Time For Disposal-Version 1 Part 8

The two men drove the almost full truck down to the end of the block then turned right. They then turned right again and then went to the third house on the right on the next block. As the truck was pulling up to the curb, there was a mother and her 14 year old son standing there. The boy was wearing a really, really, thick, bulky, modified disposable diaper that went up to his nipples. The diaper had 12 thick booster pads in it, and his butt was really, really puffy. There were four 32 gallon trash cans full of loose, wet, unrolled & open disposable diapers. There was also two tall diaper pails full of the boy’s clothing, cloth pre-fold cloth diapers that had once been wet but had dried up when the pails were stored and forgotten about until now. The two men jumped out of the cab and then began to flip the lids off the cans before grabbing one of the four cans each. They both dumped the cans into the hopper one after another before the second trash man came over to the boy and the mother. The Trash man put both of his hand on each of his knees while bending over slightly and then said: “Well…you look quite ready to be disposed of…is your diaper wet? Even if it’s not, You are going into my truck with the rest of the diaper trash., come, I’m going to take you over to the truck now.” Said the trash man as he took the boy’s hand and led him forcefully & quickly over to the side of the Lodal Evo T-25 manual side loading trash truck. The trash man then picked the rather thick and bulky diapered boy up and then laid him into the hopper on top of the diapers. Then he went back over to the last trash can to pick it up and empty it into the hopper on top of the boy.

Once the can was empty, the trash man put the can back and then walked around the front of the truck and then got back into the cab while the driver started the compactor before he got into the cab as well.

The truck then drove off to the fifth house on the same side of the street. The truck stopped and then the two men got out of the cab. There were four 32 gallon trash cans, 6 opened packages of youth sized Tranquility Slimline diapers sitting beside the four cans, two busted bags full of clean, but worn medium sized Tranquility Slimline diapers sitting on the lawn near the curb, next to the trash cans.  Standing right next to he busted bags of medium diapers, were a tall boy and a shorter girl. They both were wearing really, really thick Tranquility Slimline diapers with six booster pads in each of their diapers with plenty of baby powder in each of their diapers too. Their mother was standing there holding both of their hands so that they couldn’t run away. The two trash men jumped out of the cab. Each of the men grabbed a can and then they dumped them one at a time. Then the two got the next cans and dumped them before they both went over to the busted bags to try and get them over to the hopper without spilling the diapers out. Each of the trash men ended up spilling most of the diapers from the bags as they tried to move them to the hopper. “It’s ok, you just go take care of the boy and girl while I toss all of these diapers that got spilled, into the hopper, ok?” Instructed the first trash man to the second. The second trash man went over to the girl and then took her by the hand and then led her over to the side of the truck. The poor girl was slightly resisting so the trash man grabbed her by the other hand and then pulled her up against the side of the packer body so that he could pick her up and then load her into the hopper, leaving her laying on her right side with her back against the packer blade. “Stay there little diapered trash….I still have a few things to empty into the hopper before I can run the packer. Don’t get too comfortable…” Stated the second trash man to the diapered girl as he went to go empty some more diapers into the hopper. Then the trash man started to fling the packages of Tranquility through the air and into the hopper before he picked the busted bag up off the lawn and then carried it with both hands, one underneath the bag to help hold it closed until it was tossed into the hopper. Then, the first trash man hit the packer switch. The compactor began to advance onto the girl and the diapers, pushing the diapers, the diapered girl into the packer body against the rest of the diapers already in the packer container in back. The diapers began to buckle and squish together as the packer did the load. The poor girl’s diaper began to press rather hardly against her butt cheeks as she was pressed rather tightly against the diapers. Once the packer began to retract, the girl and a few of her diapers began to pop back a little bit into the hopper.

Her diaper had a very large press mark from where a bunch of diapers had pressed into her thickly diapered butt during the packer cycle. The thickly diapered girl subject tried to get comfortable but the compactor cycle started up again and began to press nice and hard into the diapers behind her and then the diapers pressed tightly against her and her thickly diapered butt. Puffs of baby powder came out of her waistband and some of her thick booster pads began to force themselves out of her waistband too, as she was packed into the packer body.   Then the first trash man went over to the boy and then took his right hand in the boy’s left hand and then pulled him over to the side of the truck to get him ready to be loaded into the hopper. “Alright my little diapered trash, time to be disposed of. Ready? One, two, three!” Then the trash man picked the boy up and then tossed him into the hopper. The boy got half way into the hopper, his top half hanging there while the bottom half was bent over the side of the hopper with his thickly diapered butt facing the trash man. The trash man then flipped both legs up and into the hopper making the boy land onto his back, onto the bare hopper floor. “There! Time to pour in some more diapers!” stated the trash man as he looked to see if there were any more cans to be emptied. Not seeing any more diapers to load, the trash men then started the compactor again then got back into the cab and then drove off to the next stop.

The truck was getting pretty full now and a trip to the diaper disposal transfer station was next. As the two men drove to the transfer station, they talked about their children that they have had to dispose of due to disabilities and how their healthy kids are doing. The second trash man talked about how he had to dispose of one of his boys because he was born with developmental disabilities that made him not able to grow up normally. He was still 2 years old mentally and his body size was stunted badly. His boy was never going to get any taller than the average 3 year old due to some genetic flaw.

Once they arrived at the transfer station, it was now near noon and they were motioned and directed to the spot where they could empty their load into the transfer station compactor hopper. They backed their Lodal Evo T-25 Route builder up to the edge of the transfer station’s hopper and then they hit the switches that opened the tailgate. Then they started up the compactor in ejection mode which was forcing all of the diapers and the few subjects out and down into the hopper, the load falling onto other loads of diapers and other subjects from other trucks. About 22 minutes later, the two trash men had completely emptied their truck and were now on their way back to the next stop on their route.

Meanwhile……back at the transfer station, the compactor at the station was busy compacting the load that I and the other subjects were in. The girl wasn’t to happy about being compacted again and pushed into the large 40 foot long transfer packer body trailer that was almost full already. I was getting rather used to being compacted over and over again. Once the packer cycle was finished and the packer had fully retracted, more and more diapers began to be dumped into the hopper again by other larger trucks. It was time for the front-loader trucks to have their turn to dump their loads. The massive amounts of diapers that were falling out of the front loaders was filling the transfer station’s hopper up rather quickly so the compactor operator in the booth, set the packer cycle on continuous mode. As the diapers and I fell into the hopper, the compactor again pressed rather hard into the loads of diapers, forcing them into the container of the transport truck. My diaper now had the booster pads partially sticking out of the left leg elastics near the bottom of my left butt cheek. I also had some other diapers stuck to the back of my diaper by the tapes of the other diapers…..as more and more diapers get emptied into the hopper and compacted, the more diapers that get crushed against my diaper and I. Once the transfer truck was full, the tailgate was then closed and then locked, and it got really, really dark inside. The smells of all the wet diapers in the loads loomed heavily and the crinkling of the diaper plastic could be heard. I was one of two subjects that made it into the first truck bound for the private landfill for diapers only.

The driver drove the full trailer load the long distance to the diaper landfill where the load was dumped out into a very, very deep pit full of other loads of diapers that had been collected over the last two months. The pile that was forming was at least four stories high if not more. Once the load I was so tightly packed in, had been ejected from the transfer truck, the truck left and a few more trucks dumped their loads on the other side of the pit before all the rest of the trucks were directed to empty their loads, into the new almost empty pit. The diapers were very, very heavy on top of me as I lay there in the pit, still wearing the not-so soaking wet disposable diaper that had been put on me before I had been disposed of. I laid there for the entire day, until the diaper landfill closed for the day. Once the general public and the diaper sanitation drivers all had left, the night team came in and began to prepare the next pit to be used after the latest pit being used fills up.

I could barely hear all the equipment running down the hill from the pit I was in as I dug my way out of the pile and out into open air. I found my way out of the pit and decided to try exploring the area. When I got to the top of the pit, a security guard saw me and then came over to me to stop me from leaving the pile and pit. “Hey there diapered trash boy…better git your soaking wet ass back into the pit…don’t make me throw you back into the pile!” Stated the security guard as he stood over me and forced me to turn around and go back into the pit. “If I catch you coming out of the pit I will take you over to the office where they will deal with you…understand??? Now Stay in the pit…you are dirty diaper-trash….and now belong to the landfill…..they instructed me not to let any of the subjects roam the area freely. If we must move some of you, then we are allowed to do so.” Explained the Security Guard as he turned back around and went back on his usual Cushman golf cart patrol route. I toddled out to the pile of diapers nearby and found two other subjects being taken away from the pile, put onto a large Cushman truck, and then they were hauled away and over to a large building where they were taken inside. I never heard or saw those two subjects again after that. Later on, two men in white uniforms came out of the large, white cinderblock, warehouse-like building talking about how they had just finished flushing six subjects wearing wet cloth diapers, down one of their special wet disposal toilets, used to get rid of large amounts of cloth diapers and subjects that are ordered to be flushed. They were talking about how the two subjects were dunked in and out of the water before they were put into the large flushing bowl. The other man talked about how both subjects had their legs draped over the side when the bowl flushed and how they both looked when the loads of diapers went down the drain.

The two men passed by the pile I was stuck in. They walked by talking about their next load that they are going to do right then and some about the two subjects that they were going to get right then. Once the two men disappeared, a small crew of two women, two men all wearing brown jumpsuits with the diaper landfill’s emblems on patches right above their left breast pockets, came over to the pile I was in. Both of the women came over to me and took me by each arm and then they carried me away from the pile and over to a large blue special washing machine that washed disposable diapers first then it broke them up into little tiny pieces and particles so that each disposable diaper could be recycled. The two women dragged me over to the two men working to load the machine and asked them both where to leave me until I could be loaded.

“Hi guys, we have this subject here for ya, where would like us to put him until you can load him?” Asked the lady on the right of me. “Um, put him into the first tilt truck over there full of the diapers then close and lock the lid. I will be loading that cart in 10 minutes.” Stated the man as he loaded half a cart full of diapers onto the conveyor belt that was taking the diapers up and into the opening of the machine. A few minutes later, the man took the cart over to the end of the conveyor belt and then opened the locking lid. “Hi there, diapered one, I am going to load you and all of these diapers into this disposable diaper recycling machine. After the cycles are finished, you will come out with no diaper on.” Explained the man right before he picked me up and loaded me onto the upward bound conveyor belt that led into the opening of the diaper recycling machine.

The conveyor belt carried me up and into the opening of the large disposable diaper recycling machine then dumped the diapers and I into it. Before too long, the machine was full. Then, the steel door closed and then the agitator began to fill up with warm water and detergents that foamed up. My disposable diaper began to puff up as it got wetter and wetter. Then, like a washing machine, the agitator began to turn around and around, bouncing the diapers and I around and around, washing the diapers as it worked.

Then, the rinse cycle began. The soapy water drained out and then the rinse water began to fill the agitator. As the rinse water filled the agitator, my diaper and the other diapers in the load began to break apart from bouncing around and hitting things in the agitator. Pieces of my diaper began to float away with the water. After a while, I was no longer wearing a diaper any more. My diaper along with the others, were now broken up into little shreds and fibers. The plastics, paper and the Super absorbent polymers had all been pulled into filters that the water drained through.

On the back side of the machine, all of what used to be diapers, was washed away in torn-up pieces and then sent to get shredded up further after being washed.

Once the machine stopped, I was pulled through the other end of the machine and then deposited into one of the many filters along with the rest of the diapers. When someone checked the filter that I had come into, they saw me and pulled me out.  The man who pulled me out, took me over to a woman at a subject care station where he left me there with the women. I was soaking wet, slimy, naked and dirty with all of the left-over super absorbent gels from the diapers. “Well! What do we have here? Looks like you need…to be diapered. I am going to take care of that for ya. Come with me dirty thing and I will get you all nice and diapered.” Said the woman as she took me by my left hand and led me over to a changing station that was ready and vacant.

The woman picked me up and then laid me down onto my back, onto the changing table then she strapped me down well so that I couldn’t get up. “There! Now, I am going to find out what kind of diaper to put on you so that we can get you ready for the next thing you and your diaper will get used for, but for now, I will put you into these old pre-fold diapers.” Said the woman as she walked over to a pile of cloth pre-fold diapers, picked up three of them, then came back over to start putting them on me. The woman slid the three, bulky, cloth pre-fold diapers underneath me.

Once the woman had put the three cloth pre-fold diapers underneath me, she then began to pull up each individual diaper between my legs. She then pulled the third and last pre-fold cloth diaper up and then used two snappies to fasten my diapers. Then, she went over to a clipboard and then wrote down when she had changed me and what type and how many diapers were put on me. Then, she came back over to the changer to get me out of the restraints and then off the changer. “Now, I am going to take you over to the chemical testing labs and leave you with them. Once they are finished with you, they are going to bring you out to the area where all of the cloth pre-fold diapers are put into a deep pit that has a four-story high pile of cloth diapers. Then, you will be kept in the same diapers, even if you are soaked…until it is time to either flush the diapers, wash, rinse and shred the diapers up or they decide to bury you and the diapers. Don’t worry though, they usually leave the top half of you exposed….they will only bury you up past your diapers….for a week until your diapers are sufficiently composted.”

Explained the woman who had taken my left hand and was leading me over to the lab pick-up station. Once the woman had brought me over to the station, she asked the nearest person working there a question; “Where should I leave this subject?” Asked the woman still holding my left hand and talking to the man and woman standing near the sorting tables. Then the woman spoke up; “oh, go ahead and leave him in that large metal dumpster over there with all of those old, formerly wet cloth diapers in it. Make sure you close and latch the metal lid. We will be taking all of the diapers and stuff out of there shortly and getting it all ready to be either shredded, composted or taken over to a maid service to be used as dusting and cleaning rags before they get shredded up.” Explained the sorting woman, as the woman holding my hand, wrenched me over to the large metal dumpster. The woman slid open the heavy metal lid on the large 8 yard dumpster and then she picked me up and then laid me down on top of all of the diapers inside before she slid the sliding metal doors closed before locking them shut. I was inside the metal dumpster for at least four hours before a large truck came over to the dumpster and then picked it up and then dumped it. The truck was already full of other larger loads of cloth pre-fold diapers that were going to be composted and some were going to be shredded and then sold off to disposable diaper companies to be made into disposable diaper fluff when combined with paper pulp fluff. The front-loader truck’s compactor started up and began to crush the large load of cloth pre-fold diapers and I. I slid across the bottom of the hopper floor and the cloth diapers behind me began to press against me from my thickly cloth diapered butt, to my back of my head as my face was being forced into the tightly packed load of other cloth pre-fold diapers already inside.

The truck then put the large 8 yard tall container down and then backed up and then drove to the next stop. The truck drove for about fifteen minutes before it turned left and then drove for a minute before it slowed then stopped. Then, another large and tall, over-filled 8 yard dumpster full of pre-fold cloth diapers. Some clean and still folded and some that were formerly wet and had dried stiff before they had been disposed of.

The dumpster rose above the truck then began to tip over. The cloth pre-fold diapers spilled out and fell into the hopper in a large, tall pile, with a few of the diapers falling out onto the top of the truck and some onto the ground on the driver’s side of the truck.

Six of the pre-fold diapers landed on the ground, scattering a bit as they fell. The cloth pre-folds that fell onto the top of the truck, fell onto the spillway in a pile near the edge of the hopper. A few seconds later, the dumpster went back down and then the truck backed up and then went over to the second over-filled and over-flowing dumpster full of cloth pre-fold diapers. As the truck picked the dumpster up, the diapers at the top of the pile fell out and onto the ground around where the dumpster used to be, as it rose up and above the truck.

The dumpster tipped over and dumped in almost all of the cloth diapers from the dumpster. Again, a few of the cloth pre-fold diapers spilled out onto the spillway, (that little flat spot over the cab) and then landed in a small pile near the others that had spilled out onto the spillway from the load before. These diapers were still soaking wet from being rinsed out in a toilet just prior to being tossed into the trash after only one wetting. Then that now empty dumpster went back down and then the truck backed up and then it drove over to a set of FOUR over-flowing and over-filled dumpsters full of cloth pre-fold diapers, old t-shirts, old cloth training pants and a lot of plastic pants too.

Down in the middle of one of the loads in the first or second dumpster there was a short, young girl wearing three layers of clean brand new cloth pre-folds that had a lot of baby powder in them. She had two pigtails and she had a pacifier stuck in her mouth that she couldn’t get out due to the tape that was holding it in and the fact that her hands and arms were being held together by zip-ties. The truck pulled up to the dumpster and then lowered it’s forks. The driver then slid the forks into the slots and then began to slowly pick the over flowing, dumpster up into the air. As it rose into the air, the girl down in the middle of the pile of pre-fold diapers, began to squirm. She knew that she was about to get emptied into the compactor and she was getting scared. As the dumpster began to tip over, she wet her diaper, soaking the inner layers. The outer layers remained clean and dry. As the dumpster tipped over, all of the diapers began to fall out into the hopper. The thickly diapered girl also fell out and then was quickly covered by the rest of the diapers from the dumpster. Once the dumpster was empty, the dumpster began to go back down and was set back into it’s original place. Then the truck backed up, and then it went over to an over-flowing, over filled tall, 6 yard dumpster like this one. (below) and then inserted the forks to get ready to pick the dumpster up to empty it.

Once the other dumpster rose into the air and then it tipped over and began to empty all of the disposable and cloth pre-fold diapers into the hopper.

Then, the compactor started up and began to crush the load of diapers and the diapered girl against the rest of the loads of diapers in the back part of the truck. Then the dumpster went back down as the compactor was retracting to get ready to compact the loads again. Then once the dumpster was back down and in it’s place, the truck backed up and then it started to drive to the next stop. As the truck drove, the compactor kept cycling. The packer would pack and then retract, pack and then retract. This caused one of the snappies on girl’s diaper to pop off and get stuck onto another diaper that she was being pressed against.

Then the back of her diaper and plastic pants began to bunch up even more as it was being forced upwards slightly and also against her butt. Any cloth pre-fold diapers that were on any of the subjects, were now being scrunched up and forced out of the plastic pants, under the pressure through the waistband and leg elastics.

The truck turned right and then it drove on for miles and miles through traffic and through the city. The driver even stopped at a local convenience market to get his lunch and sit and eat before going back to work. The driver turned the truck off for at least half an hour before the truck started back up and then the driver drove the truck to the next and last stop. The place the truck stopped at next was a large cloth diaper factory.

The factory routinely threw out the diapers that had defects and the diapers that they used for quality control. The poor little subjects that had the misfortune of being used as quality control product testers, also got disposed of after a very few tests. The factory usually walked each subject out to the large dumpsters, still wearing the cloth diapers that had been tested, and then they lift the subjects up into the dumpster that is the least full and then they toss in another five or six large 32 gallon sized trash cans worth of third quality cloth diapers with too many defects in them to sell or let be used by anyone other than their quality control test subjects. There were now three very thickly diapered test subjects in one of the dumpsters that the trash truck was coming to empty.

As the trash truck approached the first dumpster, the last of four dumpsters was just then being loaded with one subject, a 25 year old developmentally delayed girl who’s mental and emotional ages were both stuck at age 1 and a half. She could just barely walk and or talk and she was stuck in diapers 24 hours a day. The factory used her to test their over-night cloth diapers and she had three of the factory’s double-thick Cloth Diaper Double-Ups brand Cloth Booster pads in her diaper also when she had been tested. Once she and her diaper had been checked and tested, she was then immediately walked right out to the back of he factory and then put right into the last dumpster wearing only the diaper she had on. As the front-loading trash truck emptied the first two dumpsters, the last dumpster was just having the last five or six large loads of cloth diapers loaded into it before it would be emptied. As the trash truck emptied the first two dumpsters full of cloth diapers, the factory was just getting ready to bring out four more diapered quality control test subjects. The janitors lined the subjects up that could walk and carried one that couldn’t walk, then marched them outside to the back where the dumpsters were, just in time for the trash truck to take them. The janitors marched the subjects up to the last dumpster and then the janitors picked each subject up and then helped them into the dumpster. Once all of the subjects had been put into the dumpster, the janitors locked the sliding metal side doors and then motioned for the waiting trash truck to go ahead and empty the last two dumpsters.

The truck slowly inches its way up to the waiting dumpster with it’s forks lowered. Then the driver inserts the forks and then the dumpster begins to rise into the air. The diapers and the subjects inside the dumpster, begin to slide to one side as the dumpster begins to tip. Then the dumpster begins to tip over, dumping the diapers and the diapered subjects into the hopper. The diapers spill out and scatter about in the hopper. Then, the driver bangs the dumpster twice then lowers the now empty dumpster back to the ground.

Then the truck backs up and then it positions itself to slide the forks into the next full dumpster. Once the truck inserts the forks into the last full dumpster, the truck waits while the driver cycles the compactor a few times to make more room for the in-coming load of diapers and diapered subjects. The poor diapered subjects didn’t even have time to settle into the dumpster. They all just fell out into the mostly empty hopper, on top of the diapers that were put in after they had been loaded into the dumpster.

Then the driver put the dumpster back down and then withdrew the forks before he drove off to the cloth and disposable diaper composting facility….where none of the diapers or the diapered subjects would be sorted, used for anything, sold to any of the diaper factories or any of the people wanting one of the diapered subjects. This was the final time that any of them would be allowed outside the tall brick walls of the cloth and disposable diaper composting facility.

The truck drove for miles and miles turning left and then right and then driving straight down a 10 mile dirt road that led to the diaper disposal landfill near a wide river. 

After driving the long ten miles at 30 miles an hour, the truck pulled up to the scales at the front gate of the cloth and disposable diaper composting facility.

 

The gaurds at the gate took the truck’s weight, gave the driver a ticket with the weight on it, and then instructed the driver where to go. Then the gaurds opened the front gate and let the truck through.

The truck drove past a VERY, VERY tall, large pile of disposable diapers near the dirt road that led to the area where the truck was going to have to dump it’s load. The truck drove for five minutes until it turned, stopped and then backed up then stopped in an area where the cloth diapers were going to be composted. The driver jumped out of the cab, walked to the back and then unlocked the tailgate then went back to the cab to hit the switch that opened it and started the ejection cycle. The compactor began to press into the load of diapers and all of us diapered subjects that had been tightly smashed between all of these diapers. As the compactor blade pressed, the loads of diapers began to get pushed out, making everything spill out into a large pile on the ground. The pile was now mostly fragments of a cube that had formed in the compactor container of the truck. The diapers began to settle more and more as the truck slowly inched further and further away as the last of the load fell out. Then the driver closed the tailgate and then walked around to the back to lock it up again. Then the driver got back into the cab and then drove off to the front gate to get weighed out and get paid for the weight that he just brought in. once the diapers had settled for a bit, some of the workers at the cloth and disposable diaper composting facility came over to the pile and began to rummage through the pile. The workers were pulling out some of the still useable diapers, packages of unused cloth  diapers and a few of the subjects to see what condition their diapers were in and if they needed to be changed or not. Those that DID need to be changed, got some of the diapers from the pile, put on them and then the subjects were put back into the same pile that they came from and told that they could walk around a little bit but to stay around the pile that they came in. I was smashed between a ton of diapers when a man pulled me out from the pile. The man put me down onto my feet and noticed how saggy and heavy my soaking wet cloth diaper was. “WOW! You sure have a super soaking wet diaper on…don’t you little one?” here, come with me….I will take care of that for you…RIGHT….now.” Said the man as he took me by my right hand and then led me over to another pile of cloth diapers that was more than four stories tall. The man then made me lay down on the base of the pile, on top of a whole bunch of other formerly wet, now fully dried cloth diapers.

“Here, lay down right here for a few minutes while I get some other cloth diapers to put on you…don’t go anywhere now…ok?” Said the man as he walked away for a few minutes. I laid there on the other pile for at least 20 minutes until the man came back carrying two rather thick, bulky, rather clean looking cloth diapers and a pair of see-through frosted plastic pants. “Ok little one, I found some nice, clean looking cloth diapers to put on you and this nice….pair…of soft and comfy plastic pants to put on over these two cloth diapers. Ok, so now I need to find a good spot to take you to change you….where….can…..we…do this….hmmmm?” said the man scratching his head and looking around. Then the man spotted an area to take me to change my diapers.

“Ok, little one, here, let me take you over here to this very private area so I can change those soaking…wet cloth diapers for you.” Said the man as he led me over to a secluded area of the cloth and disposable diaper composting facility, near the back and between four towering piles of cloth diapers. He made me lie down on the ground then he began to unfasten the snappies that were holding my diaper on. Then he removed the snappies and then pulled the soaking wet cloth diaper out from underneath me and then he tossed it through the air and onto one of the piles nearby. “There! No more wet diaper….now, here come the nice, soft, comfy, dry cloth diapers, not clean diapers though….ok…lift up…good, now, the second diaper…..ok…there…now, I fold it a little bit…like….this….so that it will fit between those cute little legs of yours….ok…there…..Now for the second cloth diaper…ok…folding it….there..now, I just put these two snappies on…….like…….this……and…….this….now…for the plastic pants……ok….one foot in the leg hole, ok, two feet in the leg hole…now….I slowly work the pants up your legs…and O…VER….your VERY….THICK….UH….Cloth diapers….there! All…..Done! now, it’s time to get you ready to soak in the nice, heated composter along with the rest of the diapers that are in that pile I took you from….the composter will have water filled up just above the diapers then it will begin to stir the diapers around and around, slowly…VERY….VERY…VERY….Slowly as composting enzymes go to work on the diapers that you are wearing and the diapers from the pile you came from.” Explained the man as he took me by my left hand and then led me back to the pile I came from. Once the man and I arrived back at the pile I came from, the man asked one of the compost machine loaders when the pile he was pointing at, was going to be loaded and composted. “Excuse me Joe, when will this pile be loaded and composted?”

“It is a new pile, and we still are trying to get four other piles composted first that came in last week. I think it will be at least a month or more before that pile even gets put on our to-do list.” Explained Joe as he went back to loading a whole bunch of cloth diapers from one of the two-story high piles just across from the pile I was in. “Thanks Joe…” Said the man as he turned away and looked at me again. “Well, you are lucky little one…You and the diapers in this pile will be here for a while until they decide to load you and the diapers into one of the composting machines. By then, you and the diapers here, will be looking like they are ready to be composted. Either I or Susan, my co-worker, will come by twice a day and check your diaper to see if it needs to be changed or not. If by some miracle you and the diapers in this pile, don’t get ordered to be flushed down one of our special toilets, used for flushing and disposing of diapers, in the next two weeks, and you and the pile are still here, I will take you over to one of the areas where we can bring little diapered subjects to get their diapers sprayed with pre-compost enzymes that will help break your diaper down some to get them ready for when they load you into the composter….ok?” Explained the man. “Then, I will take you and all of the diapers that get sprayed, and Susan and I will hang them up to dry in the sun…I will have some very special clips that we use to clamp to the back part of your waistband of your cloth diapers so that we can hang you up on the line with the rest of your diapers, to dry. Then, we leave you there until your diapers are completely dry. Once they dry, we come and take you down and then we take you and all of the diapers to another area that is for piles of diapers that have been sprayed with pre-compost enzymes. There…..you will stay until the compost machine crew comes and gathers you and the diapers up and then takes you and them over to one of the waiting composters.” Explained the man. “Ok, time to get back into the pile, now go lay down or something….and maybe Susan will come by and introduce herself and bring you subjects some bottles full of water.” Said the man as he helped me back onto the pile. Then the man left. The other subjects found comfortable places in the pile to nestle into so that they could sleep for a while. I also found a comfy spot in the middle of the pile, underneath a whole bunch of the cloth diapers to fall asleep in. It was kind of like a little covered nest of cloth pre-fold diapers, both formerly wet and clean, well, mostly clean, unworn and usable…that is…..considering that the cloth diapers have been in a trash truck and now are on the ground.....

It wasn’t until the next morning around 8 am when Susan, the other worker assigned to the area and this and the other piles in the area, came over to the pile to take a look at all of the subject’s diapers to see if they needed to be changed. Susan brought with her, a whole bunch of bottles full of water to give to all of us subjects. She rummaged around in the pile of diapers, moving and scattering diapers around until she found me. She then made me get up and stand in front of her so that she could look at my diaper. She then walked around me and then she told me to wait there while she made three other subjects stand up in front of her, so that she could also see the condition of their diapers.

Then, she came over to me and then slid her hand between my stomach and my diaper.

She slid her hand all the way down to where my penis is and began to feel it and the inside of the wet diaper. “Well! I think I will just take YOUR diaper off and then toss it back into the pile and then I will get you diapered into a disposable diaper so that I can take you over to our disposable diaper pile where you will be left for the next six days.

The pile is managed by a couple of other ladies assigned to that area…they will tend to you and anything they think you need.” Then the woman did just that. She came right over to me, and began to take my cloth pre-fold diaper off, right in front of the rest of the other subjects, tossing my wet cloth diaper into the pile on the ground. “Now….come with me…..and I will get you diapered in one of the nice, comfy, thick disposable diapers we have from one of our disposable diaper piles.” Said the woman as she took me by my left hand and brought me over to a rather large, tall pile of disposable diapers, near a football field away from the cloth diaper pile. The woman then pulled me in front of her then made me stand while she went over to the pile and then rummaged around in it to find me a diaper that was as dry as she could find, to put on me. Finding one, she came back over to me and began to put it on me as I stood right there in front of her. “Now, once I get done putting this diaper on you, you and I….little diaper trash, are going to go right over to our transport station where I will leave you so that they can take you over to the disposable diaper recycling and manufacturing facility where they need you or want you. The transport staff will load you and other disposable diapers into their big truck and then they will dump you back out at the disposable diaper recycling and manufacturing facility. I am going to leave you with the transport staff. Now…..they don’t care what you are wearing, how you look or if you are wet or dry….they only want to get you and all of the diapers to the recycling facility and then when they are done dumping you and the diapers out onto a pile, they will just go and get more diapers and other subjects that are going to this facility. They do have a compactor in their big truck so…..be prepared to get compacted quite few times before they have to drive to the facility they are taking you and the diapers to…ok?” Explained the woman as she and I walked over to the transport station.

Just a few minutes later, the woman left me with another woman who then took me straight over to where two very muscular men in brown jumpsuits were loading a rather large manual side-loading trash truck that belonged to the diaper disposal, recycling and manufacturing facility. One of the men saw the woman holding me by my left hand, standing there waiting for the chance to give me to one of them. “hey….bring that over here…and I will load it into the truck when this packer cycle is done.” Said one of the men. “make him stand over here where he can see what we are doing while we load in some more disposable diapers, before we have to load that diapered trash you have there…into the hopper.” Said the rather large, muscular man to the petite blonde woman holding my hand. The woman then brought me over to the side of the large trash truck and then made me stand right next to the hopper where I could see everything that they were emptying into it. “Leave that here and then I will get to it in a few…” said the man as he loaded a whole bunch of loose disposable diapers into the hopper, tossing them and dropping them into the hopper as he continued to load the truck.

Then, once the hopper was about half way full, the man turned to his left and then reached down and picked me up under my arms. His rough, dirty gloved hands carried me through the air and over the hopper where he dropped me down inside, on top of all of the many varying brands, sizes and types of disposable diapers. I fell down and landed on top of the diapers and bounced once before coming to a rest on my right side. The men continued to load the hopper with more and more loose disposable diapers for a bit. The loads of diapers slowly covered me from head to toe some of them even had their liners resting against me. Many of the diapers draped haplessly over my hips, head, covering my face completely….as the men loaded the hopper. Then, a large couple of opened packages of clean disposable diapers were tossed into the hopper, each landing on top of me, before one of the men decided to hit the packer button. The compactor started up and began to crush and bunch up all of the diapers in the hopper. As the packer blade came into contact with me, the diapers against the packer began to press against me, causing me to slide against the hopper floor. The diapers underneath me were weighted down by me and continued to slide along the hopper floor too as the packer crushed the diapers and I into the packer body, against the rest of the diapers that were already in there.

The packer pressed against the diapers really, really hard, causing my diaper to buckle up against my butt and the other loose disposable diapers to press into my crotch, between my legs, causing my legs to slowly spread apart as I went into the packer body. Once the packer began to retract, the pressure released and some of the diapers popped back into the hopper and my legs were able to be put together again. The men continued to load more and more loose disposable diapers into the hopper. There weren’t that many left to load now but there were going to be more at the next area that they had to go to, so that they could take more diapers to the final disposal pile where they were going to be left for good. The men continued to load the rest of the diapers into the hopper until the last loose disposable diaper had been tossed into the hopper.

As the last diaper was loaded into the hopper, the compactor was started and ran it’s cycle. Then the two men got into the cab and then drove to the next area, 500 feet from the stop they just left, in the 80 acre lot. The truck drove up to the next area with a pile that was 6.5 feet tall and wider than a large Christmas tree. The two men jumped out and came over to the pile and began to toss arm-loads worth of the diapers into the hopper. It took the two men a little while to toss in a lot of the diapers and to whittle the pile down to about half-way. As the two men continued to load the loose, unrolled, disposable diapers from the pile, a woman brought a subject over wearing a very, very, very thick, bulky disposable diaper and the woman was carrying a bag with leg-holes in each bottom end that also had elastic tie-ups. (This was so that the bag would hug the subject’s legs and so that the diapers in the bag wouldn’t slip out during transport to the trash pile)

The bag was empty but when the woman brought the subject over to the side of the trash truck, she stopped the thickly diapered girl and told her that she was going to have to wear this nice trash bag over her diaper so that it could also hold a bunch of diapers that were going to be disposed of. The woman then made the thickly diapered girl step into the bag, like a pair of plastic pants, then the bag was pulled up and then over the girl’s diaper. The bag reached up to the girl’s neck once it was pulled up all of the way.

Then, the woman bent down to tie up the leg elastic pull-ties on each side of the bag before leading the poor thickly diapered girl over to the pile so that a whole bunch of the diapers from the pile could be put into the bag the thickly diapered girl was wearing.

Diaper after formerly wet disposable diaper was put into the bag, unrolled, open, loose disposable diapers that had dried up and had been disposed of and brought to this facility for disposal. The facility was having certain amounts of the diapers and subjects picked up and then taken to one of their disposable diaper recycling facilities that made more disposable diapers out of the old disposable diapers. Some of the diapers that were being collected, were going to be resold as formerly wet diapers to use on subjects being disposed of. The woman, who was wearing a white, rubber apron that hung around her neck and tied in back, stuffed the last disposable diaper into the bag before shaking the bag a little so it could be pulled just over the thickly diapered girl’s shoulders before it could be tied with the bag’s pull-tie handles. Once the bag was tied and closed, the woman then marched the girl over to the side of the hopper to wait for the two men to be ready to take her. As the woman marched the girl over to the side of the hopper, she told the girl; “it’s recycling time….time to take out the trash that is being recycled….too bad too, because if I didn’t have orders to recycle you, I’d be able to take you over to our special nursery for our permanently stationed subjects. We keep all of them there until someone needs a subject for something…..you…little one, would have probably been put to good use. Then….you will be sold off with some of the company’s recycled disposable diapers to someone needing or wanting a person in diapers to take care of.” Explained the woman to the girl as she handed the girl in the trash bag full of diapers to the diaper disposal recycling employees. “Here, I have some more recycling trash for you….” Stated the woman to the closest of the two men who were loading the hopper with the loose disposable diapers.

The 6 foot-five inch tall man wearing a navy blue jumpsuit with the company patches above the breast pocket turned to his left and then came over to pick the girl up by the trash bag ties to load her into the hopper. As he picked the girl up by the trash bag ties, the girl’s legs dangled in the air, sticking out of the elastic leg-holes of the special, super strong bag, as he gave the bag a toss into the hopper. The poor girl in the bag of diapers landed on top of some other loose, unrolled formerly wet disposable diapers then she fell over onto her right side with her back facing the compactor blade. Then, as the last two cans full of other disposable diapers was dumped in, the compactor started up as one of the men pushed the button. Then one of the trash men waved to the woman wearing the rubber apron then they drove off to the next stop which was not very far from the last stop. The girl in the trash bag full of diapers had all of the dry, slightly crusty disposable diapers pressing very, very hard against her and her diaper. Her diaper was beginning to buckle and bunch up between her legs and the bag she was in, was buckled and was now almost covering her chin as she lay on her side, pressed against the rest of the diapers in the load that was in the rear container. As the truck pulled up to the next stop, the diapers in the container shifted forward a little bit as the truck came to a stop. The two men jumped out and began to empty the first of six full large cans into the empty hopper.

Some of the cans that had been over filled, and were over-flowing with loose, unwrapped wet disposable diapers, had some of the diapers falling out and onto the ground as the men emptied each of the cans. A few minutes later, a man and a woman came over to the side of the truck with two rather thickly diapered boys that were going to be recycled, along with the diapers that were now being loaded into the hopper of the side-loading truck. Both of the boys diapers were rather dry looking from the outside but were slightly wet from being scared as one of the trash men came over to both boys to take one over to get loaded into the hopper. “Ok, which one is going to be first?” Asked the trash man.

“Take your pick….this one here, or this one….they both are going…we want them loaded separately and between as many diapers as you can.” Stated the man standing next to the woman who was holding onto the shoulders of one of the boys. “Ok….well, I will take this one first, then I will come back for the second then…” stated the trash man taking one of the thickly diapered boys over to the side of the truck and loading him. The boy waddled with his legs bow-legged as he was escorted over to the side of the truck. “Ok boy, it’s trash time…you and your diaper are now trash! Now bend over the side of the place where all those diapers have been dumped and then stay there for a second so that I can flip you in!” Ordered the trash man to the boy.

Once the first boy was in the hopper, the trash man came over to get the second boy. “Ok my boy, it’s time to go…say good-bye to your caregivers…you….are going for a nice, cozy ride in my nice, comfy trash truck! Is your diaper nice and comfy? If it is now, it won’t be in just a few minutes…after I run a cycle of the compactor….I am going to make you watch as we run the first cycle with your brother in it….then you can see what is going to happen to you in a few seconds!” stated the trash man as he held the boy’s shoulders with his hands that had working gloves on them. The trash man then hit the compactor switch and then made the boy stand there and watch as his brother was compacted with all of the clean and dirty diapers. Then the trash man picked the boy up underneath his arms and then hoisted him into the hopper in an Indian-style sitting position. “There, now stay right there while I finish dumping the rest of these diapers into the hopper…this won’t take long” Stated the trash man to the boy who was now sitting in the hopper. As the trash man began to empty the rest of the diapers into the hopper, the boy inside the hopper was forced onto his back with his legs facing the opening of the hopper container, which already had been packed to the half-way mark, by the weight of all of the heavy unrolled, wet, disposable diapers. Then the trash man put the large empty tote back down and then rolled it aside before grabbing the next full one and then he hooked it up to the tote tipper and then the tote rose and tipped over, spilling the loose  unrolled, open, wet disposable diapers that had three to six soaking wet booster pads in each diaper, into the now almost full hopper. Then the trash man put the now empty tote back to the ground than he hit the packer switch which started the compactor cycle. The diapers in the hopper began to bunch together as the packer pushed the diapers and the boy into the container along with the rest of the other loose diapers and bagged unrolled disposable diapers. Then the trash man emptied the last full tote full of loose, wet disposable diapers into the hopper before he got into the cab and then went to the next stop. As the trash truck driver drove down the alley to the next stop, the packer kept cycling, until the truck stopped. The truck pulled up to the first house at the beginning of the next alley and stopped. The two trash men got out of the cab and then went over to the first of six totes that were over stuffed with loose cloth pre-fold and loose wet disposable diapers. There was a young maid standing next to the first totes with her thickly diapered 19 year old boy and her thickly diapered 16 year old girl.

The girl was wearing really thick cloth pre-fold diapers that were slightly wet underneath her pull-on frosted plastic pants and the boy was wearing a Tranquility Slimlines Large sized disposable diaper with six Dignity Naturals Booster pads (Diaper Doublers). The maid decided to take the plastic pants off of the girl and then made her hold onto the plastic pants  while she put a thick, bulky disposable diaper over the already thick cloth diaper that the poor girl was wearing, while the boy and girl waited for the trash men to take them both. “Here, let me take off these plastic pants you are wearing before the nice trash men come to take you away and put on this nice, thick disposable diaper. That way, when you get to the disposable diaper recycling facility, your diaper will be ready to be recycled. Now stand here and don’t give me any trouble while I put this disposable diaper on you.” Ordered the maid to the girl. Then, once the maid was finished putting the disposable diaper on over the girl’s slightly wet cloth pre-fold diapers, the maid walked the girl over to the side of the truck for the trash men to take. “Hi there guys, I have two for ya today. Here is the first, and I will go and get you the second.” Stated the maid as she grabbed the attention of the two trash men who were loading the dirty disposable and some cloth pre-fold diapers into the hopper of their truck. The maid then went over to the thickly diapered 19 year old boy and then made him waddle over to the side of the truck to stand right behind the girl to wait until the trash men took them.

Hi there little ones…time for disposal now…ok…in you go little girl.” Said one of the trash men as he loaded the girl into the hopper just as the second trash man emptied another of the over-filled totes full of loose, wet disposable diapers into the hopper all over the girl. “Ok, now, your turn little boy, you and that nice, thick, saggy, comfy disposable diaper you are wearing are now our property. You are about to be loaded into our nice, dirty trash truck. Ready? Ok, one….two….threeeee! There…now wait there until we are finished emptying the rest of these large loads of dirty diapers..ok?” Stated the trash man as he went over to get the next over-filled totes ready to empty.

 More to come soon......