diaper will get all nice and slimy inside and out! This is what the trash men want from us…..most of the time! The trash men really don’t care what is being disposed of….they don’t care how you are dressed, how thick or thin your diaper or diapers are, they don’t care if your diapers are wet or dry, clean or dirty….as long as you are being disposed of…..you are nothing but property to them! Weight…..the more weight there is in their truck, the more that they will get paid for that weight…at the dump or transfer station….! Now, stand right here….while I stamp your shorts four times…..there is one stamp…….ok…here comes the next one……….good! Now…..here comes the next one………….ok……now….here comes the last one for your shorts…….Great…..Now…..turn and face me while I pull your shorts down and then begin stamping your onesie! Good! Ok……here comes the first one…..on the front….near your pee-pee…..good! Now turn to your right….good! Now…..bend over so that I can stamp your butt….a couple of times……one…….now two! Great! Now….I am going to turn you so that you are facing me again….ok….now, I am going to unbutton the snaps in your crotch of your onesie so that I can stamp your diaper all the way up as far as I can with your onesie still on…..ok….here goes the first snap….now the second…….now the third…..now the last…..now upsie-daisy….and now….I am going to press this stamp onto your diaper…..you are going to feel the stamp pressing into you….this isn’t gong to hurt a bit……” explained the Disposal Manager as she did each and every thing to me, my clothing and my diaper. “Here comes the first press of the stamp…..ok? now, I’m going to turn you around so that your back faces me….and then I’m going to press the stamp into your butt….on your diaper…..ok…..here it comes……good! Now, I’m going to turn you around so that you face me and then I am going to press the stamp into the front of your diaper in three places…starting….near your pee-pee and going up from there. Ok…here comes the first one……ok….now the second one….on your tummy……on your diaper….and now…..the last one…..on your chest….on your diaper………ok…great. Now…..I have to stamp your skin….in six places…..first ones are going to be your forearms….ok….this won’t hurt a bit…boy…..ok….good. now, I have to unfasten your diaper….for the next few stamps…I am going to let your diaper drop on the floor for a few seconds while I do this…..one second here…and I’ll have the tapes unfastened……………ok. There…..now….I have to stamp your “jewels”, your Butt, your chest and finally, your Tummy. I will do all of this in some sort of order…by height….ok….the stamp is going to feel a little cold and wet….for a few seconds while I press it into your skin…it won’t hurt a bit…..stay still…..you’re doing fine……ok…..ready? Here it comes……ok…good, now…..here comes the second stamp…..into your tummy…….o..k….now….I am going to stamp your chest……here…it…comes…………Great! All finished. Now I am going to put your disposal diapers back on….then I will hand you your shorts and onesie for you to carry over to one of the trash cans I am going to put you into…Then…I’m going to put the lid on and then lock it. I am then, going to walk back to my office and do the rest of your paperwork that I will have to send copies to your former caregiver, and the collection company that is going to pick you and your diapers up for disposal. Now….are you ready for the trash can? Ok….time to lift you up….uhhhhh! Ok….now….I’m lowering you down into this deep, tall, wide trash can………now….sit down with your legs folded against your diaper….and don’t mind all of those soft, cushy diapers under you….there WILL be more diapers being emptied into this can tonight….see ya!” Said the Disposal Manager as she loaded me into the trash can on top of a half of a can’s worth of loose, unrolled, unwrapped, open disposable diapers. Then, The disposal Manager reached down, picked up the metal lid and then she put it on the can and then locked the lid on so that there was NO chance of me getting out. Over the next four hours, many different people, opened the can and dumped in a bunch of loose, open, formerly wet disposable diapers, a few stained up, worn out cloth diapers, some formerly wet, now dry, disposable training pants, some old, stained up, torn up, ragged onesies and a few more disposable diapers. Then, once the can I was in, was completely full, and there were diapers, onesies, undershirts, old and new baby clothing like shorts, training pants and cloth diapers as well as a whole bunch of disposable diapers…..the can was put onto a large hand-truck and then moved over to a staging area where there were about ten other cans just like it….in two rows of five. The can I was in plus the three others brought in with mine, made thirteen rather wide, large, tall cans…full of diapers, and things that used to be used on me and other subjects. Then, some one brought in two full cans worth of stuffed animals that used to belong to several other subjects. Most of these were dolls that also had diapers on them, a few plush toys, and then a few life-sized dolls that also had rather thick disposable diapers on them. The area that the cans were in…was an area that had two metal doors that opened into a large room with a cement floor and the area looked like a secured version of were Wal-Mart keeps there carts. The cans were all being staged in two lines where once each empty can was put aside, the next one would fall into place, making it easier for the trash men to get at each and every can….like how milk is positioned. (You grab one and then the next one falls into place…well that is the way it is SUPPOSED to work….)

The Can I was in, was placed behind several cans that were full of nothing but loose, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers…and the cans full of the toys…were placed in behind the one I was in. the can I was in…was placed about  12^th in the line of cans. At some point during the night, some one came over to the cans and began to open a few of them. One of those cans was the one I was in. Some one was taking out some of the diapers from the cans and rummaging through the cans to see what was in them.

This curious some one rummaged through the can I was in and this person…found me.

The lady…it turned out to be, pulled me out of the can by reaching under my arms and lifting me out up and out of my can. The lady held me above the can I was in, with my legs still dangling in the loose diapers in the can. “Well, Well, Well! What do we have here? It looks like we have a diapered boy…that is about to be disposed of! I know that we don’t have much time…but I just wanted to take a nice looksie at this boy before we put him and a few of the diapers, into our diaper Pre-Disposal machine. This boy is going to get REALLY….nice….and dirty in the Pre-crush cycle…..and then…he’ll look really filthy and nasty after the machine spits him and all of these diapers out into the pre-soak bin…..at the end of the exit chute……hey! Look down into his can! There are a pair of stamped shorts and a nice semi-clean stamped onesie. Dig them out and bring them to me. I am going to put them on him and then…..put him and his nice…comfy…extra long, saggy…. “Disposal Diaper”, into my cart so that I can take the load to them to put into the trash truck when it comes. Explained the mystery lady with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. “Ok boy, I’m putting you into my cart for now….but don’t…get comfy….and DON’T….think that you are not getting disposed of….the trash men are coming this evening to pick up the trash and when the truck pulls up, I am marching you right over to them and turning you right over to them. You will be in the cart for the next four hours until it is time to take out you and these loads of dirty diapers. You’d better get used to people opening the lid and pouring in a bunch of dirty diapers too…because today is trash day and everyone is bringing their dirty diapers and other stuff down here to be disposed of!” Explained the lady. “Now, time to get you dressed in these shorts and this onesie. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to check your diaper too and I WILL change it if it needs it! You won’t get a clean diaper though, you will get one of the diapers from the trash.” Explained the lady as she took me by the hand and led me over to an old changer that still had a few of the formerly wet disposable diapers on it, left over from another baby that had been changed on it before they too were disposed of a week earlier. The diaper was open and the padding was facing upwards. The lady lifted me up onto the changer then she picked the diaper up off of the changer and then tossed it into one of the trash cans next to the changer.

Then the lady took the onesie and then put it over my head and then pulled it down over my chest and tummy. Then, the lady took the shorts and then put my left leg in then my right leg in before she pulled the shorts on over my unsnapped onesie and bulky, semi-saggy disposable diaper. Once that was down, she took both of my hands and pulled me into a sitting position on the changing table. “Now, boy, it’s time for disposal! Time to get you over there to your trash can so I can put you back into it! But before I do, I want to make you a little more ready for disposal! I am going to rip a few holes in your clothing first…..and then I’m going to dirty you up a little bit by smearing some of the wet diapers all over you and your clothing before I toss you into the trash can! Ok, here we go!” Said the lady as she picked me up from the changing table and carried me over to the side of my trash can before she set me down onto my feet, onto the cold, hard concrete.  The lady did exactly what she told me that she was going to do! She ripped holes in my clothes! She even tore the onesie down the seem in my right side and then tore my shorts right between my legs, in the area that separated my legs! “Now…see? It’s going to be MUCH easier for anyone who wants to, to check your diaper! Now, turn around with your backside to me while I smear this nice, wet, cloth diaper all over you!”

With the crotch of my shorts now hanging down between my legs and my onesie half hanging off of me, I turned around with my backside facing the lady. She liked what she saw….with my butt now all fat with bulky padding, she began to smear the wet cloth diaper all over my clothing starting from my head right down to my torn up shorts.

“Now boy, turn around and face me! ….NOW! If you don’t…I am going to take you RIGHT over to the wet cloth diaper flushing station and get you all wet after I burry you in 100 pounds of wet cloth diapers for over twenty minutes!” Stated the lady in a REALLY demanding, stern voice. I reluctantly turned to face the lady and then she took another wet cloth diaper out of the trash can I was going to be in, and then she began to press it against my clothing, making sure that my clothing soaked up the wetness before she used the wet diaper to really rub the wetness in. Then, the lady twisted the diaper up and wrung as much of the remaining wetness out as she possibly could, allowing the dripping wetness to run into my shorts, making all nice and wet! Then the lady untwisted the diaper and then she tossed the mostly dry diaper back into the trash can before she lifted me up and then lowered me into the trash can, on top of the two cloth diapers and a ton of unwrapped, wet disposable diapers. “There baby! Now I have a lot of work that needs to get done! The lid will now go on and be locked from the outside! There will be lots of other people who will be loading THEIR diapers into this trash can over the next three hours! Don’t stand up unless they…tell you to and then do what they say! Then, get back into the can so that they can put the lid back on! The trash men will be here to pick you and your diapers up for disposal soon! If I don’t get back here in time to get you out so that I can march you over to the trash men myself, then the trash men will just dump you and your diapers in this can, into their truck! What THEY do with ya….I DON’T care! You will then belong to them!” Explained the lady before she put the lid to the trash can on and locked it.

About fifteen minutes later, some one came over to the trash can and began to empty a bunch of loose, open, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers into the can. Then a few cans worth of onesies, cloth training pants and some various colored t-shirts were emptied into the trash can before the lid was put on again and locked again.

About ten minutes after that, another person came over to the trash can and then emptied at least three little diaper pails into the trash can. More and more loose unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers were dumped into the trash can I was in. This person then decided to pack the diapers down more so that more diapers could be emptied into the can. This person, who I couldn’t see, emptied their last large can into the can before putting the lid back on. Then, about an hour later, two people came over to the can and began to empty their trash can-loads of their wet diapers and unwanted onesies and body suits into the can. The second person had a few stuffed animals to dispose of and they put the stuffed animals into the can last before they put the lid back on. Eighteen minutes after that, three people had come over to empty their loads of diapers and old clothing into the trash cans that were all lined up. As they dumped their trash into the can I was in, and a few others that were next to the one I was in, they talked about the subjects that they had and what they were doing with them. They also talked about how they were cleaning out their closets and the diaper pantries, getting rid of any of the old clothing and diapers that they were not going to use at all. These people had disposed of at least ten unopened packages of clean, disposable diapers in the size that fits me. They had also disposed of a ton of folded onesies, footed sleepers with cute prints on them, several white onesies, a couple of torn up and worn out dark blue onesies, and a few stained up, and worn out baby blue onesies. They had also emptied their whole week’s worth of wet disposable diapers and in their diaper pails, were quite a few diapers that were not even wet at all, but the tapes had ripped off and were not usable to them any more. They both packed the diapers down a bunch before they put the lid back on. The trash can I was in was just about full but still had enough room at the top to fit at least two more 32 gallon sized trash cans worth of diapers in. It was just as the trash can I was in, was being put onto a hand truck, to be taken over to where the trash men were going to empty it, when a mother came over with a diapered subject that she was going to dispose of and at least three 32 gallon sized trash cans packed full of diapers that she was disposing of. She asked the man to wait for a minute so that she could put her subject and her trash into the can. The man put the can I was in, back down and then walked over to the other trash cans to see how full they were. The lady put her girl into the trash can next to the one I was in, and then she began to pour in the first of three 32 gallon-sized trash cans worth of diapers, into the can I was in. She really, really packed the diapers down with her hands so that she could fit the second can into the can I was in. Now, since I was right near the bottom of the can, the diapers were really, really pressing against me and my face. I had part of a diaper’s plastic pressing against my right cheek, a rather wadded up disposable diaper’s liner pressing against my forehead and a couple of disposable diapers pressing against my chin and into my nose. The lady continued to empty her second load of diapers into the trash can I was in and then she poured in her third load of diaper related trash before she forced the lid back on tightly. Then, the man came over and began to move the can I was in, over to the alley way behind the Daycare. The can I was in, was left along a red brick wall, in a line with other cans that were also completely full of diaper related trash and maybe even a few other subjects too, for all I knew. As the man brought the last of the can and the three carts full of diapers out to the alley way, the trash men pulled up and began to empty the first of the cans in the line-up along the wall. The hopper in the side loading truck was almost full of diapers already and as they poured in more and more from the daycare, they got closer and closer to emptying the can I was in. Then, some one came running out to the truck carrying a VERY well dressed, diapered girl, wearing an expensive dress and a VERY clean and white onesie. “Hey guys, can you take this subject please? I don’t want her any more! She is NOT wetting as many diapers any more and she is too spoiled!” Explained the lady to the trash men. “Lady….we’d be GLAD to take your subject…but….the subject has to be stripped down some before we will take her. We have to be able to see her diaper with a flick of a wrist. She is wearing a dress, which is fine, but you will HAVE to unbutton her onesie for us first before I’ll take her.’ Explained one of the trash men to the lady. So the lady reached under the girl’s dress and then quickly unbuttoned her onesie. Then the lady picked her girl up and then held her up to one of the trash men who just about to take the can I was in and empty it into the truck.

The man took a look under the girl’s dress to see what type of diaper she was wearing, to make sure that she was wearing a thick enough diaper for the long, dirty, tightly packed ride to the diaper disposal plant or transfer station, which ever was the plan. The trash man then raised the girl up a little bit and then laid her down onto her tummy, on top of all of the dirty diapers in the truck’s compactor hopper. Then the man reached down and then took the lid off of the can I was in and then he picked the can up and then tipped it over so that everything in it would spill out into the hopper.

Once all of the diapers, clothing and I fell out into the hopper, he noted that he saw another subject in the load and went over to take a look at the diaper I was wearing.

He pulled the diapers that were covering me, aside while I laid on my back, so that he could take a rather close and personal look at my diaper. Once he was done inspecting my diaper, the man covered me with a whole bunch of diapers and then he hit the switch that activated the compactor. The compactor began to advance into the load of diapers and as it did, the diapers that were on top, began to fall down onto the compactor blade as it shoved the diapers in the hopper, into the container in the back of the truck.

 

Then, the compactor began to retract and the diapers that had fallen on top of it, were forced to stay put while the blade slid back into starting position. The diapered girl and I were on top as the compactor had been started. We fell onto the compactor blade along with a bunch of the diapers that had fallen. I landed on my butt and the girl landed on HER butt too. Both of our diapers got really, really greasy and the girl’s clothing got all stained up as the dirty compactor smashed all of the diapers into the container in the back of the truck. As the blade retracted, my feet came to rest against the edge of something and the blade kept retracting under me, forcing my disposable diaper to endure the sliding and rubbing of the compactor blade as it went under me. The girl was not as fortunate as to be wearing a diaper that was comfy enough and strong enough to endure this. The girl was wearing nothing but a once VERY white and clean thin cloth diaper-service diaper with a large green stripe on it and the diaper also had the name of the diaper-service on the front and back parts of the diaper too. As the blade finished retracting, the diapers and us two subjects, fell down into the bottom of the hopper, on top of a few of the diapers that had not made it into the container. The trash men continued to empty more and more full trash cans into the hopper before they emptied the three cart-loads of diapers into the hopper. This almost filled the hopper up, to the edge of the sides, but the trash men jumped onto the running boards on the side of the hopper and then the truck took off to the next stop, that was two blocks away. When the truck stopped at the next stop, the two trash men jumped down and began to empty the first cans from that stop into the hopper.

There were nothing but clean cloth diapers that had been washed and then disposed of, without being dried at all. The diapers had stains in them that didn’t wash out and there were at least two full trash cans worth dumped into the hopper. Then the next can was emptied and it had nothing but worn but not wet disposable diapers in it.

The next can that the other trash man had emptied, had stuffed animals and fairly new baby clothing in it. One of the trash men turned the compactor on and then they both continued to empty the remaining trash cans into the hopper on top of the compactor blade that was now pressing against all of the squishy diapers and forcing us two subjects into the container in the back. The compactor blade forced me against all of the diapers that had been compacted before and this forced my legs apart and also forced a whole bunch of diapers to get squished against the diaper I was wearing, and my crotch!

Once the compactor retracted, the truck had driven half a block already. The truck drove for about 8 blocks, turning and stopping various times before it turned once more and then came to a stop. The two men jumped down and began to grab their first cans to empty. The first can had diapers in clear plastic bags….some were cloth diapers and others were disposable. All of the diapers were dumped into the hopper and then the other man raised the can the had and then dumped all of the diapers into the hopper. The diapers fell on top of the diapers that had been dumped in by the other man and from what I could see…..they were all loose, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers. Then another can was dumped in and that can had nothing but almost new baby clothing in it…that were slightly messed up in the factory. Then another trash can was emptied into the hopper and it had nothing but half used packs of disposable diapers in a large toddler size and a whole bunch of the wet diapers used from the half empty packages. Then one of the men hand tossed a half a bag worth of loose, clean, dry, cloth diapers into the hopper before he went to help the other man hand toss two bags worth of loose, wet disposable diapers.

Once they were done, they both jumped back onto the running boards and then the truck moved on to the next destination. A few blocks away, a daycare had put out all of their wet disposable diapers, their unwanted cloth diapers, (both clean/dry and or wet) and anything else that they were disposing of that week. The trash truck pulled right up and began to empty the first of ten cans on each side. The other side of the alley had a home that had some one there watching at least six subjects in diapers and, every week, had all ten cans full of loose disposable diapers. As both men dumped their cans into the hopper at the same time, the hopper got fuller and fuller until it became time to run the compactor again. Once the men finished emptying cans on each side of the alley, they both jumped onto the running boards and then the truck took off again. As the truck drove, the diapers in the hopper popped back into the hopper from all of the shaking and bumping that the truck did. The truck drove to the next alley, and to the next stop about four houses down. Once the driver stopped, the driver got out and one of the men working on the right side of the truck went up to take over driving. The driver turned out to be a woman and there was another woman on the other side that also switched with the other man on the left side of the truck. Both women went over to the closest can,  picked it up and then carried their cans over to the hopper. They both dumped their cans into the hopper, banging the cans on the side of the hopper to make sure to get any diapers that might be stuck on the bottom, into the hopper. In one can, there were a whole load of loose, diapers that weren’t rolled up and then in the next trash can, there were a mix of  toddler onesies, old, stained up, formerly wet toddler sized cloth diapers, old, formerly wet toddler sized training pants,  loose, Disposable diapers in a large toddler size, that were not rolled up for disposal, and a whole bunch of large sized disposable training pants.

Then the next can on the right side contained loose unused, still folded disposable diapers with plastic backing…like the old Pampers from the 1990’s had. The diapers were still nice and fresh smelling too. The woman picked the can up and then carried it over to the hopper before she emptied the can’s contents into the hopper.

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Then, the other woman from the other side, emptied a large overflowing can of loose wet disposable diapers into the hopper. then, the woman on the left picked up a baby boy dressed in a rather comfortable Pampers diaper that had just been put on him and then she raised him up over the hopper and then lowered him into it and then placed him onto his tummy, on top of all of the other diapers in the hopper. Then, the woman on the right pushed the compactor’s power button. She touched the slow green button that makes the compactor work slowly instead of fast and hard when the red button is pushed.

As the compactor began to advance onto the load and the baby boy, the two women continued to empty other full trash cans into the hopper on top of the compactor as it advanced. The diapered boy was instructed to stay laying down on his tummy…no matter what…until he and the diapers had been compacted into the container. The diapers that had been dumped on top of the compactor slid back and then forth as the compactor did all of the nice, wet diapers and that nicely diapered boy. Once the compactor began to retract, the diapers on top began to little by little fall into the hopper that now had some space. The last of the overflowing trash cans full of wet diapers and baby clothing were dumped into the hopper from each side and then the mother who had disposed of her boy, brought some of the subject’s favorite clothing out to give to the trash collectors.

The woman on the left, took each item from the mother and then tossed the items through the air and into the hopper. The mother looked surprised….she was hoping that they would put the items aside in the cab or somewhere so that her boy would get them.

This was against Company policy…..The policy stated that all items belonging to any subject that has been clearly disposed of, must be also disposed of.

Right now, the diapered boy had a bunch of wet disposable diapers pressing up against the back of his disposable diaper and he had been pressed into a large pile of disposable diapers and cloth diapers in the container on the truck. Then the woman jumped up onto the running board and then signaled for the driver to go to the next stop, which was about five miles into the middle of nowhere. The next and last stop, was right near the land that had been set aside to become the next diaper disposal above-ground dump. It was just across the dry river bed that was about ten stories deep. The driver would have to drive across a bridge to get to the diaper disposal dump. The dump had it’s own transfer station that transferred all of the loads of diapers, subjects and their clothing, to a large over-sized dump truck that drove to a designated location in the dump to dump it’s load…that made a pile or into an existing above-ground pile. Each pile was left to grow as tall as they could make it until it was time to make another pile. Each pile was left alone and once the dump’s land was completely used up, they would annex to another parcel of land and then do the same thing. The dump would then close the full parcel and then open the new one…and they would continue on and on like this until they hit a snag, or they had to go to another location in another part of the rural part of the city, a long, long ways from reach or smell of the city.  The driver drove down the alley and then stopped at the street. He turned right and then drove the truck down the street to the stoplight. He then turned left and then drove the five miles to the intersection where he turned right again. He then drove down the street a ways before stopping and then turning left down an alley.

He then drove to the middle part of the alley and then stopped. The two women knew this house well. These residents always threw out lots and lots of loose, wet, disposable diapers, unused portions of packages of disposable diapers, training pants that they didn’t like or didn’t work well, and they ALWAYS….had one of the maids bring them freshly cleaned largest cloth diapers they had….in large, white plastic bags, to be disposed of.

The maid would carry these heavy, large, densely packed clear trash bags, full of Toddler sized cloth diapers that had been freshly cleaned just before disposal. The women would have to sit and wait for the maids to bring them each and every bag…and there were over ten bags worth. Once all of these bags had been tossed into the hopper the women would then begin emptying all of the 15 42 gallon sized overflowing trash cans, into the hopper.

The compactor had to be run a few times before the two women were done. Then the two women jumped onto the running boards and then the driver drove the truck over the bridge and over to the diaper disposal above-ground dump, with it’s own transfer station.

The driver pulled into the transfer station and was directed to back up to one of the many large, deep compactors. Then the back of the truck began to raise up and all of the diapers that were in the front part, slid down against the diapers, subjects and stuff near the center of the container that was just about to be emptied. As the container rose, the diapers and us two babies began to slide down towards the open rear tail gate. Once the container stopped rising, the diapers and us two subjects began to spill out and into another larger hopper that was not even nearly full yet. The load of diapers and us two subjects spilled out on top of another truck load worth of wet diapers in large white and black trash bags and a lot of loose wet disposable diapers. Once the trash truck that had collected all of the diapers was empty, it pulled forward and then left. Once that truck left, another larger top loading truck backed up and began to empty it’s load into the deep hopper. Once the truck was done, it too left and another large capacity truck backed in and emptied it’s load into the hopper. this continued until it began to get dark and the hopper had filled to the fill line. It was now time to run the compactor. The compactor started up and began to “do the dirty diapers” in the hopper. My loosely fastened and baggy diaper had been crushed between loads of diapers before but now…my diaper and I were about to be crushed against and between large open bags of disposable diapers! My saggy part of my diaper began to bunch up and press up against me…the bags of diapers behind me began to push up against my diapered bottom…..as my diapered bottom and I were forced into the loose diaper-filled container truck that was parked at the back opening of the transfer station’s compactor. The truck was really just a large dump truck that looked like a container, like those that went on a container ship. As the compactor continued to do the loads of diapers in the compactor at the transfer station, the manager of the whole station and the manager of the above-ground diaper dump just behind the station where the truck was parked, stood nearby, watching as large truck after large truckload of diapers and diaper-related want-nots were being dumped into each of their transfer station’s compactors. There seemed to be a steady stream of trucks of varying sizes, lining up to take their turn, dumping their loads at “their station”.

“You know John…” Said the station’s Manager to the Dump’s Manager

“What Bud.” Answered the Dump’s Manger. “I feel like going over to the sorting area where the truckloads of diapers are going to be dumped down diaper chutes for sorting before they all end up back on open dump trucks for transport to the piles they are going to be sent to. I want to see just how many subjects the dump just got this week. Last week, the dump got over six subjects and do you know what those subjects are being used for right now?” Asked John to Bud.

“Why Yes! I do John. I have a few of the subjects being used by the dump’s Lab who continually test diaper samples received each week, from each new pile that is created and that already exist, to make sure that none of the diapers in each pile, get bugs in them or that any mold get into them. You see, we even use a few of the subjects to test our anti mold, anti-mildew agents that we constantly spray onto the loads of diapers and the subjects that arrive here. The lab circulates each and every subject through their lab at least twice a month until one or more of the subjects are either flushed down one of our “specialty toilets” along with a bunch of cloth diapers, or some one buys the subject from us, like a diaper company or something….but we always know that each subject bought from us, will always return to us after that subject is disposed of again. We are the ONLY diaper dump in this area. There are others….in a place called “Diaper Land” but that is over 2,000 miles away from here….we receive diapers and related items, from over 14 counties….and we…are one of the greener “Diaper Disposal” dumps too. Why our lab…also uses a lot of the diapers in their composting methods and sometimes, they also insert a subject into their compost pile, burying the subject just past their diaper….they even do this with the subjects who wear cloth diapers too sometimes, and only if they are ordered to do so with that subject.” Explained Bud to his co-worker and Dump Manager, John. “There are also several diaper composting methods that the lab uses…a few that they themselves, made up. Like for instance, there is a method that they made up, just for diapered subjects, that they call “Whole-Diaper Composting”. It’s where they bring the subject and their diaper (while it is still on them)that is being composted, over to a designated “Whole-Diaper Composting” area and then they lead them through a door in what looks like a “greenhouse” that is used just for composting only. Then, once the subject is measured up to the waistband of their diaper and a hole in the ground is made that is satisfactory, the subject is put into the hole and then a bunch of diapers that were designated for Whole-Diaper composting are then poured into the hole with the subject. The diapers are layered in a little at a time. First, the subject gets some special “composting soil” poured in that cover their feet, then a layer of diapers that go up to their knees, then a layer of composting soil and then some more diapers and if that person feels like pouring more composting soil up to the subject’s nipples on their chest, they have to ask for permission from me….I then have to go over there and take a look at the situation and once I do…get a look, I can approve or deny them permission or not. If I grant that person permission, they can make a “mound” around the subject with the layers of diapers and soil right up to the subject’s nipples on their chest. The subject can only be kept in that hole for up to a week before that subject, but not their diaper, has to be taken out of the hole and then brought back into the nursery for a real clean-up. Once the subject is pulled out of the hole, more diapers are poured into the hole and then more soil is poured on top of the diapers thus filling the hole. When there is no more room for more holes, we simply put up another “greenhouse” and then prepare the soil to get the Composting soils that we use, put in. Once the “greenhouse” is ready for use, we bring in more subjects and diapers. We first let the labs do what ever THEY…want to do with the subjects for as long as they need them for, before the subject either gets put into the “Compost cart”, the “Flushing Cart” or…the cloth diaper laundry cart. Sometimes, there is a cart in the labs that is used to bring the diapers & subjects used in experiments to a “Disposal Nursery” where everything from diapers of all types and styles to subjects are held right before they all are taken to a large pit near the back of the dump and then all of the diapers and any subjects get dumped into the dirt pit where they are left for months at a time. There are staff members hired and trained to feed each subject in the pit and to feed each subject while they are being composted.” Explained Bud to John, the Diaper Transfer Station Manager.

“Well Bud, I think that I am going to go up to the Compactor Control station and watch from a “bird’s eye view as the diapers get dumped into the hoppers and then get compacted again. Sorry about the pun…bird’s-eye cloth diapers are nice but only when they are made into pre-folds. I am going to start thinking about making one of the compactors a “cloth only” diaper compactor. I am also going to think about sending out a all diaper collector’s memo that asks that they designate at least one or more of their trucks as a “Cloth Diaper Only” collection truck so that we can have the loads come in pre-sorted. Then…you won’t have to go through that extra step and extra cost either. If there is an extra cost, we’ll just pass it on to the collection companies and thus the home owners.” Explained john as they both parted ways….to go and do their jobs.

Just as Bud was getting to the sorting area, one of the sorters ran across a subject diapered in a rather thin disposable diaper with one tape on each side. The subject’s diaper wasn’t wet yet at all so the sorter placed the subject in a cart that was headed straight to the diaper labs. Bud saw this and then went down the metal staircase to tell the sorter where he’d rather have that subject sent.

“Excuse me…hold on, did I see you put that subject in the cart that is bound for the labs?” asked Bud to the sorter.

“Um….yes, I did put the subject in that cart….is there another cart that you’d like me to put them in instead?” Asked the sorter.

“Yes, I’d like that subject to go directly to the nursery. She is going to serve us as a wet cloth diaper laundry test item for a while until I can get the formula of our diaper detergent just right. I need to be able to wash wet cloth diapers and then dry them too and the best way to do this is to have a whole nursery full of subjects who wear nothing but cloth diapers. I will also get you a large plastic barrel to have the diapers that you think should be placed in piles, put into. If you see a subject that fits those criteria, also put them into that barrel too. If you feel like it, you may…check any of the subject’s diapers for wetness or for size, type, style and any other information you think might be needed, alright? Here is a clipboard so that you can log that information for me. Turn in these sheets when you punch your time card at the end of every shift. Make sure that all of your team members also do the same thing. I am making you…into our first…”Team lead”….what do you think of that?” Asked Bud to the newly appointed “Team lead.”

“WOW! I like that. You will tell me what my job responsibilities are though right?” Said the new team lead. “yep. I will call you over to my office during your lunch time, right before you have to go back to your station. I already have some one filling your position at lunch. Since this dump just opened last week, and we closed the other one, there will be lots of other positions opening up here….we are going to be branching out and also incorporating a few other companies in the near future. I can only tell you this for now….we will be making diapers, selling diapers and collecting diapers that have been disposed of. Lots of opportunities to make money. Always remember this; I pay you to actually care about the subjects and their diapers, even when they both are being disposed of or recycled. I don’t hire those who show that they DON’T!” Explained Bud to the new team lead. “Thanks Bud, I’ll do my best…..” Said the new team lead as she walked back to her station. Bud began to walk around the sorting station, watching all of the “teams’ of sorters, sorting through the cloth diapering items, the few subjects and the disposable diapers. He stopped to take a look at one of the sorters who had put a subject with a cloth diaper on, in the cart that had “Disposable Diapers” printed on it. Bud stood there, about three-feet behind the sorter, as the sorter took a handful of cloth diapers and put them into the cart on top of the subject. (hmmmmm why is this person putting cloth diapers into the disposable diaper cart? That is what the “Cloth Diaper cart” is for.) “Excuse me…hit the stop button….ok, I think you misunderstood. The cloth diapers and all items made of cloth, go into the cloth diaper cart and all of the disposable diapers and other items made for disposal, are to be put into the Disposable Diaper Cart. If a subject is wearing a disposable diaper, put that subject into the “Disposable Diaper Cart”. If the subject is wearing a Cloth Diaper, that subject goes into the “Cloth Diaper Cart” ok?, don’t put any more cloth diapers into the disposable diaper cart from now on.” Explained Bud to the fairly new sorter. Then Bud stood out of the way while the start button was pushed and the conveyor belt started again. He watched the sorter for a while to confirm that the sorter was sorting things correctly before the continued on his stroll through the sorting area. Once Bud passed the station that he had stopped at and went over to the cloth diaper sorting station, the went straight over to the part where the cloth diapers and subjects were being sprayed with the anti-mold-anti-mildew chemicals. He watched the subjects and the disposable and cloth diapers go in wet, dry, clean and stained up, he also watched the subjects and diapers come out of the other end soaking wet and slightly covered in gloppy colored gels.

He also watched as the handlers picked the subjects and the soaking wet diapers up and put them into another cart that was going to be taken to the part of the room where the cloth diapers would be chosen to go to either the toilet, the recycling machine or be taken to the labs. Each cart full of cloth diapers and subjects wearing cloth diapers, had been brought in, mixed up with the disposable diapers and subjects wearing disposable diapers.

The local cloth diaper service also had their own diaper collection truck that came around, collecting only cloth diapers…and any unwanted subjects that were wearing unwanted cloth diapers. The Diaper Service would bring in the loads of cloth diapers and subjects, then they would send the entire load of diapers and any subjects, to be soaked, washed an then rinsed. Then the soaking wet diapers get sorted and any of the diapers that are torn up or worn out, are pulled out and then sent to a shredder. Any subjects wearing worn out cloth diapers, also got sent to the shredder with the cloth diapers in a load. Once the Cloth Diapers were sorted, the ones NOT going to the shredder or being flushed were left, the labs would get what was left over and the Dump’s Nursery would also get some. The cloth diapers were used on the subjects in the nursery and in the labs. Once the subjects reached the labs with their cloth diapers on, the labs would bring each and every subject over to a receiving nurse for inspection. Once each subjects passed or failed inspection, the subjects that passed, were placed into cribs to wait for some one to pick them up for use in experiments or for use in work duties. The ones that failed, were all placed into large carts along with any of the diapers that were headed to the toilets, to be flushed. The rejected subjects and diapers were stored in a large room until some one decided to roll the carts down to the toilets for flushing. It would sometimes be close to several months before the rejected diapers and subjects were taken to be flushed by the labs. Any subjects would be sure to be fed and given bottles during the waiting time and their last feeding and bottle right before each subject got flushed.

I was one of the subjects that got sprayed with Anti Molding and Anti Mildew chemical gels and then I was sent through the sorting area of the conveyor belt. One of the sorters picked me up and off of the belt and then I was laid down into a cart full of disposable diapers. Once I was laid into the cart on my back, some one came over to the cart to check my diaper for comfort. “Well….it looks like you are going to be getting a nice dry diaper to wear. In a few minutes, some one will be by to roll the cart you are in, over to the area where all of the disposable diapers are dumped into one of the dump trucks and then you will be taken to where your new pile will be. Once you are dumped out and into your pile, the staff member who is working in that area, will come and choose if you are going to get a dry disposable diaper or if you are going to go to the labs which requires you to wear a cloth diaper with no plastic pants. If You are staying in the pile, you will only get your disposable diaper changed once a day. Then you will get dowsed with another dose of Anti-Mold and Anti-Mildew gels before you are left alone for the night. During the night-shift, the night staff and security can do what ever they wish with you, as long as they have you placed right back in the same pile that they got you from, they get you back in a disposable diaper that is comfortable, and dry. Once you belong to the dump, anyone who works here, can do what ever they want to you or with you, as long as they put you back into the same pile with a diaper on. We don’t care what our staff does with you, for all I care, they can take you over to have your disposable diaper soaked in a toilet, then have you put into one of our many bailing machines or our stationary compactors. If you were wearing a cloth diaper, the only thing that can’t be done with any subject is, that No subject can be flushed or disposed of in any way, without written consent prior to disposal. So as long as the staff member returns you to where they got you, they can do what ever they wish with you and the diapers in the dump.” Stated the chatty lady with an apron on over her scrubs, talking to me. “I am here to inspect your diaper for comfort levels. It looks like your diaper will last until you are brought to the pile that you will be left in. It will be up to who works there at the section of land where your pile is to change you or not. They will be responsible for getting you dressed up in  diapers and a onesie if some one requests that you be dressed for any particular task or event.” Stated the lady with the apron as she put me into one of the trash cans filling up with disposable diapers that were going to be dumped into one of the many dump trucks that were driving over to where new piles of disposable diapers were being made. Just as the lady put me into the trash can, the can I was in was taken over to the side of the large, deep, dump truck where it was dumped into the truck that was quickly filling up with nothing but loose, open, unwrapped disposable diapers that had been pre-sorted. I landed in the load of loose, open, disposable diapers that was in the dump truck and then I was quickly covered with more loads of loose disposable diapers until the whole truck was over filled. Then, once no more diapers could be loaded into the truck, the truck drove a short ways down a dirt road which went up a long, hill and then turned to the left, hard, before it went straight, passing large, tall piles of disposable diapers from the 80’s that had been there since then too. Once the truck drove passed piles made last week, the area where this week’s piles of disposable diapers were going to be. The pile I was going to be dumped into, was off of the road a ways, set behind the piles that were right next to the dirt road. The truck turned right and then drove a short distance to the new pile that was being formed. The back of the dump truck raised up and all of the diapers began to fall and slide down into the pile. I slid down and then fell into the pile like I was jumping off of a diving board, legs out and diapered butt first. It kind of looked the way a person does when they get to the end of a water slide and sort of glide into the pool at the end, only instead of a slide and a pool, it was a dump truck and a pile of loose disposable diapers, falling onto the ground, separate from all of the other piles, for some reason. Once the dump truck was empty, it drove back to where it was going to be refilled with more loose disposable diapers to bring to this and other piles nearby.

There were several trucks all dumping their huge loads into the pile of loose, wet disposable diapers. Each of the new piles created in the area, had a sign put up, designating these piles by the date they arrived and were dumped into the piles.

Each week that passed, a new sign went up and the diapers from that and other weeks, were then put into new piles from that week, into new areas.

This week, was particularly odd because more wet disposable diapers and unwanted cloth diapers had come to the dump this week, than other weeks in the past year.

The Dump was new….and some of the piles from the OLD diaper dump, had been moved to THIS NEW dump. Now, there were some subtle differences in the new diaper dump, from the old one, in the new diaper dump, there were staffing office buildings right near the areas where each week’s piles were being dumped. There were also small open cubicle-like structures really close to each pile. These areas, were for “servicing” babies, Changing their diapers, transitioning the subjects from the labs back to the piles, Transitioning the subjects from when other staff members use the subjects in “tasks” or in the course of their work during each day. When a subject is brought back from the labs, the subject has to be checked out to make sure that the labs haven’t left the subject with chemicals that could make the subject uncomfortable. If the labs don’t clean the subject after they are done with them, the subject must be cleaned up a little bit before going back into the diaper pile. The subject is taken over to the “servicing area” and their diaper is taken off and tossed into the pile, then the naked subject is escorted over to a room where a whole bunch of cloth diapers are, about to be put through a wash cycle and a drying cycle in the washing machines and the various driers. The subject is then brought over to a counter where they are laid down onto their backs so that the subject can have one of the dirty, formerly wet cloth diapers put on them. Then, the subject is taken over to either a pile of cloth diapers or a laundry cart full of cloth diapers, Now, depending on the orders given by the pile staff member, the subject is either taken to a specially built toilet, (made for flushing subjects and large loads of unwanted or un-needed cloth diapers and other cloth items, like old onesies, old stained up white t-shirts, old crib sheets and blankets, and other items of clothing too.) or taken over to the laundry room for a good, long washing in a load of wet cloth diapers.  If the subjects is ordered to be flushed in a load of cloth diapers & other stuff, then the subject gets loaded into the toilet with their feet dangling into the hole at the bottom. Then, the toilet is loaded up until the bowl is so full, the locking lids can hardly be lowered, locked and then the toilet gets flushed after everything in the toilet bowl gets a good soaking. Once the load has been flushed, another load is loaded into the bowl and if there are any subjects to be flushed, the subjects are loaded after half of the bowl is full again. If there are any subjects that need to be washed, that subject is loaded into the side loading washer along with all of the diapers that will fit into the tumbler. Then, some diaper detergents are poured into the washer and then the door is closed, locked and then the cycle is set before the buttons are pushed. A half hour later, the loads are all pulled out and the subjects have their diapers checked out before some one takes the subject, over to have their diapers removed so that their diapers can go into the driers or be hung up on the lines to dry. The subjects that were washed, get sent back to their staff members, and the staff members take their subjects over to the “Servicing Areas”, where the subjects get previously worn or previously wet, disposable diapers, before being tossed back into their piles…until some one needs them again.

The ladies who were working in the area that my pile was in, came over to the pile and started to rummage around in it, looking for any possible subjects that were reported to be in this pile. Once one of the ladies found me, I was brought over to the servicing area where my now soaking wet, disposable diaper was unfastened, laid open flat on the changing table, and then it was pulled out from under me, and tossed right into the pile I used to be in. Then, the lady who had taken my diaper off, handed me over to another one of the ladies who worked in this section, who was going to take me right over to the labs, for use in ten or more experiments. Some of the experiments, where chemical, ( Like making new diaper detergents, disposable diaper fragrances, new and improved versions of Anti-Mold Gels and Anti Mildew sprays and making more potent versions of “Diaper Dirtying” Chemicals for the Cloth Diaper Dirtier machines.) some where creating new ways to either clean a disposable diaper or a cloth diaper, or experimenting with new equipment or taking existing equipment and making it do the opposite thing it was meant to do….like,( taking an old washing machine and making it “Dirty Up” the diapers instead of washing them, Using an old drier to break up old disposable diapers after they had been sent through an industrial washing machine, or finding ways to make industrial shredders, grinders and other equipment, subject safe, and so that they could pass a cloth diapered subject through a shredder, and then the subject would come out not wearing a diaper at all, without a scratch.)

Once I was at the labs, I was handed over, turned over to some one who’s job it was to take the subjects over to get the first layers of diapers for their first experiment of the day. (Sometimes, a baby could be used in experiments over a course of a week, maybe even more.) I was taken over to a dirty changing table laid down, and four clean cloth diapers were put on me. Then, I was carried over to the room where there were a bunch of scientists, working on new chemicals for cloth diapers. I was turned over to another lady, who was wearing a maroon apron and scrubs underneath. I was then put down onto my bare feet and made to walk over to a crib that was attached to the wall, that had an opening for a laundry chute, after they were done with the experiments. I was made to climb into the crib, then the side was pulled up and locked. Then the top was lowered and then locked as well. Then the chubby lady in the maroon apron and scrubs, went over to a cart full of cloth diapers and began to get them ready to use in the dirty chemical experiments.

“Do you have the subject ready for the experiments yet?” asked one of the scientists to the chubby lady in the maroon apron. “Yes, I do. The subject is in the crib over there, just waiting to be experimented on. The subject is wearing four rather thick, clean, white cloth diapers, like all of you want your subjects to be wearing.” Said the chubby lady in the maroon apron and scrubs to the one scientist who asked her the question.

“good, now, can you go and get him out of the crib, and then carry him over here to this large stainless steel, hopper-funnel, and then just put him into it, along with that whole cart-load of cloth diapers please?” Asked the scientist to the chubby lady in the maroon apron. “Sure. No problem. Coming right up!” said the chubby lady in the maroon apron as she came back over to the crib, raised the top, lowered the side, forcefully grabbed me out of the crib, then carried me over to the stainless steel hopper-funnel thing, where she raised me up and loaded me into it, then she rolled the cart that she had been preparing for the experiment, over close to the hopper-funnel. She then began to hand load arm-fulls of cloth diapers into the hopper-funnel thing with me still in it. Once the hopper-funnel thing was too full, the scientist went over to some controls and then began to push buttons, flip toggle switches and pull levers. The first lever opened the valve that had been keeping the stuff in the hopper-funnel thing from falling down into the bottom of the funnel part. Once I was pulled into the funnel and down into the dark, smelly pipes, I realized that I was headed into some sort of machine that bathed everything that had been dumped into it, in all sorts of bad smelling, gooey, slimy, staining chemicals & liquids.

A few minutes after I had been sucked into the machine with all of the cloth diapers, The load and I were now being routed into a diaper dirtier machine that had been adapted to spray various experimental, bad smelling, gooey, slimy, chemicals, gels, and other nasty liquids, onto the diapers and I until the cycle ended. Then, some one opened the side-loading door, reached in with hands that had long,  black, latex rubber gloves on them, and a white paper, protective suit. The person pulled the load of diapers and I out of the machine and then put the load and I into a large stainless steel tub that they were filling up with some sort of foaming chemical. The chemical began to react with the other chemicals that had been squirted onto the load of diapers and I in the adapted diaper dirtier. Then, the outer layer of diapers that I was wearing became very gray looking in color, they smelled sweet,  like a new pampers diaper, and was really, really gooey! Then, the load of diapers and I landed onto a stainless steel chute that dropped the load and I onto a moving conveyer belt that took the diapers and I through a cinderblock wall, and then into an enclosed area that had old leaf-green paint all over it and the paint had rubbed off where the moving parts had scraped against the sides continuously. The first thing to happen to my diaper and I on the conveyor belt was……like a set of old printing rollers ( one on the bottom and one on the top, like a piece of paper being pulled into a computer printer.) to roll up my feet, then my legs and all of the way up to my pelvis,  pressing itself into my diapers squeezing some of the excess liquids out of them. This happened to each and every single diaper in the load that was coming down the conveyor belt.  Once I was passed this stage, it was on to the next stage on the conveyor belt. Since my cloth diapers had now been stained, sprayed with deodorants, and now it was going to be time to be taken off of the belt and then taken to where all of the cloth diapers were going to be sent to be dried before they would be brought to the science room, to be used in experiments, as the subject of those experiments. But since I was not allowed to be IN the drier, the diapers I was wearing were taken off and the diaper was taken to the drier, along with the rest of the load, while I was brought back to the lab where I was diapered in some other rather soft, stained up, slightly holey, four layers of diapers with rips and tears in the top part of the diapers. Then, once I was diapered, I was then carried over to a padded, leather table where I was laid down onto my back and then strapped down. My wrists, my arms, at my elbows, my legs and my chest, were all strapped down well so that I couldn’t move much. Then, some one else, brought a whole stack of cloth diapers that would fit me, over to the table where they put the diapers down, on the table, next to my right arm.

Then, on the little silver, stainless steel bed-side table, like you see in surgical rooms, that have all of the scalpels and stuff like that on, some one put a whole stack of cloth diapers to be used for rags, during the experiments. Then another person came and put some small plastic bottles with various different liquids in them. Some were green, some were red or a deep maroon, some were blue while MOST of the liquids were clear. Then, that person left and then returned shortly carrying some tall jars with tongue depressors, cotton swabs, cotton balls, and water-proof medical styled tapes in them. Then, some one else came in carrying some white plastic jugs with tops on them that had molded tubing built in to the tops, made for squirting liquids onto things, like doctors & nurses sometimes use to irrigate a wound in the field. These containers had very thick, nasty looking liquids in them. One of the liquids was a very dark color, almost a black color.

While all of the supplies were being brought in and made ready, all of the actual scientists, were in the other room, getting their scrubs on, their white science lab coats on, and their disposable hair caps put on. It would only be a few more minutes before all of the scientists, lab assistants, and their studies would all come into the lab to do their experiments.

Some one came in, rolling a large cart full of other cloth diapers that were all going to be used in this and the other experiments that were going to take place in this room that day.

The person who was responsible for taking care of me, changing my diaper, if it was asked, or feeding me anything that was asked to be given to me by the scientist, came over to the right side of the bed, turned on the large overhead light (JUST like the ones that are used in surgeries, in the dentist offices and in some doctor’s offices.) so that the Scientist would be able to see the area(s) that they would be working on, and then she said: “Ok, boy,  it’s almost experiment time. You better be good while you are being experimented on….or, I will be forced to come back and take you out of here, and then over to one of our many punishment areas. Believe me, you DON’T want…to be in one of these…trust…me! Well, if they tell me to change your diaper or if they want me to give you a bottle or something, I will be around to get that done for them. TATA!” Said the Lady as she stepped away from the table and went over to her station to get things ready that might be needed during the experiment.

Just then, the door opened and all of the people that were going to be standing around the table I was strapped to, doing the experiments on my diapers and I, walked in. The Scientists all had several people standing around them, as if they were personal assistants or something.

“Ok, people, its time to get started. Today, we are lucky enough to be able to have a subject and some diapers to use in our experiments. First things to check before you do ANY thing….are, to see if your subject has a diaper or some layered diapers on, and this one does, to make sure that you have enough diapers on hand just in the off chance that you may need to have the subject changed into a drier diaper or set of diapers, your chemicals that you are going to use and any tools that you are going to be using in the experiments, and some available water, just in case you need to rinse off any of the chemicals. The next things to check are, to make sure that you have a place to dispose of the diapers and your subject when you are done with them. Are you all ready to get started?” Asked and explained the Scientist to everyone around the table.

“Yes, I am…sir! I just want to get to the experiments! When…are we going to start? Asked one of the assistants. “We will be starting now, just you wait. You’ll have plenty….of things to do to the subject and the diapers. Once we are done with the subject and his diapers, the subject and his diapers will be transported directly to a toilet where the subject and the diapers will get soaked, rinsed and then the diapers will be pulled out and then taken over to a diaper shredder where the subject’s diaper and the diapers that we used, will be shredded up and then packed up so that the shreddings can be sold off to some disposable diaper company or some one wanting some cotton shreddings. “ Explained the scientist.  “First thing we are going to apply to his diapers is this new chemical that will soon be used to instantly get rid of germs that his diapers have after the wets them.

Once this is applied to his diapers, once the subject wets in them, his diapers can be worn through at least three wettings. This chemical also takes out all of the acids and bacteria that are present in each wetting. Now, pour the chemical all over him and his diapers….don’t be afraid to get any on him….use up ALL of the chemicals we have here too.” Instructed the scientist to his assistants.

“Now that we’ve got his diapers all nice and wet, it is now time to make sure that they will dry up quickly too. This is an agent that will cause the wetness in his diapers to dry up VERY quickly, so quickly in fact, that not even mildew or mold will have a chance to set in…they will just flake off instead. Now, be VERY liberal when you smear this stuff all over the baby and his cloth diapers now….use ALL of the amounts that we have here or they won’t be effective, ok?” Instructed the Scientist.

You will be needing these rubber gloves to apply this chemical…..if you get any on ya, go over to the sink right away and wash it off….it will…dry your skin out….but NOT our baby subject’s skin though, because the subject has been prepared with other chemicals before the was brought in here.” Said the scientist with a confident level of assurance.

The Assistants put their gloves on and then began to slather on the gel-like chemical. The chemical felt cold and slimy as it was being smeared all over my diapers and I.

Once the chemical had been completely smeared all over my diapers and I, the scientist proceeded to sprinkle some yellow powder all over my diapers and I. The powder, was to neutralize odors and get rid of Mold and Mildew. Once the powder was applied, one of the assistants began to unfasten my diapers so that a cream could be applied to my diapering areas around my pelvis, my butt, hips and tummy. Once the cream was applied, it was now time to refasten my cloth diapers. The diapers were fastened rather tightly before I was then let out of the restraint cuffs at my ankles, my arms and feet, and hands, not to mention my chest. I was then carried over to my caregiver and handed over to her. My caregiver told the assistant with the plastic clothes on, to just lay me down in the cart full of the diapers, (that had already been used in prior experiments) & that she would take care of me from there.

My Caregiver put on her plastic apron, she then put on her rubber gloves and then she picked me up, carried me over to a changing station that was really dirty and stained up from all of the chemicals used in the labs. My Caregiver lady then began to unfasten my cloth diapers to make sure that the diapers inside, were still wearable or not. Of course, the diapers were still wearable, since I had been layered in four layers of cloth diapers. Then my caregiver refastened all of the layers of cloth diapers nice and tightly & snuggly because she knew where I was headed next.

“Ok boy, it’s sadly time for you to be taken over to the new cloth diaper compactors and then loaded up inside. Once I turn you over to the people who work there, you are in their custody, temporarily. If they feel like it, they CAN take all of these diapers off and then diaper you in a disposable diaper. They can either hand you over to the people who work at the disposable diaper compactors or they can take you back over to the transfer station where you WILL be re-sorted with all of the diapers that have been emptied into the transfer station compactor. They can do whatever they want to you and your diapers!” Explained my caregiver. “So, time to go now, I am going to carry you all the way over to the cloth diaper compactors now.” Stated my caregiver picking me up and carrying me over to the compactors. It took my caregiver 6 minutes to get to the compactor that she was going to leave me at. Once she and I got there, my caregiver put me down onto my bare feet and made me stand near the hopper while she went over to the people working to load the compactor to tell them of me. A few seconds later, my caregiver walked right past me and then out of sight. Right as I turned to look at what may be ahead of me, a very large man came over and picked me up, carried me over to the side of the compactor and then loaded me into it. Then things became quite fuzzy and hazy….as the others began to dump in large janitorial trash carts full of cloth diapers into the compactor.

Things continued to fade into a whiteness. Then the scene changed….into a memory flashback……………………………………

Or WAS it?

Read on to Chapter 2 for more……

               

 

 

               

 

  Time For Disposal Chapter two: Diaper Trash Day-Spring Cleaning

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, the ages are represented as mental & emotional ages NOT physical ages. Adults who are developmentally delayed, emotionally stunted, or permanently disabled, in physical sense or mental sense, for the purpose of using them as a metaphor for how we actually treat the disabled. (As represented in all parts of this story: “Time for Disposal”-See heading)  A few “Characters” are “little people-Midgets.” There IS NO Pedophilia or the likeness of it, involved! Subjects: Disabled, Cultures that reject their Disabled, Diapers, Dirty Diapers, Garbage Collectors, What’s-in-your-trash.) 

Foreword: In SOME cultures, like in Samburu, Kenya and in Germany during the Nazi Regime, The Disabled are often Killed, Maimed, left for dead, sold and even starved as well as poisoned. (The Action T4 program)

The tale I am about to tell, is one of a possible future, if things keep going the way they are currently. Society is growing more and more weary of paying for healthcare for those who aren’t productive! Eventually, society might reconsider things like Euthanasia, and forced elective suicide to alleviate the costs of healthcare and maintenance costs for the disabled. In MY tale, a section of the USA and Kenya have decided to allow each of the Disabled Subjects and their Caregivers to chose how and the methods in which to effectively “get rid of” these subjects to both alleviate the costs and to alleviate their suffering. The Republicans have reached a decision in their OWN party to enact a law that allows each disabled “subject” (known as a SUBJECT rather than a person…in this context) to choose the method in which they can be taken away and left to exist at large incontinence product recycling plants and absorbent product processing plants, where these facilities often use these “subjects” for testing, for whatever they need them for. 

Disclaimer-2 While based in SOME historical and cultural facts relating to how the disabled have been and still are treated to this day. This story is mere fiction and may or may NOT coincidentally coincide with real events that have occurred in the past, present or will occur in the future.

Characters:

Mommy- Trisha

Oldest sister Tammy Age: 14

Older sister-Jessica-Age:10

Older disabled brother-Josh-Age:7

Adopted Disabled baby Boy-Brian-Anthony-Age: 5 (He can’t talk, can’t walk and he is forced to wear diapers all of the time.)

Daycare-1 staff member-1-Rachel

Daycare-1 staff member-2-Annette

Daycare-1 staff member-3-

Daycare-1 Cleaning lady-Mary

Daycare 2 Cleaning lady-Guadalupe

Daycare-2 Owner-

Trash Lady (Diaper Garbage Collector) 1- Zoe-Written by an actual female garbage collector Via instant Message

Trash Lady (Diaper Garbage Collector) 2- Sadie

The Owners of the Trash Company: “Zoe & Sadie’s Diaper & Baby Disposal Service”-Zoe & Sadie. ( Logo Illustrated below)

 

There were moments of consciousness where I could see and hear what my mother was saying. She was running beside me with tears in her eyes….I could faintly hear others talking but I could only hear the tones of their voices. A large gasoline tanker had hit our car on the passenger side hard! I had been in the backseat with my older brother.

I had been seated right behind mother and my older brother had been seated behind the passenger seat when the tanker hit the car. My brother had fallen into a very deep coma with burns all over his body while I only had a few cuts, bruises, a bad concussion and a few light burns on my right side. Mother had heavy brain injuries sustained in the accident but she was able to get us two boys out of the car in time before the car exploded! Mother and us two boys had just come back from eating lunch with grandma and were headed home when the accident occurred. Mom’s Buick LeSaber was gone, blown up! The tanker driver didn’t make it, he died of a heart attack while driving the truck and had been dead mere seconds when the truck hit. As the doctors rushed my brother and I into the ER, Mother decided to stay with me, who was in and out of consciousness. I heard my mother tell one of the doctors that I had hit my head pretty hard on the side of the car near where I had been sitting. I then faded back into unconsciousness for a little while before a flash of consciousness came back and a team of nurses, doctors and nurse’s aides were all standing over me or running about getting this or that for the doctors….then I went back to unconsciousness again.

The doctor diagnosed me as being into a deep vegetative state that he wasn’t sure WHEN I was going to come out of or IF I was going to come out of it. The doctor told my mother that IF…I DID come out of the vegetative state, that I may have some severe disabilities.

Mother wasn’t sure WHAT to think. I was only 3 at the time of the accident. The doctor made the decision to move me to the coma ward to keep me until mother decided to either pull the plug or I woke up. For a whole year, mother came to see both of us boys every single day. Then one day, my then 5 year old brother died without regaining consciousness. This made mother really afraid that I was about to do the same. She stopped coming at all.

Meanwhile, inside MY head, what seemed like another life, was going on and I was living it. (Fade into the scene:

After I had been compacted in the Stationary Compactor with all of the diapers, the now full stationary compactor was getting ready to be shut down and made ready for pick-up in two days. After the last load was done, the hopper door was closed and then locked.

The power was shut off and then the other compactor on the right side of the compactor I was in, was powered up and the hopper door was then opened. Everyone who worked to load the compactor I was now in, went to work, filling the other empty compactor up.

While the janitorial staff worked to fill up the other compactor, more and more diapers and a few more subjects were brought down to the disposal area, for disposal. Since the other compactor was running, most of the subjects were put into disposal holding rooms, with large picture windows instead of walls, four rather dirty disposal cribs were inside of the disposal holding room, waiting for some subjects to be put into each one while the subjects waited to be put into the stationary compactor.

The short two days go by, it is now Friday. At around 10:00 am, the roll-back truck arrives to pick up the compactor I am in.  The driver parks the truck, gets out, and walks behind the truck to where the winch is, turns the power on to the winch, then grabs the end of the cable to pull it out so that he can attach the cable to the compactor. Then the man gets the packer part of the unit, detached and disconnected from the power before going back to the truck to start the winch. The compactor lurches a bit and starts to roll up onto the truck. About 18 minutes later, the container is now up onto the back of the truck and then the driver puts on what is called: a diaper….over the container’s opening.

The cover that is applied over the opening, is to keep the trash from falling out. A lot of drivers call this thing a diaper because it serves the same function.

Once all of the necessary protocols are done, the driver gets into the tuck and then drives the nearly 20 miles to the diaper landfill. Once there, the driver backs up to the transfer station compactor pit to dump the load of diapering trash and myself, into the transfer pit.

The driver gets out of the truck after positioning the back of the truck over the pit, and then unlatches the container’s door, then walks back to the cab to tip the back so that the packer container could be emptied. All of the tightly packed diapers inside of the container and I, began to slide out of the container, and fall down into the hopper-pit of the transfer station’s compactor. There were already tons and tons of other loose unbagged, unwrapped, clean and dirty disposable diapers, clean and formerly wet cloth diapers and about six other babies or subjects in the station’s transfer compactor. The compactor was packing the loads of diapers, diapering trash and the six babies-subjects into the intake of a machine that spaced the trash out before it was dumped onto a sorting conveyor belt. Once on the belt, sorters separate the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers and the babies-subjects based on what type of diaper each of them is wearing.

Some of the diaper manufacturing companies, had contracts with this landfill to get babies-subjects, from the landfill, to use as diaper prototype testers, super absorbent polymer (Diaper gel) chemical testers, and laundry soap test-subjects. Some of the poorer families in the area also could come over to the landfill, if they wanted to and could afford to have a baby, could come to the landfill, pick out any of the babies that were there…for a flat fee. Diaper recycling companies also take some of the babies and subjects from the landfill….because they get first dibs on any subjects that come to the landfill as per their contracts. The diaper manufacturer companies also have the same dibs on any subjects. 

The disposable diaper that I was wearing, went up to my neck….it was very saggy and very bunched up. It now had some small rips and tears in it in various places. Some of the stuffing was sticking out of it as I was forcefully shoved into the opening of the intake….of the machine that was spacing out the diapering trash at the landfill’s transfer station. As I entered the intake, diapers again were being crushed and bunched up by the compactors. The compactor cycles, kept lots of pressure on the loads of diapering trash and all of us babies-subjects. This was so that the intake rolling pins (much like a clothing wringer on an old fashioned wash-tub) or better known as feeder pins, could pull 50 lbs of diapers and a baby-subject, into them and then pull them through before the diapers and the subjects were dropped out, into a stainless steel chute that eventually dropped the diapering trash onto the sorting conveyor belt. I passed through the feeder pins with tons of diapers being pressed against me and my damaged disposable diaper.

My diaper was a little wet but not completely soaked just yet. Since my diaper was fastened up to my neck, it had a long ways to go before being completely soaked.

Once I was through the feeder pins, I dropped onto the 70 degree angled, stainless steel chute and went sliding down until it flattened out for a few moments until the chute came to an end…dropping the diapers and I onto a slow moving conveyor belt. The belt took the diapers and I around a left-hand curve then into broad daylight. There were 40 sorters standing at 5-foot intervals along each side of the belt. They were busy picking off the cloth diapers and any babies or subjects, wearing cloth diapers. They were also to check to make sure that no cloth diapers were hidden under disposable diapers that any babies or subjects were wearing. These subjects that were wearing cloth diapers underneath their disposable diapers, were taken off the belt and then taken to a special holding area until someone could come, inspect the diapers, and then decide where that baby or subject was headed and who’s custody they were to be put into. The diaper companies and the diaper recycling companies all had priority over the babies and subjects, any of the babies or subjects that the companies didn’t want, were put up for adoption to the poorer families or sold to whoever wanted to buy them. Any subjects or babies that weren’t bought, or handed over to diaper companies or recycling companies, were kept there at the landfill and used as demonstration subjects….during compactor demonstrations, wet disposal demos…that is when a subject is flushed down a special toilet that takes babies and cloth diapers as well as any cloth items.

I was carried over to the subject holding station that was just a bunch of old plastic cubicles that had old fashioned cribs and playpens in most of them and the changing and inspection stations were at each end of each section of cubicles. The cubicles were outside and in the open, in an area between the composting machines that churned the diapers and any subjects around inside, 360 degrees, every two hours. The compost machines, had a foaming chemical that was sprayed into the compost machine at the beginning of each cycle. Once each day, another set of spray nozzles, sprayed Super absorbent deactivator liquids all over everything inside the composting machines so that the gels were deactivated. Once each week, each of the compost machines was then emptied and then the contents were taken to one of the compost sheds and then the subjects and the diapers from each compost machine, were dropped into an eight-foot pit, until the pit was full. Then, a new pit was dug out and more diapers filled that pit. Once that area was completely full, the steel doors were closed, latched and then locked. Another building, 50 feet from that one, was put up…building each one out of cinderblock and cement. 

Down in landfill section A, four-story underground silos or diaper storage buildings were being filled with disposable diapers. There were steel double doors at each story of each silo or storage building. This way, if someone needed access to that building, and the contents, they could get inside and get to the diapers and any babies or subjects that might be inside.

I was carried over to one of the holding sections and then left inside of an old, dirty crib that had a top on it that locked…so that I couldn’t escape. The crib still had some old formerly wet disposable diapers in it, some old, formerly wet, cloth diapers that had dried and were shoved into one of the corners of the crib. There were also a few old cabbage patch dolls with diapers on that were in fairly bad shape from being compacted so many times. The dolls smelled like dried pee and looked dirty as heck. Dark stains donned their front-sides and backsides. The faces on a few of them, were caved in.

A few minutes later, a red-head lady in a vintage nurse’s uniform came over to the crib I was in and handed me a tall blue baby bottle full of blueberry juice. “Hey there sweetie….I am here to get you something to drink and see if you need your diaper changed. I will come back to check your diaper after you’ve finished that bottle. The landfill has big plans for you. We have custody of you now…..you…are the ward of this landfill.” Explained the red-head woman in the vintage nurse’s uniform. “I have to get you all nice and ready for inspection by the diaper company representatives who are coming by to look at all of the babies that we got, in the past week. If they don’t take any of you babies, then we offer you all to the diaper recycling companies. Any of you that they don’t take, we put up for sale to the public. Then, any of you that aren’t bought, we keep here and use you and your diapers, for various demos and for landfill operations as well as mandatory operations, which could be…anything from composting, to staff trainings, to equipment maintenance. Who knows, the owner of this landfill, might take you over to his other business, and keep you there as one of his subjects.” Explained the woman in the vintage nurse’s uniform talking to me. “I’ll be back in 30 minutes to see if you’ve finished your bottle and to check your diaper.” Said the woman before she left.

I laid down inside of the crib, the vinyl of the dirty mattress against my fully diapered body, drinking the tall, 16 ounce blue baby bottle full of blueberry juice. Before I knew it, the woman had returned, to take the bottle from me, and check my diaper and change it if it needed it. “Ok sweetheart….it’s time to check your diaper….I am going to get you all nice and cleaned up for inspection…..there aren’t many clean diapers around right now….most of the clean diapers or the somewhat usable ones, all go to the nursery…to be used on the babies there. You’ll just need to settle for being in a drier diaper than the one you have on right now.” Said the woman as she unlocked the crib’s top, raised it, then lowered the side. “Ok, little one….take my hand and we’ll go to the changing station together.” Said the woman offering her left hand for me to take hold of. Once I took her hand, the woman led me up the row then she turned right and then left which took us to another set of open outdoor cubicles that were all separate changing stations. She walked down the row looking for one that was open and available.

“Here we go….now UP……you go….now…sweetie, lay down…time to change your diaper now. That a boy…..now, my orders are to keep any and all diapers that I take off of you, with you so that who ever inspects you, can see that you wet your diapers like you are supposed to, and so that they can do what THEY want, with the diapers afterwards.” Explained the woman in the vintage nurse’s outfit.

Then the nurse began to unfasten the tapes on my diaper near my neck. Once she had unfastened my diaper, she opened it up and then lifted my butt for a long minute so to pull the whole diaper out from under my shoulder blades. Then she dropped the diaper onto the ground while she grabbed one of the drier disposable diapers from one of the nearby piles of diapers. “Here you go little diapered one…..this ought to make you a little more comfortable than you were.” Said the nurse as she lifted my bottom and slid the diaper under me. Then the nurse put some used but dry old booster pads/diaper doublers into the diaper to make it thicker and more absorbent. Then the nurse pulled the diaper up, and then fastened the tapes. A few of the tapes didn’t want to stick any more so the nurse took out a roll of strong masking tape and then applied the tape over the old tapes to make new tape tabs. Once my diaper was fastened, the nurse pulled me up and made me sit on the changer for a few minutes while she went over to a set of cabinets in one of the changing stalls, to get some wipes. She then brought the wipes over and then began to use the wipes to clean me up some. “There you go sweetie. As clean as I can get you for now, without sending you to the cloth diaper rinsing stations.” Stated the nurse bending down, tucking the pile of used wipes into my old diaper. The nurse then picked my old diaper up, then put the tapes back onto the front to hold the diaper together for a while until something could be done with it. Then the nurse took me by my left hand and then led me back over to where she had took me from. She helped me back into the crib, she tossed my slightly wet diaper into the crib with me, and then she raised the side and then lowered the top and then locked it. “Ok sweetie…..inspection time is in one hour….I will be back in 45 minutes to get you out and take you over to the inspection area. There are several people that are working in this department so…if you need something, cry if you want……ok?” Then the nurse left the area and the staff members that worked there, brought in a Rubbermaid plastic bin full of formerly wet disposable diapers, and a bin full of some formerly wet cloth diapers too. The staff members, all females, were busy making sure that there were enough dry diapers on hand and also busy gathering up any wet diapers that needed to be tossed onto a pile or into one of the many underground diaper storage silos. Once of the staff member women came over to my crib and then turned to ask her boss; “Hey boss, does this subject go out to the composting machines?” Asked the staff member, crouched down and looking at my diaper and I.

Then the woman’s boss yelled back; “no, he stays right here. Look at the tag to see what the orders are, then come back here and help me carry all of these heavy diapers over to diaper storage…ok?” said the boss. Then the staff member walked away and went back to work. A few minutes later, the nurse came back. “Hi there little one…..time to take you to your inspection now…..is your dipee still nice and dry?” asked the nurse talking to me in babyish tone of voice. Then the nurse unlocked and raised the top and then lowered the side of the crib. She reached in and helped me out of the crib. She offered me her left hand and then I reached out to take it. She took my hand and then we both walked out of the area, past the diaper silos, past…the composting area, past the sorting area, past the large building where tons and tons of cloth diapers were currently being flushed, and then the nurse led me over to another area near the front, close to the transfer station, where there were fourteen cribs, about eight of the cribs were occupied. The nurse led me to the first unoccupied crib and then she helped me into it. She then raised the side and then lowered and locked the top. She also had been carrying an old dirty looking diaper bag on her right shoulder that I hadn’t seen. The bag contained the old diaper that she had taken off of me earlier and a few other diapers that had little wet spots in them but still could be used. She slung the diaper bag over the head board post and then she leaned down and looked at me through the bars. “Ok little one, I’ll be back to check on you, if you are still here when I get back, I’ll take you over to the area where we do the baby yard sale. Remember, if no one takes you from there, I’ll simply take you over to the demonstration arena and sign you over to them, ok?” Explained the nurse before she walked away.

About five minutes later, several groups of people came over to where the cribs were. They walked past the cribs stopping to look at each of us, poke their fingers into our diapers and ask a bunch of questions about each of us. Then, a couple of the technicians that worked in this area, came over and began to open all of the cribs up, taking each of us babies out and making us stand up in front of each crib.

Then, six representatives from different companies, diaper manufacturer, diaper recycling companies,  trash companies, and a few other private companies as well.

Each rep, came over to each of us babies, one at a time, leaned down to poke at our diapers, turn us around, to look us over from the back-side, and then one of the reps pointed at one of the other babies, a baby girl, wearing a rather thick, slightly wet disposable diaper, that also had pig-tails in her hair. The rep was from one of the big diaper manufacturers. They decided to take her, and one of the boys at the other end of the line. The diaper recycling company rep was having trouble deciding on me, another diapered boy, and one of the girls. The rep picked one of the girls, then came back over to me, inserted his index and middle fingers on both hands into the side leg-hole elastic in my disposable diaper. He started to talk to the others in his group….and then he stood back up, and then walked over to the other boy he was considering getting. He did the same thing to the other boy’s diaper that he had done to mine…only he picked that boy over me. Once they had taken their babies, they left. The only two reps left, came over to me, both started to turn me around, stick their fingers into my leg holes and into the waist of my diaper to check my diaper’s condition and to see if I’d work for what they needed me for. There were only four of us left now, and the reps may or may not take all four of us. The reps both did their diaper poking to the other four before they began to haggle over the cost of the babies for their conditions. The diaper recycling rep took a baby girl at first and then he left. The private company rep picked the other boy and then left. I was the only one left, so the technician put me back into my crib, raised the side, lowered the top and then walked away. A few minutes later, the nurse came back to get me. She unlocked, then raised the top, lowered the side and then took me out. She took my right hand with her left hand and then we both walked over to the baby yard sale arena. 10 minutes later, we both arrived, the nurse walked me over to one of the arena staff ladies, who were dressed in really skimpy uniforms. The very young lady took me and then brought me over to one of the enclosed holding areas where she was going to put me until it was time to be shown off. She used a key to open the metal door and then she opened the door. She used her other hand to forcefully guide me into the enclosed room that had a BIG pile of old formerly wet disposable diapers in one corner and a 3-foot high pile of old dingy looking, formerly wet cloth diapers in another. The floor was smooth cement and the lady quickly shoved me in and then quickly shut the door behind me. The door locked automatically. The room had one not too bright light that came on after the door had shut. I toddled over to the disposable diaper pile to sit down. My thick, bulky disposable diaper scrunched up under my own weight as I sat down. In about 20 minutes, the grand stands had filled and the announcer began the sale. Each baby that was up for sale, was taken out of the room, paraded in front of the crowd first, and then each baby was put onto one of the mobile diaper changers so that the crowd could see the inside of the baby’s diaper. Once the diaper was off, the baby was again paraded in front of the crowd, so that they could see the back-sides and the front-sides before each baby was put right back into the diaper that they had come with, wet or not.

I was the second one to have all of this done to me. Once my turn was over, I was put right back into the room again until after the sale demonstrations were over. Then, each of the doors were opened, each of the babies were taken out and then made to stand in front of the room with the door open so that everyone could visually and physically inspect each one of us. The baby girl was taken by a rather large family, and then they left. The baby boy to my left, was taken by a rather rich family, then they left. Then, it was between me and one other baby, a baby girl. Six families were still window shopping but two were seriously considering the baby girl and I. Then, one of the mothers came over to me, began to insert her index and middle fingers into the leg elastics in my disposable diaper. She ran her fingers from both hands, along the elastics right up and slightly past my groin. She stood up, put her right hand on my left shoulder and then guided me over to the lady who was signing each of the babies out and taking them off of the inventory lists and custodial lists. “I’d like this baby” she told the lady. “Ok, good choice. I hope he makes you happy for a very long time. If he doesn’t, at any time, feel free to dispose of him or bring him back yourself.” Stated the lady handing my new mommy, her new custody papers. Then my new mommy grabbed my right hand and then we both walked to her car. Once we got to it, she opened the rear passenger side and then she picked me up and then she put me into the car seat. She then strapped me in and then she closed the door, walked around to the driver’s side, opened the door, got in,  closed the door then started the car and then she drove off. We drove through a ton of traffic on the freeway on the way to my new home. Along the way, my new mommy was excitedly telling me all about the daycare that she owned and ran, and the new line of fashionable diapers that she had.

She also told me about my new nursery room, all of my new clothes, and all about the two sisters and one brother that I was also going to meet. The two sisters, were older, in their early and mid teens. She told me that my sisters were all too eager to babysit me, dress me and feed me too. My slightly older brother that I was going to meet, was still in diapers full time because he was developmentally delayed. He had the body of a 7 year old, but he was still like a 6 month old baby. The nursery was going to be shared with my other brother according to my mother. A few minutes later, my new mommy stopped off at a grocery store to buy some more diapers, because she didn’t have any in my size, a slightly smaller size than the ones my older brother was wearing. Mommy got me out of the car and brought me into the store. She got a shopping cart and then she made me walk beside it, seeing as how I was 5’9 and able to walk. My mommy went straight to the diaper isle where she bought a whole bunch of diapers that had the plastic backing on them and the diapers had really vibrant prints and colors on them. Some of the diapers had a beach and sunset design, some had zebra stripes, some had American flags prints, and the rest had white backgrounds with little red hearts all over them. “Hey baby, these diapers here, are the ones that your new mommy made. My company makes these so I like to buy my own diapers from the store to make sure that each store is stocking my diaper line the way I want them.” Explained my new mommy as we walked to the checkout counter to buy me my disposable diapers. Once we paid, we left and Mommy put my diapers into the front seat and then she loaded me into my car seat before she got in, started the car and then drove to where my new home was. A few short minutes later, we pulled into the drive way, mommy touch a button and the garage door opened. Mommy then drove into the garage and the door then lowered closed.

Mommy got out, got me out first, called to my sisters, to come take me to the nursery while she carried the five packs of diapers in two plastic grocery bags, into the house and up to the nursery. It turned out that my new mommy, was a single mommy. Her husband had left her three years ago in another city and state. She and her kids had moved here and bought this house. Mommy used her left-over funds to start a business that boomed. With the profits from that business, she started the diaper company. She was a successful single mother of four kids. Once I was up in the nursery, the oldest sister lifted me up onto my own diaper changer that was really, nice, clean and new. She began to unfasten the tapes on my diaper. She pulled the diaper down to discover that my diaper had once been wet already and now it was wet again. My sister pulled the wet diaper out from under me, then without rolling it up, she tossed it into the 50 gallon-sized Rubbermaid trash can next to the changer. Then, she had her younger sister go and bring up the two bags of new diapers that mommy had just bought. Once the younger sister brought up the two grocery bags with my diapers in them, the older sister, Tammy, (a sandy blond haired girl with freckles) took out one of the packages of diapers, then she ripped the package open and then took out one of the zebra striped diapers. Then she opened it up, and got it ready to put on me. “Now baby brother, I am going to take you into the bathroom and get you all nice and clean. Come with me….” Said Tammy as she picked my naked body up and then carried me into the bathroom. Inside of the bathroom, there were towels hung neatly on racks, and it was a rather large bathroom too. My sister started the bath water, and then once the tub filled up just enough, she picked me up, and then lowered me into the water. “There you go sweetie….now doesn’t this feel a lot better?” Asked Tammy.

I gurgled a little bit and smiled back at her. Then Tammy began to thoroughly wash every single part of me until all of my body was clean. Then she picked me up, being careful not to drop me with her slippery wet hands, and put me down onto the carpeted bath mat. Tammy grabbed a clean dry towel and then dried me off well. “There….now you smell a lot better too. Time to put your diaper on….” Said Tammy as she took my hand and led me back into the nursery.

She then lifted me up onto the changer and then helped me lay down on my back. She then took the diaper, slid it underneath me, then she pulled it up and then fastened the very sticky tape tabs in the VERY thick, bulky (SAP-FREE) disposable diaper. “There…aren’t these dipees really nice and comfy? Yea…they look nice and comfy. Now, I’m going to bring you downstairs so that we can feed you.”

Said Tammy as she helped me down from the changer. Then Tammy helped me down the stairs and then showed me where the dinning room was. At the table, there were two highchairs set up, one, had my older baby brother in it and the other was for me. I was sitting right between Mommy and Tammy. Tammy was going to feed me while Mommy tended to my brother. The food was put onto the table and then I was fed with a spoon from my plate. A tall pink baby bottle with playing card designs on it was on the table, just out of reach, but full of whole milk. Tammy ate with me, taking a few bites here and there between feeding me. Once I didn’t want any more, Tammy gave me my bottle. Then she finished her meal and then helped me out of my highchair.

My younger sister Jessica, went over to the TV and began to watch. My older sister Tammy, took me over to the couch with her and then she sat me into her lap and then she cradled me and gently rocked me as she watched TV with her sister.

Before I was able to drink ¾ of my bottle, I had fallen asleep. My sister Tammy, graciously held me until it was time to put me down into my crib. Before she put me into my crib, she made sure to change my diaper. She added a couple of thick booster pads made especially for the diapers that I was wearing. She then powdered me and then pulled my diaper up and fastened the tapes. She then laid me into my crib, and I was still asleep when she raised the side. Then Tammy quietly picked up my slightly wet, disposable diaper from the changer and then tossed it into the 50 gallon trash can where my other diaper was. Then Tammy left the nursery and left the door open a crack so that when mother brought my brother up, he and she didn’t wake me up.

About an hour later, mommy brought my brother up and changed him, put him into his footed sleeper and then laid him into his crib. She then shut the lights out and automatically the nightlight turned on. Mommy also left the door open a little bit.

Soon, the whole house was asleep. Before I knew it, it was morning, Mommy had come in to wake me so to change my diaper. She lowered the side of the crib and then helped me out and onto my feet. My diaper looked like it wasn’t that wet, but the booster pads were soaked.

Mommy picked me up and sat me down onto the changer. She laid me down gently and then began to unfasten the tapes of my diaper.

Just as Mommy pulled my diaper open and laid it open flat on my changer, Jessica came into the Nursery to take off her pull-up and put on another one. “Hey Jessica, make sure you toss that wet pull-up into the diaper pail here next to the changer instead of just leaving it there on the floor please. Also………….remember what today is?” stated and then asked mommy to Jessica. Then, once Jessica put on her other pull-up, she went to the closet to select an outfit to wear. She started to get dressed as Mommy finished putting my fresh, clean, dry diaper on. Then Mommy began to dress me in a pair of blue sweat shorts and a clean, white t-shirt. She then lifted me off the changer and then put me down onto my feet so that she could show me where to find some toys. Once Mommy got me busy playing with my toys, she escorted Jessica into her room, leaving her wet pull-up on the floor. A few minutes later, Jessica came back into the nursery to dispose of her wet pull-up. Then Jessica left the nursery and went back into her room where mommy was. She and Mommy were talking about getting rid of some of her dolls. She didn’t want to at all….but Mommy gave her two weeks, Saturday of the next 2 weeks to clean up her room and clear out a few of her dolls, otherwise, mommy was going to take all of her dolls and dispose of them.

Then mommy left Jessica’s room and went to wake up Tammy. Tammy woke up, made her bed, then she got dressed. Mommy was going to need Tammy to care for my older disabled brother while she and I went for a jog in the nearby park. Mommy came and got me from my room, and then brought me downstairs. Mommy fed me some cereal in my highchair and then when I was done, she got up, refilled her coffee cup, and then sat back down next to me. Mommy put my cereal bowl onto the table out of my reach and then she began to sip her coffee. Half an hour later, after I was starting to squirm, she got up, took my bowl and her cup to the sink and then she picked me up out of the highchair and then put me down onto my feet. She then guided me out to the Garage where she kept the jogger stroller. Then once she and I were standing in front of the jogger stroller, she lifted me into the seat and then belted me in. “Mommy and her new baby are going to take a nice jog in the park today. Your sisters will be at home, cleaning their rooms while we are gone.” Explained mommy before we left. Mommy then pushed the jogger stroller down the street, to the park that had a long, twisty, paved jogger path. It went through forest and thick trees and then back out into the open. Mommy jogged along the path that circled back near the starting point. Then she and I went back home.

Once arriving at home, mommy got me out of the stroller, then took me by my right hand and then led me into the house. Once inside and the door had closed behind us, mommy led me back upstairs to get ready for my nap. Inside of the nursery, mommy picked me up, and then sat me down onto the changing table. Then she laid me down onto my back before she fastened the strap to keep me from rolling off. Then she pulled my blue shorts down and took them off, dropping them down onto the floor for a bit while she changed me. Then mommy unfastened the tapes on my now semi wet diaper. She then pulled the diaper out from under me and then tossed it into the 50 gallon sized diaper disposal trash can. Then she reached down under the changer and then grabbed the package of diapers that her company had made, and then she took one of the diapers out, then she put the package back under the changer. Then she started to open the diaper up. Once that was done, she lifted my butt and then slid the diaper under me. She then laid me back down into the diaper and then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes.

Mommy then unfastened the strap and then picked me up into a sitting position on the changer. “There you go honey…..all better now. It’s time for a little nappy-poo….ok?” said mommy as she pulled my shirt off and then tossed it onto the floor too where my shorts were. Then mommy lifted me up and then laid me down into my crib. Then she raised the side and then went to go put my shorts and my shirt down the laundry chute that led to the basement. Mommy then left the nursery for a bit and I could hear the phone ring downstairs….one of my sisters had answered the phone and then handed it to mommy. I then fell asleep. About two or more hours later, I woke up to Mommy gently lifting me out of the crib, changing my diaper and then carrying me down to the kitchen.

Mommy put me down into the highchair for a late lunch….then, lunch was over, and mommy told Tammy to get me out of the highchair and then go sit with me on the couch and watch some TV for a little while. Then Mommy got back on the phone after searching for some financial information on her accounts. Mommy talked for a long while, and she had a very concerned tone in her voice.

After she got off the phone, mommy looked bewildered. “Tammy, Jessica, I have some bad news….I am going to have to dispose of Josh and your new baby brother….on Monday. They will be taken out with all of the diapers from last week and this weekend as well as all of your dolls and stuffed animals. I will talk about this more later….but…I need the both of you to first, help me get both of your brothers ready for disposal on Monday…go upstairs and gather up all of the clean cloth diapers I had for both of them and never used on the new baby, gather up all of their clothes, crib sheets,  stuffed animals, and the few toys that they both have…put them all into bags. I am going to take both boys to work on Monday for Trash day. I am going to work tomorrow and I will leave the both of them there then.” Explained Mommy in a VERY disappointed and somewhat sad voice. “All I can say for now is, this bad economy has forced me to make some very tough choices. We all will have to do with MUCH less. Mommy’s diaper Business almost wiped us out…but it is slowly taking off. It will be quite a while before it starts to really make us money. Once it does, Mommy can maybe go and get two more babies and we can start all over again.” Mommy explained to the two girls. Then everyone went upstairs, Tammy carried me upstairs to the nursery where she laid me down into my crib for a bit until they could get everything in trash bags. It took the whole day to get everything that was Josh’s and mine, into bags. There was a TON of diapers, clothing, cloth diapers, some that had JUST been washed and dried too. Mommy went down to the basement to get the clean cloth diapers and a few onesies out of the drier.

She instinctively folded them up and put them into a laundry basket. Then, once mommy was done folding, she brought the laundry basket back upstairs, then she went to the garage to put it into the trunk of the car.  Once everything was bagged up, all except two packages of mommy’s own brand of diapers that Tammy had opened for Josh and I’s open package of disposable diapers, a couple packages of opened diaper doublers/booster pads,  and an almost half used container of wipes.

Once everyone had finished bagging stuff up and taking it down to the car and putting it in, Mommy, Tammy, and Jessica rested down on the couch. It was dark out by then and Tammy decided to go upstairs and change my diaper. She went upstairs, went into the nursery and then went over to my crib. She pulled the side down and then picked me up and then put me down onto my back, on the changer.  Then she unfastened the tapes on my diaper then pulled my diaper out from under me. She didn’t roll it up before opening the lid on the 50 gallon trash can next to the changer, then she tossed my diaper in, on top of the diapers already inside.  Then Tammy took out another one of Mommy’s Brand of disposable diapers. Tammy unfolded it, then opened it up. She then reached under the changer again and then took out eight diaper doublers that were usually used in Josh’s diapers, but she thought it was a good time to use some in mine. Once the booster pads were all in my diaper, Tammy Slid the SUPER thick puffy diaper underneath me. She then shook a BUNCH of baby powder into my diaper before she pulled it up and fastened the tapes. Tammy then picked me up and then put me back into my crib. “Time to go night-night now baby….sleep well. See you in the morning….” Then Tammy went over to change Josh’s Diaper. She used the same diapers and the same amount of Diaper Doublers in Josh’s diapers that she had used in mine. Once Josh had been changed, Tammy ran downstairs to the kitchen to get two pre-made bottles of Whole milk to give to us babies. Tammy went back upstairs and then gave us both bottles. Then she crept quietly out of the nursery leaving the door open a crack. Morning comes….Mommy and Tammy are both in the nursery early….taking us out of our cribs, and then changing our diapers. Once Josh’s diaper was changed, mommy put his wet diaper into the 50 gallon trash can. Then she took him downstairs. Mommy gave Josh a bottle of whole milk to drink for the trip to Mom’s daycare. Mommy got Josh strapped into his car seat….in the back of the car. Then once Tammy was done changing MY diaper, she tossed MY diaper into the 50 gallon trash can and then took ME downstairs. Tammy took me right to the car and then got me buckled into my car seat too. Then she went back inside to get me a bottle of whole milk to drink too. Then, Tammy was instructed to go get ALL of the stuff that they had bagged up the night before AND also dump the completely full diaper pail as well, and bring all of that stuff down to the car too.

Once the car had been loaded….Mommy asked Tammy to stay with us while she went back up to the nursery to get all of the packs of diapers that had been used on Josh and I.

Then mom came back down with four force-flex trash bags FULL of our partially used up packages of diapers, and the remaining unused packages of the diapers that she had created for us, by her own diaper company. Then, mommy put the four full trash bags into the floorboards of the front passenger seat and then walked around the front of the car then got in, closed the door and started the car.

She opened the garage door, then backed out of the driveway, and out to the street. She then put the car in gear and we were off to Mom’s daycare. A short 20 minute drive later, we arrived at the daycare. Mom called out to the few night staff members that were still there, because this was a 24 hour daycare….and “disposal nursery” ( A SPECIAL daycare and nursery where anyone can leave their kids…or any kids or disabled people who wear diapers all of the time, so that the daycare can dispose of them….and…as much of that person’s stuff as can be brought…well with SOME limits of course…mostly limited to ALL of that person’s clothing, wet diapers, unused portions of the packages of diapers that were left over, stuffed animals, dolls, onesies, t-shirts, laundry baskets, strollers, and even the special laundry soaps needed to wash the pre-fold cloth diapers, and cloth training pants.)

Once these items were received, they were put out back, to be stored until trash day.

Then the items would be put into the various 95 gallon totes and 32 gallon aluminum trash cans that the daycare had available to them. The diaper disposal company, provided all of the totes, while the daycare went out and bought their own trash cans because of the sheer volume of diapers and diapering trash that they threw away each week.

Residential customers, also were provided four totes and they could have as many other trash cans as they wanted. Anything over six 32 gallon trash cans, would cost the residential customers $15 a can. If any customer didn’t pay…the company just didn’t pick up their trash that week.

Mommy had one of the staff members come and get me out while she got Josh out of the car seats. Once Josh was out, mommy, handed him over to tone of the staff members and gave the two staff members who had both of us, to go and get us ready for disposal, before the trash truck came at 8:30 am. The two staff members went inside and took the both of us over to changing tables. They both began to take our new fresh diapers off and then they put us in VERY, thick disposable diapers with 6 and 8 doubled booster pads inside of our diapers. The staff members were also instructed to use half a bottle’s worth of baby powder in each of our diapers, which they did. Mommy also instructed the lady changing me…to take one Attends medium diaper, that I usually wore, and that mommy was given when she got me from the landfill,  Mommy told the staff member to put that diaper on OVER the one I was already wearing…..….but then…it would help keep me even drier during the ride to the diaper landfill. Once I was diapered, The staff member got me down from the changer, then took me out to the back where all of the wet diapers and other trash was put until it was time to take it all out to the front. The staff member grabbed me by the hand, then took me out back, to the covered storage unit where all of the trash was. She then picked me up and then put me into one of the janitorial trash carts full of the diapers from the daycare. “Now, baby, your mommy is going to be here early tomorrow morning…she said that she wants to personally hand you over to the trash collectors when they come in the morning.

I will get you bottles every few hours, all night until it is time to be taken out to the trash truck in the morning. I really DON’T care if you actually sleep or not…you are NOT our concern any more. The ONLY thing I was told to do was to make sure that you got bottles of milk, juice, water, or whatever…until it is time to take the trash out. I am going to lock you into this nice full cart which is also locked into this nice, steel shed. I will bring you five more bottles in the next hour so that you have everything you need until morning.” Explained the staff lady before she lowered a locking lid, locked the lid and then closed and locked the thick steel doors. It got REALLY dark inside of the shed. I laid on my tummy, drinking my cool baby bottle full of milk. I got turned on during the next few hours and decided to wet my diapers in a different way. Since I couldn’t reach into my diaper, there was no other way to do that except the usual way….(like making conventional positioned…love) Then, about half an hour later, the staff lady came back, carrying five baby bottles full of whole milk, grape juice, apple juice, cranberry juice mixed with apple juice and another bottle full of milk. She unlocked the steel doors, came in, unlocked the lid on the cart and then raised it for a minute. “Ok baby…here. These ought to last you all night. A few of the cleaning ladies will be in and out of here as well as the janitor too. They will be emptying all of the 32 gallon and 50 gallon diaper pails from our daycare, into your cart, since it is…the one with the least amount of trash in it. I expect for you to try NOT to escape or do anything but stay in the cart and in here! Is this understood?” Asked the staff lady. I nodded then the staff lady lowered the lid again then locked it….then, she closed and locked the storage shed again. The smell of wet diapers was once again…looming inside of the cart. After about four hours go by, the doors to the shed opened and then the lid was unlocked and raised on the cart I was in. It was the cleaning ladies…they were dumping in three cans worth of wet, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers, formerly wet, week-old wet pre-fold cloth diapers, plastic pants, that still had some semi wet cloth diapers in them still, 20 pairs of formerly wet cloth training pants, 50 pair of wet disposable training pants. Then the janitor had two 32 gallon trash cans worth of onesies, cloth diapers, a few footed sleepers that had holes in them, 32 pair of pants that had snaps all up the legs and crotch, that also had some kind of dried up, gels all over them. There were also 20 old pairs of soccer style shorts that had the crotches ripped out of them. The white shorts all had dark nasty stains in them too…some were a yellowish color and then the other stains were bluish and a greenish black color.

They all smelled like old LUVS diapers that had been wet in….and Super Absorbent Diaper Gels. I wiggled and squirmed while the cleaning ladies and the janitor dumped in trash can after trash can…until the cart was full. I was fished out, then put back in on top of the load….so that in the morning, mommy could take me out to the trash truck herself.

Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. Morning came all too quickly. The janitor had rolled the cart out of the storage shed, and was just opening the lid and taking it off.

Then, he helped me out and onto my feet. He then briskly walked me into the daycare where he left me with mommy…who was standing by the front door. Mommy took my right hand and then she pulled me outside and then we both stood outside, on the lawn to wait for the trash truck to arrive. While we waited, the cleaning ladies, the janitor all brought the trash out to the curb. The cleaning ladies also helped roll the carts out too…waiting behind us. I had NO idea that mommy had been holding Josh in her arms….until she leaned down to my level. “Baby boy, today is trash day. I had NO idea that this day was going to come so quickly when I got you from the landfill that day. I’m sorry, but, you have to go wherever the trash collectors take you….I can’t afford you or Josh any more….and…I had planned to use you at the daycare…to use up some of my diapers that are there…but….I’m just going to throw them all away…each and every unopened package of my own brand of diapers. They were second quality anyhow. Did you get changed for disposal before you were brought to me this morning?” Asked Mommy, inserting her index fingers into both leg elastics to check my diaper for wetness.

NOPE! Oh well! Too late now. It’s 8:29 now. The trash truck should be here in a minute or less.” Stated mommy looking at her watch.

The cleaning lady, Mary, and one of the janitors, comes running out of the daycare.....the cleaning lady, wants to dispose of all of the diapers in a couple of janitorial trash carts.

The Cleaning lady, Mary and one of the janitors, wait with the two janitorial trash carts out by the curb. Mommy took off my knitted hat and put on some old shoes and socks on my feet.

There are 600 formerly wet cloth diapers, 30 old onesies, 10 old under shirts and 20 cloth training pants in one cart and in the other cart...nothing but loose medium sized adult disposable diapers.

Mommy, had her cleaning ladies, Mary and Guadalupe plus one of the janitors, take out all of the daycare trash while Mommy and I stood at the curb, waiting for the trash truck to arrive. Mommy is holding my developmentally delayed 7 year old brother who is mentally 6 months old. He is wearing one of Mommy’s own brand of diapers, that is really, really thick, puffy and FULL of lots and lots of powder. I am wearing an Vintage Luvs Comfort Waist diapers, with six Dignity Extra Duty Booster pads in it. Now all other stops ahead were also going to have nothing but diapering items for disposal too. The baby blue and white manual side Loader pulls up to the neighborhood daycare, housed in an old converted home.

As Zoe and Sadie pull up to the stop...the truck has nothing but loose, wet, disposable diapers still in the hopper....from a couple of other daycares they had just came from,  on the route.

Zoe jumps down to get the first of four cans full of diapers. There is a Mother standing there, holding her 7 year old son wearing nothing but a really puffy, thick disposable diaper with a plastic backing on it,  in one hand and her 5 year-old son’s right hand (ME).

My Mommy forgot to change me before she disposed of me in her own nursery trash, on Sunday. I am wearing a really thick, wet, vintage Luvs Comfort Waist disposable diaper as we both wait for the Zoe, the trash lady, to say it’s ok to approach.

 

“Excuse me ma’am…I have my two sons here…wearing nice, thick bulky disposable diapers. My 5 year-old son’s diapers are a little bit wet…and I can’t afford to care for both of them any more. Can you take them both please?” Asked my mother to Zoe, the trash lady.

“Let me make some room in my truck.” Zoe said as she runs the packer to clear the hopper first.

“What a cute baby! A shame to see him in the trash.” Commented Zoe as she ran the compactor to clear the hopper.

Then Zoe dumps a cart with diapers in the hopper then waits to dump the next cart with more diapers in it before Zoe had taken me by my right hand in her left hand and then brought me to the side of the hopper. Zoe made me stand on the running boards while she helps me into the hopper. I lay on my back with my head facing the opening of the container getting myself as comfortable as I can.

Then Zoe dumps the other cart with my diapers in it, on top of me. Then Zoe then ran the packer to push me in the truck before taking my developmentally delayed brother from mommy loading him into the hopper before dumping the rest of the garbage and crushing it and him into the truck. Zoe then finishes processing the rest of the stuff at the daycare then gets in the cab and heads to the next stop.

At the NEXT stop.....a house....there is a BUNCH of pre-fold cloth diapers mostly toddler sized...in five cans...and the rest had adult medium cloth diapers....that had NOT been worn yet...and were still folded up.

The NEXT six cans had been over stuffed with nothing but loose adult medium disposable diapers.....and there was a large bag stuffed with disposable diapers and pre-fold cloth diapers that had been wet once but had dried....and a person who was 5’9 wearing the bag around their waist....standing there with a maid in a maid's outfit.....holding onto the diapered boy....as though they were making sure...that the diapered person and the bag were disposed of and the diapered person didn’t escape.

Since the maid was holding the person, Zoe dumped a can of dirty diapers into the hopper. “Throw him in if you want to!  If you want to help me dump the cans, I wouldn’t mind! Said Zoe to the Maid.

Zoe just tossed the diapered boy in on top of the dirty diapers,

 

then emptied cans till the hopper was full then Zoe ran the packer.

Now....once all 11 cans are emptied at that stop.....

the trash truck pulls up to the next stop next door....the 12 plastic Rubbermaid 32 gallon sized cans are all lined up and a neat little row. The cans have a TON of diapers and onesies and stuffed animals in them...a person who is 5’9...a female....wearing nothing but a diaper and a onesie that has been unsnapped.....the man holding her hand.....standing at the curb...waiting for the trash truck to come, steps closer to the truck.

" Could you check her diaper and tell me if she has a thick enough diaper on for disposal? How long do you think that her diaper will stay on her?" Asks the man.

“Not to worry. My truck is full of dirty diapers so if her diaper leaks it isn't a problem and that your diapered girl will be wedged tightly in the truck and it will keep her diaper on.” Said Zoe to the Man standing at the curb with his diapered girl.

"should I load her or should you? Asked the man.

 “How do I position her in there? Legs facing the compactor or the other way around?”

“Its ok I will load her.” Zoe then dumps a can of the girl’s toys and dirty diapers then looks at her;  “Sorry sweetie but you are garbage now and I am here to take you away with the other garbage but you will get to be packed in with your dollies.  Are you ready to get in the truck?”  Zoe picked the diapered girl up and set her down on her side in the middle of the hopper, back facing the blade.

 

She then dumps more diapers behind and on top of her.

 

 “I need to crush you now honey, but it will be ok. You are going away with the rest of the dirty diaper garbage.” Explained Zoe before she ran the packer pushing the diapered girl into the truck.

"Where do these diapers and my girl get taken too?" Asks the man.

“What happens to each of the diapered babies once they get where they are going?” Asks the man to Zoe.

“They get taken to the landfill with the rest of the garbage. The diapered boy and girls,  the toys and diapers are dumped in the landfill with the rest of the dirty diaper garbage.” Answered Zoe talking to the man.

"Are there any special places that the diapers get dumped into or do the diapers get put into piles or what? Will any of these people get their diapers changed once they get to the dump? Asks the man.

“The diapers are dumped in a Transfer station compactor first, then the diapers and the babies are sorted, then, some of the babies and diapers are taken to a special area to compost. Sometimes, the boys and girls are on their own. If a clean diaper can be found,  they can change themselves or each other.” Explained Zoe to the man.

“Ok....well, thanks for taking her...we can't afford to diaper her any more...the diapers just cost too much here.”  “No problem! Taking away unwanted things is what I do.” Said Zoe as she hopped onto the side of the load-al trash truck.

Then, Zoe finishes up and goes to the next stop.

At THIS stop.....it's five sets of parents who have NEW children to care for and don't have room for the current ones....spring cleaning....so to speak. There is a male...5'9..wearing a special "Disposal” diaper... (a diaper that goes up to his neck or his nipples and is really, really thick and bulky. The diaper sags very low between the baby’s legs to provide some extra padding during disposal.)

There is another female wearing pull-ups with six booster pads and six toddler sized cloth diapers inside. There are 14 tall, large trash cans full of their clothing, diapers,  and stuffed animals.

The first parent walks up to Zoe and hands her the "boy's" right hand.

The mother of the female, stands closer to the hopper and extends the female's left hand for Zoe to take hold of. A blond boy wearing nothing but four layers of cloth diapers, no plastic pants and nothing else with a binky in his mouth, is in line behind the first boy.

Zoe takes the first boy, he was the first one into the truck.

“Hey, boys and girls, do you want to be together in the truck or do you want any space?” Zoe asks. The parents then ask that Zoe put each of their babies,  in after Zoe loads two cans of diapers.

Then, the janitors start to bring out 10 more cans on wheels...with the tops semi closed because the cans are over filled....with disposable diapers.

“Well if you parents insist,  then I will space your babies and all of their diapers out. Zoe said. The next baby, a blond boy, has a wet diaper on...and his mother has to go back inside to take care of the other ones.

“Can you to please change my baby’s diaper before he is loaded?” The mother of the blond boy asks. “I’m a garbage-woman, not a nanny! This is a garbage truck! Everything is dirty and you can change him if you want, but if you aren’t done before everything is loaded I will leave without your baby! Otherwise he goes in the truck wet!”

 Zoe tells the mother of the blond boy who was wanting to change their baby’s diaper. “Could you PRETTY please…change his wet diaper before you toss him in your truck?” Asks the mother of the blond boy one more time. “I can’t. He can go in wet, or you can change him before I load him, as long as he’s been changed before the trash is loaded.”  Stated Zoe sounding a little irritated.  “Fine just toss him in!”  Zoe picks the blond diapered boy up and puts him in the truck. Then Zoe dumps cans 5 and 6 before running the compactor. Then, a dark brown haired teenaged boy, wearing some really tattered, stained up cloth diapers is up next. His diapers are sagging very low between his legs, his diapers had been used as cleaning rags while they were still on the boy.

He was also carrying an arm load of rather wet cloth diapers from his diaper pail.

Zoe, took the wet diapers from the baby boy and then she threw them in the truck’s hopper. Then Zoe picked the boy up and put him in the hopper too, before Zoe dumped cans 7 and 8.

The girl in the princess pull-ups is up next.  Zoe picks her up “What cans have her toys in them?” Zoe asks the diapered girl before tossing her in the hopper. The Girl points to the cans. Zoe then dumps the girl’s dollies and dirty diapers onto the diapered girl and runs the packer. The janitors then bring out 10 more plastic cans on wheels FULL of diapers and the children's clothing. The truck is getting full so Zoe has to run the packer twice to force the garbage in. Now a boy with a really tattered, stained up cloth diaper on that is ripped and torn some between his legs.....is up next. His onesie is unsnapped and he is drinking a bottle full of milk and holding a sock monkey.

There are still quite a few cans to dump. Sadie, deals with the 10 carts of diapers after Zoe clears the hopper. Zoe takes the boy with his bottle and sock monkey and puts him in the hopper.  “Hold on to your bottle and sock monkey, tightly while I run the packer, ok baby?” Zoe tells him. Zoe then loads cans 9 and 10. Once the hopper is clear, Zoe loads cans 11-14 by this time the other cans are almost empty and she helps finish off the final cans.

Then Zoe and Sadie go to the next stop two blocks down. It is a diaper factory that makes both cloth diapers, pre-folds, and all-in-ones.....as well as disposable diapers too, that have cloth diapers inserted under the liners. They use ten babies or subjects per day, but this week, there are only 8 test subjects that are being disposed of along with two cans worth of diapers per subject.

There are 8 cans worth of seconds and thirds of the diapers that weren't first quality,

three cans worth of the quality control diapers, and test diapers used on each of the subjects.

First can has a 18 year old male brown hair. He is wearing a thick disposable diaper with six cloth test cloth diapers inside of his disposable diaper that is taped up to his neck and there are 14 diaper doublers/booster pads inside of his disposable underneath the cloth diapers in front and back. The subject has his hands tied behind his back and he has a binky stuck in his mouth and that is also taped on to keep it in.

The third can has a 16 year old test subject. She has pretty white disposable diapers on with eight booster pads inside of her diaper making her diaper really puffy. Her diaper has little red hearts on it and she is carrying a cabbage path doll with one of her diapers on it. The fourth can has another diapered girl in it. This girl has two diapers on, the first disposable diaper is a large toddler sized diaper with two booster pads in it. Then a larger sized pull-up is on over that. She also has her hands tied behind her back before she was inserted into the trash can with her diapers.

The Fifth Can has a 19 year old, wearing experimental diapers prototypes, (or should I say…..protodiaps….hehehehe!) He has a onesie on that has some blue, gooey gels all over it and some yellowish colored wet gels all over him. His hair is all wet looking from the SAP testing that was done on him and his diaper.

The Sixth can….and Seventh can, a last-second edition, has a 6 year old test subject in it, wearing VERY bulky disposable diapers with plastic backing that is printed with Ernie and Bert all over it. He has red hair and is wearing torn up blue sailor suit pants and a VERY dirty sailor top, over his diaper.

Zoe gets out of her truck and runs the packer to clear the hopper.  As the hopper clears, Zoe examines the garbage pile.  The 18 year old and his diapers are the first into the truck. The truck is almost full. It takes several cycles to crush the 18 year old, his load of diapers as well as the rest of the garbage. While the truck packs the trash,  Zoe wheels the can with the 16 year old and her doll next to the truck, but away from the loading area.  “Your doll is cute! How cute is that! Your Doll and you have matching diapers!...AWWW!”   Zoe then notices a yellow stain on the front of her diaper, and her doll’s diaper.  “You match completely! You both are wet.”  The baby girl blushes. “I had an accident.” Explains the baby girl.

Zoe loads the diaper prototype baby next. “How well do those new diapers work?”  “They need work….” Says the lab baby as he goes in the truck.

As the packer crushed the boy, Zoe moves to the girl with the pull up on and her hands tied behind her back.

“Why are you tied up?” Asked Zoe, getting ready to pick the girl’s can up and carry it to the truck. “I’ve been a naughty girl and can't keep my hands out of my diaper.”   she says to Zoe. Zoe winks at her and whispers in her ear;  “Since you are garbage now, you are allowed to be naughty.” Then Zoe cuts the baby girl’s hands free. The girl thanks Zoe and then crawls into the hopper. Zoe then dumps diapers on the baby girl in the hopper. Zoe sees her stick her hands down her soaking wet pull-up.

Next,  Sadie, wheels up the can with the 6 year old. He is crying. “I don’t want to be disposed of!  My diaper is wet!”  “I know it is no fun to be in the garbage,  but I have to take you away!” Sweet Zoe tells the baby boy.  Zoe looks over at the 16 year old girl who still needs to be loaded; “Would YOU mind being packed with the boy?” Asks Zoe.  The 16 year old diapered girl,  gets out of the can,  gets into the hopper surrounded by dirty diapers. Zoe puts the boy in the hopper with her and Zoe then hands him, her doll. “Its ok, my dolly and I both have dirty diapers too” Said the boy to the diapered 16 year old girl in the hopper.

The final cans of diapers are dumped in the hopper and she hugs the boy who is holding the doll as the blade pushes them into the truck.

“Its ok little one, we are garbage now…and garbage doesn’t mind being in the garbage truck.” the girl says, as the blade is packing them. “I hate it when the garbage cries!” Sadie says as we get back in the truck.

Both Sadie & Zoe drive the truck to the next stops....across town. It takes half and hour to get to these stops, all residential though.

The first stop in the neighborhood, has only four large plastic bins full of disposable diapers in them. No babies at first, until....a mother runs out....practically PULLING and dragging her ten year old, who is wearing a VERY thick, freshly changed disposable diaper with almost half a bottle worth of powder in the diaper, the used wipes stuffed into the waistband of the boy’s diaper. The mother looks PISSED! She runs out to Zoe as they are pulling up. The mother stops, waits for Zoe and Sadie to take one of the cans. The mother waits for the Zoe to dump the full can. Sadie is still in the cab of the loadal, working the packer switch from inside.

"Hey...can I leave my baby here for you to take while I go back inside and get two grey janitorial trash carts full of this monster's pre-fold cloth diapers, that are still wet, all of his onesies, all of his old torn up slightly holey PJs with the feet in them, and a TON of his plush stuffed dolls that all have diapers on them?” Asked the mother.  “The other cart has; the left over unopened packages of diapers that we didn't get a chance to use up yet, more cloth diapers and tons and tons of his unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers that were slightly wet, but not too wet…..just so that you know.” Explained the baby’s mother to Zoe.  The baby boy's mother then stops to tie up her boy’s hands... “Can you keep him tied up?” The Mother then drapes six of his cloth diapers over his shoulders and then makes him carry a load so tall, of his unwrapped, open disposable diapers that he had worn in the past two weeks, over to Zoe’s truck, before she ties his hands up, before Zoe takes the boy. Zoe sees the 4 bins and begins emptying them. The boy, who is dragging his feet, starts to fight Zoe and his mother, on the way to the hopper. The boy is trying to keep from being disposed of. He screams, struggles, as his mother ties his arms up. The boy’s mother finishes tying her boy’s hands up behind him to keep him from fighting this.

"Can you keep his hands tied up please miss?" says the mother...again. The boy's mother then comes back after leaving the second over-filled janitorial trash cart piled too high with disposable diapers. The Mother runs back into the garage, then brings out a laundry basket full of freshly cleaned and folded, pre-fold cloth diapers that belong to the boy "Excuse me miss....could you also take these too?”  The boy's mother then asks.

Zoe loads the can full of the boy’s dolls, the rest of his leftover diapers as well as his dirty ones. Since she does not need the laundry basket, Zoe tosses the whole thing in the truck.

Zoe dumps the can with the clothes and dolls and crushes them all in the truck,

then dumps the can with the leftover diapers and dirty diapers.

Zoe thanks her for tying up the boy and quickly tosses him in the truck and crushes him so he can no longer escape, then process the rest of the stop. The boy’s Mother, she is apologetic for the trouble the boy caused. “I assure you, its ok.  Sometimes garbage tries to escape” Says Zoe to the boy’s mother.

"before you go miss, can you also take this other laundry basket full of his clean cloth diapers and plastic pants too?” asks the mother.

“Sure.” Zoe takes the basket from her and tosses it into the truck. “Do you have any other garbage needs disposed of today?” Asked Zoe to the customer lady.

"Yes...I do. There are three large grey janitorial trash carts in the garage still, that need to be taken out. I didn't have time to strip the other baby girl down to just her diaper before she was tossed into one of the carts. She is still wearing her torn-up, stained, gooey, dirty onesie. Do I need to unbutton the snaps on her onesie first? Do you need to see the condition of her diaper before she is disposed of?  “Does she need to be dressed in a certain kind of diaper to be disposed of?” asked the mother as she started walking towards the garage to get the first of three carts. “Nope.  Just bring her out. I can take her no matter how she is dressed!” Stated Zoe.

“Ok.” said the mother as she went and brought Zoe,  the first of three large grey janitorial trash carts.  "Here is the first cart...I'll go get the second one with the girl in it. She has a REALLY thick bulky freshly changed disposable diaper on her.....with ten booster pads in it, and half of a bottle worth of powder too!” Explained the mother as she rolled the cart over to the side of the truck.

"How much do you get for my kids at the landfill miss?” asks the mother going back to get the other cart.

“We get paid a flat fee plus $40 per ton, for our trash regardless of what it is. Explains Zoe. Just then, the dispatcher calls Sadie to tell her that there are two more, larger stops to make before going to the dump.

Zoe yells over to Sadie, to tell the dispatcher; “We might not have room for two stops. Just one! They’ll have to have the other truck dispatched to take the 2^nd” Zoe tells Sadie, to tell the dispatcher. “The truck is about full.....but we can try to before the dump.” Says the co-worker to the Dispatcher.

Sadie leans out, “We have to take these two stops.....the dispatcher told us that even if the truck's hopper is full, take the stops!”

“Ok… those kids are gonna get packed tight!”

Sadie laughs.  “yeah but garbage can’t complain”

The mother hands Zoe five diapered dolls that belong to the girl. "There...here are all three full carts now.” Then the mother goes over to the second cart and finds the girl...the mother does a spot check on the girl's diaper and then kisses her on her forehead.  Zoe, empties the 1st cart while Sadie gets the other two carts.

"little one...it's time for disposal now......I have to let you go. I got you diapered in a NICE Thick comfy diaper for disposal and…I used plenty of powder too. Sorry I can’t keep you…but it’s time for disposal now.” “I made sure that you got a nice, super thick disposable diaper.....baby girl!” Said the mother to the baby girl. After the mother gives the girl a kiss, she puts the 5 diapered dolls in the can.

“Why mommy, I will miss you!” The little diapered girl says to her mother.

“I know sweetie, but I can’t afford to keep you. Here are your dolls.”

Says the mother one last time. Then the mother steps back lets Zoe and her Sadie do their work while watching her baby girl and her diapers being emptied into the hopper of the load-al trash truck. Zoe dumps the 3rd can while the mother was saying her goodbyes.

“Now it is time to dispose of the girl” Said Zoe a little sternly.

 “Oh...one more thing….” Exclaimed the mother forgetting something.

“If you want, I will have someone come by and get that?”

The mother runs back inside....grabs a large paper bag and then fills it with all of the left over disposable diapers and remaining cloth diapers from the drier....then runs back out to the side of the truck. “Ok….” Says the mother. Can you two take them now? I'll pay you both $50?” Offers the mother. “Sure.” Says Zoe.

Zoe takes the paper bag of unused diapers and tosses them in the truck then picks up the little girl.  Zoe can see she is scared.  Zoe tries to distract her.

“What are your dolly’s names?”  Zoe says to the diapered girl as she is being tossed into the hopper.

“That one is...Mattie..... this one is Dolly....and that one is.....Rachel. This one gets her diapers changed too much.” Explains the little diapered girl to Zoe.   The little girl tells Zoe,  each of her doll’s names and holds Zoe’s hand as they both walk to the truck.

The little diapered girl, hands Zoe each doll as she tells Zoe, the names. Zoe, puts each of them in the truck’s hopper.

Zoe picks the girl up. “That one has a cute pink diaper… just like you.” Said Zoe to the baby girl. “Will I get my diaper changed after I go into this big truckie?” asked the baby girl standing on the running board of the load-al.

“No, you will have to stay in that one. At the landfill, someone might change you.” Stated Zoe talking to the baby girl.  How long will it be until I get there?

Are you my new mommy?” asked the baby girl.

The Baby girl looks sad as Zoe picks her up.  Zoe sees why. Zoe looks at the baby girl; “Did you make a poopy?” Asks Zoe.   “Yeah, I got scared and pooped my diaper.” Explained the little girl. “It will be awhile…. No I am just the garbage lady.

“Oh…” Said the baby girl. “Can I have some of my cloth diapers and my disposable diapers to hold please?” asked the baby girl.

Zoe picks the girl up, puts her in the hopper with her dolls and then hands the girl,  the bag of diapers.

“Thank you...” said the little girl to Zoe.

The mother pays both Zoe & Sadie the $50 to take the three carts now.

The little girl squirms as she is put in the hopper. “My diaper feels icky!” Says the baby girl to Zoe. “Yeah, the truck is going to make your diaper even messier!” Says Zoe. The baby girl begins to cry. “I don’t usually do this, but lay down….”  Zoe takes a clean, pink diaper from her bag, takes off her poopy diaper, and then puts a clean one on.  Zoe puts the poopy diaper, in the hopper. “There….little one, I have to crush you now!” Zoe empties the carts then runs the packer.

Then...Zoe hops onto the side of the truck, on the running boards.....

Then Zoe & Sadie drive to the first of the two last stops.

Zoe & Sadie, discover that the dispatcher is right! “This stop IS one of the LARGER stops!” Zoe thinks to herself. There are ten janitorial trash carts,  parked at the curb, four aluminum trash cans with locking lids on them, the aluminum trash cans have been loaded with clean cloth diapers. The janitorial trash carts have a mixture of formerly wet cloth diapers, cloth training pants and mostly disposable diapers.  Inside one of the carts, is a baby boy who is the twin of (The First baby boy at the first stop in this story)…one of the babies that got disposed of early on.

The baby boy is wearing a super thick, disposable diaper that is slightly wet, but has ten booster pads inside of it and tons of powder in it. In fact SO much, that there are puffs of powder coming from his diaper.  Most of the other carts have loose, clean disposable diapers, all of his onesies and footed PJs. The boy is buried about half way down in the fourth cart.

Then Zoe & Sadie get out of the trash truck, and then begin loading the 10 carts, running the packer constantly, trying to make room for all the garbage,

Sadie dumps cart number 4. The boy comes spilling out, with a cloud of powder coming from his diaper. The boy and his diapers land on top of the blade as it is currently packing the trash. “Hey miss....there are too many wet diapers in here.....get me out of here!” screams the baby boy. Once the blade retracts the boy falls down into the hopper. “Sorry kid! You were in the cart, so I have to pack you in the truck!” Sadie tells the boy.

Sadie dumps another cart in.

The boy begs Sadie to let him out. Sadie ignores his pleas as she buries him in diapers. The packer blade begins to pack him in the truck. Once Zoe & Sadie empty all ten of the carts, the truck's packer is really struggling with the diapers and the last baby boy.

To maximize the pressure, Zoe leaves the packer blade extended as they drive to the final stop.

Then Zoe & Sadie arrive at the last stop. There are 15 large carts and tall cans at this stop. Inside two of the cans, are two subjects; one who is 4 and wearing a retro luvs "Comfort Waist Diaper” with six booster pads in it, to make it nice and puffy. The plastic rustles a lot. The second baby, a 12 year old girl wearing a retro Pampers diaper, Pampers with the Blue Waist Shield, with six thick, bulky cloth diapers on underneath it.

In the first three trash cans, are a ton of the girl's clothing, some still wet and rather smelly cloth diapers that had been on her when the caregivers put the baby girl through some lab tests which got her and all of her diapers, all dirty with slimy goo.

The trash carts had disposable diapers, cloth diapers that were slightly ripped and torn....but still wearable. The other carts contained mixed, clean and wet disposable diapers. In the other few remaining carts, were quite a few cabbage patch kids wearing VERY thick disposable diapers. Then some one brings out a short subject, a boy about 3'4 and wearing a thick disposable diaper.  The boy’s diaper has a ton of green and black slimy stuff all over him and his diaper. The guy bringing him out is wearing thick rubber gloves....and holding the boy with his arms fully extended.

The two trash ladies get out and retract the blade.  Immediately, Zoe sees diaper trash pushing back out from the truck. Looks like it’s gonna be close! Zoe thinks as she begins dumping the cans.

The first few carts are the ones with the disposable diapers and ripped cloth diapers.

The packer blade is running constantly, but is struggling too. The packer blade is only able to extend 2/3rds of the way in the hopper, the truck is packed out.

Half way through the can, the 4 year old baby falls in. As Zoe attempts to pack in the 4 year old and dump another can, someone brings out a short baby boy about 3 foot 4 and wearing a thick disposable diaper.  The boy’s diaper has a ton of green and black slimy stuff all over him and his diaper. The guy bringing him out is wearing thick rubber gloves....and holding the boy with his arms fully extended.

 “Toss him in as the blade struggles to make room in the truck, alright?” Said Zoe to the guy still holding the slimy boy.

The 4 year old and the slimy boy are both packed, but poking out back into the hopper.

Next can is the one full of the girl’s clothing and dirty cloth diapers.

The girl in her retro luvs diaper comes spilling out of the next can. The final can contains the wet disposables and cabbage patch dolls. The doll’s diapers and little girl are all on top of the blade as it tries to pack in the garbage. With each cycle, a few more items drop down into the hopper. With the final item in the cans;  “Keep your head down!” shouts Zoe to the baby girl in the hopper. Then Zoe brings down the pre-crusher which made the hopper into a storage area. Zoe runs the packer and it compressed the girl, her diapers and the dolls, in the hopper but the blade only moves about 1/3rd of the way. Zoe leaves the blade where it is,  to secure the garbage. Then Zoe releases the pre-crusher and then dumps the final carts. Then Zoe uses the pre-crusher to push the diapers down and re extend the blade.  “I am scared, and it is stinky in here!” Said the little girl.

Zoe can see the little girl pressed against the wall of dirty diapers from under the pre-crusher. The little girl is surrounded by crushed cabbage patch dolls, stained by the soiled diapers around her.

Zoe tells the baby girl; “We will be headed to the dump, and you will be out of this smelly truck soon…”

Zoe closes and latches, the side-loader door and then Zoe gets back in the truck. They all head to the landfill. Then...Zoe and Sadie drive to the Diaper-only landfill, where there are transfer station compactors used to compact and then send all of the loads of diapers and babies down a chute for sorting and separating.

Both Zoe and Sadie, are each given a bonus check from the private landfill....in the amount of...$600 bucks. They both are being paid for the babies.....and the weight that they have in the truck.

They both empty the truck and then drive back to the trash company yard....so they both can go home for the day.

The next day is Tuesday. Zoe is the only one driving today.

Day two-Week one:

Its Tuesday....the route has three home daycares, a diaper factory, a diaper sales store and lots of houses.

Zoe is the ONLY driver that day.

Her route starts at 7:30 am.

Zoe drives to the yard to get into your uniform.  Her uniform has a picture of a diaper with a red circle and line through it on each sleeve.

The name of the Company is called; Zoe & Sadie’s Diaper and Baby Disposal

The trucks are baby blue and white. The cabs are white while the packer and bodies are baby blue.

Zoe wears cover-alls to work in. The cover-alls are baby blue and white too. Zoe & Sadie’s Company Provides them for all of their drivers. Today, Zoe isn’t wearing a uniform.

Once Zoe gets to the yard, she goes into the office and gets her route sheet and truck assignment for that sheet.

Zoe walks out to her truck, inspects it, making sure it is in working order.  Satisfied, Zoe gets into the cab, and heads out to her first stop.

The truck's body is empty except for a few diapers that were still in there, stuck to the floor.  The neighborhood Zoe goes to first is a suburban one....Zoe works her way back to the city. Zoe turns right from the main street into the track housing neighborhood.

At the first stop, there are four tall totes worth of disposable diapers that were not rolled up or in bags. Zoe gets out of the cab and opens the door to the side-loader hopper.  Zoe grabs the first tote and tips it into the hopper, spilling diapers all over the bottom of the hopper.  Zoe repeats the process with totes 2-4 before running the packer. The truck is empty; the blade easily pushes all the diapers into the holding area of the truck.  Zoe places the totes back on the curb and heads to her next stop.

Zoe goes to the next house, next door and they have four aluminum trash cans without lids on them, over stuffed with loose, unwrapped disposable diapers in them, and three totes that have mixed diapering trash in them. Onesies, footed sleepers, two dozen freshly washed and dried and folded cloth diapers, and a baby boy wearing very dirty, cloth diapers that have grease stains on the butt

The first tote had the baby in it, and he is covered with scattered clean folded, unused disposable diapers, four freshly washed onesies and a few cloth diapers.

The second tote has the baby's clothing in it, his sock monkey, and the baby's crib sheets and comforter

The third tote has nothing but his wet loose, unrolled disposable diapers.

Zoe gets out at the second stop and heads for the cans. She is a little annoyed by the 4 cans without lids, as some of the diapers have spilled on the ground.  Noticing the baby boy,  Zoe dumps 2 aluminum cans of diapers into the hopper area before hooking up the tote with the boy. Zoe activates the lift to tip the tote, spilling the baby boy into the truck along with his diapers and clothes.  Zoe unhooks the tote and dumps the second tote in with him seeing his sock monkey. Zoe hands the Monkey to him. “It is a toy you can play with during the ride to the landfill.” Said Zoe to the boy in the hopper.

Zoe runs the packer, pushing the boy and his stinky diapers into the truck.  While the packer runs, Zoe empties the 2 aluminum cans on top of the blade.

Once the blade retracts, the diapers fall down into the hopper.  Zoe hooks up and dumps the third tote and picks up about a dozen diapers that spilled on the ground.

Zoe runs the packer again and gets back into the cab.

The house next door, has six aluminum cans with the lids sitting next to them on the ground.....the first two have formerly wet cloth diapers in them that had dried up while waiting for trash pick-up. the second two cans, have a couple of unopened packages of Pampers diapers, six stained up and slightly ripped onesies, some extra large pull-ups and a whole bunch of adult diapers in them.

The cans are so over filled, that a lot of the diapers fell onto the ground around the cans.

Zoe pulls up and heads to the cans.  “Great! More overflowing cans spilling diapers on the ground!!!! Zoe thinks.

Just as Zoe pulls up, the mother comes walking out holding her 12 year old girl's hand who is wearing a SUPER thick, bulky fat butted Attends with waist band disposable diaper that has eight booster pads in side of it and half a bottle's worth of baby powder in it too

"No mommy...NO! I don't WANT to go! I DON'T WANT TO GO!

Stop it mommy!!!! Pleaded the girl as her mommy dragged her out to the waiting garbage truck, kicking and struggling.

 “COME...ON! don't make me carry you!

I told you.....if you continued to act like that...I was going to dispose of you AND your clothing too!

I JUST changed your diaper, to get you ready for disposal too!!!” Said the mother to her daughter.

“Excuse me....miss? Could you take my diapered daughter please?

she isn't behaving and I already have her twin sister inside that is behaving well.

I also have to go back into the house to go get the 32 gallon trash can with her clean diapers and clothing too.” Said the mother to Zoe.

As the mother is walking up, Zoe dumps the two cans with the dried out cloth diapers. “Nothing like the smell of dried up stale pee in the morning” Zoe thinks to herself.  

“Sure! There is always room in my truck for more garbage.  Zoe tells the mother.

"GREAT! Says the mother. “Here!” The Mother gives Zoe her daughter's hand. Zoe takes the girl’s hand and she begins to struggle.

“No! Please! I don’t want to be garbage! I promise I will be good!!! Please don’t put me in that truck with my dirty diapers!!!!” Pleads the girl to Zoe.

The mother goes back into the house and then a few seconds later, comes back out dragging the Rubbermaid 32 gallon trash can with the girl's clean attends diapers and clothing in it

Zoe picks up the girl and looks at her. “I’m sorry sweetie but, you were a naughty girl and your mommy is throwing you away!” Zoe puts the girl in the hopper with the dried out cloth diapers.

Zoe dumps the cans with the onesies and unused Pampers as well as the overfilled cans of dirty diapers. The girl tries to climb out but, it is too high for her to get a good grip.  Zoe pushes her back in and she lands on the dirty diapers. “Bad garbage!”  Zoe tells the girl. “I better pack you in!!!!” Zoe runs the packer as the mom returns with the 32 gallon can.

“No! please! Get me out mommy…..please!” The girl yells.  “These diapers smell awful

please I’m not garbage...” Pleads the girl as she lays in the hopper.

The girl’s cries are muffled as the blade pushes her into the truck.

Zoe takes the 32 gallon can and dumps it in, then lowers the pre-crusher panel and leaves the blade extended to keep the girl from crawling out.

“I can see why you wanted to throw her away! Zoe told the mom as she heads back to the cab.

The house next door has six more aluminum trash cans full of wet disposable Abena Abri-form X-plus diapers.....in the first can.....and the second can has been over stuffed with two packages worth of slightly wet Attends with waistband disposable diapers in it...the third can has slightly wet booster pads in it with some formerly wet cloth diapers on top...the lid was put on, but the cloth diapers are sticking out and draped across the edge of the can. The forth can has crib sheets and a crib comforter in it...

The fifth can has used baby wipes, disposable diapers that are just tossed into it and not rolled up at all,  the sixth can has brand new onesies that had been worn a few times and then got so stained up with green slimy gels and pee.

A man comes out carrying another baby girl. She has two pig-tails and she has a baby bottle in her mouth. She is wearing a medium Attends with waistband diaper with four booster pads in it, six layered toddler cloth diapers that are ripped and torn and stained up. The girl's father had checked her diaper right as Zoe was next door.

He had wiped the girl up with a whole container's worth of wipes.

He stuffed the wipes into the back of the girl's diaper and most of the wipes were sticking out of the elastic waistband of the girl's diaper.

“Hey, miss.....my baby girl here......can't talk...she can walk but not too well. The wife and I decided that we no longer want to pay for diapers for her any more....this economy...you know. Is it alright if I hand her to you?” Asked the father.

“Yeah….I totally understand! Diapers are expensive….and it looks like this little one goes through them fast!” Said Zoe.

“I also have my son...he's 17 and still wear diapers. I also need to get him out here...but I can't until you take my daughter. Can you wait for a few seconds while I go in and bring him out?” Asked the Father to Zoe. “Come here sweetie…” Zoe said, holding out her hand. “Hey miss...she can barely walk. That is why we carry her” Explained the father talking to Zoe

Zoe takes the girl from him,  holds her up,  “Is someone ready for a ride”  Asks Zoe to the girl, in a playful voice. “gurgle, gurgle” as the girl smiles.

“You are a cute little thing!” Zoe sets her in the can of onesies, because it was not too full. “Did you make these all messy? I bet you did! Stay here while I put some diapers in the truck. The metal bottom is not soft enough for you!” Explained and asked Zoe to the little disabled diapered girl.

The father goes back into the house, then comes back out with the 17 year old son...wearing a Tranquility brand disposable diaper that is WAY too big for him....the diaper has ten thick booster pads in it, and a six cloth diapers in the font half of the diaper and six in the back half of the disposable diaper

Zoe empties the cans of diapers and booster pads, then the sheets.

The father walks to the side of the truck, waits for a moment then makes his son stand next to the hopper.

Half of the crib comforter and one of the disposable diapers had fallen on the edge of the hopper, half in and half out...half the comforter was sticking out of the side of the truck's hopper too. As the boy waits beside the truck, the father goes over to take one last look into the front of the boy's diaper. Then the father gives the boy a kiss on the forehead and then steps back. By this time...the wife had come out...carrying the two kid's diaper bags with their clean changes of disposable diapers in them and a laundry basket full of some of the boy's old formerly wet cloth diapers that they had saved up for a month. The basket was VERY, VERY full. A few of the diapers had fallen out on the way out to the truck. The mother goes back to get the cloth diapers that had fallen out and then tosses them into the basket.

The mother sets the laundry basket down next to the boy....then she puts both of the expensive diaper bags down next to the laundry basket. Then she goes and stands next to her husband about five feet or less, away to watch their soon to be former disabled and diapered kids get compacted.

The 17 year old is a little heavy and they do not have a machine liftable can. “Would  you mind just climbing into the truck?” Zoe asks the 17 year old boy. Zoe nods and even brushes the crib comforter and disposable diaper into the truck.

The boy tries to climb up with one leg and then the other...he gets stuck on the side of the hopper He is bent over the side...his super thick disposable diaper sticking up and his legs dangling. Zoe tosses the laundry basket in and brings the can with his little sister in it to the truck.  Zoe takes the little girl out of the can and hands her to her brother.  “Here you go sweetie. Your brother will stay with you on your ride to the landfill.” Said Zoe.  Zoe hands him his sister and he makes a face as he takes her. “Eew!  I think Alexis pooped her diaper.” Exclaims the boy holding his sister.  Zoe hands the boy the diaper bags. “Hold on to the diaper bags. Once you get to the landfill, you can change her. There is no reason to do so now! She has a long trip still and that won't be the only poopy diaper in the truck!” Explains Zoe to the boy.

one of his cloth diapers that was sticking out in front, had become snagged on something

The parents wave goodbye as Zoe runs the packer, pushing the boy and girl into the truck with the other diapering garbage.

Zoe gives the cloth diaper a pull, tearing it free and tosses it in the truck. The diaper is now ripped along the soaker pad near the top.

At the next house next door, a baby boy who was wearing six layers of soaking wet cloth diapers that he had been wearing during testing at one of the diaper factories nearby. Grease streaks and nasty green gels were all over the boy....and they were still wet too....the boy's diaper is dripping wet....he is tied up with his feet tied together.....and his hands tied behind his back. The boy is 8 years old....he has lots of freckles on his face.

There are four totes at this stop.

The first tote has the cloth diapers that had been experimented on at the diaper factory....

used to test their chemicals and to clean up around the lab.

The second tote had clean unopened packages of Attends with waistband, a package that had been opened, of tranquility large adult sized diapers, and a TON of wet disposable diapers that were not rolled up

The third tote has a plush monkey in it....with four baby blue footed sleepers that also had chemical stains all over them and gels that were still wet.....

The forth tote had nothing but unrolled, wet, chemically soaked disposable diapers and old wet cloth diapers too

the lids on ALL of the totes couldn't even close the totes were so full.

a stringy haired blond with her front teeth missing came out carrying another one of her boys....THIS boy.....was very dirty...he hadn't had a shower or been wiped up at all during diaper changes.....He is wearing an Abena Abri-Form Super Plus disposable diaper, with six booster pads in it and the diaper also had six cloth diapers layered inside, at the front.  The cloth diapers were sticking out of the elastic about an inch.

The woman had lent her kids to the diaper factory to test the factory's chemicals....for a lot of money.

When she got the kids back from the factory, the factory rep told her to dispose of both of them. They told her that they'd never get the chemicals off completely.

The woman walks over to Zoe, carrying the other boy.....in her arms...he has a binky in his mouth......the boy is 14 years old.

"Here...."Said the woman, offering the other boy to Zoe. "Take him! Do what you want with him! I'm DONE with these two!”

Said the crack-head looking woman to Zoe thrusting the boy she was carrying into Zoe’s arms. Zoe takes the 14 year old from the woman.

“I need to get my truck ready for you! Will you be a good boy while I dump one of these cans?” Asked Zoe to the 8year old. The boy nods.

“Maybe. Miss...where are you going to put me while you do this? asks the boy.

Zoe dumps the tote with the clean diapers and soiled diapers into the truck.

“You can stand next to your brother.”  Said Zoe to the 8 year old. “ok...is, here...ok?” Asked the boy standing next to the hopper with his brother. “That is perfect honey!” Zoe Tells the boy. The boy watches as Zoe dumps the tote. Then, one of the tapes on the 8 year old's diaper pops loose. The boy's diaper starts to sag and slowly slide down...to the ground while standing there, next to the trash truck. The 14 year old doesn't notice and doesn't care. The 8 year old looks at Zoe; “Oh no! Your diapee if falling off!” Zoe Exclaims as she watches the 8 year old’s diaper start to slide down to the ground while standing next to the trash truck. Zoe reaches into the hopper and grabs an Attends diaper.

“This might be a little big, but it will do.” Said Zoe to the 8 Year old changing the boy’s diaper. Zoe takes off the old diaper, quickly puts a clean Attends on the little boy, untying him. “There is another boy and little girl in the truck. There are not too many diapers between you and them. You should have some friends in the truck.” Said Zoe to the 8 year old boy who’s diaper fell off. Zoe picks up the 8 year old and puts him in the hopper. “Is it my turn miss?”  Asks the 14 year old. “Miss? can I have one of my diapers to hold please?” Asked the 8 year old raising his head up so he can see Zoe. “You are such a good little boy! Here is a diaper for you.” Says Zoe handing the boy a thick wet disposable diaper. “Thanks miss.” Says the boy to Zoe, taking the diaper from her.

“It is YOUR turn to get into the garbage truck now!” Said Zoe to the 14 year old boy. The 14 year old boy, holds out his arms for Zoe to pick him up.

“Will it hurt to be in this garbage miss?” Asked the 14 year old.

As Zoe had picked the 14 year old up, the cloth diapers sticking out of his waist band elastics got caught on the edge of the packer blade....causing him to be stuck there...facing the packer.

Zoe smiles at him. “It will be cramped and stinky from all the dirty diapers, but it won't hurt.” Zoe tugs the cloth diaper out from the little boy’s disposable diaper so she can set him in the hopper. “Here is your monkey.” Said Zoe as she tipped the tote with the boy’s monkey and clothes in the hopper.

“Is that the thing that is going to crush me?” Asked the 14 year old pointing at the blade that his diaper got stuck on.

Zoe dumped the final tote. “Yes! That is what makes room for more garbage in my truck! I am going to run the packer now! Be calm…..and it will be ok!” said Zoe as she ran the compactor in the truck.

The boy put on a brave face as the packer roared to life. The boy was shaking. Zoe could tell he was peeing himself as the blade pushed him into the body of the truck.

Once the cycle stopped, Zoe could hear the boys introducing themselves to the other 2 children from next door. Zoe could even hear a muffled noise from the bratty girl. It sounded like she had calmed down. “All in” Zoe told the mom and then headed back to the cab.

Zoe drives to the next house...

There are seven over stuffed totes full of wet disposable diapers, clean cloth diapers, six unopened packages of Attends with waistband, six opened package of LUVS diapers, two packs worth of loose clean unused Tranquility medium diapers, sixteen loose, freshly washed white-shirts, five clean white onesies. Tote One, has the packs of diapers in it,  Tote Two has all oft he wet diapers in it...the lid can't even close it's so over stuffed. Tote Three, has the onesies and cloth diapers in it, and THAT lid also can't close all of the way. Tote Four has the loose Tranquility medium diapers in it and it too is over stuffed. Tote Five has more formerly wet cloth diapers at the bottom half and the other half of the tote has loose wet, tranquility, attends, luvs diapers, all that had not been rolled up for disposal. Tote Six has more unused, loose clean disposable diapers in it.....some cloth training pants and disposable training pants…some had been wet and the others were still clean and folded.

Tote seven....has one of the three babies in it, the bottom of the tote has loose soaking wet cloth diapers, soaking wet clothing....that all had been rinsed in the toilet before disposal. On top of and all around the boy....who was 13 years old, were all of his Attends small diapers, his Luvs size six, his clean cloth diapers, 14 pairs of plastic pants....and more Tranquility disposable diapers that had been worn but not wet in yet....

the boy had been tied up with his hands behind his back...and his legs together...so that he couldn't escape.

The parents attached a post-it note on the boy's butt of his VERY bulky disposable diaper that had six booster pads in the front and six in the back...which were sticking out of the diaper at the waist in back and front. the boy had an errection...and the top of it could be seen sticking out a little bit. Sitting next to tote one...was a 12 year old sandy blond haired girl wearing a VERY thick First Quality brand disposable diaper with six Dignity brand disposable booster pads in front and six in back….they were also sticking out of the back and front of her diaper. She was sitting in a cheap pink folding stroller with a princess printed on the back of the seat. The mother had hung a back pack over stuffed with some of her clean disposable diapers in it and another diaper bag with some cloth diapers and plastic pants in it...the back pack was SO full, that it couldn't be zipped up all of the way.

next to her...were four white, tall kitchen trash bags with red tie handles on them....FULL of her thick, unrolled disposable diapers in them....the bag had some rips and tears in them at the bottom. One of the bags full of diapers, was also sitting on the girl's lap.....

making her face hard to see.                                                                                                  

Just then, the tall dark haired mother...who had just finished diapering the last of her kids....in their "disposal diaper."

Then, she poked the corners of a tall kitchen trash bag out and then pulled the bag over the baby's legs....she then had dragged him around filling the bag with all of his wet disposable diapers until the bag was full.

Then she had tied it up around the boy's chest so that his head was sticking out.

She then took the bag by it's ties and then dragged it out to the curb...where Zoe is now.

The woman leaves the bag and then goes back inside.

The boy is 16 years old. Zoe gets out and grabs tote one, hooks it up to the truck and dumps it. Next, Zoe gets tote 2, using her hands to keep the lid down long enough to roll it to her truck and dump it.

Zoe repeats the process with totes 3 and 4 before running the packer.

As the packer crushes the load, Zoe dumps tote 5, the diapers from the tote, fall onto the packer blade. Finally,  Zoe gets to the tote with the 13 year old.

Zoe notices the boy is tied up. “Uh oh! Did someone try to escape” Asked Zoe to the boy.

“Yes!  He was a bad boy!” Zoe hears from the girl in the stroller.

“Well!  I guess I’d better get you packed away then!” Says Zoe.  Then Zoe rolls tote 6 to the hopper and tips it in. “Better run the packer to be sure” Says Zoe.

The blade pushed the boy into the truck with the stinky diapers.

Now Zoe turns her attention to the bags of garbage next to the curb.

Zoe tosses in 2 of the bags of dirty diapers but one bursts spilling half the contents on the street. Zoe curses under her breath and picks the loose diapers up that were spilled onto the ground next to the truck.

Next, Zoe picks up the boy in the garbage bag. “Wow! What a heavy and stinky bag this is!  I’d better get you in my truck, boy!

Zoe picks up the bag and dumps him in the truck. He lands on the 2 bags of dirty diapers in the hopper.

Zoe tosses the finale 2 bags of diapers in the truck then goes back to the girl in her stroller.

Zoe wheels the stroller next to the hopper pretending not to notice the little girl. Zoe fakes trying to pick up the bag of diapers then "notices" who is holding it.

“Wow!  You are such good garbage, holding that bag nice and tight for me….and this is such a pretty princess stroller!” Said Zoe to the girl in the stroller.

the girl blushed. “I am a good girl……unlike my brother!” Said the girl in the stroller to Zoe. “Good! So you will not give me any trouble when I put you in the garbage truck?” Said Zoe. “No!” Said the girl in the stroller.

Zoe smiles at her. “You are such a good girl!  Why did your mommy throw you away?”  The Girl in the stroller, nods at the bag in her arms full of dirty princess training pants. “I was no good at potty training. Mommy was tired of diapers! She threw my brothers away but told me if I could be a big girl she would keep me but I couldn’t keep my big girl panties clean!  So she had to put me out on trash day!

Mommy gave me plenty of chances but, this morning when I woke up with a dirty diapee, I knew I was going to the garbage” Explained the girl in the stroller to Zoe.

Zoe gave her a kiss, took her dirty diaper bag from her but, she held onto it.  “No I failed to be a big girl! I want to be crushed with my dirty diapers.”  “The truck would tear open the bag and get your wet diapers all over you!” Zoe told the girl in the stroller. “I am in the garbage and so are these! We can get packed together.” Exclaimed the girl in the stroller. Zoe lifted the stroller with the girl and bag of diapers into the truck and then ran the packer. The girl hugged the bag of dirty diapers and as the truck packed the load, the bag burst and the force pushed her face right into all the diapers she had a brave face on all the way into the truck. The boy in the bag of diapers started to cry as he was packed.

his sister just looked at him and told him: “be good garbage”

Zoe got back in and headed to the next stop

The next two houses were the only ones in this area, that were left to do, before Zoe had to go to the first of two daycares, then the diaper factory on the other side of diaper town

inside diaper city.

The next house, had six large, brown totes over stuffed with nothing but wet disposable diapers that weren't rolled up. The father of this house, had been up early...taking all of the trash out from the garage...in the house, and putting it into the totes and bags.

He is still working to get the last of the garbage out as Zoe pulls up.

On the lawn, at the curb, the six totes are lined up in a row. Behind them though, is a medium sized pile of tall black contractor strength trash bags FULL of wet cloth diapers that had dried and were kept in the bags for over a month, and the second contractor sized bag had a pair of legs sticking out of the punched out holes in the corners....they belonged to a boy....wearing a VERY thick disposable diaper...with twelve layered cloth diapers on underneath the disposable and a pair of extra large cloth training pants on over the cloth diapers, to keep the diapers on if the disposable falls off.

a tan Rubbermaid storage tote was also on the lawn...it had a green locking top on it...

it was full of diapered cabbage patch dolls and a 5 year old boy...wearing a THICK, saggy Luvs diaper that had been wet in.....the storage tote also had two of the boy's full baby powder containers, his wipes, and some of the Luvs diapers from a clean package that the mother had torn open and dumped in before closing and locking the lid.

The father then brought out the last two large bags of disposable diapers...that were wet from the prior two weeks past....before he brought out another storage tote full of plastic pants that had a few tears in the front and sides....and some ripped up cloth diapers that had a few holes in the middles and wings of the diapers.

The diapers had been wet in at least twice before being disposed of in and with the tote

Then the father goes into the house through the garage.....while Zoe is pulling up

the father returns with his disabled...THICKLY diapered 38 year old son...who can barely walk or hold himself up. The disabled boy's diaper is SO thick...that the boy couldn't put his legs together...the boy was wearing a onesie too....and a pair of blue shorts. The boy can only mumble and drool a lot....his legs are pigeon toed. The father slowly walks the boy over to the side of Zoe’s truck.....then leans his diapered disabled boy,  against the side, near the back wheels....and begins to take the boy's shorts off.

The father then flings the boy's shorts into the hopper.

Then, the father unsnaps the boy's onesie and begins to take the onesie off.

Zoe gets out of the truck and greets the father as she takes the first of the totes, and dumps it in her truck. The father of the disabled 38 year old, flings the boy's onesie into the truck after Zoe is done dumping the first tote. Zoe empties the 2nd and third totes before running the packer.

“Quite a lot of garbage this morning I see” States Zoe to the Father.

“Yes...I know miss.....spring cleaning...” Explains the father to Zoe.

“Miss...is there a place that I can change him before he is disposed of?” Asks the father looking around for a place to change the boy.

 “No place in my truck I am afraid. I guess you can do him on the ground but if you want to save some time, he can just go into the truck with his dirty diaper…”Explained Zoe to the father.

My boy here has quite a thick diaper on...but, it's wet and he gets cranky when his diaper is wet. “Ok....he'll just have to go in wet then...” says the father shrugging his shoulders.

He then grabs the boy's right hand and then guides him over to the hopper.

“My truck is good at handling cranky kids. I have a 12 year old girl packed in she was quite a screamer” Explained Zoe to the father.

“WOW!” said the father as he struggled to lift the boy up and get him in to the hopper.

The father gets his boy half way up and gets his boy to the point where the boy is bent over the side of the hopper

the father then takes hold of the boy's legs and then flips them over the side...flipping the boy into the hopper. The boy lands onto his back, in the hopper on top of the diapers that are already inside. “Hey Miss, there is a girl trying to get back into the hopper....

adds the father. MAN! she is THICKLY diapered too!

Zoe dumps tote 4 in  “Oops! the girl just tripped over the stroller in there!” commented the father. the girl falls half way back into the hopper. The girl's diaper gets snagged on the stroller and then the seat of her diaper plastic rips a little bit “Nothing my truck can’t handle.” Zoe says, running the packer.

The diapers in the hopper begin to bunch up, roll and tumble as the packer pushes them into the truck...the diapers begin to press against the 38 year old's butt and sides.....the boy rolls to his right side.....as he is pushed into the holding area.

The boy's wet diaper, bunches up against him and between his legs as the diapers force themselves between his legs.

“Thanks miss....I really appreciate you doing my boy and his wet diapers”

says the father.

“No problem” Zoe says.  Zoe dumps totes 5 and 6 before moving onto the Rubbermaid tote and bags. “Aww what a cute little guy! His dollies and he are soaked!” Commented Zoe. Zoe tosses the bags in. “You want to save the tote?” Asks Zoe to the Father.

“Nah....I don't really need it. Says the father. “Are you going to toss the tote with my baby inside of the tote? Asks the father.

Zoe tosses the tote in the truck, picks up any loose items then runs her packer. “Have a nice day” Zoe says to the father as she gets back into the cab and starts to head to the next stop. The father goes back to the garage.

The last house has six totes OVER STUFFED with loose disposable diapers in them. The lids are not able to be closed. There are four other 32 gallon sized aluminum trash cans FULL of diapers....disposable diapers that are NOT rolled up, they are only wet. Behind tote number four in the row of totes, a small pile of white forceflex trash bags....lay on the lawn.

One bag, contains wet disposable diapers that are not rolled up. and a baby boy wearing very thick Attends with waistband medium adult diapers with six DIGNITY Extra Duty brand Booster pads....inside of it. His butt is SO thick and padded, it makes it hard for him to walk....or stand.

The trash bag the boy is in, has his own wet disposable Attends diapers in it....and the bag is rather over stuffed too. The boy's head is sticking out of the top of the bag...the red tie handles are tied...three of the four bags, including the one the boy is in, are ripped slightly near the bottoms from dragging them to the curb.

Zoe gets out of the truck, rolls a tote to her truck and dumps it in, spilling diapers all over the hopper. Zoe repeats the process with the next 3 totes before running the packer.

While the packer runs, Zoe empties the final 2 totes and 4 cans of diapers.

Since there is a nice fluffy pile of dirty diapers in the hopper, Zoe picks up the bag with the baby boy and underhand tosses him into the truck.

Zoe does the same with the other bags of diapers, holding them from the bottom so they don’t rip. The bags burry the little boy in the hopper.

Zoe runs the packer but the hopper is so full that only the dirty diapers are pushed into the truck. The boy and the bags of diapers rise up as the blade pushes the diapers in under him. Once the blade retracts the boy falls down into the hopper with a thud.

“sorry little guy. Thought you would fit in.” Says Zoe.  The truck is full enough now that the diapers meet resistance when packed and a few poke a little out of the holding area

Zoe runs one final packer cycle, lowers the pre-crusher to secure the load in case the boy is not pushed all the way in. Zoe gets back in the cab and moves on. Zoe is finished with this neighborhood....at least for the week....

Zoe drives her truck out to the main road then turns left and heads west.

She drives to the first of two Daycares that is all by it's self in a lonely cald-de-sack about ten blocks away.

The daycare usually has eight totes and four 32 gallon Rubbermaid trash cans...but they were given 14 totes so to hold all of their diapers and any babies that need to be disposed of. Today however, several sets of parents have requested that their little one get disposed of this week....they had been left at the daycare all week and the director, followed each parent's request by disposing of the babies on Thursday.

A few of the babies had their diapers wrapped in special diaper disposal bags that were slid on over the diapers that those babies were wearing...then the babies were put into a trash bag full of diapers from the nursery....the nursery then put the bags outside on Friday.

Tote one has nothing but diapers, tote two has nothing but diapers

tote two half full of cloth diapers that had been wet but had dried up.

tote three has mostly Attends diapers with waistband....in it

tote four has mostly LUVS diapers that were wet but had dried up a lot....

tote five, has a baby girl wearing an adult sized LUVS diaper that fits her....her diaper is really wet, but it has since dried, making the diaper stiff. She has a special diaper disposal bag put on over her diaper and then she is put into a tall white trash bag full of diapers then the bag is tied up with her head sticking out. Her legs are sticking out of the corners of the bag...as is every baby that is put into a trash bag.

Tote six, has a baby boy with a wet disposable Tranquility brand disposable diaper that is really, really thick and puffy. The Daycare just put him into the tote and then dumped the diaper trash cans in on top of him. The lid on THIS boy's tote is so full, the lid can't even hold the load. The lid is now down behind the tote's handle.

Tote Seven, has nothing but loose disposable diapers in it,

Tote Eight, has a few Cabbage patch dolls with thick disposable diapers on them and then the rest of the load in the tote is wet disposable diapers

Tote Nine has a 5 year old boy wearing a Thick Pampers diaper that has 6 Diaper doublers in it. He has his hands tied behind him to keep him from escaping the tote.

tote 10 also has a bunch of loose, wet, unrolled disposable diapers crammed and stuffed all around the 5 year old boy. The lid can't be closed on this one either

Tote 10, has nothing but clothing and loose, wet disposable diapers in it

Tote 11, has nothing but diapers in it, half of the tote has formerly wet cloth diapers in the bottom and loose, disposable diapers in the top half

tote 12, has nothing but loose disposable diapers in it

tote 13 has nothing but some old, tattered, ragged cloth diapers that have holes in them and were ripped a little bit at the ends of them....

Tote 14 has loose, clean, still folded Store brand size six disposable diapers filling the bottom half and more loose wet and dirty disposable diapers in it.

The eight 32 gallon rubber maid cans have nothing but loose, unwrapped wet disposable diapers in them

Zoe gets out of her truck and lifts the pre-crusher exposing the hopper. Zoe is pleased to see the boy from the previous stop was crammed into the truck.

Zoe hooks up and dumps totes; 1 and 2, spilling out a mix of mostly dirty pull-ups with a few toddler diapers. “Must be the toddler room’s diapers” Zoe thinks to herself.

Zoe does totes 3 and 4, then runs the packer. When Zoe gets to tote 5,  she sees the baby girl.  “Hello little one…are you garbage?” Zoe asks her.

She shakes her head no, and makes a pouty face. “Hmm!” Zoe says.

“Well,  you are in a garbage bag and in one of the big garbage cans. “Eww! You sure smell like garbage!!!” Says Zoe, bending over to sniff the girl’s diaper.

“I think you are garbage” Adds Zoe to the diapered girl.

 “Ok stinky, I am going to put you in my truck. Do you want some dollies to play with in the truck? Asks Zoe to the girl. She nods

“Ok.” Zoe Says.  Zoe grabs tote 9 and picks up a red head cabbage patch girl with a vintage Luvs pink diaper, it was soaking wet. “Here is a perfect dolly for you! She has stinky pants just like you!” Zoe says, handing the girl a diapered doll.

Zoe puts the doll in her garbage bag. “There, now she will be with you” said Zoe. Then Zoe empties tote 9 into the truck, spilling the rest of the dolls and diapers into it. Zoe wheels up the tote with the girl, hooks it to the truck. The girl tries to stall. “I have to go potty!” Blurts the diapered girl, to Zoe. 

“Just go in your diapee sweetie” Suggests Zoe to the diapered girl about to be loaded into the hopper of the truck.

“No! I don’t want to go potty in my diapee!” Pouts the diapered girl to Zoe.

“Well, either go in your diapee or hold it in! The truck will put pressure on you and it will come out eventually!” Explains Zoe right before she dumps the tote with the diapered girl in it, into the hopper of the truck. Zoe tips her into the hopper. She rolls onto the pile of dolls and diapers. Zoe then hooks up and dumps tote 7, not seeing the boy till he comes spilling out of the tote and into the hopper. “The hopper is getting full so Zoe decides to run the packer. The girl is sitting in the middle of the hopper surrounded by dolls and dirty diapers. The boy is right up against the blade.

The blade pushes into the boy forcing him into a ball and pushing him into the rest of the garbage by his diaper.  the diapers in the truck provide resistance and the little girl is packed from both sides. The girl squirms, trying to hold it but, the pressure gets to her. Zoe can see her face as she lets go, flooding her diaper. Zoe also sees her grunt. Zoe knows she had a poopy in her pants too.  The blade pushes the boy and diapers into the girl, then they are pushed towards the holding area. The pressure smashes the dolls face and bursts the bag the girl is in. The blade pushes the trash in, but when it releases, the girl and boy and some of the dolls push back into the hopper. They are wedged into the crushed diapers but, just not quite in the holding area. The girl is facing the entrance to the holding area, pressed into the diapers. Zoe can see a little brown stain, where she had a little blow out. The boy is tangled up with her as well.

                                                                                                                              

The owner of "Angela's Disposal Nursery and Daycare” comes walking out, holding two laundry baskets full of clean, and folded cloth diapers. The basket 1 has 60 folded cloth diapers in it. Basket two is half full of unfolded cloth diapers and clean onesies.

Miss...hey miss....can you take these please? I also have my payment for you too. She sets the baskets down next to the truck then reaches into her pocket and takes out a check for $400. “I only owe you...$60 but the rest is for you.” Says Angela.

“Sure”  Zoe tells Angela. Zoe then takes the baskets and tosses them into the truck.

“Thanks” Zoe says, taking the payment.  “Big load today….” Zoe adds half asking Angela about the size of the load. Yea....I'm so sorry about that....” Angela Says, apologizing for the amount of diaper trash. “No problem” Says Zoe. 

“Usually, we only have eight totes with our usual 32 gallon trash cans full too. We were given 14 totes to accommodate the babies that we have to dispose of.” Explains Angela

Zoe dumps tote 8 and moves tote 9 with the 6 year old to dump him.

“Yeah got 2 packed in already looks like number 3 is about to go. I see he objected to disposal.” Says Zoe to Angela. “Yea....he did” Sighs Angela.  “Could I watch, as the compactor does the diapers? Asks Angela. “We have to wrap the wet baby's diapers with special diaper disposal bags....even if the diaper is still on the baby.”

“Sure. Mind giving me a hand? I will dump the final totes, if you can do the 32 cans..” Says Zoe to Angela. “Sure thing....” Zoe flips tote 10, while Angela dumps 2 cans.

Angela looks in the hopper. “Looks like the other 2 didn’t pack in all the way. Says Angela. “Yeah, truck is about half full, but this load will push them in the holding area.

Angela then goes and gets the first 32 gallon trash can. she takes the lid off and then takes the can to the hopper. she lifts it up and then dumps all of the diapers into the hopper, the diapers spill out as Angela taps the can on the side of the hopper.

The second can, Angela dumps into the hopper, spilling out all of the diapers all over the hopper. The boy cries as a wet diaper lands business end over his face.

Zoe hooks up and dumps tote 11. “I am going to run the packer, as soon as she dumps her next 2 cans.” Explains Zoe to the boy in the hopper. Angela then reaches for can 3 and then dumps it...tons more diapers spill out onto the boy, covering his face, some with the wet inner liners in his face, head and body. Angela uses the bottom of the can to press the diapers down a tad before going to get the other two cans. Angela dumps can 4 and then stands back just far enough to see inside the hopper.

"So, how have you been?” Asks Angela.

Zoe pushes the button to start the packer cycle. “I have been good, picking up diapers and babies…keeps me busy.” Said Zoe making small talk with Angela.

“I can see that.” Says Angela. The blade pushes on the diapers, moving them around. The baskets of clothing and cloth diapers, pushes against the wall of crushed garbage, including the baby girl and boy. The baskets shatter, crack and bend up under the force, the blade pushes the new garbage against the wall of crushed garbage, pushing the dirty girl into the truck.

“I have a question...” Says Angela to Zoe. “Sure, fire away. Says Zoe as she grabs tote 12. “How many diapered disabled people do you take each day?” Asks Angela to Zoe.

“Probably 25-30 on an average day.” States Zoe to Angela.

“What is the average age range? I'm thinking about taking some older adults too....in my disposal daycare.” Asks and states Angela.

“Most of them are toddlers, between 5-12. I get a few teenagers and a very few adults.” States Zoe.

“Ok....but would you...take a few adults if they were brought out to the truck? I KNOW they won't fit in the totes.” Asks Angela.

“Parents usually get tired of all the dirty diapers around that time. States Zoe.

“I don't get tired of wet diapers...it's my JOB to take interest.” States Angela.

Then Angela grabs can 5 and then dumps it into the truck.

“I can take adults, though I either need their cooperation or help if they are not in a tote.” States Zoe to Angela. “Oh...ok....I'll have to see if I can get them put into totes.” Says Angela. “Yeah but people like you and me are exceptions we work around diapers all the time. Says Zoe with a smile. “true.....I am used to the smell.” States Angela

“They fit pretty well. Put them in the tote, then fill the tote with diapers around them.” Suggests Zoe to Angela. “Like I do with the toddlers and teens? Ok….”Says Angela grabbing can six. Then Angela dumps can six.

Zoe hooks up and dumps tote 13, and then wheels tote 14 to the truck.

“If I put out some baby clothing and a lot of cloth diapers....would you take them? “ Asks Angela. “Yeah, I will take any diaper or baby related item including dolls.” States Zoe to Angela. “GREAT! I have a TON of dolls that I have NO idea what to do with. Next week, I'll have them out for you. Says Angela. Then Angela puts the cans back at the curb. “Sure thing. You put it out ill crush it.” States Zoe to Angela.

 “Thanks. One more thing...miss, what happens if one of the parents comes back to me and asks for their baby back and you are here loading them? What should I tell them?”

Zoe tips tote 14 into the truck. “That is up to you. I Don’t want to bother with it. Tell them they have already been hauled to the landfill. If they want to get them out, as long as they are not packed in the truck, it is possible but, if they are packed, then I cannot get them out.” Explains Zoe.

“AH, ok. I almost forgot, someone from your company called me and told me that they are going to start having me sign over custody of the babies to your company. I am supposed to sign a paper that gives you rights to them before you leave. I brought the paper that I picked up at your company's office yesterday. States Angela, taking out the folded paper from her back pocket. She unfolds it and then presents it to Zoe. “It has been signed. Also, on the paper, are the list of all the baby's names, what they were wearing when disposed of.” States Angela before stepping backwards, about to head back inside.

“Great, thanks,” Zoe takes the paper. Then Angela waves to Zoe as she goes back into the disposal nursery and daycare.

Zoe waves back then runs the pre-crusher to push the huge pile of diapers down into the hopper then runs the packer to crush them. Zoe gets back in the cab putting the paperwork in the file area along with the payment.

Zoe drives back out to the main street and then continues west.

The next daycare is only eight blocks due southwest from there. It takes 15 minutes or less to get there.

The second daycare is also a baby care, adoption and disposal daycare.....they take developmentally delayed adults who are chronologically 1-3. They also take the usual 3 to 20 ages too. Zoe arrives at the daycare. A cleaning lady is out at the curb, putting a couple of janitorial trash carts worth of wet diapers into the totes.

There are 10 totes at this Daycare and four 32 gallon trash cans; aluminum ones that have lids that are so bent up, that they won't go back on.

The first aluminum can has a 3 year old wearing a REALLY thick, puffy-butted Vintage Luvs Deluxe For Boys diaper....with three toddler sized, extra large cloth diapers on underneath....and lots of other wet LUVS diapers that he had worn the prior two weeks ago. The daycare had been skipped the week before because of non payment...

Can two has nothing but folded cloth diapers in toddler sizes in it....that had rips and tears in them. Can three has Pampers Cruisers size 7 in them that were slightly wet and then taken off. Can four has a dirty stained up, old blue fleece footed sleeper that is now stuck to the bottom of the can...and on top of that, are some pull-ups, that were wet and some that had some water spill stains in them but were dried up. there were also a few clean but unfolded, modified cloth diapers that had been sewn together so to fit a 20 year old.  Tote one has a bunch of loose, unbagged wet disposable diapers in it with a second load of formerly wet cloth diapers that got a few coffee grounds spilled onto them before they got disposed of. Tote two, has nothing but wet, not poopy, pull-ups in it in extra large sizes. Tote three has half a package of unused Attends with the waistband in it and then the rest are wet Attends that were not rolled up. All of the Attends had doubled Booster pads in them too. Totes 5, 6 & 7 have mixed cloth & disposable diapers in them. Tote 8 has a baby boy in it that is wearing an Abena Abri-Form X-Plus disposable diaper with eight layered Toddler cloth diapers in it, four in front and four in back. The diapers are sticking out of the waistband and half hanging out.

Tote nine has a 20 year old baby girl that can't walk or talk, in it. She is wearing a VERY bulky disposable Attends with waistband disposable diaper with eight doubled booster pads inside and six layered cloth diapers inside as well that are also sticking out of the waistband. In her tote, there are some Clean, unfolded cloth diapers underneath her and then a ton of wet attends and a bunch of her Cabbage patch dolls that are wearing thick wet Pampers diapers from the daycare. The totes are So full, that the lids aren't able to close.

Zoe gets out of her truck and resets the hopper.

“Can tell it’s been a few weeks” Zoe thinks, smelling the very stale wet diapers.

The cleaning lady comes out again with the third cart so full, that she has to stop to pick up some of the diapers that keep falling out. Zoe wheels tote #1 to the truck and drags 2 of the cans as well. Zoe dumps tote #1 and empties the 2 aluminum cans not holding the baby boy. “Hello” Zoe gestures to her truck. “Just go ahead and empty it in there” Suggests Zoe. Zoe grabs the can with the boy and notices his vintage diaper.

“Well little one that is an old diaper. Those are the style I wore growing up.” States Zoe commenting to the little boy.  “What a shame to waste such an old diaper on a little stinker like you! Oh well! Into my truck you go!!!!” Zoe says to the boy.

Zoe puts the boy in the truck and dumps the rest of his diapers on top of him then runs the packer. The boy's diaper begins to bunch up between his legs as the diapers all around him begin to press against him and his puffy crinkly butt.

The pressure causes the old puffy diaper to split a little in the back

“Oh well! Plenty of diapers around to soak up any leaks.” Zoe thinks to herself.

As the blade crushed the baby boy and his vintage diapers, Zoe dumps the totes with cloth diapers and Pampers size 7s as well as the final aluminum can.

The boy face-plants into the crushed diapers and is crushed into the truck. Zoe dumps tote 6 and runs another cycle before dumping tote 7 with its mix of diapers.

As tote 7 dumps, the morning coffee hits. Need to pee! Zoe thinks. Zoe relaxes as the diapers flow into the truck. Zoe lets loose her secret weapon, a goodnites pull-up, soaking it all up. Once the tote is empty, Zoe moves to get the 8^th tote with baby boy in it.

“In you go little one!” Zoe says as she empties his tote into the truck. Zoe runs the packer again to clear space for the final totes.

The baby boy is pressed against all the garbage but is poking out a bit after the cycle.

Zoe dumps tote 9 in, spilling a bunch of dirty pull-ups and toddler diapers onto the floor of the hopper. Zoe then wheels the final tote with the 20 year old girl over to the hopper.

“Not a talker I see?” Zoe says to her as she hooks the girl’s tote to her truck.

The owner of the daycare comes out wheeling a cheap toddler stroller with Aladdin prints all over it that has a 20 year old developmentally delayed boy in it, wearing thick, bulky Attends with waistband that has eight doubled booster pads in it, half a bottle's worth of baby powder in it and ten layered toddler cloth diapers on top of that. The boy is buckled into the stroller and the stroller has a back pack full of cloth diapers, plastic pants, and half a bag worth of Attends with Waistband diapers that are clean. The boy is also holding 2 tall white force-flex trash bags full of formerly wet cloth diapers that would fit him and all of his wet, unfolded Attends diapers with Dignity Extra Duty brand booster pads and cloth diapers in them. The cloth diapers and cabbage patch kids with their very wet diapers spill into the hopper.

“One more I see? Zoe says to the owner. “Yep.... here you are. Says the man to Zoe. Meanwhile, the 42 year old Hispanic cleaning lady leaves the three full carts with disposable diapers, clean and formerly wet cloth diapers some that were modified for the 20 year old to wear; onesies, some for the 20 year old, some old cloth training pants that were once wet, and quite a few wet, torn up cloth diapers.

 Make sure that he gets put in there with his disposable diaper facing the compactor.” Requests the man to Zoe.

Both Zoe and the man, pickup the stroller and lift it into the truck.

The two, lay the stroller near the blade on its side so the diaper faces the blade, back pack still hung on the right and left handles. The back pack falls off and lands half in and out of the hopper. One of the straps gets stuck in a crack between the hopper and the packer. “No escaping!” Zoe laughs as she flips the backpack in and pulls it free of the crack “He's buckled in for the ride...that's for sure!” Added the owner. “He sure is” Zoe laughs as she pushes the button to run the packer. The packer advances on the boy in the stroller. The stroller begins to fold up against the boy and the diapers in the hopper bunch up and begin to rise under resistance with the stroller in there.

Zoe lowers the pre-crusher to keep them down. The blade mangles the stroller and pushes the boy, the girl and dolls into the hopper, bursting some of the very wet ones and smashing the dolls. The diapers bunch up more and more as the packer forces them into the holding area of the truck against all of the other diapers in there. The stroller folds up some, the straps that were holding the boy, snap, the boy is ejected out....into the hopper and holding area.

The cloth diapers sticking out the waistband of the boy's disposable in front, get snagged under the bottom of the packer blade, as the blade retracts. The boy is dragged back into the hopper, until the blade pulls the cloth diapers out of his disposable as it retracts.

The boy is left in the middle of the hopper on the metal floor Zoe keeps the pre-crusher down to keep him secure and heads back to the cab.

Zoe drives to the next stop.

There are still two more houses to do before she can stop at the Diaper factory....

Zoe gets to the first house....in the next neighborhood.

There are four totes full of wet, disposable adult medium diapers in them. Tote four has another 20 year old  baby boy wearing nothing but formerly wet cloth diapers. There are  also six 32 gallon aluminum trash cans stuffed and over filled to the point that loose, unfolded, Attends and First Quality disposable diapers with loose booster pads inside of them have fallen out all around each of the cans

Next to them, are six white tall cheap kitchen bags full of dolls, with diapers on them, disposable diapers and clean, unfolded cloth diapers in them....

One of the bags has an 8 year old baby girl wearing a thick vintage LUVS COMFORT WAIST disposable diaper on...which looks just like the Attends with Waistband....

The diaper she has on, was just freshly changed right before she was disposed of. The diaper has four cloth diapers in it four in front and four in back.

Her legs are sticking out of the corners of the trash bag....and some of her diapers are sticking out too.  Zoe gets out of the side loader garbage truck, grabs a tote with diapers. Zoe lifts the pre-crusher “Got some company for you….” Says Zoe tells the boy in the hopper.

Four tall round laundry baskets are also next to the 32 gallon trash cans that are full of nothing but cloth diapers...clean and formerly wet. The diapers spill on top of him. Zoe repeats this process with the 2 other totes before she pulls the tote with the 20 year old over to the side of the hopper. “Here comes a friend for you” Zoe says as she tips him in. The 20 year old, spills out of the tote. The husband comes out of the house carrying a half full box of Dreft laundry soap and a smaller rectangular laundry basket full of more stained up, slightly grease streaked cloth diapers.

Once he is in, Zoe lowers the pre-crusher, and then runs the packer.

The husband smiles and winks at you...then leaves the basket and the soap next to the 32 gallon trash cans. He returns in to the house.

While the packer crushes the load, Zoe goes over to the pile of bags, looks at the 8 year old. She is sitting in her bag being such good garbage. “Hey sweetie, do you want to help me load all this stuff?  If you do, I’ll get you out of this bag of dirty diapers…” Offers Zoe. The girl in the bag, nods. Zoe picks the girl up, takes her to the now empty hopper. Zoe sets her down on the blade, which is fully extended, and pauses it.

Zoe tears open the bag, spilling her diapers all over the compactor blade and exposing her pink vintage Luvs diaper. Zoe picks her up again and sets her down. Zoe then lets the blade retract.

“Tell you what, I have an idea, you put the bags in and I will get the cans.” Suggests Zoe to the little diapered girl. The thickly diapered girl, toddles over to the first bag.

Zoe drags a can to the truck. The girl drags 2 bags and picks one up with both hands, grabs it, then waddles back over to the truck. The bag is heavy and her diaper is VERY thick between her legs.

The thickly diapered girl can’t get the heavy bag of wet, unrolled disposable diapers in, hands it to Zoe who puts it in. The girl goes to get the next bag. She struggles with the bag....but gets it to the side of the truck. Zoe goes to get can 2, while the girl brings 1 more bag of diapers to the truck for Zoe. Zoe empties the can and takes the bag from the little girl. Then the diapered girl waddles back to get another bag.

The girl then waddles back to the side of the truck. Zoe empties the cans while the girl, gets the bags. The thickly diapered little girl waddles with bag 5, the first of 3, with her dollies. “Here are my dollies. Can they stay with me?”

Then the girl goes over to get the last of the 6 bags. She holds onto the bag that is really, really heavy, full of her unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers...then she drops it beside the truck after she trips. The bag rips open at the top, spilling out half the bag's contents

"Sorry Miss1 I fell down!

“Its ok little helper. Says Zoe helping the little girl up and picking up the scattered loose diapers that fell out of the bag, before tossing them all into the hopper.

Zoe runs the packer to clear some space before she empties the final 2 cans of diapers and toss in the laundry basket. “Daddy buys cheap bags...too!” Says the diapered girl to Zoe “Yes, I see that. Notes Zoe.  Zoe looks into her cute eyes and with a pang of guilt; “Ok little one, I’m sorry but it is time for you to get in the truck.” Says Zoe to the thickly diapered girl. “Miss, there are still four of those big, tall, round baskets over there...full of my old cloth diapers. What about those?” Asks the little girl.

 “Oh yeah, thank you. Come help me with them.” Zoe says. “Can I?” asks the little girl.

“Yes, come help me with them.” Says Zoe “Thanks.” Says the little girl.

She goes to help Zoe. she can barely walk with her thick diaper on with all of the cloth diapers and booster pads in it. “You’re welcome. You are so sweet. Why did your daddy throw you away?” Asks Zoe to the little girl.

 “I wet my diapers too much...and it was costing them too much. Mommy and Daddy told me that once spring came...I was going to be disposed of.” Explained the little girl.

“awww,  that is too bad” “They are moving out soon too. They said that they are moving over to "Diaper Land.  “You are being a very good girl about it. Says Zoe to the little girl.

“I don't want to be disposed of....but...I can't stop myself from wetting

“I really don't (sniffle) want to be disposed of! I've never been thrown away!” Sobs the little girl. The girl stops and hangs her head. “I know baby….. but you will have your dollies…” The girl then plops down where she is “No...I don't...where are they?” asks the diapered girl. “They are inside the truck waiting for you” Says Zoe to the thickly diapered girl. “Ok....do I HAVE to go in there? Will my diapee be ok? I am soaked now!” States the thickly wet diapered little girl to Zoe. The both of them drag the clothes baskets to the truck and Zoe puts them in.

“My disposable diaper doesn't look like it, but my cloth diapers that you can see, that are sticking out...are soaked” Explains the little girl to Zoe.

Zoe feels the outside of her diaper. “You sure are!”  says Zoe.

“Hey, Miss, what is that pink cardboard box there in that basket? What is all of that white stuff that is spilled out?” asked the girl going over to the hopper and peering in.

“It is just soap. Tell you what….since you were my good little helper, I will get you into a clean diaper before I dispose of you.” Offered Zoe to the girl wearing the soaking, leaking, wet diapers. “Really?” asks the wet diapered little girl.

Just then, the mother comes out, holding a cold baby bottle full of some grape juice...a binky and 4 bottles of baby powder. The mother tosses the four bottles into the hopper from three feet away. She then hands Zoe the binky and the bottle then goes back inside.

“Here, have some juice” Says Zoe. “Thanks, you would Change me?” Asks the wet diapered little girl to Zoe taking the baby bottle, putting it into her mouth, and then starts drinking it.  “Sure! Tell you what, I have some clean ones in my cab. If you need to go potty again, do it, I will clean you up and put a clean diaper on you.” Offers Zoe to the wet diapered little girl. The girl gets into the cab. Zoe pulls into a nearby service station.

The girl floods her diaper hard, her diaper begins to leak at the legs her cloth diapers are completely soaked inside of her disposable, with the booster pads all puffed up from wetness. Once she is done. Zoe takes off her diaper and wipes her off. Zoe takes a goodnite from her bag, puts it on her. Zoe also takes the time to change HER Goodnight.

“Its time to get into the hopper…” States Zoe once she was done changing the girl.

Zoe is still holding the folded up, but not rolled up, diapers in her hand. The girl jumps up onto the side of the hopper and sits there, facing Zoe. “Ok little one, time to get in. Just hold onto your bags of dolls and it will be ok” Says Zoe. The girl then climbs into the hopper and grabs a bag. “What are you going to do with my wet diapers in your hands...miss?” she asks laying down with her legs against the packer.

“They are going in the truck for disposal too” Zoe says. “Can I have it?” asks the girl.

“Sure…” Zoe hands her the wet diapers. Zoe drops it, it falls open into her face.

“Ok I am going to pack the load now….” Zoe tells the girl, putting her index finger on the button. “Will it hurt me? Will my diaper burst?” Asks the girl.

“It will be tight but, it wont hurt. Your diaper will be ok.” Zoe tells the girl in the hopper.

Zoe presses the button to start the packer, the blade pushes against the girl, pushing her and her diapers and dolls into the truck, compressing them. The girl holds on tight as the blade pushes her into the truck. The box of soap, rises with the diapers and then shifts onto it's side, spilling out all over the baby girl's diapers and her tummy.

“At least she will be clean…” Zoe thinks, as the cycle finishes.

The girl's Goodnite,  bunches up between her legs, then is pressed VERY hard against her butt,  as her legs are spread apart, while diapers press very hard against her in the crotch.

The packer blade retracts and then Zoe hops back into the cab then drives to the next stop.

Zoe drives her baby blue and white Manual Side loader across town to a Diaper City government house near the downtown area. It’s an Agency office that temporarily houses babies, teens and disabled adults that are diapered, that have been removed from the homes that they had lived in.

The Agency is called; Diapered Child Removal Agency or The DCRA for short. At this stop, there were 6 Totes, and 8 over stuffed 32 gallon Rubbermaid trash cans full of wet, loose, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers.

Tote one has nothing but formerly wet and semi-wet pre-fold cloth diapers at the bottom, then plastic pants that went with them on top of those, then the other half has loose, Pampers Rash Care diapers in size 8, a new size, 40 loose, Tranquility Large sized adult disposable diapers that have 6 slightly wet Dignity Naturals booster pads in them.

Tote two, has a disabled 15 year old, wearing VERY thick Tranquility All-Through-The-Night Youth Sized diapers with Six Dignity Naturals Booster Pads inside, Six Toddler sized, ex-diaper-service cloth diapers layered in on top  of the booster pads. Half a bottle’s worth of corn starch baby powder sprinkled into the diaper too.

He has been in the tote, outside, since Thursday of the week before. There are also some half full baby bottles with milk, grape juice, apple juice and water in them. The boy’s diaper bag was also put into the tote along with his three 32 gallon Rubbermaid trash cans, over stuffed with his loose, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers.

There are two printed single bed comforters, unfolded and sprawled across the three 32 gallon trash cans. Sitting next to the tote the 15 year old boy is in, are three 32 gallon sized laundry baskets with the boy’s 20 onesies at the bottom, his 20 pair of plastic lined shorts (Used over cloth diapers-a plastic pant and short, All-In-One) his 22 pair of formerly wet, stiff, dried-up cloth training pants (they had been used to keep his cloth diapers on instead of pins) and the third basket had his two sock monkeys that his mother had made for him, the Huggies dolls with an actual Huggies disposable diaper on it (that was the size of a four year old) a plush tiger, and all of the unused packages of disposable diapers that were purchased for the boy,  but were never used.

As Zoe Pulls up to the front, two men in suits, ties, wearing dark sunglasses, each carrying a diapered baby, come out of the agency. They are followed by two nurses, carrying one 32 gallon trash can full of each baby’s diapers. Can one has still semi-wet cloth diapers in the bottom half and two dozen folded, clean cloth diapers and the various colored plastic pants that were used on that baby. The second can has ¾ of the can full of loose, wet, Store brand disposable diapers in it and the left-over, unused packages and portions of packages of the store brand disposable diapers.

The first baby boy, was a 12 year old boy, who was SO developmentally delayed, he was chronologically 6 months old. He can’t talk, walk, and crawl. The second baby, that was being escorted to the side of the truck’s hopper also, was another baby boy….this one was 13 years old. He’s wearing a REALLY thick, freshly changed, disposable diaper with eight Dignity Naturals Booster Pads all layered into the inner leak gathers and then there are six clean toddler sized cloth diapers layered into the diaper too.(Three in back and three in front. All six diapers stick out of the diaper at the back waist and the front waist about an inch.) That baby’s diaper is SO thick, the boy’s butt looks VERY puffy and he can barely walk. 12 year old boy who can’t walk, talk or crawl, is wearing a really thick diaper. JUST like the 13 year old is. The man is cradling the boy, standing next to the hopper, waiting for Zoe to take him. The other man in the suit and tie, is also standing right behind the first one, holding the 13 year old’s left hand, waiting for Zoe to take him.

The Nurses set the Rubbermaid trash cans down next to Tote two and then go back into the agency’s office.

Zoe gets out of the truck and resets the hopper.  Zoe dumps tote 1 spilling the diapers into the truck, greeting the waiting men as she does so.  After the tote is dumped Zoe takes the 12 year old from the man and puts him in the hopper on top of the dirty diapers.

Zoe then reaches down and grabs the hand of the 13 year old. “Are you ready to go for a ride in my truck?” Zoe says. The boy just looks at her in silence. Zoe leads the boy to the truck, then picks him up from behind and lifts him into the hopper. Zoe lets him go. He falls down, landing on the diapers next to the other boy.

Next, Zoe dumps the 2 cans, left by the nurses, on top of the 2 boys. Zoe dumps 2 of the 32 gallon cans then runs the packer. The blade pushes the trash into the truck. The developmentally disabled boy just rolls around like one of the discarded diapers as he is crushed into the truck. Zoe dumps the remaining 4, 32 gallon totes tossing in the comforters as well, before hooking up tote 2.

Zoe dumps the tote, spilling the 15 year old, into the truck along with his bottles and diaper bag. “Wow!! You sure are ripe” Zoe says, as the smell coming from his diaper is strong, since he has been out in the trash for several days now. Zoe dumps the laundry baskets with the boys stuff and runs the packer again. After the packer did the load,  Zoe dumps the 4 remaining totes, then runs the pre-crusher and packs the load.

With the 3 boys and the diapers packed away, Zoe heads off to the next stop.

At the next stop, another baby and diaper disposal daycare, there are six totes and five force-flex white trash bags laying next to the totes on the grass at the curb.

Two of the bags have nothing but disposable pull-ups, both boys and girls, but they are ONLY wet.

The second bag has a large hole in the bottom of it and several tears in the side of it. This bag contains nothing but all-in-one cloth diapers and both folded, washed and clean pre-fold cloth diapers and formerly wet cloth diapers in it. There are several of the formerly wet cloth diapers scattered near the bag. They fell out during the time the bag was being brought out to the curb. There are at least two dozen cloth diapers loose near the bag, on the ground, scattered about near the pile of bags.

The third bag has nothing but mixed disposable diapers and a baby boy, wearing a nice, thick, Molicare disposable diaper that is purple. The boy’s diaper has 8 layered toddler sized , former diaper service cloth diapers in it, that also have a TON of baby powder in it too. The bag the boy is in, has leg holes punched out in both corners and the boy’s head is sticking out of the bag which is also full of loose, unwrapped, unrolled, thick Tranquility All-Through-The-Night diapers, two packages worth of ONLY wet Molicare disposable diapers, and six of the boy’s onesies, two dozen of the boy’s formerly wet cloth diapers sitting on his lap, and three packs worth of wet only Pampers diapers that had been modified to fit the boy.

The boy is 24 years old but is so developmentally delayed, he acts like he is two. He’d been in diapers since he was born. He can’t talk well, he can’t walk, and the bag he is in, has some serious rips in the bottom from dragging it to the curb. Diapers are falling out of it and some of the open disposable diapers were laying there near the hole in the bag. The boy had one of the modified cloth diapers on with eight unmodified toddler sized cloth diapers on under the tall modified cloth diaper that was also sticking out of the small/medium Molicare disposable diaper.

His disposable was wet as well as all of the cloth diapers he had on. The Cloth Diapers looked relatively new…still.

“Now, we’ve never disposed of any kids before….do the kids need to wear only disposable diapers when being disposed of or can they be disposed of in cloth diapers?” Asks the mother to Zoe. Zoe gets out of the truck, and takes the boys hand.

“Either works fine. Most parents use disposables.” States Zoe to the mother as she escorts the soaking wet diapered boy into the side of the hopper where she makes him wait.

Zoe empties the basket, sets it aside for the father, then she takes the boy’s hand who had been waiting by the side of the truck and she dumps him in. Zoe dumps tote one and two, filling up the hopper with wet disposables and cloth diapers. Zoe runs the packer to make room for the other 2 totes. Zoe empties 2 of the remaining totes, one with cloth diapers, and one with disposables before hooking up the tote with the 22 year old girl. The girl, spills, out of the tote and into the hopper with the dirty diapers.

Zoe dumps tote 6, then runs the packer.  As the packer runs, Zoe hooks up the 1st tote with the disposables, then dumps it in, spilling wet and messy diapers onto the load currently being crushed. The girl is covered with the dirty diapers as the blade pushes them and her into the truck. Zoe dumps the remaining 3 totes and then runs another cycle.

Next Zoe tackles the force flex bags.  Zoe tosses the 2 with the pull-ups into the hopper.

Zoe grabs the torn bag and tosses it, as well as the spilled diapers into the truck. Zoe looks over to the mom “I will need help loading the 24 year old. He is over the weight limit for bagged trash.” Says Zoe to the mother.

“Ok, Here......my little one.....come with mommy. Says the 24 year old’s mother, picking the bag up and carrying it towards the tote. The mother struggles with the bag.

Zoe tips over an empty tote. “Get your boy into the tote, so I can dump him in the truck” Suggests Zoe to the mother. Zoe helps the mother, roll the bag into the tote. The mother lifts the bag into the tote. the bag falls into the tote. Once the bag is in the tote, Zoe tips the tote back up and hooks it to the truck. Zoe flips it to dump the boy. Zoe tosses the remaining bag and empties the final 4 cans filling up the hopper.  Zoe runs the pre-crusher, flattening the boy and the diapers into the hopper so the blade can pack them in. As the stop is loaded, Zoe tells the mother, “if the father is going to bring anything else out, its now or next week.” "No ma'am I have everything out that needs to go.....states the father. “Ok then, have a great day.” Zoe gets into the cab and heads off.

Zoe drives to the next stop, it's a diaper service. The diaper service is located in an industrial side of diaper city. They have 8 totes and six 32 gallon trash cans, all full of various sizes of cloth diapers. 50 % of the cloth diapers in the totes and each tote, are formerly wet. inside of the totes, there are also 200 plastic pants, and all-in-one cloth diapers too. Tote one has a baby boy wearing 8 pre-fold cloth diapers that have some rips and tears in them...the surfaces of the soaker pads are hanging down between the boy's legs. He is not wearing any plastic pants either. Tote two has cloth diapers that are also ripped, half of the toddler sized cloth diapers are formerly wet, and the other top half are freshly cleaned and unfolded. The rest of the totes have half clean pre-folds and clean and formerly wet all-in-one cloth diapers that are half wet and half cleaned.

The 32 gallon trash cans, have plastic pants, onesies, old under shirts, white, slightly stained from being peed on and plastic pants too. There is also another baby boy, tied to can 5, wearing clean, very torn up cloth pre-fold diapers. There are places in his cloth diapers that Zoe can see right through. The front part of that boy's diaper, has holes that go right through, at the right top wing and soaker pads. The boy is tied to the carry handles with zip-ties. Zoe gets out of the truck and begins emptying the totes. Zoe dumps tote 1, spilling out the cloth diapers. Then Zoe grabs the tote with the baby boy. Zoe dumps the boy into the hopper on top of the other cloth diapers and then grabs tote 3. The boy's cloth diapers get snagged in a burr on the packer near the center. Zoe pulls the boy loose ripping his diaper a little more. While tote 3 is emptying, Zoe notices the boy emptying his bladder as there are no plastic pants. The pee drips from his cloth diaper onto the other diapers in the truck. “Good thing there are so many diapers in there, little tinkler, you are getting pee everywhere. Says Zoe to the boy in the hopper wearing nothing but layered cloth diapers. “I can't help it!” Said the boy to Zoe.

“It’s ok little one, this is a garbage truck. No need to keep it clean. you can go potty as often as you want. I need to crush you now, so it is going to get a little tight.” Adds Zoe to the boy. Zoe pushes the button to start the packer. The boy had been leaning against the packer. The packer pushes him down, as it expands, sending him into the holding area head first. The pressure wrings out his soaked diaper dripping pee everywhere.

The boy gets all of the open disposable diapers and cloth diapers, shoved into his face.

“That will leave a bad taste in his mouth” Zoe thinks as the boy disappears into the truck.

The boy’s wet cloth diapers get lots and lots of cloth diapers crushed against his diapers that bunch up between his legs. As the cycle finishes Zoe dumps tote 4 when approach the 5th with the boy tied to it.

“Try to run away?” Zoe asks him. “No....I was just being put into my crib after the diaper lady finished testing me and the diapers I was wearing. I had to be tied up when the diapers and I went through this machine she put me through, before she disposed of all of these diapers and I. Stated the boy. “Ok” says Zoe.  Zoe then dumps tote 5, then goes to can 5. “Ok little one, are you ready to get in my truck?” Asked Zoe to the boy, still tied to the carry handles of the 32 gallon trash can. “Nah, I really don't want to....but, the diaper lady told me that it was time to dispose of me...and all of these diapers. she was a MEAN lady too! She would tear cloth diapers, she'd put me in wet diapers...and she’d keep me in soaking wet diapers for a long time before she even would let her staff rinse me and the diapers I was wearing!  “I’m afraid she was right! I AM here to take you to the landfill. At least you will be away from the mean lady.” Explained Zoe to the wet, thickly cloth diapered boy. “Ok....well, then, I'll walk over and climb in....don't worry about my hands and arms.” States the boy. “I will walk you over and give you a lift so you don’t get stuck.” States Zoe taking the boy by the hand and escorting him over to the side of the truck, then helping him in.

The boy walks with Zoe, over to the hopper. Zoe cuts him loose, walks him to the hopper, where she gives him a boost. “Thanks” Says the boy to Zoe. The boy does a summersault into the middle of the hopper. He climbs in, but his diapers get snagged on the side of the hopper, ripping the front of his diaper along one of the soaker pad lines. His diaper sags down a little bit, the pins can no longer hold the good fit. Zoe grabs a reasonably dry all-in-one cloth diaper. “Lay down, little one.” Zoe tells the boy in the hopper.  Zoe takes off the saggy diaper, and puts the boy,  into the all-in-one. “Miss....that diaper I wore during one of the lady's fabric tests...I wet in it and then she took it off and tossed it into the trash, thanks.” Stated the boy. “You’re welcome.” States Zoe to the boy. Zoe dumps the can he was tied to, in the truck and then empties the remaining cans. The boy is covered in the hopper, but Zoe can still see his face. Zoe dumps the rest of the cans, then tells the boy;

“I need to run the packer now. You will spend the rest of the trip to the landfill, in the holding area.” Explains Zoe to the boy.

“Is it going to make my diaper bunch up? This diaper sags a BUNCH down here around my legs! The boy asks Zoe. “Yes it will. There are diapers all around you, so you will be in one giant diaper.” Explains Zoe to the boy in the hopper.

“Ok then...let it rip!” States the boy to Zoe. Zoe presses the button, activating the packer.

The boy's diapers all around him, begin to bunch up, roll and some get caught in the cracks and snagged by the packer. The boy goes into the holding area....and is pressed against all of the other trash in there. A few of the pre-fold diapers that were snagged, are dragged back into the hopper. The blade retracts as Zoe gets back in the cab for the next stop.

The Next stop is the landfill. The truck is full, almost packed out….Zoe had even tossed a couple hundred loose cloth diapers into the hopper before driving to the Diaper City Landfill. At the landfill, Zoe gets out to unlatch the tailgate so that she can start to unload all of the diapers, babies dolls, diaper bags and strollers as well as a ton of clothing, down into the large, steel chute…she begins to talk to the little girl she rescues from being emptied into the Diaper City Dump’s Transfer compactor chute. 

“I’m sorry honey. I will get you cleaned up once I am done at the dump. A warm shower and fresh diaper” said Zoe to the little girl.

“That would be nice miss.....diapers kept smashing and wringing out all over me

said the girl. “Yeah that is an unfortunate side effect the truck has, it packs as much garbage in as possible” Said Zoe to the girl.

“Yea....I pick up from all sorts of places all over diaper city! Zoe, the company I drive for, said that in the next week or so, they are going to start separating the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers in each of the dumpsters.

They are going to send a different truck for the cloth diapers and clothing and any babies wearing cloth diapers. I am going to be picking up only disposable diapers and babies wearing disposable diapers. Since you and Sadie own your company, will you be doing that too?” Asked and stated the other driver.

“Wonder why they are separating them? Asked Zoe to the other diver.

“I heard...but wasn't able to confirm, that the cloth diapers may be going to a different dump....diaper city wants to start selling the cloth diapers after they process them and the babies, to the diaper factories and labs. Said the driver.

“I don’t think so. We don’t have enough trucks to do separate routes. Explained Zoe to the other driver.

“Well, if that is the case the city can pay for the 2nd routes or pick them up themselves. Stated Zoe to the other driver. “Yea...I hear you on that. Said the other diver.

The final items fall out of my truck

The parents that live in the suburbs will still be having their normal pickups, without changes...just the people in the city, are going to be affected

“Well, a lot of my routes are there, so that is good. States Zoe.  Zoe lowers the body flat, and closes the back of her truck. “Well, my truck is almost done offloading. States the other driver to Zoe.  “Yeah and I need to get going.  Take it easy. See you next time. Says Zoe to the other driver.  Zoe gestures for her little helper, to follow her. Zoe tears the dirty goodnite off her and uses some wipes to clean her up a bit.  Zoe tosses her soiled goodnite, on the pile from her truck. Then give her a clean goodnite. Then the driver goes back to his truck. The loads have started to go down into the stainless steel funnel, deeper and deeper. The girl watches the diapers and babies disappear. “That was almost me! Look!” Said the Girl. The diapers are falling down into a fully enclosed fast-moving conveyor belt that was taking everything to be sorted. “Ok little helper, I need you to get back in the hopper for the ride back. You are too dirty to ride in the cab. This time there will be no stinky diapers or crushing.” Suggested Zoe to the girl.  The girl looks scared.

“Ok you can ride in the cab.” Zoe tells her, and puts down a plastic sheet to protect the seat. The girl gets in and sits down. She and her vintage Luvs diaper, smells. Zoe drives away from the diaper city dump to her own company's yard to drop the truck off.

The girl gets in and sits down. She smells. Zoe drives away from the diaper city dump to her own company's yard to drop the truck off. “So, what is your name?” Zoe asks the girl.

“My name is Paige.” Says the little girl. “That is a pretty name. Zoe says,  complementing the girl. “Thanks. Says the girl shyly.  “You’re welcome honey.” States Zoe to the little girl.  “I am SO happy that you rescued me.” Stated the girl thanking Zoe for Rescuing her. “How long before I can get out of this dirty Luvs diaper?” Asked the Girl to Zoe.  “Me too sweetie. You were such a good helper and a sweet little girl.  When we get home, I will clean you up. I did the best I could at the dump.

I'm sorry I had to put you in the truck earlier. Said Zoe to the girl, apologizing. “It's ok, at least I am here now. At home, do you have lots of toys to play with? how about enough diapers to put on me?” Asked the girl to Zoe. “Yeah, I have all kinds of toys. I have pull-ups and goodnites for my girls to wear. I also have some Pampers with Elmo, which I think will work for you. Do you like those?” Asks Zoe to the little girl she rescued.

“Sure....as long as there are some diapers to wear...and toys to play with...what will I sleep in or on?” Asked the girl to Zoe. “I was made to sleep in a crib before.” Explains the girl to Zoe. “Would you like a big girl bed?” Asks Zoe.

“Sure. I am used to the crib though....I am a restless sleeper...that rolls around a lot.

“Well, you can have a crib if you want, or else I can get you a big girl bed with sides on it.” Offers Zoe. “What ever you think is best.” Says the girl.

“Well, we can start with a crib, since you are used to it, and when you are ready, get you a bed. Suggested Zoe. “That sounds good.” Says the girl.

“I just want to know, will I be disposed of at any time after living with you? I'm worried that I am going to be disposed of again......at some point.” Says the girl, in a worried tone

“No honey! I do not dispose of my kids.  You can play with toys and pee your diaper but I will not throw you away.” Reassures Zoe to the little girl.

“Oh thank you, thank you! Miss” Said the girl, sighing in relief. “I was worried that you would dispose of me later on.” Adds the girl to Zoe.

“I spend all day disposing of kids and I can't save them. When I do save one, I like to keep them. I have 2 other girls who I saved from the trash. I can only save the very special ones, and you seemed special to me.

“Why thank you......that means a lot to me. But how am "I" special?” Asks the girl

“You were such a sweet girl. You even helped me, even though I was there to throw you away. I could just tell you would make a good daughter.” Said Zoe.

“AWH! That is SO WONDERFUL!” Said the girl looking down at her vintage Luvs diaper. “I'd prefer to wear the Pampers......that way, You can just pull my pants down and change me...instead of pulling my pants all of the way off to change me.” Said the girl.

“That sounds good to me. I think you will look adorable with Elmo on. So tell me, what did it feel like, being disposed of in the truck?” Asks Zoe to the girl she rescued.

“It felt like nothing I've ever felt before....the diapers would bunch up, some would burst, their wet padding getting all over the diapers and myself, then, once in the container, it just kept getting tighter and tighter. My diaper kept getting bunched up more and more. I was almost afraid that my Luvs diaper was going to burst too, at the legs and waistband!” Explains the girl to Zoe. “I’m sorry honey. that does not sound fun. After you were packed in, I thought about you the rest of my route. I decided to rescue you at the dump, but was afraid you would be lost in the load of trash. The load I emptied my truck into, is for permanent disposal. None of the diapers or babies ever leave the dump, If they go in that chute.” States Zoe to the little girl.

“Really? What would have happened to me and the diapers? Do you know?” Asked the girl. “I over heard a few of the workers at the dump. They were talking about how the diapers get sorted first...the cloth from the disposables.....then the disposables are tossed into a large pit where they stay until some one takes some of them over to the other side of the dump, to be composed Is this true?” Asked the little girl to Zoe.

“I also heard one of the workers tell the other one to get the cloth diapers to the rinsing areas and to the toilets for flushing. then the other carts get to be shredded and then ground up then sold to diaper factories. Says the girl.

“Normally they do, but when the dump is overloaded like it was today, they dump the rest into the overflow. They are all dumped into a pit and sealed. You would have spent the rest of your life there, with the piles of dirty diapers. The economy has been bad, so lots of babies and diapers are getting disposed of, and the demand from the dump is low” Explains Zoe to the little girl she rescued. “MAN! I wouldn't have even had my diaper changed? Or a bottle? Or even been used by the dump to be composed? DANG!” Exclaims the girl. “Yeah, it’s the worst possible outcome.” Explains Zoe to the girl. Zoe feels bad for all the others who had to go in. “Hopefully, they will get caught up, so they don't have to use the overflow area again soon.” Says Zoe to the little girl. “Well here we are.” Zoe says, pulling into the yard.

Zoe parks her truck, goes to the office to check it in, then puts Paige into her car. Zoe and Paige head home. When Zoe & Paige get home, she introduces Paige to her other garbage girls. Ariel, who was 7, and Jasmine who is 11. “Girls, I got you a new sister today. Her name is Paige. I need to get her cleaned up, then you 3 can play. Says Zoe introducing Paige to Ariel and Jasmine. Zoe took her to the bathroom, stripped her down, then cleaned her off in the shower. Once she was clean, Mommy Zoe took out a Pampers size 7 with Elmo, applies some powder, then taped the diaper on. Zoe puts her in a cute pink t-shirt and tells her to go into the room and get to know her new sisters. Page toddles into the room and sits down near the center of the room. Paige admires the clean Pampers diaper she is wearing. She goes to the toy box and starts playing with the dolls.  She turns to Jasmine.....and introduces herself once more. The two begin to play with the dolls and the other toys in the room. Soon, Ariel joins in. The next hour is spent playing and giggling. Soon, Page's diaper is wet again and she is too busy to notice. Zoe comes in, tells the girls; “It is time for dinner.” Zoe notices the stars are faded on Ariel’s pull-up. Mommy Zoe tells her to change it before dinner. Zoe checks Paige’s diaper. Mommy Zoe tells her she needs to change her. Zoe swaps out her wet Pampers for a clean one, while Ariel puts on a dry pull-up. Then we have dinner. At dinner, Paige sits in the old Highchair......She eats her dinner completely, using her fingers. she has dropped a few pieces of her food on her chest. She giggles with the other two girls “You are a messy eater. I better buy you some bibs” says Mommy Zoe to Paige. “Sorry Mommy. I am not used to feeding myself.... everyone used to feed me. “It’s ok baby. I don't mind. I think its cute” Says mommy Zoe to Paige. “Thank you mommy.” Says Paige to mommy Zoe. After dinner, Zoe sends the girls back to go play. Paige and the other girls have made a fort out the sheets and blankets also using their beds. They continue to role play with the dolls. Hey mommy.....shouts Paige.....Can I get something to drink pueese?” Asks Paige to Mommy Zoe. “Sure honey.” Mommy Zoe brings Paige back a sippy cup of juice.

“I don't know how to drink one of THOSE...says Page. I only know how to drink a bottle.” Paige adds “It’s like a bottle, just put this end in your mouth and tip it back.” Zoe says showing her how. Paige takes the sippy cup.....and gives it a try. A BUNCH of liquid goes into her mouth.....she coughs hard...not being used to it. Zoe laughs. “Easy sweetheart! Not so fast!” Zoe cautions Paige. “I am not used to getting so much out a bottle. I always had a baby bottle with a larger hole in it...sometimes, they gave me a modified water bottle with a nipple adapter on it” Explains Paige to her new mommy Zoe

“You will get used to it. It just takes practice. States Zoe.

“I sure hope so....said Paige to her new mommy, Zoe. “Mommy, Can I sit here in your lap? I sleepy.” “Sure baby.” Says Zoe patting her left leg. Paige crawls up into mommy Zoe’s lap.....she curls up in the cradling position. She continues to learn how to drink the sippy cup. Zoe strokes her hair as she lays in her lap. Paige looks up at Zoe.....Smiles as she gets sleepier and sleepier. Soon, Paige falls asleep, still loosely holding her sippy cup. Zoe watches her, as she falls asleep.  “Such a sweet little girl! Her parents made a mistake throwing her away.” Zoe thinks to herself. Paige falls into a VERY, VERY deep sleep. She twitches slightly in her sleep and makes little gurgling noises as she sleeps. Zoe puts her in her crib, then goes in the living room to watch tv for a few hours, till its time for the girls to get ready for bed.

Zoe goes into their room and tells them, “Bedtime. Brush your teeth, go potty and change into clean pull-ups.” Ariel, who is slightly wet, goes in her pull-up. Jasmine, who is still dry, floods her goodnite. They both get ready for bed. Then Mommy Zoe kisses them goodnight. Zoe relaxes for another hour before heading to bed herself. Zoe has to rest up for the next day.

Paige sleeps ever so soundly in her new home with her new-found, VERY caring, loving, protective Mommy, knowing that she is safe, protected, well fed, well clothed, and secure in the thought that she will not be disposed of ever again.

At the Diaper City Landfill, All of the babies, Diapers, Comforters, are all being processed. The Cloth diapers and cloth items are separated from the disposable diapers. Any babies wearing disposable diapers, are grouped together and then pulled off the sorting conveyor belts and brought over to a baby holding area. This area, is where the landfill brings all of the babies and subjects that come to the diaper city landfill.

I was once again dumped down the diaper trash transfer chutes along with a bunch of other babies, dolls, old comforters, lots of clothing, cloth diapers, and a stroller or two.

The babies were sorted according to what kind of diaper that they were wearing. If they were wearing a disposable diaper, then they were put with the disposable diapers. If they were wearing a cloth diaper, then they were put with the cloth diapers. ONE thing is true though, once a baby leaves the diaper dump or diaper landfill, they are only allowed to leave for certain things….and only purchased twice. If that same baby or subject comes back shortly after being bought, that baby or subject will not leave again. They become “property” of the dump to do with what they wish. I was certainly one of those babies or subjects that was quickly going to go on the “Do Not Sell list” and the Not-To-Leave list.

This was the second time that I had come back to the diaper city dump and It was going to take a lot longer now, before I could leave or be sold again. If I get sold again to a private family and I end up right back again shortly after leaving, then I am then only allowed to be sold to Diaper Companies, Trash Companies, Daycares, and anyone who can use a subject in the course of doing their business. That way, I can be disposed of again and brought right back to the dump until the owner of the dump says that I am not to leave the dump again which…..at SOME point, WILL happen.

Since I was still wearing the soaking wet, smashed up, two disposable diapers that mommy had put on me the night before, I was put with the disposable diapers that were being separated from the cloth diapers. A few of the subjects were being taken off of the belt and put onto yet another belt all because they….had cloth diapers inside of their disposable diapers. The disposable diapers were then going to be divided into groups depending on where they were all going at the dump. If one group of diapers was headed to the composting department, then those diapers were taken off and taken to the compost area…..if the diapers were being selected by the demonstration crew, those diapers were taken off the belt and then taken over to be used in demonstrations there at the landfill…..if the disposable diapers were selected to be dumped into a pit, then they were taken right off the belt and taken RIGHT over to that pit and dumped into it….left there until some staff member there at the dump, needed to use the diapers in the course of their duties at the landfill. I…was wearing a disposable diaper and thus, was put with the rest of the disposable diapers on the sorting conveyor belt. The belt carried lots and lots of loose disposable diapers along it as well as myself and several other babies-subjects also wearing disposable diapers. The belt took the diapers, myself and the other babies-subjects over to a large rolling, dumpster that could dump the load in it, and dropped the diapers and us babies into it. Once it got full, it was rolled over to an area in the dump, where the load was going to be dumped and left for the demonstration crews to use for their disposal, composting and processing demonstrations. Once the load was dumped out, onto the ground, several women in blue and white dirty jumpsuits came over to get us babies out and take us to where we’d be kept until we were needed. I was escorted over to a large white and brightly painted cinder-block building where there were dirty cribs with some left-over cloth diapers and lots of loose wet and formerly wet disposable diapers all randomly scattered around. There were also a couple of piles of disposable diapers in the corner resting against the headboard of the crib I was being put into.

“Now little one, your diaper will be changed in just a bit…though it probably WON’T be a clean diaper…it will however, be a drier one than the one you have on.” Explained the woman in the blue and white dirty, smelly jumpsuit as she put me into the crib, raised the side and then lowered the top before locking it. “This is where you will be kept until you are needed. It may be a little bit of time….before you get to be in one of the demonstrations…..there are at least ten other demos ahead this month alone, that have babies scheduled for use. Meanwhile, you’ll get your diaper changed UP to six times a day and then MORE if you get picked earlier to go into a demo that you will return from.

Otherwise, if you aren’t used in a demonstration by the end of the month, you will be taken to the Subject Holding Stations where THEY can deal with you! They might even make you go to the composting stations where you WILL be put into one of the many composting machines already full of cloth and disposable diapers.

Otherwise, if the landfill no longer wants you…they have a few options….they will put you into a cloth diaper or even put eight layers of single cloth diapers then they will take you over to the famous diaper flushing stations….then, you will be left there in a pile of all-in-one cloth diapers, cloth training pants, old onesies, even a couple of three story high piles worth of old ex diaper-service pre-fold cloth diapers. The stuff in that warehouse over there, all gets flushed….we call that a “Wet disposal” since “we” are the ones who handle the “dry” disposals.

If you want to If our underground lab wants some diapers and any subjects from any part of our facility here, they GET them….once they are done with the diapers and subjects, they are brought back out here and either composted or dumped right back into the pile that they were taken from. If you were taken from here, they bring you back here, but I…under instructs from the owner, have the option to change you into as many pre-fold cloth diapers that I wish, then take you right over to the flushing department and leave you with them for them to do a “wet disposal” on, if I wish! If you wish to remain here at this diaper landfill, I suggest that you behave and let us do to you what we must….ok baby?” Explained the woman before she left the room. Then, I heard rustling in the crib next to me. It was one of the other babies that had been disposed of in the same load I was in.

He was still wearing the disposal diaper that went up to his neck. A few hours go by, one of the staff came in to get the other boys ready for some demonstration that was about to happen in the arena. Each of the staff ladies, changed their subjects into the diapers on the order sheets then they took their subjects out of the room, leaving me as the only one in there. The only remaining staff member in the room asked if I wanted to watch the demonstration….The lady pulled me out of the holding crib, held me in her arms and then took me outside and then stood just outside of the cinder-block white building.

There was a large bull dozer in the center of the arena scooping up loads of diapers and the subjects and then taking them over to a machine that looked like a giant shredder.

There was this funnel hopper thing that the bull-dozer was loading up. I watched as the babies and diapers sank down into funnel out of sight. Once the dozer was done with the two story pile of mixed diapers, the driver shut it off and got down from it. The announcer was describing what was happening to the diapers and the babies in the machine and where the diapers and the babies were going. The announcer then called the end of the demonstration and the crowd just sat there…watching and waiting for the next one to begin in the next 15 to 20 minutes. “Well, it time to get you all nice and ready for the next demonstration…baby…You get to be flushed with a bunch of clothing, cloth diapers, cloth training pants and a couple hundred pair of onesies! Someone will be at the other end of the pipe that is out of sight of the crowd to get you out. Then, you MIGHT go over to either the lab or the composting station…but who knows.” Said the lady as she took me into the building, laid me down on one of the dirty changing tables that had loose diapers all over it from other past subjects. The lady took my disposable diaper off, then put it onto my chest for a minute until she got the six or eight layers of cloth diapers ready to put on me. Then, she put the cloth diapers on me….and pinned them nice and snuggly but not TOO tightly. Then, she pulled me back up and then carried me back out to the arena and over to a LARGE, TALL pile of cloth diapers, onesies, footed sleepers, old white undershirts, TONS of loose, pre-fold cloth diapers that were clean, formerly wet, but dried, and a TON of old cloth training pants too. She had been cradling me as she carried me but then she under-hand tossed me into the pile…I flew through the air about two feet and landed into the upper part of the base then was buried under tons of loose cloth diapers. For a little while, I was under lots and lots of soft, dry, fluffy cloth diapers….but, as the pile got smaller and smaller, I got more and more exposed.

The NEXT thing I know, I am being picked up under my arm pits, carried over to a large specialized toilet bowl that had already been mostly filled with cloth diapers, onesies, cloth training pants and then I was slowly lowered down into the bowl past my diaper.

Then someone took a stirring stick and began to stir the diapers and I around in the bowl. Then some one took their heavy yellow rubber-gloved hand and pushed me down further into the water in the bowl by pushing my head down. Then, the lid was lowered and then locked then someone hit the flush lever. The water began to swirl around and around….filling the bowl up more and more then, the water formed a funnel and then began to suck the diapers and I down the drain. Once the diapers and I disappeared down the drain, the bowl refilled and then more diapers and clothing was loaded into the bowl.

The load and I had now gone down to the area underground that was where the cloth diapers all went during demonstrations. I was plucked out, soaking wet and dripping, then carried over to a large chute where all of the cloth diapers, cloth training pants and onesies were all being loaded. Then, I was shoved down the chute with the diapers and other stuff. The chute took the diapers and I over to the composting area…..where all of the cloth diapers were being taken off the chute and then loaded into carts where each cart was being taken to a separate greenhouse-like building that had a compost churner and several pits that were pretty darned deep and half full of other cloth diapers already.

Then one of the other staff members came in and told the other staff member, about to put me into the cloth diaper compost pile, that I was being loaned out to one of the diaper companies that sponsors the landfill, for a week. When they were done with me, they’d dispose of me in their trash. The clients then walked up and saw me…they were very eager to get me to their factory. I was taken from the landfill and then brought to the Diaper factory. The factory owner looked me over and then made his assistant take me over to the Nursery near the diaper testing lab. Once they were done doing every thing they needed to do to me and with me, they disposed of me in their trash for pick-up.

The maids carried me outside wearing a rather thick disposable diaper that was saggy yet, dry, and clean still. I had just been changed a few minutes before.

Day three of diaper collection service:

Zoe starts the truck, then does a walk around to make sure everything is in working order.

Once she is satisfied, Zoe gets in the truck, heads out of the yard to begin the route.

The first stop on the route is a house....

in a neighborhood that is upscale on the south end of diaper city

Zoe pulls into the track housing neighborhood.....

the first house on the corner has four 32 gallon cans full of old diapered dolls, diapered sock monkeys and a mix of disposable diapers and pre-fold cloth diapers that were really torn up and ratty looking but still usable

The four 95 gallon totes have nothing but disposable diapers in them and a 12 year old boy wearing thick attends with waistband with eight booster pads in the diaper.

The mother comes out carrying the twin of the boy in the 95 gallon tote.

He is really, really dirty, wearing a really, really thick disposable Tranquility diaper with 8 Dignity Naturals booster pads and 8 layered cloth diapers on top of the booster pads inside of the disposable diaper. He had just been freshly changed.

The mother is standing near the 95 gallon totes, waiting for Zoe to pull up

Zoe pulls up to the stop and gets out of the truck. Zoe greets the mother as she opens the door to the hopper of her truck.

“Hi there miss.” Says the mother “Good morning. Disposing of some dirty boys I see.” Observes Zoe. “Yep! I have two more for you next week. I am going to Diaper Land to do some work and I won't be able to care for them. Can you take my boy here?” Asked the Mother to Zoe. “His twin is in one of the totes. He went out last night.” Explains the mother “Sure.” Zoe says Taking the tote from her and heading to the hopper.

“You get to be the first trash of the day.” Zoe says to the boy as she dumps him in the hopper. “So....miss, how is your day?” Asks the mother to Zoe.

“So far so good. you are my first stop.” Zoe says as she dumps 1 of the cans of dolls and diapers.  “So, are these dolls yours?” Zoe asks to the boy in the hopper as she empties a second can on him.

"I am supposed to write you a check for what I owe you....I am going to write it for $300 dollars over so you can have some for yourself" Is this ok with you?” Asks the mother taking out her check book and writing you a check.

“Sure.” Zoe says dumping the other 2 cans of diapers and dolls then grabbing the can with the 2nd boy. The mother tears the check out of the checkbook and then hands the check to Zoe. “Thank you.” Zoe says taking it from her.

Zoe empties the boy into the hopper. “I’ll give you a receipt as soon as I dump these final 3 cans” Says Zoe to the mother. “Certainly......next week, I will have two more babies....

and a TON of their diapers and dolls and clothing too.” Said the mother.

“No problem.” Zoe tells her. Zoe dumps the remaining 3 cans then runs the packer. Zoe then heads for the cab to get the mother a receipt. With the truck empty, the blade effortlessly sweeps the garbage into the truck.

“Here you are. I will see you next week for the rest of your garbage.” Said Zoe to the woman.  "Thanks...have a NICE day miss.” Says the mother. “You too.” Zoe says getting back into the truck and heading to the next stop.

Zoe pulls up to the next house next door. There, are four totes over stuffed with mixed diapers, pre-fold cloth diapers, plastic pants, lots of white soccer shorts, old fleece footed sleepers, old undershirts with large wet spots on them. Tote one has nothing but disposable diapers that are loose and it was SO over filled, that diapers had fallen onto the street and the curb. Tote two has clean pre-fold cloth diapers that are folded at the bottom and formerly wet cloth pre-folds at the top, topped off by 200 colored plastic pants. Tote three has old under shirts, onesies, footed sleepers and 200 pair of old white soccer shorts. Tote four has been over stuffed with more loose wet disposable diapers

they also had fallen out of the tote onto the gutter and onto the curb.

There are four diaper bags full of clean unused Attends with waistband disposable diapers sitting next to the 6 32 gallon trash cans. The mother comes out of the house, walks down the lawn, with her 16 year old in her right hand.

He is wearing a pair of white soccer shorts over the over sized Attends medium with waistband that has 10 Dignity Naturals booster pads/diaper doublers in it tons and tons of powder in it and six layered toddler sized cloth diapers on top of the booster pads.

the mother walks right over to the solid side of the container part near the back wheels and makes her baby boy lean up against the side with his back towards her so that she can check the boy's diaper, take off the onesie and take of the boy's soccer shorts.

The boy puts his hands up against the side of the truck, his arms extended up above his head with his palms flat. The mother rips the shorts’ crotch out...leaving it hanging.

Then she takes the shorts off, then holds the shorts while she takes the onesie off. Then she tosses the both the onesie and the ripped soccer shorts into the hopper.

Zoe gets out of the truck and walks to the pile.

“Now boy! you stay RIGHT there until this nice trash lady is ready for you...understand?”  Exclaims the mother to her boy. The boy nods obediently

Zoe grabs the tote of disposable diapers and wheels it to the truck using her hand to keep any more from spilling. Zoe dumps the tote into the hopper.

Zoe then looks over to the kid. “Time to get in!” Zoe tells the boy. The boy refuses to move..."NO! I don't WANT to!!!!" Shouts the boy defiantly. “Have it your way!” Zoe says. Zoe picks him up. "Stop it! DON'T!!!! STOPPPP IT!!!! Shouts the boy kicking and screaming. The mother rushes in to help Zoe put the boy in. Despite his struggles Zoe picks the boy up and walks over to the hopper. When she gets to the hopper, she throws the boy into the truck. The boy gets right back up and tries to get back out.

The mother takes the boy back out and then gives the boy a bunch of spankings on his diapered butt "I told you! Get.....in....the....truck!!!

The mother picks the boy up and tosses him right back in. “Sorry about that.” Says the mother. “Its ok. I am used to dealing with difficult garbage.” Says Zoe to the mother.

Zoe grabs the second tote and dumps it on top of the boy.

The boy gets knocked down on his tummy with his head facing where Zoe just dumped the tote. Zoe grabs the 4th tote with the wet disposables and dumps them on him, covering him and keeping him pinned in the hopper while Zoe gets the 3rd tote with his clothes. Zoe dumps the clothes on the boy in the hopper. Zoe tosses in the bags of clean diapers then drops the pre-crusher.

“No escaping now little garbage!! You are about to get packed into my truck!!!!!!” Zoe says as she starts the packer.  “Now, I have to go back inside and get his sister...can you wait a few seconds while I go do that?” Asked the mother. “Yeah.” Says Zoe to the mother.  Once the packer pushes the boy into the truck, Zoe lifts the pre-crusher and tosses the spilled diapers into the hopper. Zoe begins emptying the 6 cans.

The mother comes back out carrying a baby girl who is 13, wearing a really thick disposable diaper that had just been changed. It had nothing but 6 layers of cloth pre-fold  diapers in under it and half a bottle's worth of baby powder in it. The wipes were stuffed into the waist and were sticking out.

Zoe empties the 1st 2 cans spilling the little girls dirty diapers into the hopper. As the mom walks up, Zoe dumps cans 3 and 4, which contain the girls dollies and stuffed animals as well as some dirty diapers. "Here....take her....she is ready.

Says the mother. Zoe picks up the girl, carries her to the hopper. Zoe can feel her diaper getting warm as she is peeing in it, as she walks her to the truck.  Zoe drops the girl into the hopper on top of her dirty diapers and dolls. The girl picks up one of her dolls and holds onto it as Zoe empties the remaining 2 cans. Once the final can is in, Zoe runs the packer, pushing the little girl into the truck. The mother waves then goes back inside.

Zoe gets in the truck and moves on.

The maid that carried me out to the trash, made me stand next to the 95 gallon tote that was VERY over stuffed with loose wet and chemically covered disposable diapers. There were nothing but loose diapers in each of the totes. Totes one, two, three, had nothing but cloth  pre-fold diapers in them. Tote one had clean, freshly washed, unfolded cloth diapers in toddler sizes in it, Tote two had mixed freshly washed pre-fold cloth diapers and formerly wet cloth diapers in it, tote three had formerly wet but now dried cloth diapers and plastic pants in it. Totes four, five and six had loose, unwrapped, disposable diapers that had been used in the diaper labs and had tons of wet, gooey blue gels all over them.  Tote seven, had a bunch of unopened packages of diapers that could not be sold due to their quality. They had been damaged slightly during manufacturing.

Tote eight, had another 6 year old, wearing some SUPER thick disposable diapers that had been used in the labs….he had gooey, slimy gels all over him. He was still sticky.

All of the diapers in his tote were also from the labs. The six standard 32 gallon aluminum cans were over stuffed and at least four cans worth of loose disposable diapers had fallen onto the ground all around the cans.

The next stop is the house after the house next door....they haven't paid and they still put out their diapers and a baby.

Zoe arrives at the Diaper factory.....

Zoe gets out of her truck and walks to the pile. Zoe dumps the tote with the clean toddler diapers, then Zoe dumps totes 2 and three then walks to the tote with the chemically covered diapers and the boy standing next to it. “Hello again!” Zoe says as she moves to the tote. “Hi there....miss...Nice to see you again, miss” I say to Zoe. “You sure get around! Didn't I just take you to the landfill?” Asks Zoe. “Yes...I was about to go into the compost pile of cloth pre-folds, then I was taken from the dump and brought to this diaper factory. I was used as a diaper test subject....their labs used me to test out their new products...then I was disposed of after that. Here I am...thickly diapered and waiting for disposal! No one EVER dresses me in clothing...they ALWAYS just dispose of me in just my thick diapers!” I say half complaining to Zoe.

 

“Yeah those are the rules” Zoe says, untying me from the tote. “Why did they tie you up?” Asks Zoe to me. “I don't know! I guess they didn't want me to wander off.” I say to Zoe. “Ah!” Zoe says “They told me that, I now belong to you until you take me to the diaper landfill. I said to Zoe.  “Well you know the drill by now! Time to get in the truck!” Orders Zoe to me. “Ok” I say to Zoe, co-operatively. I waddle over to the side and have troubles getting in. I get half way over the side of the hopper and get stuck, with my legs dangling. “Need a hand?”  Zoe says grabbing the boy’s legs and flipping the boy into the hopper. I do a half flip into the hopper. I land on my back. I get back up onto my hands and knees I peer over the side. I see Zoe rolling the next tote over. Then Zoe drags over two of the cans.

Zoe hooks up the tote and flips it in. I watch from in the hopper as the large tote dumps diapers in on top of me.  While Zoe empties the cans, spilling diapers all over the hopper and covering me, Zoe drops the now empty cans then moves to the packer button. “Ok, crush time!” Zoe says as she moves over and pushes the pack button.

I fall down to my stomach and get an errection! I start to rub my plastic backing of my disposable diaper against the diapers that are on the smooth metal floor of the hopper.

Some of my diapers are beginning to bunch up....then press against my diapered butt.

My leg elastics begin to really bunch up as the diapers below me rise above the packer blade. I end up falling onto the packer blade as it pushes my diapers into the body.

As the blade retracts, I am still on it...with some of my cloth pre-folds and open unrolled disposable diapers. The blade has retracted fully and I, the baby boy,  fall back into the hopper. The cloth diapers get stuck between the crack at the top of the packer blade and hang there. The disposable diapers are also wedged between the cloth diapers and the packer blade...they are also hanging down and open.

“Back for more?” Zoe asks, as she sees me, still in the hopper. Zoe dumps another tote’s worth of diapers on me.  “Here I have a friend for you.” Says Zoe as she dumps the 6 year old in the hopper. “Gee! Thanks! just what I needed!” I tell Zoe. Zoe laughs a little as she dumps the remaining cans into the truck “Ok, lets try this again!” Zoe says, making sure the boy is clear of the blade. “This time you will stay in the truck!” Says Zoe.

Zoe runs the packer. I am laying on my back this time, on the smooth warm metal floor of the hopper. The diapers all around me begin to bunch up and slide across the floor. I am also sliding across the floor, my diaper gets bunched up as I am turned around by the blade so that my legs are facing the container. My knees are against my chest as I am crushed into the diapers in the container. My legs are forced up and apart......as I am enveloped by diapers. My diaper bunches up between my legs and they press very hard against me. I still have a hard on. Zoe watches me being crushed. “hopefully, all that pressure will relieve the pressure in your diapee.” Says Zoe. Then Zoe gets into the truck and moves on.

Zoe skips the house next door and pulls up to the house next door. The four totes have nothing but loose disposable diapers in them. There are three diaper bags full of clean pre-fold cloth diapers and plastic pants in them. Sitting next to the totes. There is a 15 year old baby boy wearing ten layered pre-fold cloth diapers with NO plastic pants on, with his white onesie draped on his left shoulder. The boy is tied to the handle of the 32 gallon trash can. There are six 32 gallon trash cans OVER filled with clean and formerly wet pre-fold cloth diapers, most of the clean cloth diapers have baby powder all over them, from the three bottles of baby powder in the can. There is also a couple of large gray Rubbermaid totes that have more folded pre-fold cloth diapers that have a little bit of dust on them. A post-it note states "Don't throw my totes away" Zoe gets out of the truck, begins emptying the totes, spilling dirty diapers all over the hopper. After she empties the 4 totes, Zoe walks over to the boy. She cuts him loose from the can, and is about to pick him up when she sees him wetting his diaper.  With no plastic pants, the pee drips out of the diaper onto the ground. Once he is done, Zoe picks him up and carries him to the truck. Zoe drops him on top of the dirty disposables.  Zoe grabs the bags of clean diapers and tosses them in with him. Next, Zoe empties the cans. With each can dump, a cloud of powder poofs out. Zoe empties the Rubbermaid totes then leave them next to the empty cans and totes

with all the trash loaded Zoe lowers the pre crusher pushing everything down into the hopper then runs the packer. The boy in the hopper rises to the top of the load....the front of his wet cloth diapers sliding against the pre-crusher....as he is pushed into the body

The packer blade snags his left leg hole on his cloth diapers, then it pulls him back into the hopper half way before his diaper rips partially up the left side.

Zoe sees the boy half in half out of the hopper and decides to run another cycle to push him back in, this time he goes in cleanly. Zoe moves on to the next stop.

The man from the skipped stop follows the truck to the next house kind of running, with the baby he had put into one of the totes...dressed in a SUPER thick disposable diaper that makes it so that the boy can't walk.  Zoe pulls up at the next stop.

There are four totes over stuffed with loose disposable diapers, wet and worn but not wet or messy. The 6 32 gallon trash cans have diapered cabbage patch dolls in them that have clean disposable diapers on them, and a mix of clean unused and still folded disposable diapers as well as 250 onesies, folded pre-fold cloth diapers, that are now scattered all over the place randomly due to a wind storm the night before. The man with the baby boy who is 18,  wearing the SUPER thick, bulky clean disposable diaper, comes up to Zoe as she gets out. “Man! How come you skipped my house?” Asks the man.

“You are behind on your bill.” States Zoe.  “Ok....if I go back and get my checkbook, and pay you right now, will you still take my trash?” Asks the man

“I owe you $300 bucks and I can pay you $750 right now! The rest is for you. States the man. “Fine! As soon as I get this stop, I will come back. Promises Zoe to the man. “GREAT!” Says the man sort of out of breath. The man takes his baby back with him to his house and gets his checkbook.

Meanwhile...Zoe starts to do the stop at hand. Zoe grabs the first tote and tips it into the truck. Zoe empties the 3 other totes as well, then heads to the cans. Zoe picks up the first can and walks to the hopper noticing the cabbage patch dolls.  Zoe begins to empty the can into the hopper, then grabs two more also with dolls in them. Zoe dumps the cans as well. As Zoë is dumping the trash, the mother of the house comes out with her baby girl wearing a freshly changed SUPER thick disposable Tranquility disposable diaper that makes walking impossible. The mother is dragging the baby girl across the grassy lawn to the truck by one hand. Zoe sees the dolls scattered in the hopper. Zoe also sees they are in decent condition, in clean diapers. Zoe picks out 3, one for each of her daughters. A redhead with green eyes, a brunette with blue eyes, and another redhead with green eyes. Zoe sets them on the edge of the truck then notices the mother bringing out her daughter.

“Hey miss, My daughter can't walk, that is why I am dragging her out here. I need to take off her onesie first.” Then the mother crouches down to take the girl's onesie off.

the mother grabs the girl's left and right feet and then drags her to the curb

Zoe puts the 3 dolls in the cab then grabs a 4th can while the mom preps the girl

The mother takes the onesie off the girl and then picks the girl up to her feet for an instant then helps her to the side of the hopper. The mother struggles to lift her daughter into the hopper. She has her bent over the edge of the hopper with her thickly diapered butt hanging over the side, legs dangling. The mother is still holding the grass-stained white onesie with "Property of Diaper City diaper factory" printed on the back, in black

Zoe gets back to the hopper with the 4th can. “Stuck little one?” Zoe helps get her the rest of the way into the hopper before dumping the can on top of her.

“Just in time! you can get crushed with your dollies.” Says Zoe. "YEY!” Says the little girl sarcastically. “At least you will have something a little less smelly around you than the stinky diapers that are under your dolls. Is this your first time being disposed of?” Asks Zoe.  Zoe dumps the remaining 2 cans and picks up the scattered onesies.

“Yea.....I can't STAND this! I really don't want to be here!” States the girl in a frustrated and pouty tone. “I'd rather be inside playing with my sisters! Why aren't THEY being disposed of!” Asks the girl looking at her mother.

"Honey!......I warned you and warned you.....if you keep your pants dry....I was going to dispose of you!” Says the mother. Since you wasted lots and lots of diapers....I can't afford that.....and I had to change you every time too! So....now, time to shut up, and be disposed of!”  Says the mother. “But mom!  I am a big girl I don't need diapers anymore!” States Sara. “SURE you do! You are just being stubborn! You just can't admit that you do....Now, if any of your sisters do this...and try to rebel, holding back, then, I will dispose of them too! I have NO time for this type of behavior!” States the mother

“Ok you are right mommy. “I am sorry ... she squats down and floods her diaper.  I promise to pee in my diapers. Please give me another chance?” Asks Sara.

“Miss, just compact her! I'm sick of her! Here, is a money order for $500 dollars too.

I only owe you.....$250, the rest is for you.” States the mother, sticking her hand out with the money order. “Thank you” Zoe says taking it.  “Sure! You want to get rid of her?” Zoe says moving my hand to the packer button. “YEP! I am FED up! Fed up to HERE!” Explains the mother motioning her hand above her head.

“I've changed her diapers, and almost every other one is dry....she then has a soaked one right after I changed her!” Explains the mother to Zoe. Zoe then pushes the button, starting the packer.  “NO MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE I AM SORRY MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!” The girl screams at the top of her lungs as she breaks down crying.  “I WILL BE YOUR BABY!!! I WILL USE MY DIAPER!!!!! The blade begins to shove her and the diapers and dolls together.  “DON'T LEAVE ME WITH THIS GARBAGE, MOMMY! YOU CANT'T DO THIS TO ME!!!!! I AM YOUR LITTLE GIRL!!!!!”  The packer begins to push her into the hopper.   “PLEASE GET ME OUT MOMMY MY DIAPER IS WET!!! I NEED A CLEAN ONE!!!!”  The packer pushes the trash into her knocking her breath out and muzzling her screams. The packer pushes her into the truck and she is quiet except for the faint sounds of crying from right inside the truck. “Thanks miss....I've got my nannies waiting on me inside....have a great day....see you next week...maybe then, I'll have more babies and diapers for ya” States the mother.

“Have a good week.” Zoe tells her as she gets back in her truck to return to the skipped stop. The man who had chased Zoe down is now standing there next to the four totes over stuffed with disposable diapers in the first two totes.

The diapers have fallen all over the ground since he had been skipped for two weeks.

There are at least two totes worth of diapers on the ground, laying all around the two totes in the front row. The second two have more over stuffed thick disposable diapers into them. The six 32 gallon trash cans have formerly wet cloth pre-fold diapers that had been wet when disposed of but had since dried, in the first two cans.

The next 32 gallon trash cans have disposable diapers that were wet, but had since fully dried and were stiff. The last set of two trash cans have the boy's onesies and dark blue soccer shorts in them, along with 300 pairs of frosted clear plastic and rubber pants.

The father is standing there holding the 10 year old boy's right hand. He has a really, really thick disposable Medium Attends with Waistband on with six layered pre-fold cloth diapers sticking out of the waistband elastics

waistband elastics about two inches. The father waits until Zoe pulls up to explain what else he has to dispose of.

Zoe gets out of the truck and heads to the father. “Hi there Miss, I have my 10 year old here, plus I have four laundry baskets full of his clean but dusty cloth diapers in the garage, plus two more totes full of his crib sheets, blankets and clothing too. If you can wait to take my boy until there are enough diapers in the truck, then I can go and get the two totes and the four laundry baskets too...watch him...he might try to bolt!” Explains the father.

“Sure” Says Zoe Then she moves over to the totes. Zoe dumps 2 totes into the hopper before picking up the boy and putting him in the truck.

The father brings the two totes first, then goes back to drag the first two laundry baskets to the curb. Once he drags the last of the two laundry baskets to the curb, he stands back a bit, watching what goes on in the hopper. The boy hears the crying from inside the truck and crawls to the opening. “Sara is that you” He asks.

Zoe grabs the 3rd tote and dumps it in the hopper. The boy's thick disposable diaper has ten booster pads in it five in front and five in back.....he sits up in the hopper, his diaper bulging in the crotch as he sits, The cloth diapers sticking out of the elastic bands.

“Hey! Will I get my diaper changed at the dump?” Asked the boy to Zoe.

Zoe dumps the final of the first 4 totes and Sara pokes back into the hopper and crawls to the boy. She still has tears running down her face.  Zoe is about to answer him, when Sara answers him.  “No they make us stay in our dirty diapers and they pack us in with all our used diapers too.” Sara tells me.  “At the dump, they might get changed.” Zoe tells the boy.  Zoe empties the 2 totes from the father into the truck.

“What happens if my diaper bursts? How will I be able to have a new one put on?”

Asks the boy. “You will just have to manage, as the girl said, there will be diapers all around you.” Explained Zoe to the Boy in the hopper. “Sara......you also have a thick disposable diaper on...what are you going to do if YOUR diaper bursts?”

Asks the boy to Sara. Zoe empties the laundry baskets and picks up the spilled diapers before going to the cans.

“I don't know!” Sara said crying again. This diaper is wet and I am all dirty. Mommy threw me away and left me in this stinky truck.” The boy leans up against the compactor blade without noticing what he has his back up against, diapers all over his lap.

"MAN! What did I do to end up here!” Wondered the boy. The boy's head sticks up two feet above the compactor blade as he sits there. Zoe dumps 2 cans of diapers in the hopper covering the boy and girl.

“Yeah, what did you do?”  Asked the girl. “Mommy threw me away because I wouldn't go potty in my pants!” Zoe dumps 2 more cans in the truck.

“I....just came back from daycare and then was taken out of my car seat. Then mommy changed my diaper, then put me out for disposal! When the trash truck didn't take the trash for two weeks, I was brought back into the house and left in my crib, having my diaper changed every hour, wet or not.  I was given bottles of milk until this morning,

when mommy changed my diaper and then told daddy to take me out to the curb!” Explained the boy to Sara.

“Awww! They didn’t even give you a reason? That’s pretty low!” Says Sara.

“I know! The daycare loaned me out to a diaper lab that is next door. They used me as their lab rat.....squirting all kinds of yucky stuff all over me and my diapers too. Then, I was taken back to the daycare, cleaned up somewhat and changed before Mommy came got me. Mommy didn't even know I had been loaned out I bet, either!” States the boy

“I still have some kind of yucky greasy stuff in my butt crack and in my crotch that won't come off either!” I say to the girl.

“Eew!! Yea! Tell me about it! I have been packed once already. I have some of the gel up in my butt and crotch says the girl. I need to poop I don't even want to think about how nasty that will feel especially, once I am packed again. I cant believe mom did this to me!” Stated the girl. “Well, what can we do about this....what happens if we try to get out of the hopper?” Asked the boy. “The mean lady just pushes us back in and there is a big metal thing that comes down and traps you.” Explained Sara. Sara made a face. “Can't hold it any more” she said and filled her diaper.  Zoe dumps the final 2 cans.

“AWH! Ok...then....if you try to escape, that thing would knock you back down then......

Yeah.” Further Explains Sara to the boy. “EEEEEW! Go back into the  truck please......

Says the boy. “I don't want any of that on me!!” Sara started to cry again.

The boy tried to shift but found from his waist down, was buried under diapers and trash,

as he sat against the compactor blade. “I'm sorry please don’t hate me…I don’t want to be alone in the truck. Sobbed Sara. “I don't....I just don't really know what is going to happen to me yet, and how I might come out of this.” I say.

Sara ran her fingers through her hair.  “You are going to be covered in diaper goo and anything else that is thrown away. I am already soaked with pee and I was just crushed 5 minutes ago.” States Sara. “EEWWW! There is diaper gel all over the floor of this thing!

It's in my diaper now too...UUUUUHHH!” Exclaims the boy.

“Yeah and its going to get all over you! If you want to be crushed alone, fine!” Said Sara to me, the boy in the hopper. Sara tried to move away from me.

“Ok, then, come sit next to me.....we’ll do this together. just move those disposable diapers and cloth diapers over here.....don't worry about covering my lap.” I tell Sara while I am sitting in the hopper. She shoves the diapers onto my lap, clearing an area on the hopper's metal floor. Thank you sobbed Sara. She climbed over to the boy (ME) and sat next to him and gave him a hug as the pre-crusher came down and the packer started.

My diaper bunches up as he slides along the metal floor......the diaper bunches up in between the boy's legs, spreading his legs apart, as the diapers press harder and harder against his diaper and then some of the cloth diapers bunch up and rise, covering his face.....the cloth diapers hanging out of his disposable diaper snag on burs on the packer blade.....then a corner of his cloth diaper gets caught in a small crack in the packer blade

as it retracts, it tears and rips the cloth diaper badly in the back.....and even begins to pull it out from in his disposable diaper. the other layers of cloth diapers remain in the disposable diaper. The boy's clean still dry cloth diaper with tons of powder on and in it, gets stuck and crammed into the crack tighter and tighter as the blade retracts. Then Zoe goes to the next stop.

At this stop, there are four totes full of nothing but clean, unfolded pre-fold cloth diapers, cloth training pants, that were used to hold the pre-folds on, then were disposed of.....after being washed and dried.

The six 32 gallon rubbermaid trash cans have more pre-folds that had been rinsed in the toilet before being disposed of.....then dried, stiff. There are 400 pairs of frosted plastic pants, two sock monkeys with diapers on them.....in the cans.

The last two cans have formerly wet unrinsed cloth pre-fold cloth diapers. There are also two 32 gallon laundry baskets full of stained up, sticky, gel filled pre-folds in the baskets.

A baby girl is tied up to the handles of the first tote who is wearing noting but saggy, clean, powdery cloth diapers......she hasn't had anything to drink for 26 hours while being out there tied. Zoe has a universal key that opens the handcuffs that were issued to the family, by Zoe and Sadie's company, just in case.

The girl's six brand new, unopened packages of First Quality Disposable diapers are also sitting next to the second tote to the right of the first one. There are also three force-flex trash bags full of the girl's clothes...onesies and a few of her dolls also laying behind the 32 gallon trash cans.

Zoe gets out, lifts the pre-crusher. Zoe dumps the 4 totes and goes to unlock the girl, and then take her to the hopper. Noticing the training pants and dry diaper, “Were your parents potty training you?” Zoe asks the girl. “No...they were just too cheap to use pins or diapers with Velcro!!! I was disposed of by my grand parents. They don't like disposable diapers and don't know how to use them.” States the girl, standing next to the hopper. “Ah I see.” Zoe says as she puts her in the hopper.

“Did they put out any toys you want with you?” Asks Zoe. “My grand parents even stick me into the bowl of the toilet to rinse me and my diapers off while I am still wearing my diapers! Sometimes, they don't even change me...they just rinse me off and then let me run around until I'm dry.” Stated the girl to Zoe “Aww, doesn’t sound very fun.” States Zoe. “Sighs.......they weren't all there any ways. They were getting too old to care for me. That is why they disposed of me. They called the disposal agencies and the daycares...but with their fixed incomes, they can't afford it.” Explains the girl to Zoe.

Zoe dumps the 6 cans, spilling cloth diapers plastic pants and the monkey into the hopper. “Yeah it can be expensive.” States Zoe.  Zoe picks up the bag with the girl’s dolls in it and put it next to her. “Here are your dollies if you want them.” Zoe states, putting the bag in the hopper. “Ok....thanks.” States the girl, laying down in the hopper. Zoe tosses in the 2 other bags with her clothes. “AWH...MAN! one of my cloth diapers is jammed in the bottom crack here...between the floor and this...square thing.....I can't get it out! I can't move without ripping or loosing my diapers! Oh well! I'll just sit here until you crush all of my diapers” States the girl......with the sagging part of her cloth diaper stuck and really jammed.  “Here. Let me help you.”  Zoe says, taking off her diaper. “Oh, thanks.” Says the girl, a little surprised.

Zoe takes one of the First Quality Diapers, puts them on her. “There! Now, you have a proper clean diaper on. How old are you sweetie?” Zoe asks the girl. “I’m 20” States the girl. “Thanks! That was REALLY nice of you....you didn't have to do that.” Says the girl to Zoe. “You’re welcome” Says Zoe to the girl. The girl sits up and then lays with her back against the compactor's blade. She sucks her thumb. “Move to the middle sweetie, it will be better for you when you are crushed.” Zoe suggests, repositioning her in the middle of the hopper. The girl is laying on her left side. “Ok.....thanks miss.” The girl says mumbling with her thumb in her mouth. “Time to crush you” Zoe says before running the packer.

The diapers bunch up around the girl, pushing her into the holding area. Zoe watches her get crushed and then gets back into the cab. Zoe drives to the nest to last house before she has to go to the big stop at the diaper factory and diaper testing labs...all in one. Then to the diaper store.

Zoe pulls up and there are six totes and four 32 gallon trash cans. Totes have loose disposable diapers in them....both wet, and some dry, worn but not used. The 32 gallon trash cans have clothing and clean cloth diapers, onesies that have fallen onto the ground. There are 20 onesies and 15 scattered clean pre-fold cloth diapers all around the cans. There is a mother, standing near the 32 gallon cans with her 19 year old wearing ten layered cloth diapers that she had just put on him and a really, really thick disposable Attends with Waistband diaper with 10 Dignity Naturals booster pads in it. The boy has been dosed with a VERY powerful sleeping drug. He is laying at her feet on his back. There is also a cheap stroller.....with another sleeping baby boy with the same diaper on as the other one has on. The stroller is parked next to the second trash can to the right of it. Zoe gets out, dumps two of the totes. While they are dumping, Zoë greets the mother.

“Hi miss. I am here just to watch my two 18 and 19 year olds getting disposed of.....” States the mother. “Sure thing.” Zoe tells her. “I am ready for the first one…” Zoe says.

“I'm going to need you miss, to take the boy's feet while I take the boy's arms....” States the mother. “Ok” Zoe says grabbing the feet. “Ready? One.....two.........three....UHHH!!!!!” Grunts the mother. On three, Zoe and the mother fling him into the truck. “Ok, on to number two!”  Zoe says then wheels the stroller to the truck. “You take the front, and I'll take the back.....” Says the mother to Zoe. “On three.....one........two..........three! UHHHHH!!!!!!!” Grunts the mother.

On three, Zoe and the mother toss the boy into the hopper. He rolls out of the stroller, into the hopper. The stroller lands sideways in the corner.

Zoe dumps the remaining totes. “Why are you disposing of them?” Zoe asks her.

“Well, the 19 year old was used in nasty chemical testing in a lab at my work,

and the 18 year old......had been kidnapped and was taken to the dump....I don't want them now, since they came back all full of chemicals and dirt! The kidnappers had also used the 18 year old as some sex slave. He is no good to me. He needs reprogrammed!” Explained the Mother. “That’s too bad!” Zoe says as she dumps the cans.  As a 2nd time disposal, plus the chemicals,  they will probably stay at the dump for good.” States Zoe to the mother. “They gave him pills and injections that kept him hard...see...look! He still has one!” States the mother, showing Zoe the boy’s hard-on.

“Yea.....wow!!! Well, I need to pack them now, so if you want to say one last goodbye, now is the time!” States Zoe to the Mother.

He leaks cum all over the place, all of the time too!” States the mother.

“Well, plenty of diapers to soak that up in here!”  Zoe laughs as she runs the packer.

“I can't keep the both of them clean either...the 19 year old got into some chemical that won't wash off and won't dissolve!” States the mother. The mother is quiet as she watches the packer do her boys. “Here....I got you a money order for $1,000. That should cover me for a little bit and the rest is for your troubles.” States the mother handing Zoe a Money Order. “Great! Thanks! Have a nice day.” Zoe says as she gets back into the truck.

Then Zoe goes to the last house before the diaper factory and diaper testing lab.

At this stop, there are four totes full of nothing but disposable diapers, clean and still folded, worn but not used, and the rest are wet and unrolled.

The 8-32 gallon trash cans have nothing but folded freshly cleaned cloth pre-folds in the first two cans,  the second two have formerly wet pre-folds and tons of plastic pants.

The rest of the cans have onesies and cloth diapers that have fallen out of the cans and onto the ground. The cloth diapers are mixed formerly wet and clean unfolded diapers. A few of the diaper wraps have also fallen out onto the grass. There are three force-flex bags full of dolls, cloth diapers, diaper wraps, and clothing...mostly footed sleepers, both pink and baby blue. There are also four strollers with varying aged babies in them. They are all lined up behind the totes. The youngest being 5 years old, all boys. ALL of the boys have SUCH THICK disposable diapers on, they can't put their legs together. Their butts are VERY puffy and the plastic of their diapers bulges. The oldest boy is only 14. They are all asleep too except for one, who is strapped in.

He has six cloth diapers sticking out of his disposable pull-up. The pull-up looks like underwear. The 13 year old has toddler sized pre-folds sticking out of his Disposable boxers. The 12 year old has really thick Pampers diapers on, with diaper doublers inside.

Zoe gets out and empties the 4 totes into her truck.

Zoe goes to the one who is awake, wheels him to the truck. Zoë picks him up and puts the stroller and boy into the truck. Zoe lifts the other 3 strollers in and the boys each fall out when the strollers hit the hopper. Zoe runs the packer, pushing the diapers all around the boys who roll around as the garbage shifts. The boy, who is still in the stroller, gets wrapped in it as the force crushes it. The other strollers bend as the load is crammed into the truck. A mother walking by on the sidewalk decides to toss in the two diaper bags she had on her shoulders. Then she leads both of her thickly diapered babies, one boy and one girl. The woman leaves her babies at the hopper's side then continues walking. The diaper bags are left on the ground next to each of the babies. “Ma-am!!” Zoe yells to her. “Oh, yes.....?” Says the lady walking back. “Do you wish to dispose of these two?” Zoe asks. “Yea.....I do.....I left them there for you to take.” Explains the woman.  “Is this your house?” Asks Zoe to the man. “No...but I saw you disposing of those other boys...I was going home and was going to have to dispose of them any way...so...I left them with you.” Explains the woman. Zoe empties the 1st 4 cans while she talks to the woman. “Ok I will just need your address so I can verify your account” Explains Zoe to the woman. “Ok....I live in the house down the block there....it's 326942 Shady lane.....” Says the woman. Zoe checks her log book. “Ok no problem. Your account is in good standing I will load these two.” Zoe says to the woman. “Thanks. These two can't talk. Keep their binkies in their mouths too. They need them. Their diapers should hold up for at least four days.....as thick as they are. Watch it though; the boy has a problem with liking diapers. He gets a hard on that pokes out of his diaper front and he wants to cum in it.....the girl can't keep her hands out of her diaper either.” Warns the mother. She then continues to walk down the street. As Zoe turns around to put them in, she sees, she is right. The boy has a clear bulge and the girl has her right hand down her diaper. “You two like your diapers I see!” Zoe says bending down to pick up the boy, then putting him in the truck.

The boy is starting to cum into his diaper too. His penis sticks out of the top of the elastic waistband a little bit, but the cloth diapers that are sticking out just enough to catch and absorb the cum. The cloth diapers in the front have flopped over the front of the boy's disposable some, the cloth diapers are sticking out half way and go up to his mid back, when the diaper lays flat against him. It is also hanging down draping against his back. He just gurgles with his binky in his mouth. “Have fun little one.” Zoe says as she drops him in. “You’re too girly” Zoe says as she puts him in the hopper. It’s ok, you are allowed to be naughty here. Zoe goes and loads the final cans. The boy starts to rub back and forth, missionary style in the hopper...as he lays facing where Zoe dumps the next cans. The diapers cover his face and the liners cover his face. The diapers also cover him and the girl too in layers. Zoe tosses in the force flex bags and the diaper bags.  She sees the girl begin to shake as she reaches climax. The boy is almost lying on the metal floor and the girl is laying on the diapers, he is on his tummy. The girl is closer to the side that Zoe is dumping from.....and her legs are facing the opening of the container.

As Zoe tosses the final bags in, she notices the girl shaking. It looks like she was able to bring herself to climax.  “Just in time!” Zoe thinks as she runs the packer.

The boy is still rubbing against the few thin layers of diapers almost ready to climax as the packer slides him across the metal floor, while laying on the plastic backing of some disposable diapers. The boy cums hard into his diaper then relaxes and falls asleep, deeply. As the blade pushes them into the hopper, the girl is still twitching, her hand still inside her diaper. She has a smile on her face as she disappears into the truck.

The boy's legs spread apart, as diapers force themselves between his legs, into his diaper's leg holes and against his thickly diapered butt, which also bunches up hard under the pressure. The other diapers also slide up onto the boy's back and then stop, as the boy continues to be shoved hard into the mounting wall of diapers, strollers and laundry baskets and diapered babies, his head sliding into the diapers in the container.

Zoe stands and watches for a few seconds.....until the packer starts to retract.

As the blade retracts Zoe gets back into her cab and drives off. Zoe drives to the Diaper city diaper factory and the diaper testing lab that share the same property.

It takes Zoe ten minutes to drive the 5 short miles to the factory's rear parking lot at the rear of the factory near the loading docks. She pulls up parallel to the loading docks then stops. There are 8 wider totes that are over 100 gallons. No 32 gallon trash cans. Lots of bulky piles of disposable diapers on the side of the over filled totes because the diaper factory puts out so many second quality disposable diapers and botched up packages of disposable diapers that the totes can't handle the sheer volume. The other totes to the far west of the diaper factory, closer to the end of the parking lot all belong to the diaper testing labs. There are 8 totes there too. The totes all have mostly disposable diapers in them except for tote four and tote six. They are for the babies that they throw away and the diapers that each baby has used or were used in the making or testing of the products. There is a 15 year old in tote four.....wearing such thick disposable diapers that go up past his naval that Zoe can see his penis tucked in and surrounded by the diaper's thick, fluffy padding. Tote six has another thickly diapered boy that is 16 years old.....he is soaking wet with some kind of blue liquids used to measure absorbency. His diaper is bulging with liquids, he also has a big hard on because of the wet squishy feeling of his diaper. Zoe gets out, begins dumping the large totes.

There are also two carts full of messed up unused packages of disposable diapers in them too. Zoe set the compactor to continuously cycle as each tote dumps its load, it falls on top of the blade that is cramming the previous tote’s contents into the truck.

After dumping the 8th tote, Zoe loads the overflow, while the packer continues to pack the load. Zoe gets in and drives to the 2nd pile. The piles are sitting next to the totes on the ground....there are at least four totes worth of disposable and cloth diapers that had been used in lab experiments that also have weird chemicals on them....composting assisting chemicals and stain remover tests that were done on the cloth diapers but the cloth diapers got ruined instead. There are 8 totes there over crammed with diapers that had been tested. Zoe gets out, dumps the first tote, and then starts the compactor.  She hooks up tote two and dumps it.  Zoe repeats the process with the 3^rd, diapers flying into the hopper and the packer struggling to keep up with them. When Zoe gets to tote 4, she pauses the packer, so she can safely dump the boy.

One of the scientists came out wearing their lab coats carrying one baby wearing very saggy cloth diapers dunked in chemicals and blue liquids. He is waiting for Zoë to take the slimy, blue stained boy. Then another woman in a white lab coat comes out with a 13 year old boy and a 20 year old boyish man....wearing VERY thick disposable diapers that had just been changed.

Zoë takes the boy from the Scientist as tote 5 is dumped. Zoe tosses the boy in, and resumes the packing. The boys are on top of the blade as it smashes the diapers under them. As it retracts they fall into the hopper then the blade pushes them  in Zoe dumps tote 6, the boy lands on top of the blade as it pushes the other 2 boys into the truck.

The pile of loose unbagged disposable and cloth diapers is sitting there next to the totes.

The scientist woman holding hands with the two babies.....waiting for Zoe to take them both from her. Zoe takes the 13 year old and tosses him in the truck. One more guy in a lab coat comes out dragging out two large round old cracked up laundry baskets full of dirty cloth diapers and 20 unopened packages of disposable diapers stacked on top.

As Zoe takes the 20 year old from her, Zoe says; “Only testing boys this week I see?”

“Yea....the girls are still in the intake holding area......they won't get tested until mid-week, I suppose.” Says the tall scientist with salt and pepper wispy hair. He then says something to the woman that had the two babies in German. She goes back inside and drags out a tall 44 gallon diaper pail, full of clean, dirty, cloth diapers and plastic pants.

Zoe puts the 20 year old in, and then dumps the final totes before getting to the carts.

She then reaches inside the gate to get the last subject....a small midget sized boy........wearing stained up, dirty looking luvs diaper with cloth diapers on underneath that had just been dunked in chemicals. Zoe dumps the carts and runs several more cycles to clear out the hopper. As Zoe waits for them to bring the 44 gallon pail, Zoe decides to take a bathroom break. She lets loose in her Huggies Baby Steps Size 8 That she had a friend at one of the diaper factories make for her.

Zoe finishes and then dumps the pail. The woman scientist makes the midget boy in the puffy Luvs diaper; stumble over to the side of the hopper. She pushes him closer with her hand against his back. She then smacks his diapered butt hard. Gels splatter out. He hangs his head.......she tells him to not say a word.

Zoe gives him a gentle pat on his diaper, as she scoops him up, then dumps him in the hopper. The woman winks at Zoe....and nods. Then the scientists all file back into the gate and close it. The pile of dirty disposables and cloth diapers is still on the ground. Zoe cleans up the overflow, then runs the packer one last time. Then Zoe gets in, to head off to her next stop.

Now, Zoe drives across town. Across over fifteen minutes of stop lights and intersections between stops.

She pulls into an industrial complex, where a large disposal nursery is and two large offices that work with diapers all day, sorting them, washing some of the pre-folds, while the other Departments take the disposables that are put down chutes and put them all in the trash. The maids and janitors have filled up seven of the ten totes so far.

The maids and janitors are just bringing out the last of the totes as Zoe pulls up.

Inside of tote 8 is a baby girl......she has six large sized cloth diapers on and an ABENA Super X-Plus with six booster pads in it on inside of tote ten...there is a boy wearing the same diaper but he has ten booster pads on and a whole powder bottle worth of baby powder in the diaper. There are mixed cloth and disposable diapers in all of the totes. The babies all have wet disposable diapers that also have their own cloth diapers in them too, just like they are wearing. Then, one of the janitors drags out three laundry baskets full of disposable and cloth diapers. He sets them down on top of totes 8 through ten. One of the maids brings out four diaper pails full of nothing but clean and dirty pre-folds. She leaves them next to the 10th tote then goes back inside. Then the janitor comes out with the last laundry basket full of freshly dried cloth diapers. The basket is SO full, that he has to keep stopping to pick up diapers that keep falling out before he sets the full basket down on tote 7. He goes back inside and doesn't come out.  A mother comes out from the nursery, she has a 4 year old wearing thick Pampers diapers with cloth-like cover on.....she is carrying the boy's diaper bag and a laundry basket full of his clothes, pre-fold cloth diapers as well as various colored diaper wraps.

The mother's boy is 4 years old. Zoe gets out of the truck and begins dumping the totes. After Zoe empties the first 5, Zoe runs the packer to make room for number 6.

Zoe dumps tote 6 in, as well as tote 7. Then Zoe takes the laundry basket off tote 8 and tosses it in the truck. Zoe opens tote 8 and sees the 8 year old. “Hello little one.” Zoe says as she wheels the tote to the truck. "Hello......" Says the boy. “Ready for a ride?” Zoe asks as she hooks up the tote. "Not really." Says the boy. “Aww, it will be fun!” Zoe says as she dumps the tote. The boy spills into the hopper on top of the diapers. Zoe turns to the mother. “Got one for me?” Says Zoe. “Yep....I sure do....fresh from the nursery too!” Said the mother handing Zoe the four year old. Zoe takes him from her, puts him in the hopper then takes the diaper bag and laundry basket.  “Too much for you?” Zoe asks as she tosses in the final things from her. “Not really, he just costs too much. The nursery has called me to ask why he sleeps so much and won't talk.” Explains the mother.

“I have too much work to do, processing all of the diapers that come through here!” Explains the mother further. “Understandable.” Zoe says. Zoe runs the packer, crushing the 4 year old and the other boy into the truck.

“Well, have a good one.” Zoe says as she grabs tote 9 and dumps it in the truck.

Zoe grabs the final tote with the girl and wheels it to the hopper. The mother walks back inside and goes back to work. Zoe dumps the girl into the truck, then empties the 4 diaper pails and tosses in the final laundry basket. Zoe runs the packer, squishing the girl and all the diapers before pushing her into the truck. Zoe gets back in the cab to head to her next stop. The next stop was a disposal agency.....and nursery.  Their jobs are to take babies and their clothing and some toys and then get them ready for disposal....even if it takes a month...to get that subject ready...they must dispose of each subject. The stop always has six 100 gallon totes, 6 32 gallon trash cans, and four or six large contractor sized white force-flex trash bags to the side. There are usually at least four babies or more at this stop.....ranging in size and age.

Zoe pulls up about 20 minutes after she had left the last stop...driving through traffic

The first three totes have nothing but loose, disposable diapers in them, some wet, some not...but they all have been worn. The second three totes have nothing but cloth pre-folds, onesies, cloth training pants and plastic pants as well as tons of diaper wraps. The 32 gallon trash cans have diapered dolls, diapered sock monkeys, a purple plush whale, and some raggedy Anne dolls with diapers on them as well as several cabbage patch dolls with puffy diapers on them. There are two strollers sitting out next to the 100 gallon totes.  They have baby boys in them that are dosed with sleeping drugs. They both are diapered VERY thickly in diapers with plastic backing. In Tote 3, there is a 12 year old boy wearing nothing but an Attends with Waistband diaper with 6 Booster pads and six layered cloth diapers three in front and three in back. They are sticking out of the elastic waistband at least an inch or two. There are TONS of loose Attends with waistband diapers with booster pads and cloth diapers in tote three stuffed inside on top of the boy.

Zoe gets out, grabs the first tote with the loose diapers. She dumps it in her truck.

Zoe dumps tote 2 then runs the packer. The truck is filling up and the diapers push back out a bit after the cycle is done. One of the staff members dressed in nursery print scrubs comes out rolling the last 100 gallon tote full of cloth pre-fold diapers and a little blond girl in a pony tail, near the bottom dressed in ten layered cloth diapers that had just been put on her. The little girl was also dosed with a strong sleeping drug. Once the tote was put out the lady in the scrubs went back inside. Zoe grabs tote 3 with the 12 year old boy and dumps him in the truck. Zoe empties the 3 totes with the cloth diapers and training pants covering the boy. Zoe runs the packer to crush the boy and diapers into her truck. The boy falls out of the hopper after the first cycle, so she runs a second to pack him in. Zoe hooks up and dumps the tote with the little girl into the empty hopper. Next, Zoe empties the 6 cans covering the girl in dolls. Zoe picks up the 1st stroller, with the boy, tosses it in, and then does the same with the second stroller. Zoe tosses in the bags, then drops the pre-crusher, forcing the boys down on the pile of the sleeping girl and diapered dolls. Zoe runs the packer, as the blade packs, the dolls get smashed. The diapers bunch up into the 3 children as they are all pushed into the truck.  Zoe leaves the blade extended to keep the trash in the truck, and then heads to the next stop. The next stop is three miles from this stop. It's a diaper service that also services disposable diapers, babies and some clothing. They take the customer’s clean disposable diapers and picks up the wet or dirty ones, same with the cloth pre-folds. At their shop, they dispose of the disposables and any unserviceable cloth pre-folds and...any babies too.

Zoe drives up into a small strip mall like building. She drives behind the building and stops in the alley. there are two stops; The Diaper Service, and a baby rental shop.

Zoe pulls up nearest to the 8 totes and four 43 gallon trash cans.

The trash cans are white in color, the 100 gallon totes that have the dirty and wet disposables are an off white almost yellow color. The Totes that are for Cloth Diapers only, are pure white. The totes that are for babies and diapers, are baby blue or pink.

The service painted them this way.  So did the rental shop since they liked the idea

Tote one has nothing but loose disposable diapers in it,  tote two has mixed pre-folds that are formerly wet and had dried, and disposable diapers as well as plastic pants.

Tote three has nothing but cloth diapers that are torn, ripped and were cleaned and dried before disposal. Tote four has a baby boy wearing cloth and disposable diapers. The cloth diapers come up past the boy's naval and are sticking more than half way out of the elastic waistband in front and back, the boy is 19.

He likes to cum into the diapers a lot and has a BIG bulge in the front. Tote five has a baby girl in it, dressed in cloth diapers with a pull-up over it.......the cloth diapers go up to her naval. The girl is 17. Tote six has mixed cloth diapers and disposable diapers Attends, Tranquility All-through-the-nights, Molicares, and Abena Abri Form Super X Plus diapers with six cloth diapers in each one.

Totes 7 and 8 have loose, wet disposable diapers and these totes have been so over stuffed, that the lids won't shut. The 43 gallon trash cans have nothing but loose, clean and formerly wet cloth diapers and plastic pants as well as diaper wraps in them.

Zoe gets out, retracts the blade, and then grabs the first tote. She dumps the tote in the truck then empties the 2nd tote. Zoe then dumps tote 4, spilling the boy into the truck. Then she dumps the 17 year old. The girl points at the bulge in the boys pants and makes a comment. The boy laughs at the girl’s princess pull-up telling her stars are gone.

“Shut up!!!” The girl tells him, then throws a dirty disposable diaper at his face.

The boy laughs! “You  should help me with my bulge! If you do, I will help make that pull up even wetter! The boy tells the girl. Zoe dumps the third tote while the two kids have a bit of fun. At this point, the hopper is almost overflowing. Zoe runs the packer to crush the diapers that are under the two. Zoe hooks up the 6th tote, to find the 2 naughty pieces of garbage, having fun inside each others diaper.  Zoe dumps the tote, giving them a bit of privacy.

The compactor blade retracts and they fall closer to the hopper but are still above the blade. Zoe runs another cycle, crushing the diapers under them. As the blade retracts, they fall into the hopper, Zoe covers them with the contents from totes 7 and 8. Zoe can barely see the two, but she notices they have pulled the stuffing out of each others diapers and he has ripped a hole in the front of his. The girl’s pull-ups are pushed to the side and they have their legs wrapped around each other. “Well!! This will give them an extra thrust!!! Zoe thinks as she runs the packer, beginning the process of crushing them into the hopper. Zoe dumps the 4 cans while the compactor runs. Over the roar of the engine, as the packer crushes them, Zoe can hear the two having fun as they are rammed into the truck. Zoe runs a final packer cycle, to clear the hopper, and then moves on to the 2nd stop.  The next stop is six blocks to the north, closer to the diaper city landfill and transfer station in front.....Zoe is working her way towards the landfill, getting closer and closer with each stop.  The next stop is a diaper training center...like a doctor's office that trains and keeps babies and subjects in diapers, despite their age.

If a subject isn't able to stay wet, they can be taken to this training center and clinic.

If the subjects can't be trained, they are disposed of  along with all of the diapers. Each of the subjects are turned over to this clinic and training center. This clinic has 10 100 gallon totes and 8 43 gallon trash cans. The trash cans are designated for cloth diapers only and any clothing that also might get disposed of. The cloth diapers are cleaned before disposal, along with all clothing, as a policy. The disposable diapers are never put into bags or rolled up and there are never any messy diapers there. Four totes, totes 6 through 10 are painted either baby blue or pink to put their larger subjects in. Sometimes, though the 43 gallon trash cans are used if there are no more totes.

If they have more subjects to dispose of than is room, they have their nurses wait out back in the alley, behind the 10 foot tall red brick wall with a solid metal gate that is 8 feet tall. Next door, is the next stop and next to that is the next one, mostly residential and businesses, all in the same alley. There are only four more stops until landfill time.

Zoe drives to the side street that one end of the alley ends up in. The stops are on each side of the alley. It's a short alley. Zoe pulls up to the side of the totes behind the clinic and the other stop on the other side of the alley.

The First five totes have loose disposable diapers, disposable training pants and pull-ups both boys and girls, totes 6-10 are baby blue, and pink and have babies in them and all of their diapers stuffed in around them. All of the diapers are just wet at this stop.

There are two additional 100 gallon totes that are white, these totes have only cloth pre-fold diapers in them and plastic pants as well as tons of onesies. The totes is about half a 43 gallon trash can over filled. The second additional tote is off-white. It contains loose, wet and worn but not wet disposable diapers in it of varying brands.

The pink tote has a baby girl that is 9 years old in it and is wearing a thick Molicare disposable diaper with 10 layers of pre-fold cloth diapers on underneath. The disposable diaper is holding the cloth diapers on. The baby blue tote, has a baby boy in it,

he is 12 years old, is wearing a thick Abena SUPER X-Plus diaper with 8 booster pads, 8 layered cloth diapers, that are kind of hanging out of it in both ends, front and back

Zoe gets out and begins emptying the totes.

As Zoe dumps totes 1-5, she sees all the blue and pink training pants fill the hopper.

“So, you couldn't be trained?” Zoe says to the 9 year old, as she wheels her to the truck.  “Well, perhaps this pile of training pants will help you.” Zoe says dumping her into the hopper. She lands face first in a pile of Dora pull ups.

 the trash cans are designated for cloth diapers only and any clothing that also might get disposed of. The cloth diapers are cleaned before disposal along with all clothing, as a policy. The girl pouts as she lands in the truck. Zoe grabs the tote with the 12 year old, dumps him in with the girl. Zoe empties the rest of the cans and totes, burying the 2 and overfilling the hopper. Zoe lowers the pre-crusher, pounding all the diapers down into the hopper, crushing the diapers, and 2 babies in it. “Hey! Its tight in here!” She complains. “It’s about to get even tighter!” Zoe tells her. “Get me out!” she yells. “This is crap Just because I don’t pee my diaper, I get treated like this?” Wonders the girl. “Well, your mommy wants a baby, so, if you can’t fill the job, she can get rid of you.” Explains Zoe to the confused girl. “Get me out I have to go potty!” Exclaims the girl. “You have a diaper on! Go potty in it!” Suggests Zoe. “NO!” she says. “Bet you pee when I do this!!!” Zoe says running the packer. The packer crushes the load, pushes her into the truck. “Eew gross!” Zoe hears the girl say as she is crushed. Zoe knows she couldn’t hold it. Zoe moves on to the next stop. The next stop is a large house, an older mansion next door.  An elderly couple live there with their maids and three babies (that haven't been disposed of yet) and this house was the former home of three others that have now been disposed of. They kept the girls, and disposed of the boys. The maids have carried the babies out in cages that look like dog cages. The maids set them each, out in the alley next to the totes.

There are six totes and six 32 gallon aluminum trash cans all color-coordinated as to what goes in each one. The white cans have pre-fold cloth diapers in toddler sizes that are both formerly wet and dried and the rest, about 70%, are freshly washed. There are three open containers of baby powder tossed in the can too along with the four diaper bags, one diaper bag has the clean disposables and bottles in it and the other one has the clean cloth pre-folds and plastic pants in it, for each baby.

The yellowish cans have nothing but wet disposable diapers and any remaining unused disposable diapers in them. The totes have nothing but some random Cabbage patch dolls and the rest of the tote has loose slightly wet disposable diapers in it.

All of the totes are VERY over stuffed and some of the diapers have fallen down into the alley in front of the totes. About half of a 32 gallon can's worth on the ground. The cages are latches from the outside, so they can't escape or wander off, but can be opened from the outside only. Each of the boys are wearing 10 thick freshly cleaned, layered cloth diapers with thick cloth training pants on, to hold the cloth diapers on, underneath their thick, bulky disposable diapers. While the boys wait for Zoe to pull up, they each have very big errections and two of them are on their tummies, rubbing their diapers back and forth on the smooth metal floors of their cages.

Zoe gets out, dumps the totes, spilling the dolls and wet disposable diapers. After Zoe empties 2 totes, she takes the 1st of the boys.  “Wonder if they want the cages back?” Wonders Zoe to herself.

Zoe decides to error on the side of caution and opens the cage. Zoe dumps the boy into the hopper, then sets the empty cage down next to the empty tote.

Zoe runs the packer, crushing the 1st boy. She dumps two more totes. Zoe gets to the 2nd boy, who is rubbing his diaper against the cage. “Better hurry up! You have a date with my truck!” Zoe says picking up the cage and taking him to the truck. Zoe dumps the boy into the truck. Then, one of the 26 year old blond maids comes out carrying a tall laundry basket full of freshly dried, still warm, pre-fold cloth diapers and another baby boy wearing nothing but one cloth diaper. He is 14 years old.

The maid sets the basket down on top of the now empty tote next to one of the cages. The boy in the basket, is COVERED with 200 cloth diapers. The basket is over filled. Zoe picks up the basket and tosses it in with the other boy and runs the packer. The maid just stands there...watching. Zoe notices the boy trying to finish, as the blade pushes him into the truck. He has positioned the plastic head of one of the cabbage patch girls, up against his diaper and is using the pressure from it, as the blade packed him. Zoe dumps the final 2 totes and loads the final boy. Zoe dumps the remaining cans on top of him, and then runs the packer. “Horny boys!” Zoe says to the maid, laughing as she packs the load. “Yea, they are....when they get diapered at each change, the grand parents authorized me to satisfy them...today, I just changed them.....they got teased.”

Explains the maid to Zoe before she got into her truck. “Hehe! Well, one satisfied himself with one of the dolls as he got packed!” Zoe says and heads back to her cab.

The maid waves goodbye and then returns into the back gate. Zoe gets in the cab and drives off. The stop next door is a small three bedroom adobe style house. It has been converted into a business. They try to adopt babies out and sell diapers to go with them.

They have lots of babies donated to them from all over. Not all babies that are donated, get to be adopted, or their diapers get to be used again, even...if they are still good, clean or new...it doesn't matter to them. There are 8-95 gallon totes, 100 gallon totes, 4-95 gallon and 4-100 gallon totes. The totes are reserved for diapers only.

The 6-50 gallon cans....are for cloth diapers, babies and whatever else they decide to dispose of. These special trash cans can be hooked to the flipper or hand lifted.

They are made out of aluminum and are just larger versions of the 32 gallon sizes

These cans...today however, are filled with packages of torn open but not used pre-fold cloth diapers in the first one, loose formerly wet cloth diapers in the second can

a baby boy who is 9, and has dark short hair.....wearing six pre-fold cloth diapers and a diaper wrap. In the third can, nothing but loose, freshly washed and dried, cloth pre-folds with four bottles of open baby powder that was spilled all over them.

The fourth can has more mixed clean and formerly wet cloth diapers and diaper wraps

The other four cans also have been over stuffed with clean toddler sized pre-folds and 300 pairs of plastic pants and 200 pair of brand new onesies that say; Property of Diaper City Diaper Landfill on the backs of them. The 9 year old is down at the bottom of the can with a 1/8 of the bottom filled with cloth diapers and the top part above the boy in the can, is filled with loose unfolded toddler sized cloth diapers, that he used to wear.

Zoe gets out of her truck, begins to empty the totes with the diapers.

Zoe grabs the can with the 9 year old, then dumps him in the truck. Zoe dumps the 4 cans with the onesies that say, “property of diaper city landfill” and laugh. “An appropriate outfit for you, little one!” Zoe says to the 9 year old. Zoe dumps the remaining totes, leaving the hopper stuffed. Zoe uses the pre-crusher, which struggles, but is able to pack the load flat, then she runs the packer to shove it all in the truck. The truck is getting full and the packer stops 2/3rd of the way. It takes a 2nd packing to shove it all in.  Zoe gets back in and heads to the final stop.

(Zoe wrote this section with me interjecting….congratulate her on her fine craftsmanship and imagination!)

Zoe drives to the last stop on her route.

This stop has 2 totes filled with a mix of princess pull-ups that the younger girl wears and goodnites which the older girl wears.  The totes also contain a special designer diaper for older kids that the moms company makes the girls wear the diaper at night

next to the totes are 4 cans filled with the younger girls dolls and stuffed animals, a half dozen bags contain her clothing and bedding.

6 more bags of the older girl’s toys are also piled up. As Zoe is arriving, the mother and older girl are dropping the final bags at the curb. “Jessica! The garbage truck is here…. get your butt outside now!!!!” Yells the Mother to her daughter.

As Zoe gets out of the truck, she sees Jessica walk out of the house. She is wearing a pink princess pull-up. The mother also brings out three more large bags full of cloth diapers and thick disposable diapers with wet cloth diapers inside, as well as a bag full of Jessica’s wet pull-ups, to the curb.

Zoe hooks up the first tote, then dumps the diapers in the truck, while Tammy, her older sister, stands back and watches. Tammy is wearing a Pink shirt that says Mommy’s Little Angel and a designer diaper with peace signs on it. (Plug for Cool Diaps)

As Zoe empties the tote, she hears the mom and Jessica arguing.

“No way mom!” She says struggling as the mom takes off her t-shirt.

“Those are the rules! Diapers only, for disposal!” Exclaims the mother.

“I am not going in there!” Jessica says, pulling away. “I am tired of fighting with you!  You refused to clean your room, you leave your diapers on the floor! I had to get rid of your brothers, and need to sell this house! You are making it hard, so I am done with you!” the Mom tells Jessica.

The mom drags Jessica to the truck. Then Mother then ducks inside to get the laundry basket full of her clothes. she puts her shirt on top of the load in the basket.

“Sorry for the drama miss, but I have a brat to dispose of.” The mom says

“No problem” Zoe tells her. Zoe picks up Jessica and puts her in the truck. Tammy walks up with 2 bags of Jessica’s dolls and places them in the truck. “Suck it up Jessica!” Sneers Tammy at her “Careful...you too might end up in there too, if you don't shut up!” The mother says to Tammy.  “Sorry mom.”  “Bye Jess, I will miss you.” Says Tammy. Tammy says walking away. The mother tells Tammy to go get the rest of Jessica's unused diapers in the bedroom and bring them down to dispose of.

“Mommy’s girl suck up!” Jessica screams at Tammy, hurling a dirty diaper at her. “Mom please! You made your point!” Says Jessica pleading to her mother.

The mother picks the disposable diaper up and tosses it into the hopper.

“NOW Jessica! It's time for disposal! I TOLD you....that this was going to happen!”

Says the mother. “Please it smells awful in here!” Complains Jessica.  Zoe dumps 2 of the cans with her dolls. Then Zoe dumps the 2nd tote with the dirty diapers.

The mother steps aside for a moment while Zoe dumps the cans.

“You'd better sit RIGHT down...now and suck it up...like your sister said! If you don't, the trash lady here will deal with you!” Said the mom.

Jessica sulks. The mother turns to Zoe and asks..."what do you do to a baby girl like this?" Zoe dumps the remaining cans of dolls and tosses in the bags of her clothing, bedding and wet pull-ups. “She will get packed and go to the landfill! With her attitude, she is not likely to get adopted out!!” States Zoe to the mother. “GOOD! that is what she gets! maybe she'll be used for something at the diaper dump!” says Jessica’s Mother to Zoe. “Mom please!! I’m sorry!! I didn’t clean my room because I just didn't want to throw my dolls in the yucky garbage!” Explains Jessica to her mom who was standing near the truck. “Too BAD! I told you....if you made ME do it....everything….INCLUDING YOU......missy.....was being disposed of!!!!” States Jessica’s Mom firmly. Tammy comes out with the final bags and throws them in the truck. Miss, don't forget this big round laundry basket here.... and these three bags full of cloth diapers and thick disposable diapers with wet cloth diapers inside,

handing Zoe the basket and pointing to the bags.

“Thanks.”  Zoe says, tossing them all in.

“I love you mommy! Please don't leave me in here!” Pleads Jessica to her mother.

“Sorry Jessica! What is done...is done! Once I changed you into that diaper....then bagged everything up and brought it out here, it all belongs to the nice trash lady here, now, so.....do....you! Miss, do whatever you like with her.....I don't care WHAT happens to her or her dolls or the diaper she has on! Do whatever you like...even....if it seems mean! Like I said...I'm DONE with her! Jessica now belongs to you!” Exclaims Jessica’s now former mom. The mom walks back inside. Tammy says goodbye to her sister then follows her mom.

“Please miss!!!” Jessica begged. “Sorry sweetie, but your mom threw you out!” said Zoe.

Zoe ran the packer. It crushed the garbage under Jessica.

While it is packing, she watches the diapers and her dolls smashed and driven in the truck. She is above the hopper, the blade pushes the garbage about half way then just packs it. The truck is full. It releases, and she sinks down into the hopper.

The blade snags her pull-up tearing it a little. Jessica shaking with fear, empties her bladder. Pee streams out of the hole in her diaper, soaking the dolls in the hopper under her. Jessica is in the hopper, wedged under and covered in dirty diapers, and the previously crushed garbage is pushing back on her. She is trapped.

Zoe runs the packer.  It pushes her into the wall of smashed garbage. The sound of cracking plastic can be heard as the dolls are compressed. The force of the packing shoves the gel from her pull up into her crotch and butt. The pressure squeezes pee out of the dirty diapers soaking her. The blade makes it half way but the holding area is full Jessica is packed but in the hopper.

Zoe drops the pre-crusher, trapping her. Then Zoe extends the blade as far as it will go, before pausing it. “Please, it is dark, wet and stinky in here. I am not garbage! I don't want to be thrown away!” Zoe hears her beg.

“At least change me, I made a mess when you packed me, its disgusting!” Pleads the girl.

“You are in perfect shape for disposal!” Zoe told her. “Now, enjoy the ride to the landfill!!”  Zoe tells her as she gets back in the cab.

Zoe gets into the cab, heads to the next stop.

The last one on her route. There are 6 95 gallon totes and 6 32 gallon trash cans out by the curb. The 32 gallon cans on the left in a single file row and then the 6 95 gallon totes.

The first three totes, have loose wet only Tranquility slimline disposable diapers.

The second three totes are full of loose, formerly wet cloth pre-folds and the last totes is full of nothing but loose, clean, fresh, cloth pre-folds and 40 pair of used once cloth training pants, that were used to hold the cloth pre-folds on.

As Zoe pulls up and gets out, A father steps out to the side walk. "HEY Boy! Get OUT here NOW! Says the father almost yelling. The boy comes out wearing a onesie, a pair of dark navy blue shorts and a Cars t-shirt. “Go put your hands against the side of the garbage truck!” Instructs the father. The boy does what he is told. The father then pulls the shorts down and then makes the boy step out of them. Then the father lets the shorts fall on the grass next to the curb.

He then unbuttons the onesie and then takes it off too, leaving the boy in just the super bulky, super saggy, Tranquility slimline disposable diaper with 8 booster pads in it.

The father then waits for Zoe to dump her first two totes.

Zoe gets out of the truck, heads to the pile. Zoe raises the pre-crusher and retracts the blade,  and then grabs the first tote.  With the blade retracted, Jessica falls down in the hopper as the pressure is released.  She is a sorry sight.  She is soaking wet and covered in gels. Her pull-up has burst, filling her with gel inside as well. The mess is smeared outside her pull-up.  Her dolls are crushed around her, flattened and soaked. As Zoe hooks up the first tote to dump it, she is crying, begging to be let out.  “How can you do this to me!!!” She asks.

“You are garbage!” Zoe tells her, and then dumps the first tote, spilling wet diapers on her. Zoe dumps the 2nd tote, further covering her.

Good morning....miss. Says the father. “Good morning. Zoe says to the father.  “I have two more things inside to go out for disposal

My 12 year old son here......is all yours. Here are his custody papers....and a check for $500. I only owe you $90, the rest is for you.” States the father. “Thanks” Zoe tells him, and then puts the check and papers in the cab. The father then goes back into his house for a minutes, grabs the tote and the two laundry baskets full of a footed sleeper, and more cloth pre-fold diapers. The green Rubbermaid tote is full of the boy's opened packs of disposable diapers and the unopened packs of Tranquility slimline disposable diapers, plus six clean onesies, a diaper bag full of Tranquility diapers, and six pair of cloth training pants, used to keep the cloth diapers on instead of pins. The father drags all this to the curb and puts everything to the right of the boy, still leaning against the truck near the back tires.

The father then separates the Cars t-shirt from the onesie on the grass.

ONE more round 32 gallon laundry basket....be right back with it, says the father

The father goes in and brings out the third round 32 gallon laundry basket full of loose, clean cloth pre-fold cloth diapers. He sets the basket next to the other ones.

He then stands on the sidewalk, watching Zoe do the dirty diapers and his baby.

Zoe picks up the boy, sets him in the truck, then Zoe tosses in the cars shirt, onesie and pants next. Zoe tosses in the laundry baskets and empties the tote with the diapers and tosses in the diaper bag.

The hopper is full but the truck is packed out. Zoe uses the pre-crusher to tap down the boy and diapers into the load with Jessica. The boy sees Jessica crying. “what is wrong?” The boy asks as Zoe grabs tote 3. “My mommy threw me away!” she sobbed.

“My pull-up is all dirty and no one will change me!” Sobbed the girl.

Zoe hooks up tote 3 and rain down more wet diapers on them.

“Yeah, daddy threw me away too. He put my diaper bag in the hopper.  In there, are some clean diapers. I will change you.” He offered. Jessica climbed out on top of the pile and the boy got a clean tranquility diaper from the bag Zoe dumps tote 4 spilling cloth diapers into the hopper. “You are messy!’  The boy says tearing the easy open sides. He tosses the messy pull-up on the other side of the hopper and looks around. “Not much to clean you up with…”  He says, and grabs his cars shirt to wipe her down.

“Best I can do…” The boy says as Zoe dumps tote 5 in the hopper.

“Thanks” Jessica says. “Hold on, I’m sorry but I need to pee before you diaper me.” The boy moves back a bit. Jessica turns red, lets the pee flow, soaking into the diapers and dolls around her. When she is finished, he tapes the diaper on her as Zoe dumps tote 6 this time right on top of them. Zoe drops the pre-crusher smashing the 2 down into the hopper area and then runs the packer, making just a little more room. Zoe then raises the pre-crusher to dump the cans. The father stands there....watching.....

Hey miss......if I dispose of the rest of his diapers next week, and all of his bedding too, will you take it all? Asked the father. “Yeah, just put it out and I will haul it away.” Zoe said to the father.  “Thanks...Miss. I will pay up for three weeks in advance next week.” States the father.

“Great” Zoe tells him. Zoe grabs the first can and walks it to the truck. “I see my little bratty garbage, got her stinky diaper changed!” Zoe says to Jessica as she dumps a can of dirty diapers right on top of her. The boy, feeling protective,  moves on top of Jessica to shield her from the dirty diapers. “Thanks for everything. You are sweet!” Jessica says to him as Zoe dumps the 2nd can. Zoe dumps the remaining 3 cans into the overflowing hopper.

Zoe then drops the pre-crusher. It slowly comes down, pushing everything into the hopper. Five pre-fold cloth diapers fall out onto the ground as Zoe lowers the pre-crusher.

Zoe bends down and tosses them back in as the pre-crusher moves mercilessly down

Jessica and the boy are pressed down into the diapers and crushed dolls getting soaked in pee as the packer juices the diapers. “You are a sweet!” Says Jessica as she hugging him. As they are compacted, she gives him a kiss on the cheek as they are crushed.  “You taste like pee!” Jessica giggles.  “You’re one to talk!” The boy jokes back, giving her a peck on the cheek.  “I'm sorry your dad threw you away, but I am glad I met you it makes this horrible experience a little less awful.” Jessica told him. “You too.” The boy said as the pre-crusher moved down as far as it could go. Both of their diapers bunch up between their legs, the cloth diapers rising up above the packer, some falling down on top of the blade, as it packs. The boy and Jessica rise too, the boy also falls onto the blade, on the driver's side of the hopper. Jessica is pressed VERY tightly into the diapers in the holding area. Zoe closed the door to the truck and got in the cab to head to the landfill.

Zoe goes to the diaper city landfill over 20 miles outside the city and to the farthest west. Once Zoe's truck is weighed in on the scales, Zoe is instructed on where to go.

A flagger points Zoe to an empty spot at the transfer pit. Zoe backs her truck up to the large, stainless steel, in-ground pit that looks like a large metal chute

The pit is 200 feet by 300 feet. Zoe gets out of her truck, opens the tailgate. The tightly packed garbage begins spilling out.

Zoe raises the back of the truck to a 45 degree angle, and the garbage begins pouring out. Once the garbage begins to spill out, Zoe opens the hopper access door. Zoe sees some diapers on top of the pre-crusher and decides to take them out, toss them in the pit. Zoe then yells in to the boy and Jessica. “finally, time to pack you through.” Said Zoe.  Zoë runs the packer, pushing them into the holding area, as diapers, dolls and babies spill out the back.

Zoe watches as the dirty babies, soiled diapers and smashed dolls spill out of her truck.

As Zoe watches the clean and dirty diapers, smashed dolls and trash spill out of her truck, a large front loader backs in next to Zoe. The driver opened the tailgate

raises the container and begins dumping the extremely large load of formerly wet cloth diapers and clean cloth diapers, onesies, footed sleepers, plastic pants and a few printed comforters. The cloth diapers fall out, covering the load that Zoe is dumping

The diapers, babies and other trash start to sink down into the pit

near the end of the load the naughty two babies spill out finally separating

lower and lower as the diapers fall out of the chute and onto fast moving conveyor belts. The sorting conveyor belts carry the diapers and babies to be sorted

finally Jessica falls out her dirty pull up smashed and stuck in her hair.  “What is going to happen to me?” She asks as she falls into the pit.

“Well, Jessica, you fall into that pit, you go down and fall into a fast moving conveyor belt and then you and the diapers are taken for sorting.

Then, depending on what type of diapers you are wearing, the sorters put you onto one conveyor belt or leave you on with the disposables.

“I have a disposable, what happens to me?” Asks Jessica, falling deeper into the pit.

“Since you are wearing a nice disposable, you'll be left on this belt and that belt will take you and the diapers to a large pile of disposable diapers. You'll be left there until someone needs a baby......and or diapers or, when they get to the point when their staff can recycle the diapers.” Explains Zoe to Jessica.

“You will go to a pile of disposable diapers little one.....you will be put into that pile,

to wait until that pile gets taken to the disposable diaper recycling machine.

They may send you through it or they may not....the staff there, MAY decide, as they have in the past, to just take your diaper off, clean or dirty, and put it into the recycling machine. IF....you are lucky, you get your diaper taken off. It depends on who is working at that time.” Explains Zoe to Jessica.

“Please miss! Take me out of here!” Pleads Jessica.  “I'm sorry little one, but I already adopted a good girl. If you are not bratty, some mom may adopt you, but here is one last souvenir, I think you deserve this! It will teach you not to leave diapers on the ground!” Said Zoe to Jessica.  Zoe takes off her Huggies Baby Steps Diaper, tosses it on Jessica.  “Bye bratty garbage…..good luck in the landfill!”  Zoe closes the tail gate, lowers the back of the truck, as Jessica falls down into the pit, her dirty pull up in her hair, her diaper now wet and messy, Zoe’s wet diaper wrapped around her face.

Day Four: Thursday; Diaper Trash Collections

Zoe comes to the yard where all of the trucks are at 6:00 am.

The only trucks available are a front loader and a rear loader. The rear loader has rubber at the end of the packer blade. Today has a lot of stops.  Six houses, two daycares, a two diaper services, a disposable diaper service, and another government agency that takes babies away from the parents who can't take care of their babies. Then a couple of labs and also two more smaller daycares in offices that get diapers and babies donated to them, and one small apartment complex with 6 units. Zoe arrives at the yard and goes into the office to get the keys to the rear loader and the stop checklist. Zoe then heads out to the truck and starts it up. Zoe then inspects it to make sure all signal lights work and the packer is functional. Satisfied, Zoe gets into the cab and heads off to the first stop of the day. The first stop is in the east side of Diaper City; An Apartment complex with 6 units. There are only two 10 yard dumpsters in the parking lot. The First 10 yard dumpster is over flowing with loose disposable diapers, Pampers size 9, size seven, and tons of loose, Tranquility All-through-The-Night medium diapers,  ten dozen formerly wet, dried up and slightly dusty, cloth diapers, 4 dozen clean pre-fold cloth diapers, 200 onesies, ten unopened packs of Attends with Waistband diapers, and one baby boy, who is 15. He is wearing a Tranquility ATN diaper with 8 Dignity Naturals Booster pads inside of his diaper, making his butt nice and puffy. His diaper is still dry since he was disposed of the night before.  The second dumpster has nothing but clean and formerly wet pre-fold cloth diapers, 20 pair of plastic pants, ten onesies, ten cloth training pants, 200 boy's disposable pull-ups, shorts, footed sleepers and the boy's crib sheets, bumpers and blankets.

Zoe pulls in, backs the truck up to the first dumpster. Zoe gets out of the truck, unhooks the wench, and then walk it to the back of the dumpster.

Once the wench is attached, Zoe pulls the lever to tighten it. Once the line is tight, Zoe double checks that it is hooked properly, then she begins to lift the dumpster off the ground. Zoe then raises the packer blade. As the dumpster lifts, the diapers begin spilling into the truck. Once the dumpster is fully lifted diapers spill into the truck stopping, once the hopper is full. Zoe activates the crushing sequence, and the truck roars to life.

The blade sweeps down on the diapers, crushing them and pulling them in the truck.

As soon as the blade begins packing the diapers, more diapers fall into the truck’s hopper.

As soon as the blade retracts, Zoe begins another packer cycle.

The blade draws in more diapers, allowing more to spill into the hopper.

While Zoe is dumping the diapers and the 15 year old baby boy into the truck, some one from one of the units walks out to the second dumpster and dumps in two large over

filled 32 gallon trash cans full of cloth pre-fold cloth diapers in toddler sizes, that had just came out of the drier.  After 3 cycles there are enough diapers in the truck that they begin to fall back into the hopper slightly each time the blade releases.

With each cycle, more of the diapers fall out of the dumpster. With the 5th cycle, the boy and final diapers fall into the hopper. Zoe lowers the dumpster slightly then pulls it back up to knock any stray diapers into the truck. Then, Zoe begins to lower the packer running another packer cycle. The boy who rolled into the hopper is covered in smashed diapers as the blade lifts up. The blade comes down, covering the load and pulls him into the truck. As the blade comes to rest, some crushed diapers can be seen poking out from under the blade. Zoe unhooks the dumpster and backs up to the 2nd dumpster. The woman is still there, dumping in the last can full of freshly cleaned pre-fold cloth diapers fresh from the drier. She dumps the heavy aluminum cans into the already full 10 yard dumpster. the dumpster's lids lay on top of the diapers and are half way up the dumpster is so full. The lady then takes the cans and walks back to her place.

Zoe hooks up the 2nd dumpster and lifts it, and then brings the blade up. The boy rolls out of the truck and back into the hopper. As the dumpster lifts, the diapers begin to pour in. Diapers also fall out of the back section from the overflow. First into the hopper are the 200 dirty toy story pull-ups. They spill into the hopper along with some clean cloth diapers from the overflow. They cover the boy. Zoe runs the packer, pulling the boy back into the truck with the pull-ups. More cloth diapers spill in with each packing cycle. After one more cycle, the boy is too far in the truck to spill back out. The final items out of the dumpster are the training pants onsies plastic pants and the sheets and blankets. Zoe lowers the dumpster and runs a final cycle, crushing the load. Poking out from under the blade, are a few pairs of shorts some plastic pants and the corner of the boys toy story blanket. Zoe winds the wench back up and heads to the next stop. The Next stop is five miles away from this stop.  It's a Diaper City government office, near downtown. The alley behind the offices has 8-32 gallon aluminum trash cans full of cloth diapers, plastic pants, two sock monkeys, three black and white tigers, and the rest disposable diapers that are wet and some that are dry, but had been worn.

Cans 1-4, contain the cloth diapers. Mostly clean, toddler sized cloth diapers that are torn up, ripped but still usable as diapers.

the fourth can, has nothing but plastic pants in it. Snap on and pull on styles in frosted clear and baby blue. Cans 5-8, contain disposable diapers, Attends with Waistband, that had been worn but not wet or messed in.

Can 7 has First Quality Medium diapers with 8 Dignity Naturals Booster Pads in each one, and the diapers are NOT rolled up or sealed.

Can 8 has First Quality medium diapers with Toddler Ex Diaper Service cloth diapers in each of them instead of the diaper doublers. Each disposable diaper has ten toddler sized cloth diapers in them. Some are wet, while most of the diapers are dry.

The director comes out with 6 baby boys wearing clothes over their diapers.

They file out in single file line, followed by a nurse and a maid

the maid is carrying two large round laundry baskets full of toddler sized cloth diapers and medium adult cloth pre-fold diapers. “Ok boys! Get out here....NOW! I said.....NOWWWWW!” Exclaimed the director to the boys. Zoe pulls up to the stop and gets out of her truck. The director brings the 6 baby boys out to the curb and lines them each up parallel to the curb near the trash cans full of diapers.

“Hi miss.....I have these 6 boys that need to be disposed of. I have to strip each one down to their diapers first. Hope you have the time...I brought some help.”

“Good morning.” Said Zoe, Greeting the Director.  “No problem. I will start with the cans.” Sates Zoe talking to the Director. “Ok, Jeremy......you get to be first! Now, step over here to the back of the truck....NOW!” Exclaims the director.

Jeremy is 13 and is wearing a onesie under soccer shorts and a white t-shirt over the onesie.  Zoe grabs the first can and dumps it into the truck, spilling cloth diapers into the hopper. Zoe takes the 1st can back and then grabs can 2. "Now, I am going to take off your clothes Jeremy.....first...let's get this shirt off....good, now I take your shorts off. GOOD! Now, I have to take your onesie off.....GOOD! Now, wait there Jeremy, until the nice trash lady here, is ready for you......I'm going to undress the next boy.” Explains the director. The director then goes over to the next boy. The boy is wearing a t-shirt and tan shorts.  Zoe dumps can 2 into hopper.  She brings Jeremy over to the left side of the back of the truck. “Trash time!!”  Zoe says to Jeremy as she picks him up and then puts him in the hopper. Zoe grabs the 3rd can and dumps some more cloth diapers in the hopper. The boy is 14. He is wearing a really thick, disposable diaper that has 10 dignity booster pads in it and a TON of baby powder. The Director then takes the boy's tan shorts off and then takes the t-shirt off.  “Now, stand there until the trash lady is ready for you!” Says the director going over to her last boy.

Zoe dumps the 4th can then picks up the 14 year old, places him into the hopper next to the 1st boy. The nurse brings over two boys.....one that is 10, and the other that is 7. Both are wearing thick disposable diapers. The 7 year old is wearing Pampers Size seven with four thick booster pads in it. The 10 year old is wearing 10 layered cloth diapers with pins in them and cloth training pants over them.

The nurse tosses the clothes into the hopper then leaves the two boys at the back of the truck. Zoe picks up the 10 year old, puts him into the hopper, then runs the packer. The boys are shifted forward as the garbage falls back into the truck. The maid then brings another two boys over to the back of the truck, making them wait next to the other two.

The blade comes down to cover the trash as Zoe grabs the 5th can. Zoe pulls the lever to finish the packing cycle. “You look cute in your Elmo diaper!” Zoe says to the 7 year old. 

These two boys are wearing Abena Abri-form X-Plus diapers in medium size. Both boys are 15 and 17. Their diapers are SO thick and bulky; they can hardly put their legs together.  Then the maid tosses in the two boy's clothing, onesies and shorts.

Zoe dumps the disposable diapers on the blade as it retracts crushing the load. Zoe grabs can 6 spilling diapers and the stuffed animals into the truck. The director finishes taking off the last boy's clothes. A onesie, a printed Aladdin shirt that has faded, and a pair of navy blue pocket shorts. With the blade up, Zoe grabs the 17 year old, puts him into the hopper. The director leads the boy to the back of the truck and then leaves him there. She then tosses his clothing into the hopper. Next in, is the 15 year old. Zoe dumps can 7 on the 2 boys and then grabs can 8. The maid then walks over with the two large round laundry baskets full of toddler sized pre-fold cloth diapers and medium adult sized pre-fold cloth diapers. The maid leaves the baskets and then walks back inside, with the director and the nurse. Zoe dumps can 8, and then tosses in the laundry baskets into the hopper. Then, Zoe picks up the final boy, the 7 year old. The nurse runs back out to the truck and tosses in two packages of Pampers Rash Care and a container of unused wipes.

“Trash time little one!” Zoe checks his diaper; “Looks like you need a change. Oh well! It will have to last till you get to the landfill. There are plenty of diapers to absorb any leaks.” Says Zoe to the boy, loading him into the hopper.  Zoe sets the boy in the hopper and runs the packer. The 3 other boys fall back in nearly landing on the other three, but separated by a few layers of diapers. The blade covers them pulling them into the truck. As the blade retracts, the stuffed tiger is poking out from under the blade. Then the nurse runs back to get three diaper bags full of clean diapers. She runs back out and leaves the diaper bags out on the curb before going back in for good. Zoe tosses the diaper bags in the hopper and then gets back into the cab, and then heads to the next stop. The next stop is a disposable diaper service. The disposable diaper service has 8 32 gallon trash cans and one 8 yard dumpster. The dumpster is over flowing with their brand of disposable diapers. The 32 gallon trash cans are full of some clothing, plastic pants, cloth pre-fold diapers that were once wet but now are dry, and the last two cans are full of their brand of diapers. A 20 year old wearing the company's SUPER, SUPER Night-Time Diaper that has a plastic backing that is dark navy blue with yellow stars and a white moon that appears to be sleeping, printed on it. The diaper is held on by Velcro tabs.

The diaper is already super, super thick but also has the company's booster pads inside of it. The boy has been stuffed near the bottom of the dumpster along with 200 of his night-time diapers, just like the one he is wearing. Zoe backs up to the dumpster and hooks it up. As she lifts it off the ground, Zoe releases the packer, spilling the boys back into the hopper. Zoe lifts the dumpster all the way, spilling out diapers.

Zoe runs the packer cycle, allowing more diapers to spill out. As the cycle runs, she grabs a can and dumps it on top of the pile of spilling diapers. Zoë runs another cycle, and grabs another can. Just then, a woman dressed in green scrub pants and light green flower print scrub top comes out of the disposable diaper service, with a little girl that they just got in 5 minutes ago. Zoe packs this load, and then grabs can 3, and then dumps it

from a house on their route. The girl is wearing a diaper just like the boy is.

The lady brings the girl out to the truck and leaves her with Zoe. The lady then returns back inside. “Stand next to the truck, but back a little bit, while Zoe empties the dumpster…”ok, little one?” Zoe tells the girl. The girl is a red-head smart mouth but she has a pacifier stuck in her mouth that she can't get out. The girl stands back then sits on the ground, pouting. Zoe runs another packing cycle, and then grabs and dumps cans 4 and 5. The lady comes back out to watch the girl to make sure she doesn't run.

Zoe runs the packer, the final few diapers and the boy roll into the hopper.

The pressure from the packing, has caused pee to leach from the diapers and is forming a small puddle in the hopper. The boy splashes in it. Zoe lowers the dumpster and goes to pick up the red head. “Trash time little one” Zoe tells the girl, picking her up.

The girl tries to slip out of Zoe's grip. She's mumbling loudly as she fights Zoe.

“No use struggling!! I have thrown away more difficult trash than you!!!” Says Zoe regaining a tighter grip on the girl and then putting her into the hopper.

The lady from the disposable diaper service comes out farther just in case Zoe needs help with the girl. Zoe tosses the girl in the hopper, in the deepest part of the pool of pee. The red-head girl stands right up in the hopper and tries to step back out of the truck. The lady from the disposable diaper service comes out to the back of the truck.

Zoe pushes her back down, and she lands on her butt. "Now! Get IN there...sit down....shut the HELL up! If you get up, and try to get out at ANY time, I am going to stuff you in a trash bag full of diapers, and tie you in it so that you can't get away!" Explained the lady. Zoe grabs the 2 cans with the diapers and brings them to the truck.

Zoe takes the pacifier out of the girl’s mouth. “This….is what bad garbage gets!!!!” Zoe dumps a can all over her. She falls back into the pee puddle, her diaper soaking more of it up. The girl sits down into the puddle, and then pouts.

Zoe dumps the final can into the truck. “Time to crush you!!!” Zoe says to the girl in the hopper. "Miss, make sure that she gets to the diaper city landfill, they are expecting her.” Explains the lady to Zoe. “No worries. she will get there!” Zoe say. Zoe releases the blade, raining down crushed diapers on her and the boy. “I informed them that she is being disposed of today. They already have her ear-marked for use permanently at the landfill!!” Says the lady talking to Zoe. The blade comes down crushing the girl and boy and drawing them into the truck

“Will do.” Zoe says, getting back to the cab. The lady leaves and goes back inside

Zoe moves on. Zoe drives to the next stop, which is two places down the street on the same side of the alley. It's a cloth diaper service There are ten 32 gallon trash cans Over stuffed and over flowing with cloth diapers. 50 toddler sized and 20 medium adult cloth pre-folds have fallen onto the ground and were blown around slightly, around the trash cans. Four 95 gallon totes full of more pre-fold toddler and adult cloth diapers that are formerly wet and clean as well as diaper wraps and all-in-one, baby blue cloth diapers

in them. A baby girl wearing six layered toddler sized cloth diapers under the medium adult cloth pre-fold diaper and a extra large yellowish diaper wrap is tied to tote four's handles in the back, with a black zip tie. Her diapers are still dry and she hasn't wet any diapers for 24 hours. She also hasn't messed any diapers for 13 to 16 hours

The girl is 19 and dizzy blond. The girl's mental and emotional age is 2.

There is four Rubbermaid totes full of folded cloth pre-folds in her size as well as diaper wraps that fit her. Zoe gets out of the truck and grabs the first tote. Zoe hooks it up, dumps the diapers into the hopper. Zoe dumps the next two totes, then goes to the tote the girl is tied too.

Zoe cuts her loose, walks her to the truck.  As we walk, Zoe can see her squirm. Zoe knows the potty dance when she sees it. “Looks like someone has to go potty.” Zoe says to her as we walk to the truck. “I need to go, but only so little though......I haven't wet any of my diapers for 24 hours. No one gave me any bottles or anything to drink either.” Explained the cloth diapered girl. “Well, you should go before I crush you. They say its better if you go potty before, not after. Explains Zoe to the cloth diapered girl.

“I was just diapered, then disposed of after the diaper man came to pick up the diapers from the house I was loaned out to. Why? What does that matter?” Asked the girl

“The pressure on your bladder is less that way.” Explained Zoe to the cloth diapered girl.

“Ok...” Said the girl, looking into the hopper. The girl pees a little bit into her diaper...about five eye dropper's worth of pee goes into her cloth diapers.

“There.......that's all.” Said the girl. “Good girl Zoe says, lifting her into the hopper.

you have to go poopie? Zoe asks the girl. “No......I wasn't fed much, since being put out for pick-up by the diaper man. “Ok, well, lay down for disposal then.” Zoe dumps the 4th tote and goes for the cans. “Besides, the last diaper that was changed, was poopie and wet.” Said the girl to Zoe. The girl lays down long ways in the hopper, on her back. Zoe dumps the cans burying the girl and filling the hopper to the top.  Zoe releases the blade, spilling the bratty red head back into the hopper briefly. She is in no shape to resist. The blade comes down, crushing the diapers and pulling them into the truck.

A small trickle of pee, washes down the floor of the truck. Zoe gets in the cab and moves on. It's now 8:30 am....Zoë goes to the next stop which is one of two daycares on the eastside of Diaper City.

There are 8 totes, and four aluminum 32 gallon trash cans. One 10 yard dumpster. The 8 Totes, are filled with babies and their disposable diapers. The totes are SO over filled, the lids are back behind the Totes. Disposable diapers are falling all over the place, all around the totes. The 32 gallon trash cans have cloth pre-folds that are clean on two cans and loose, unused, clean disposable Molicare Purple diapers that are still folded.

The dumpster, has mixed diapers in it. Formerly wet and clean still folded cloth pre-folds, All-in-one cloth diapers, and Diaper wraps as well as plastic pants in it.

There are three boys in the totes and a girl in the dumpster. The totes have a 18 year old, a 24 year old, and a 14 year old boy. Each of the boys are wearing Tranquility Slimline disposable diapers with 8 booster pads in each diaper and ten toddler pre-fold cloth diapers that are sticking out of the leg elastics and also sticking up from the waist in back and in front, about two inches. The first boy's diapers are soaking wet. The second boy's diapers are bone dry, since he had just been changed, the third boy's diapers are just a little bit wet, but no one can tell from the outside.

The girl, is wearing a pink onesie, and a Tranquility slimline disposable diaper with 8 Dignity Naturals Booster pads inside of it with 12 Toddler sized cloth pre-folds layered in under the disposable. They too are sticking out of the leg elastics and also sticking out of the waist about 2 inches. Zoe backs up to the dumpster, and lift it up. As it empties, Zoe grabs one of the cans and dumps it, running a packer cycle after each can. After the 4 cans are empty, Zoe runs one final packer cycle. After the 5th cycle, the final few diapers as well as the girl come spilling out. The girl lands in the hopper puddle, getting her pink onesie wet. The woman who runs the daycare, comes out with four of the staff members, each carrying a 32 gallon green, plastic trash can full of wet disposable Tranquility diapers and Pampers size 9 diapers.

Zoe grabs the tote with the 18 year old, with the soaking wet diaper, she dumps him in the truck. “Hi….” The girl says to the boy as he falls into the hopper. “Your diapee is all wet!” She says, squeezing his full diaper. “Well, you are laying in a puddle of pee he says to her teasingly. “Wanna play in it with me?” She asks. “There wasn't time to get me changed for disposal, like you were” Says the boy. “I like a boy with wet diapers…!” she says sticking her hand down his diaper with one hand and unbuttoning her onesie with the other. “Why don’t you feel mine?” The boy puts his hand down her diaper. “You aren't wet! I can feel the inside of your diaper.” Says the boy.

“How about now??!” She says, flooding her diaper, pee dripping all over his hand.

“EEEEEWWWW!!!!!” Says the boy, pulling his now wet hand out of her diaper.

Then, one of the daycare workers comes out with two diaper pails full of disposable diapers. She leaves the pails near the back of the truck, then goes to stand where she can watch.  Zoe dumps the cans of Tranquility and Pampers diapers in the can all around the 2 babies in the hopper. “Aww you’re no fun little boy!!!! Don’t you like my wet diaper?” Asked the wild baby girl.  “I do, but only when I am not about to be smashed!” Said the boy. “Well, you are gonna get smashed one way or another! I just thought we could have a bit of fun, if I’m gonna get crushed I’d like something warm and fun to mash up against, if……you know what I mean.” Zoe empties the pails all over the two. “Ok....Get me into the mood then! I'm wet and already have…."Wood" from the wetness in my diaper….!” Explains the boy to the girl. “I mean come on! We are covered in dirty diapers, in a garbage truck, and you…..squirm…..at a little pee? explains the girl. “I was once the son of a very wealthy family...they kept me clean and dry at all times. They bought me the most expensive diapers too! Now, I am wearing these....flimsy, cheap looking disposables.” Said the boy. She pushes him down and straddles him, grinding her wet diaper against his. “I LIKE that!” Says the boy. “Judging by the hopper, I’d say we have……two more totes tops, before that lady there, gives us the blade! So, is this….more like it?” Asks the girl.  “Oh..., oh, yea, oh.....OH…….YEA! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!” Exclaims the boy. “And as for these cheap diapers, (she tears the tapes off her diaper and it falls off then pulls the tapes off his) “There! Is that better? Asks the girl to the boy. (She grabs a pampers size 9 from the hopper.)

“Why don’t you wear THIS diaper! I think there is room for two.” Suggests the girl.

“But, its wet!”  He says. “So am I!” said the girl in a sly tone of voice. (she winks.)

Zoe grabs another tote and then dumps it into the hopper.

“one more tote, better hurry!” Explains Zoe. “But, why am I needing THAT diaper...mine, is still wearable?” Asks the boy. “Besides, it has a 8 booster pads and ten toddler cloth diapers in it.  “I'm ready for disposal!” Explains the boy.

“How long will YOUR diaper last? Oops.....I thought that my diaper was dry......I guess I can't feel how wet it is!”  Said the boy.  The boy's erection gets the better of him

“Ok, you win.......do whatever you can to make us BOTH happy and a lot wetter too.” Explains the boy to the girl, winking at the girl. Smart boy!!!” she says.  She puts the wet diaper under him and lays down on top of him guiding his penis inside her then wrapping the diaper around her as well she begins grinding and bobbing as Zoe dumps another tote.

“UH! UHHHHH! UHHHHHH!” The boy groans in utter pleasure, gyrating his pelvis

Zoe activates the packing cycle, covering them in crushed diapers.

“OOOOOOOOH, that.......feels....WONDERFUL!!!!” The boy says in a shaky voice.

Diapers fall into the boys face, liners first.

“Time for the big finish!” she says looking directly at Zoe as she pulls the lever to finish the cycle.

“UH, UH, UHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Exclaims the boy. Cumming into her!

The girl screams in pleasure as the packer draws them into the truck

The boy then falls limp, all of the boy's energy....gone! The boy falls asleep, still twitching slightly. Zoe dumps the 3 remaining totes, without babies in them, then dump the 24 year old. As he goes in, he mumbles; “Wish I was dumped in with that girl! She is wild!”  Zoe dumps the 14 year old and runs another cycle.

The girl and boy fall back out. The girl uses the temporary drop in pressure to get the boy’s penis the rest of the way out of her, then floods her diaper causing it to leak all over the hopper.

She smiles and cuddles up to the boy as the packer pulls her back into the truck.

The boy's nerves are shot from the REALY, REALLY intense Cumming. He is in a state between sleep and a coma. Still involuntarily twitching, the boy has no diaper on now and he is completely naked. The boy's soaking wet cloth diapers inside of the disposable is now all bunched up and smashed somewhere in the truck.

“Never a dull moment!” Zoe says to the worker as she heads back to the cab

The next stop is a Diaper lab. The Diaper Lab has just finished testing a whole batch of brand new thick, extra bulky, special “Disposal” diapers, to be put on “subjects” that are being disposed of. The lab also tested a new form of Super Absorbent Gels, for the new diapers, on several baby-like disabled test subjects, one wearing nothing but cloth diapers, and the other wearing the new disposable diapers. The lab had NOT changed the 28 year old “baby-like” disabled subject in cloth diapers, instead, they just rinsed him off in one of their special toilet bowls, usually used to flush the cloth diapers and the subjects wearing nothing but cloth diapers, down…..but today, the owner of the lab asked that all subjects be disposed of in the trash instead. After the last test was done on the cloth diapered 28 year old, the lab technicians, took him out to the dumpster raised the lid and then made sure that he was put into it. The lab techs didn’t even bother rinsing the boy off. They left him covered in goopy, sticky diaper gels with his 10 layered cloth diapers, drying out on Tuesday. The boy’s diaper has fully dried out, and every time the maids took the daily diaper trash out, they made sure that the boy was still nice and sleepy, drugged, for the ride to the Diaper City Diaper Landfill. In fact, the labs drugged ALL of their “subjects” so that they can’t run away or give the trash lady any problems during collections & compacting as some subjects have done in the past.

 See Part 2....