The Diaper Service
It was 6:30 am in the morning when Mother came into my room to change my diaper that morning. Mom threw back the covers and then sat down near me and then before she even began to wake me, she started to pull my plastic pants down, revealing my soaking wet cloth pre-fold diaper. Not surprised, mother unfastened the two snappies holding my diaper on and then pulled it down and then out from under me. She then got up and then tossed my wet diaper into the diaper pail before opening a drawer in my diaper changer dresser, taking out a thick, clean adult medium cloth pre-fold that was from her local diaper service. It was just a larger version of a toddler cloth diaper. Once she had the diaper in her hand, she then grabbed the bottle of powder and then came back over to me to put it on. She sat down, slid the diaper under me, folded the diaper using the angel-wing fold, and then she took the bottle of baby powder and shook a bunch into the diaper and then onto me as well before she pulled the front of the diaper up and began to fasten it with the two snappies that had been on the other diaper. Then she began to pull the plastic pants back up that had been at my feet. “There you go sweetie. That ought to feel a little better now. Today…is going to be a BIG day for you! Today, the diaper men come to get your wet diapers and take them to get washed and cleaned and then they will bring them back. I was offered by them to have you taken with your wet diapers so that you can be washed and placed into another home. They will be here at 9:00 am, so I wanted to get you up and ready to go. Now I am packing up all of your clothing and plastic pants to go with you. They told me that they would take all of your clothing but to dispose of anything else that I didn’t want or need.
You are lucky that I am not just disposing of you…because I had thought of doing that. Explained mother to me as she got me out of bed and into my big stroller.
Once I was strapped in, she pushed me out to the kitchen where she positioned me so that she could feed me my last breakfast and give me a sports bottle full of the special “formula” in it.
Once I had been fed and I had been given my “special” formula, mother put me in the living room along with my three full diaper pails, four large duffle bags full of my clothes and then returned to the kitchen to finish her coffee and smoke her morning cigarette.
It was now 8:45 and a loud knock on the front door signaled that the diaper service men were here to pick the diapers and I up. Mother got up and walked calmly over to the front door and opened it.
“Hi ma’am, we are here to pick up your wet diapers and your son?” stated one of the two diaper service men standing on the front stoop. “Yes, come on in. My son is there in the living room, in the stroller sitting next to the diaper pails.” Stated mother as the two uniformed diaper service men came in and walked right over to me in the stroller, the six diaper pails and all of the duffle bags. One of the men pushed the stroller I was in, out of the front door and outside to the curb where the large Chevy step-van with the diaper service logos all over it, was parked. The man pushed the stroller I was in to the back of the truck and then opened the back doors. He then picked the front wheels up and got them up before he picked the back ones up and then rolled the stroller into the truck. He then stepped up and into the back where he came around to the front of the stroller. “Hi, I am Mike….I am your Diaper Service Delivery man.” Said Mike as he began to unstraps me from the stroller and began to pick me up and out of the seat getting ready to put me down inside one of the carts that had all of the wet and dirty cloth diapers in it. “This is where you will ride to our diaper service. You diaper might be clean, but it won’t be once I put you down in there…but don’t worry, you will get either flushed down one of our special toilets or washed, rinsed and dried along with all of these nice, cloth diapers.” Stated Mike as he laid me down on top of the wet cloth diapers in the cart. Then he lowered the locking lid and then locked it before folding my stroller up and tossing it to the side to make room for my six diaper pails and all of my duffle bags. The other man came to the back of the truck with one of the diaper pails while the other man went back to get the second and third ones. Then the fourth, fifth and sixth diaper pails were brought to the truck and put inside as well as one of the duffle bags. The other man went back for the last of the duffle bags before he brought them to the truck and tossed them into the truck. Then the back doors were then closed and locked and then I didn’t hear anything for quite some time. Then the two men got into the front and then the man driving, started the truck and began to drive. The truck drove down the city streets for a little while until it turned and then stopped. The two men got out and they were gone for a little while before the back doors opened again. Four more large and over-stuffed diaper pails were put into the back and then a very thickly diapered girl in pigtails wearing a pink shirt was put down into one of the diaper carts at my feet. The girl was then locked into the cart before the two men got out and then the doors closed back up. The two men went back inside for a bit and then they came back out, got back into the cab and started the truck again.
This time, the truck drove for quite some time, until it stopped for a few seconds, and then it drove again. The truck then backed up and then a little bump was felt as the truck stopped against the rubber stopper at the loading dock. The back doors opened up and four men and women began to take everything out of the Chevy Step-Van, into the warehouse area where the wet diapers were kept for a short while until they could be taken to get soaked first, then washed and rinsed and then dried. The cart I was in, began to roll. It rolled and bumped for a little while until it stopped. About an hour later, the cart started to roll again. It rolled and bumped for about 15 minutes until it rolled to a stop. Then the lid came up and dropped down. A couple of very butch looking and very stocky women started to pull the diapers out around me first, putting the diapers into something that had water in it. Then, one of the women reached into the cart and pulled me out inserting their hands underneath my armpits. I was lifted out and held up for a few seconds.
“Well! Looks like we have another victim!” stated one of the woman. “Just put him in!”
Said the other woman. Then the woman holding me up, carried me over to a large washing machine where she put me inside, feet and legs first. She leaned in so that she could prop me up against the wall of the washing machine tumbler. Then she leaned out and then she continued to load the rest of the diapers into the tumbler along with the other woman. Diapers kept flying into the tumbler handfuls at a time. Then one of the supervisors came over. “You two were supposed to soak these first! How come you didn’t do that???” Asked the supervisor to the two women who had sheepish looks on their faces. “sorry sir…If you want, we can take everything back out and take it all to get soaked….” Offered one of the women. “No, it’s ok…THIS time, just don’t forget again today..alright?” Said the supervisor before he walked away.
Then one of the women left for a minute then returned with a large bottle of liquid detergent.
The woman then poured a whole bunch of the detergent into the washer before the other one added some kind of gel packs before closing and latching the washer door. Then someone started the washing machine and warm water began to fill the tumbler of the side loading washing machine. Water continued to soak all of the diapers and I before the first cycle started. The tumbler began to turn around and around and the diapers and I began to bounce around with the suds and the water. About 20 minutes later, the cycle stopped and then rinse water began to fill and replace the soapy water inside the tumbler. Then the tumbler began to turn faster and faster…..as the rinse water spewed into the machine, rinsing the diapers and I out. Then the water stopped coming in and the tumbler kept spinning as the spin cycle started. After a 15 to 20 minute spin cycle, the tumbler started to slow down and eventually it stopped. A loud buzzer sounded alerting others that the wash was done. About 15 minutes later, the two women came back and opened the washer door and began to take the diapers and I out of the washer. They put the diapers and I into another cart and then once all of the diapers were in the cart, I was pulled out head first and then put down inside the cart. Then one of the ladies pushed the cart over to another area where all sorts of driers were in operation. It was another 5 minutes before another woman came over to the cart, pushed it over to the front of a side loading industrial drier. She began to load the diapers into the drier first before she loaded me inside. Then she closed the door and then set the heat levels before she started the drier. The tumbler of the drier started up and began to toss the diapers and I around and around slowly for 45 minutes before the cycle ended and a buzzer sounded. 18 minutes later, the supervisor and the woman came over to take the diapers and I out of the drier. As the woman kept taking large handfuls of the diapers out, she kept dropping them into another cart that already had two other loads of cloth diapers in it that had been washed and dried and were in need of folding. The supervisor told the woman to take this load over to the inspection area first so that they could weed out any of the diapers that needed to get thrown away before the diapers got folded. The woman then finished taking the last of the diapers out of the drier and then reached in to get me and my diaper out. The woman simply dropped me into the cart haplessly as though I were one of the diapers. Then once the load and I were out, the supervisor pushed the cart over to the inspection area and then left it behind five other carts ahead of the one I was in. I was still there when another cart loaded with lots and lots of other cloth diapers and the girl in pigtails was also left there in the cart just behind me. It wasn’t long before the cart I was in, was being rolled over to get sorted through, dug through and fully inspected. Four people working at the inspection counter, began to take handfuls of the diapers from my cart and then inspect each and every one. Quite a few of the diapers were being disposed of for different reasons and once the diapers either passed or failed inspection, the ones that passed were tossed into another cart while the ones that failed, ended up tossed into one of six trash cans. Then, before I knew what was happening, one of the men working at the inspection counter came over to the cart I was in and pulled me up and out of the cart, carried me over to his workstation and then laid me down onto my back so that he could start my inspection. The man unfastened my diaper and pulled it out from underneath me, then held it up, looked at it everywhere on one side before flipping it over to the other side and looking at it closely. Then the man took a black Sharpie pen and marked the corner that had a rip in the stitching that was likely to start coming apart soon. Once the diaper was marked, the man tossed the diaper into one of the six 32 gallon trash cans and then he took one of the diapers that had passed and slid it underneath me and pulled it up between my legs without even folding it. He then used the snappies to fasten it before he lifted me off of the countertop and then laid me down into the cart. Then he went back to the first cart and took another large handful of the diapers to inspect meanwhile a whole bunch of diapers were tossed in on top of me, covering me and my face as well as the rest of me. Then once the cart was full, the inspector rolled the diapers and I over to the diaper folding station where all of the diapers were getting folded and made ready to go right out to customers wanting to rent them. The cart in front of me was now empty and it was moved out of the way and the cart I was in was moved forward. Then the first folder came and took a lot of the diapers that were covering me. The diaper folder began to fold the diapers in front of her as more diaper folders came to get more diapers from the cart I was in.
Once the diapers that had been covering me were taken out I was then taken out and put into a play pen until it was time to be taken to the customer’s house so that I could be rented.
30 minutes later, I was taken out of the playpen then with one of the clean diaper pails being carried by another man who was loading the delivery van full of the diapers that are going to the customers. Once I was inside the back of the van, the driver put me into one of the dirty diaper carts just in case I wet my diaper and leaked…I wouldn’t dirty the clean diapers. Then once all of the pails full of clean diapers were loaded the back doors were closed and then the driver got in and started the van. The driver drove off to the first stop on his route. About 20 minutes later, the driver pulled up at the first stop. He got out, came around to the back of the old delivery van and took out two of the pails then shut the doors.
It was quiet for a little while until the driver came back carrying another pail that was full of wet diapers. He loaded the pail into the back where there was room and then closed the back doors again. He then walked around the driver’s side and then got back in and started the van. Then the driver drove to the next stop on his route.
The same thing happened at each stop. Two pails were dropped off and one or two were taken back, each pail filled with more wet diapers.
It wasn’t long before we arrived at the stop I was going to get dropped off at for the day.
I was a diaper service diaper model and diaper changing demonstration model. The service used me to demonstrate how to apply and use the service’s cloth diapers. Then the driver left and went along his route dropping off cloth diapers, plastic pants and onesies for their customers.
The driver that had dropped me off, was driving one of six older model diaper delivery vans. The 1979 Chevy Step-Van with the company logo on it. The Diaper service had JUST purchased newer models to replace the older models and was getting ready to decommission the older models that same day. The driver was told to take the delivery van to the junkyard after all of the afternoon pickups had been brought back to the diaper service. It was on the list of places to go.
Around 3:30 pm that same after noon, the customer calls and tells the diaper service that they can now come and pick up the diapers and the demonstration model. Shortly, the diaper delivery van arrives at the customer’s house. I get picked up from the family in one of the delivery trucks that just happens to be the one that is getting "decommissioned" at the junkyard. The driver gets called over the radio in the van that he needs to get to the junkyard within a half an hour so that they can drop the old van off at the junkyard. The driver explains that he hasn’t made it back to the diaper service yet to drop off the loads of wet diapers and one of their diaper changing demonstration models. The voice on the other end of the radio says “Don’t worry about them….just bring the van to the junkyard, we will meet you there to pick you up.” Then driver drives the van to the junkyard. I am wearing three layered cloth diapers with a thick disposable diaper with the plastic backing over the three cloth diapers. My disposable diaper has six thick booster pads in it, I am wearing a white, clean, freshly washed footed sleeper and under that I am wearing a freshly cleaned onesie. The driver of the van gets out takes the keys to the van and walks over to Mac, the Junkyard owner. He hands Mac the title and the keys. Mac takes the keys and the title, then thanks the driver. The backs of each van, that was brought to the junkyard, has been completely filled up to the roof, with packs of disposable diapers, clean unfolded cloth diapers and four 32 gallon sized diaper pails.
The driver tells Mac that all of the other vans are also his. There are only three vans right now but there will be a few more coming in at some point later. Two of the vans have two of my twin brothers in them and the other one has one of my sisters in it. My mommy comes to the junkyard with my daddy and she goes over to Mac and tells him; “We will be bringing you the rest of our old equipment that we just replaced with newer models, all of our old industrial washing machines & driers. They will be brought here on a flat bed trailers later.” Then mommy and my daddy leave. Then Mac continues to crush four vehicles filled with lots and lots of large loads of wet, messy cloth and disposable diapers, adult baby clothing and plastic pants. Two of the vehicles have been loaded with two thickly diapered Adult baby girls. One was drugged and is sleeping and the other one wasn’t drugged at all and was awake and whining and crying and yelling as the vehicle they were in was carried over to the auto bailer. Then the electro magnet picked the vehicle up and lowered the vehicle into the hopper of the auto bailer with the vehicle stuffed with all of the loads of wet and messy cloth and disposable diapers and two thickly diapered, adult baby girls. They screamed, whined and hollered until the vehicle was crushed completely. Mac then decides to get the employees started on stripping the vans while he goes to see where the subjects are and decide what to do with the subjects and to the subjects.
Mac comes to the yard and then goes to the office first. He sits inside he office doing paperwork on the vehicles that have already been crushed until just after lunch time.
It was 11:00 am when I was picked up from the diaper service's customer's house by the diaper delivery man. I was quickly taken out to the back of the delivery van and laid down inside one of the two carts used to put the wet and dirty cloth diapers so that they could be taken to the diaper service to get washed. Then the diaper delivery man dumped the diaper pail that had been full of my own wet cloth pre-fold diapers that I had worn over the past week. Once both of my pails were dumped in on top of me, completely covering me with my wet cloth diapers the diaper delivery man went back out of the van to go get my other two diaper pails, leaving my empty ones near the back of the van. the man returned carrying two larger pails filled with some of my wet, stained up onesies, footed sleepers and 60 pairs of my plastic pants. He climbed into the back of the van and then emptied the pail with my clothes and my plastic pants into the cart on top of me before stacking the pails all together near the back of the van. He then went back inside to go get the two cases of the disposable diapers that the customer had purchased for me. He brought all 20 packages of unopened disposable adult medium diapers to the rear of the van and then started to toss the packs onto the floor of the van near the left side of the cart I was now in. I was just one of four twins that my Mommy rented out to demonstrate how cloth diapers were used, the absorbency of the diapers, the fit, and comfort of the diapers as well as the ease of use of the diaper service. The diaper delivery man had been instructed to bring me, my clothing, my plastic pants, my plushy toys, stuffed animals and anything else that was bought for me, back to the diaper service first before taking the diaper delivery van to the junkyard. The man was running late and instead of driving to the diaper service, he mistakenly drove to the junkyard to meet with the other drivers who were taking the other vans to the junkyard at a designated meeting time.
The driver got to the junkyard just as all of the other vans were also pulling into the junkyard at the same time. Each of the vans also had large loads of cloth pre-fold diapers inside of them too that the diaper service either didn't want, care about or forgot were in there. at least a couple of the vans had been used to store some of the older ragged, ripped stained cloth diapers as well as some of the cloth diapers that had not been washed yet and were still waiting to get soaked, rinsed and washed out or sorted and disposed of. Vans four, five and six had piles of diapers in them that reached the roof in the back and the piles were taking up over 90% of the back space too. The man driving diaper delivery van 4 (all of the diaper delivery vans were older 1978, 1979 and 1980 Chevy Step-Vans with no windows in the back doors.) stopped the van and parked it next to van 3 in a row. he got out and took the keys to the big, muscular man that was my father who co-owned the diaper service with my mother. (Mother of 8 kids, and all six of my twins, that includes me, were 40 years old but had the emotional and mental age of between 1 and a half and 2 years old. all four of us quadruplets, were developmentally delayed and wore diapers all of the time and still drank large sized Baby bottles. My daddy didn't know that I was still inside of Diaper delivery van 4 as he turned the titles over to the two junkyard owners. My daddy and all of the delivery drivers then left the yard, leaving each and every one of the older diaper delivery vans there at the junkyard.
One of the drivers from one of the other vans comes over to toss in two cases of my unopened packages of disposable diapers, and six old diaper pails that have my clothing: onesies, footed sleepers and another old diaper pail full of my cloth training pants, and 400 plastic pants into the diaper delivery van that I am in, van 4, then closes the back doors. Inside of the van I am in, the cabinets still have toddler sized clean diapers and adult cloth diapers of all sizes as well as plastic pants. The 900 adult cloth diapers toddler and adult medium diapers, 400 plastic pants that are all piled up in the back of the van. I am sandwiched between all of the diapers in the pile, inside the van. I am wearing a thick three layers of cloth diapers. I am only slightly wet. The last driver into the yard parks next to the van I am in, gets out and opens the back doors. He takes two cases of my old unopened disposable diapers and tosses each pack into the back of the van, each pack landing on all of the diapers inside of the back, that almost take up the entire back of the van. Then he takes two large round diaper pails full of my onesies, footed sleepers and cloth training pants as well as over 400 more plastic pants that were just laying in the other van loosely all over the floor and tosses them all into the van I am in. The van I am in is marked number 4.
each van is parked side by side. The driver gives you all of the titles to each of the vans...and you hand him a VERY large check then the driver then walks away. I wake up a little bit, I am VERY groggy and I still can't move at all because my hands are zip tied behind my back.
I am laying in the middle of a large, large pile of old wet and dirty diapers as well as freshly washed old rags. diapers with rips and tears in them.
Bubba: (taking the title from the last driver) "all these for scrap?"
Mac:"yes.” Said Mac to Bubba.
Mac: (to Bubba): "mind the middle one, it's kind of stinky"
Bubba: "ok thanks"
I am laying there, moaning from being drugged and groggy. Last thing I knew, I was being sorted with the diapers that had just come in from being rented with me...when a mother rented me and some diapers and then sent me and the diapers back to be cleaned.
Mac signals over to Bubba who is in the cab of the crane to begin. Mac walks over and gets into the cab of the Sierra RB-6000 baler.
I come to for a bit and wonder where I am.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Is there anyone here? where am I? I need my diaper changed! I yell out.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): What is all of this loud noise out there?
Bubba swings the claw over to the 1st van, ... all parked up and not looking in too bad condition.
the claw drops down from above, and opens its tines.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): I wonder to myself I hope that I am being taken to someone to rent me….”WHAT was THAT!!!That sounded loud!” I yell out.
The claw lands on top of the van ... it's suspension rocks.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY! Is there anyone out there???? Can you hear me??????
I need my diapers changed!!! What is going ON...out there!!! I think to myself puzzled. Why isn't anyone coming? I think to myself
Bubba closes the claw a bit, the sound of metal being twisted and glass shattering can be heard.
He lifts up the van, it swings up into the air, the front end with the engine in it, tilting down.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Why can't I get up??? When do I get to be washed with the diapers? I want these wet diapers all over my face, off of me! I can't see! I need my diaper changed!!! Can anyone hear me!!!! MAN! These wet diapers are soaked! I know that these diapers were the ones I wore but why am I still in the pile?
Bubba opens out the tines and raises and moves the claw up towards the hood.
opening the claw, he drops it down, and lands it .. the tine punctures the windshield.
The front of it grabs the front end as the tines pull tight. Then .. as he pulls up, Mac closes the 2 top flaps, trapping the back of the van. squeezing it .. the thing slides a bit, but .. cannot escape the massive forces, and with a groan and ping, then engine and gearbox get ripped out whole.
Bubba lifts up the dripping unit, over the top of the other vans awaiting their crushing fate, and drops it into a large metal bin with a loud clang. As he pulls the claw back, it scrapes lazily along the top of all the vans, scratching the paint, and making a loud squeal noise. Then the crusher blades open up and the 2nd one closes .. mashing the first van down more ... bits and pieces break off and fly around, but are all contained in the massive machine
Me (the 6th of six siblings): WHAT THE!!!
What...was THAT! I wonder! I get scared and piss my three thick, bulky cloth diapers but the wetness only shows in one of the diapers. HEY! Anyone out there??? Can you HEAR me??? HEY! Can someone out there change my diapers!!!! What is all of that NOISE out there???? What are you all DOING out there? WHAT THE!!! What...was THAT! I wonder!
HEY! ANYONE OUT THERE! I need to get my diapers changed! HEY! Can anyone hear me??
I am wet down there!!! WAAAAAAA! NO ONE CAN HEAR ME!!! WAAAAA!
then the lid closes again and completed the main side to side crushing .. a indicator light tells me it's finished .. the lid opens. Mac looks in ... "nope ... got to be smaller than that" The van is just a white crushed lump, 2ft x 2ft, but still the full length. Mac closes the lid and presses the button to start the end ram. Mac watches, as he sees the huge piston press in ... grinding and squeezing noises emit, as the van is pushed head 1st into the end of the crusher’s ultra strong charge box. The cycle completes and the flaps open up for him to inspect. Mac looks in .. the van is now 1/3 its original length cube of scrap. Mac punches the eject button and the end door opens and the crushed remains are forced through the trap door at the end. It lands with a dull thunk.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): I slow my crying. I hear the sounds of crushing.
What is happening???? Why am I still in here? I thought I was going out to be rented today!!!
If I am to get rented today, I need my diapers changed! I am wet! CHANGE ME!!!
It's time to change my diapers!!! I can't see anything!!!
Mac: (picking up the radio)… hey Bubba! .... look at that piece of shit ... nothing to 'em .. reckon we could crush 2 at once?"
Bubba: "yeah no problems, I'll drop both in"
Bubba raises the claw up and drags the 2nd van in.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Can...what the!! What are they doing out there? where AM I???? That sounded like the van next to me!
I find that I am able to flip over to my tummy in the middle of the pile of cloth diapers. without knocking any of them out of position much. I get onto my tummy and since the wetness has made me hard, I start to rub the front of my diaper against the others under me. I begin to get really, really excited.... it isn't long before a little bit of pre cum comes out of the end of my penis inside of my wet cloth diapers. I wonder to myself if I am just being kept in the van over night because there is a large amount of diapers being washed. It takes me a VERY, VERY, VERY long time to start getting even CLOSE to cuming into the first wet layer of my three layered cloth diapers. I am still wearing thick crinkly plastic pants over my cloth diapers. As I move my hips back and forth, the rough wetness of my cloth diapers begins to make me almost cum! I finally cum a WHOLE lot into my first layer of cloth diapers. I am laying under 600 pounds of cloth diapers and my own onesies and footed sleepers as well as loose unopened packages of my disposable diapers, a few packs are on top of the pile I am in while a few other packs are on the side next to me. I keep hearing the load sounds of things banging, popping, and busting. I hear the sounds of a loud, engine running close by. I hear the sounds of glass breaking and the loud sounds of crushing from inside of the van. I keep wondering what is going on outside.
Next, Bubba having ripped the engine out drops the claw over the top of van #3
Bubba squeezes the claw down over the top .. forcing the side of the van to squash in.
Bubba pulls back on the controls and the van raises up in to the air. The van is then dropped into the crusher. it lands and bounces on its suspension. next Bubba, swings the claw over and clamps it around the front end, to pull the engine & tranny out. Bubba pulls back and Mac closes the top flap to grip the body down as he yanks it free.
The cycle continues smashing both vans down, before closing up completely. The crusher rocks backwards and forwards as it smashes and crushes. The top opens up to show off the 2 well mashed vans ...as the crushers diesel engine goes back to idle for a second
Mac (Radioing Bubba): “Can you hear something?"
Bubba: "hmm .. is that wailing?"
Bubba: “Mac go check will ya .. might be a trapped animal."
Mac:"ok"
Mac punches the eject button, and jumps down from the cab. walking over, Mac looks at the sight of the massive long crushed lump of metal get pushed out the balers end.
Mac (Speaking out load to himself): "mmmm love that!
Mac walks over ... definitely noises coming from the next van Mac tries to open the back ... but can't .. seems to be locked. Mac grabs the yard "multi-tool" ... (big crowbar) and starts to pry on the rear doors. They fly open with a crash. knocked back from the smell of 1000's of dirty diapers, Mac hears a muffled voice.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Mommy!!!! Mommy!!!! Is it time to get me all washed up yet????
Mac, grimacing, starts to look though the assorted disposable and cloth diapers until ... a face looks up at him.
Mac: "whoa there .. what are you doing there?"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY! I was wondering...who are you???
Mac: "well one thing’s for sure ... I ain't your mom kid"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): I was...put into this pile at the diaper service and then I was told I was going to a family. I was supposed to get rented for a few hours with some of my diapers. Then where is my mommy? She owns the diaper service.
Mac: "guess they changed their minds kid ... you’re in the line for our crusher"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): CRUSHER????? why? what did I do???? Who is going to do this????
Mac: "yeah" (he smiles evilly) .."woman came in and paid us big money to crush the entire fleet of vans ... whole, no exceptions!"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Was that my mommy???
Mac: "probably"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Am I at least get my plastic pants off? Can I get a fresh diaper first?
Mac: “we deal in disposals of ALL kinds here kid. You look like you've pissed yourself" (Mac feels the front and middle of the diaper.)
Me (the 6th of six siblings): The first diaper I have on is almost soaked, but my other two diapers over this one isn't wet at all yet. Can you take my plastic pants off at least?
Why do I have to be crushed? I don't want to be crushed!!! WAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAA!!!!
Mac: "bosses orders ... he says jump, we say how high "you's a gonna kid, and I ain't touching your pissy diaper!!!" With that, Mac jumps out and closes the back doors again.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): But I don't WANT to be crushed!!! Can you take me out of here? can you change my diapers? OH WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAA! I am in full cry mode now. My cummy, sticky wet diaper under the other two is starting to stick to me.
Mac: (walking back over to the crusher in his big boots, he ignores the cries. Mac jumps back in to the cab and picks up the radio): "ok ready"
Bubba: “Mac what was it?”
Mac: "nothing"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): I want my diaper changed!!! don't want to be crushed!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY! Mommy! MOMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Mommy! I want my diaper changed!! I am very, very wet!!
I promise! I PROMISE!!!
Bubba swings the crane over and dangles the tines over the van. He pulls the tines in and grips the sides .. they start to buckle.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY!!!! STOP IT!!! DON'T!! What are you DOING!!! HEY!!! I am IN HERE!!!
Bubba squeezes the van more. Then picks it up off the ground, The massive weight of those diapers makes it swing down to the rear.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY!!! Let me OUT!!! My diapers! My diapers!!
The diapers begin to crush tighter against me. Suddenly the diapers begin to shift and shake.
the large massive pile that takes up 90% of the back of t he van is now sliding all over the place! The packs of my disposable diapers are sliding all over the floor now and back and forth to and from the pile I am in. Suddenly, four packs of my disposable diapers that had not been opened yet, came and landed on the area where my face was, covering me. then the cloth diapers began to slide and roll to the front of the van too, then the cabinet burst open and the clean cloth diapers and plastic pants came spilling out all over the place. The clean diapers mixed in with the pile of my wet diapers.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY!!! STOP THAT!!! I am IN HERE!!! Change..........MY....DIAPERS!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! DON'T!!! STOP IT!!! STOP! STOP!!!!! I don't WANNA be CRUSHED!!!
The claw swings over and dumps the van in ... with a clang .. it sits there in the middle of the powerful machine, bouncing on its suspension. From the back of the van, a small waterfall starts, as the pails inside are knocked over and start to flood out
Mac: (radioing to bubba) "Nah, well skip the engine on this one" Then Mac presses the CRUSH button.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): My diapers!!! STOP! My wet diapers!!! HEY!!! stop crushing!!! my diapers!!! top it!!! Change me!!!!!!!!!
The top of the crusher, starts to push over. It makes contact with the top of the van, and not slowing down an instant, the huge pistons push on it, the van tips sideways and the suspension makes some creaking noise, before the roof starts to crumple.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY! The roof is coming in!!! STOP IT! The roof is pressing in! it's squishing my diapers!!
Pulling the flap back, the other side starts to close up.
I am so scared now that I flood my diapers. the two layers over my other thick cloth diaper, both get soaked.
Mac: "That'll get the little shit!!!!" Mac says laughing.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): STOP IT!!!! Don't crush me! WASH mE!!!
The crusher continues it cycle, closing up fully, mashing the contents. The diapers start to crush down on me harder and harder as the roof caves in. The pressure gets higher and higher!
the diapers press harder and harder against me, it starts to get harder and harder to breathe.
I take a deep breath but it is forced out by all of the pressure. Suddenly, one of the unopened packages of my disposable diapers bursts open and the diapers get scattered all over me! I begin to pass out. I am now unconscious between two 600 lb piles of my clean and wet cloth diapers, clothing and disposable diapers.
The crusher opens up .. showing Mac it's work. The van lays there .. smashed and crushed, but still long. “bosses orders” Mac mutters to himself and punches the compact button. The lid closes again, and the end crush ram forces it's way in. The lid opens up .. showing the cubed mushed up metal, ... liquid runs out the bottom of the crusher.
Mac: ( smelling it ).. mmm ... he was a juicy one!!" Then he punches the eject button.
As the ram pushes forward, Mac notices the back of the van must have popped open. Just inside, Mac can see dozens of squashed cotton diapers. a few of the diapers fall out, and into the path of the approaching square headed ram. As it pushes in further, more falls out. A cracked looking bucket falls down, sideways onto the back step of the super crushed van. As the ram pushes forward, it gets the bucket and the loose diapers and pushes them into the crushed cube.
as the van gets shoved out the small hole at the end, the pressure of it pushes it out compacted into its rear.
Meanwhile, back at the diaper service, My mommy and Daddy have been discussing the financial difficulty they are having due to the fierce competition between disposable diapers and cloth diapers. Because people in this area, all wish to use disposable diapers, it is hurting their bottom line. Their company is the LARGEST provider of cloth diapering service for infants, toddlers, youth and adults. While there ARE smaller diaper services around the area, this one has been providing diapers to more areas that the other services can’t.
But now that the economy has all but completely crashed, people want to use the cheaper disposable diapers instead of diaper services. That is what My mommy and Daddy are talking about. Daddy tells Mommy that if they stay in business for too much longer, they will be broke!
Mommy is in shock and in disbelief. Then mommy tells daddy to go ahead with his plan to completely dismantle the whole place.
Mommy (To daddy): What should we do with all of our Adult baby diaper changing demonstration models????
Daddy (Replying back to mommy’s question): Well, we COULD…load them up into our Diaper Delivery vans and take them all down to the junkyard all at once and just leave them there….along with all of our clean, dirty and wet cloth diapers as well as all packages of any remaining green disposable diapers that we still have back in the warehouse….
Mommy: Sure…ok…I will go get the Adult babies ready to go. Should I tell them where they are going or what will be happening to them?
Daddy: OH…no! Don’t tell them anything! Tell them that it’s diaper changing time, and that you are going to give them all baths, get them all into cleaner, dryer diapers, and get them all dressed in nice, comfy clothing to go somewhere special…..and leave it at that.
Mommy: Ok, will do.
once the final decision to liquidate everything at the diaper service was made, mommy was told to get all of the diaper changing demonstration models ready to go. Daddy didn't care how they were dressed as long as they were ready to be taken to where the service was taking everything. So, while daddy was busy having each and every vehicle filled as full as they could possibly be filled with all of the cloth diapers that they were having to get rid of, mommy was busy washing all of us changing models clean, applying lotions, changing our diapers and making sure that each one of us had the kind of diapers on that we were used to. one of the three boy twins was dressed in four, thick, layers of clean cloth pre-fold diapers and lots and lots of powder
plastic pants were pulled up on him and then mommy put his clean white onesie on before putting him into a blue footed sleeper
Mommy: Good, now, time to go into your little stroller son....that’s a boy...yes...now you are all clean and ready to go....now be a good little boy while mommy gets your brothers and sisters ready...ok?
then mommy took the 2nd twin and laid him down to change him and dress him after his bath
mommy put him into a super, thick, bulky slightly saggy and over sized disposable diaper with six thick booster pads in his diaper so that he could barely put his legs together when he tried to walk. mommy then put a nice white onesie on him over his diaper then made him wait near the stroller his slightly younger brother was in
then the 3rd twin was laid down and diapered in thick, bulky four layers of cloth pre-fold diapers and then mommy put him into another thick, bulky disposable diaper with six booster pads in it on over his cloth diapers instead of plastic pants Mommy then put a blue clean onesie on and applied baby lotion to him too
Next was sister number 1....she was also diapered in four layers of thick cloth pre-folds and then a thick, over sized disposable diaper that was slightly saggy that also had six thick booster pads in it too then she ran out of onesies so she put sister number one into a cute little shirt then made her stand and wait.
the second sister was now the last one to be changed...since the rest of the subjects had already been wearing cloth diapers when they were rolled out to the almost new Chevy Step van Delivery vans in the wet diaper carts with the wet diapers that didn't get washed yet.
The second sister was put into six layers of clean thick cloth pre-folds with half a bottle's worth of baby powder and Mommy applied lots and lots of baby lotions on her before she put her plastic pants on and then left her like that...
Mommy: (Talking to all of her “subjects” ) OK boys and girls, time to go now...we don't want to be late now...
Then mommy pushed the stroller out to the waiting very full almost new Chevy Step van that Daddy was driving. Daddy helped all of their models into the back of the van with the clean, unfolded cloth diapers, plastic pants all of their clothing as well as all of their dolls, stuffed animals and plushies. The cabbage patch dolls that belonged to the girls, all wear wearing thick bulky disposable diapers with the plastic backing. All of the diapers had been tossed in loosely and onto the floors of each and every van. Daddy was driving van 1 and vans 2, 3 and 4 had been stuffed with nothing but cloth diapers right up to the passenger side seat leaving just enough room for the driver to drive the van. every van was filled to the roof with diapers and stuff. vans 5,6 and 7 had been stuffed and crammed with as many of the service's own brands of packs of disposable diapers and any and all loose, clean and dirty disposable diapers that were there in the diaper service building.
While the vans were being stuffed and loaded with as many diapers as they could hold, all of the 10 industrial sized diaper washers were being unplugged and loaded up onto flat bed semi truck trailers and then tied down so not to fall off.
Then once two of the trailers were full and there were no more washers the driers were then loaded up onto two or three semi truck trailers until no more driers were in the building
Then any diapers that could be stuffed into the washers and driers were filled up and packed up before being put onto the trailers.
There were still four one story high piles left of cloth pre-fold diapers and two four story piles of plastic pants and all in one cloth diapers
So, daddy rented four largest sized dump trucks to have loaded with what is left over Once the last dump truck was loaded up with mixed diapering items, the doors to the diaper service closed for good. Daddy coordinated the fleet to form a caravan of vehicles in a specific order...all of the smaller mini vans stuff with loose disposable diapers and packs of disposable diapers went first...
Then daddy got into the van and started the van and put it into gear...then he and all of the 7 step vans drove to the place where they were going to leave all of the vehicles, the washers, the driers and all of the diapers as well as all of the subjects and any "Adult babies" that were given to the service to do what they wished with. What all of the subjects didn't know yet, was that they were also being "left there with the vans and all of the diapers once they arrived.
Daddy talked with mommy as they drove to discuss how they wanted to get rid of each and every subject
They both agreed that their subjects were going to be left personally with the owner of the junkyard and taken to him personally while the rest of the subjects would be left in the vehicles that brought them
The first of the mini vans began to arrive at the junkyard all at once all of the other vehicles pulled up into the yard and parked next to each other in a row
Once the van daddy was driving pulled up and parked he got out and then went around to open the back doors to get their subjects out and bring them to the owner of the junkyard personally
meanwhile all of the other vans began to each pull up and park next to the van 1 in order.
Van 1, van, 2, van, 3, van 4, van, 5, van, 6 Minivan 1 minivan 2, minivan, 3, minivan 4
Mac:"hello"
Daddy (getting out and going over to talk with Mac) Hi. Sorry about being a little late.
As I told you over the phone, we have a VERY, VERY large load of stuff!
Mac: "looking good buddy" rubs hands ... "now .. please queue them up for the weigh bridge, and we can get you check cut"
Daddy: we are leaving you with four of our drivers, ten Adult baby subjects that we had been given to keep at the service to use there, and six of OUR PERSONAL diaper changing demonstration models.
Mac:: "sure thing bud, I'll take charge of them now"
Daddy: Will do. our subjects have been freshly bathed, changed and dressed in nice, clean clothes for you....
Daddy: I will go and get each of our vehicles to drive onto the scale
Mac(Mac motions over to one of the less greasy workers .. he's dressed in old overalls, with a washed out "Mac" logo): "Darren here will look after them"
Mommy then pushes the stroller with the thickly cloth diapered boy wearing plastic pants, a onesie and a footed sleeper while the rest of the group of subjects walks alongside and behind mommy.
Mac: Darren (or daz as will be known hence forth) talks to mom, and takes charge of the stroller, and pushes it through and into one of the viewing rooms inside*
Mommy then has all of the boy's cloth diapers in diaper bags dropped in front of the stroller while 8 packs of each of the subject’s disposable diapers were put down next to each subject
Mac: "quite the lineup of cuties you have there" I say to dad, as he climbs into the next van
Mac: "I bet they've made you some money"
Mommy gives the boy in the stroller a bottle full of chocolate milk to drink and puts his pacifier around his neck for him and then she does the same thing with the rest of the subjects too
Daddy: Yes. they certainly have right up until the end....
Daddy: a few of them were in high demand too
Mac:"recessions a killer ain't it" Mac laughs sarcastically.
Daddy: yea....sighs....I didn't want to do this...but we had no choice....
Daddy: I hope our subjects will be good to you
Daddy: We hope you will get lots and lots of use out of them
Says daddy.
Mac: "well buddy, we pay by the ton, you know that?"
as van 2 drives onto the scale, it's weighed and then it drives further into the yard and parks next to and along the right side of van 1. Each van parks on the right side of each van after that...now all of the BIG vans are all in a nice row while the minivans are all parked next to each other right in front of each of the bigger vans
Daddy: Yes, I know. We aren't getting what we paid for these things...but...what are we gonna do? says daddy as the semitrailers with the ten washers have been weighed and then park behind the Chevy step vans.
Then the trailers with the 10 driers park next to the trailers with the ten washers
Mac:"looks like payday for you!" Mac then walks off into the office.
The last things to get weighed were the six to 7 very large dump trucks full of loose cloth diapers, plastic pants and clothing.
a computer driving an old smoke stained dot-matrix printer buzzes and prints out the tare scale
calculations. Then the check is cut.
Daddy takes the check and then goes to where his wife is.
Mac: "say good bye to ya dad kids" ..
Daddy: Ok sweetie, time to go...I know it's going to be hard leaving all of them here but we got paid for them...so let’s go now...I will take you out to dinner. Says daddy as he escorts mommy out of the yard to the only minivan not being left
Then they leave and all of the rest of the staff leave except four drivers and the drivers of the dump trucks still are needing places to dump their loads
Mac goes over to the driver of dump truck #1 and directs him to back up to a large empty area and instructs him to dump the load.
Mac wanders over to dump truck #2 and instructs him to do the same, so we end up with 7 big piles of diapers.
Then each of the 7 trucks leave once they dump their loads.
Mac: As soon as they're done tipping their loads, Mac instructs the wheel loaders to start pushing them into the respective bins ...
The 10 washers and 10 driers still filled with clean and dirty diapers have been dropped off and the trailers all have left.
Now that everything was brought in and is officially left at the junkyard, all of the subjects officially belonged to the junkyard
Each bin has a sign on top - disposable dry, disposable wet, disposable messy, cloth-Dry, Cloth-Wet, Cloth-Messy and so on.
As the subjects that mommy had left all begin to sit down on their diapered butts and wait, they begin to talk between themselves.
All of us Subjects start to suck on our pacifiers now and a few of us even start to play with some of our toys that mommy had given us to use while waiting. Some of the subjects have now already wet their diapers quite well now...but they are used to it.
For those wearing four layers of cloth diapers, only the first two layers are wet now.
the ones also wearing thick disposables with six booster pads in them, they still look clean and dry.
Mac: "right inspection time"
The subjects are all talking between themselves, those that can.
Some of the subjects have their pacifiers in their mouths and are sucking on them while they wait.
Mac looks in the 1st van, then pops the hood and pokes around.
Mac then opens up the rear gates and the back doors. Inside are 2 subjects ...
the girl subject that is in van 1, underneath all of the cloth diapers is sleeping, the boy is near the top of the pile near the roof.
Mac: "what’s your name little boy?"
they each are wearing rather wet cloth diapers and plastic pants.
Subject 1:my name is jerry
Mac: "and what’s her's?"
Subject 1:her name...she said it was Annie
Subject 1:are you our new daddy?
Mac: "kinda ... but not for long"
Subject 1: why?
Subject 1:me wet!
Mac: "have you heard of a junk yard little boy?"
Subject 1: where are we?
Subject 1:no...what tat?
Mac: "this is where old junk comes to be destroyed"
Subject 1: what is that? is that something good?
Subject 1:like when they wash us and our diapers?
Mac: "heheh, no ... you see that metal cube over there ... we take things like this van .... and turn it into that"
Subject 1:what are you going to do with us?
Subject 1: that?
Subject 1:NO!!! Hey annie...the man said he was was going to turn us in that!
Subject 1:they both look hard
Subject 1:NO!!!!! I don't WANT to be that!
Mac: "your mommy and daddy sold you to me"
Subject 1:Then Annie struggles to get free from under all of the heavy cloth diapers and jerry tries to run out of the van
Subject 1:NO they didn't...where are they?
Mac: "and I'm going to wreck all of this" Mac gestures around the yard.
Subject 1: MOMMY.....DADDY...where are you???
Mac: "they've gone ... left you"
Subject 1:All of that...what is "wrecked" mean daddy?
Mac: "you’ll know when your diaper gets changed"
Subject 1: AH! MAN!!! I am not happy now!
Mac: "and the old one gets put into the pail?"
Subject 1: yes, we remember....are we getting our wet diapers changed? Hey Annie, daddy said we get our wet diapers changed….
Mac: "well your disposable diapers are all fluffy and nice when they go on"
Mac: "but then you use them don't you"
Subject 1: yes...we do. We will be wearing disposable diapers? wow! we have NEVER worn those before.
Mac: "and once they're used ... they're ruined, so mommy throws them away"
Subject 1: she wets alot and I go poo and pee-pee in mine
Mac: "good lad"
Mac: "when their thrown away, they never come back do they"
Subject 1: Annie and I have always worn cloth diapers, so we don't know diapers that go away...we don't know those kind.
Mac: "are you wet now?"
Mac: sniffs
Subject 1: Yes...Annie is wet and I made a poopy in my diaper.
Mac: "climb down here I want to check"
Subject 1: ok... Jerry climbs down from the back of the van and almost falls off the bumper
lands on his feet awkwardly
Annie is stuck under all of the diapers but her head is showing
Mac: "No! ... hands and knees; boy!"
Subject 1: I am just learning how to walk…Annie crawls.
Mac: "you don't have a name anymore, from now on you’re "boy"'
Subject 1:why daddy?
Mac: "that’s the way it work here, now ..."
Mac lifts the boy up and bends the AB boy over, pushing his head deep into the diaper pile
Subject 1: hey daddy, what are all of those mountains of diapers there for?
Mac: "shush"
Subject 1:but...but...what are you doing daddy?
Mac: "I got to check and inspect everything"
Subject 1:...then what?
Subject 1:what are you going to do to us?
Lifting the lad up, Mac parts his legs and puts him down on his knees
Subject 1:daddy...why are you making me do this? Is this the way you check my diapers daddy?
Mac: "yes! push your legs apart!"
Subject 1: ok daddy
The subject pushes his legs apart, as he is on all fours.
Mac runs his thick hands around the boy's butt and feel the squashy contents.
Subject 1: daddy...that feels really squishy...it makes my dipee hang low, it makes my dipee stick to me!
Mac: "I bet! That’s quite a load you made"
Mac pushes and prods
the boy stays silent for a little bit then he says
Subject 1:daddy....what are all of those men over there doing to that old school bus...and why can I hear a baby girl crying?
Over the other side of the yard a big yellow school bus is being lifted into the crusher
Subject 1: It is full of diapers and a couple of thickly wet diapered girls with their hands zip tied!!!
Mac: "that bus? ... that’s going to be crushed into a tiny, tiny cube of metal and bits" "that’s wrecking"
the crying becomes more muffled.
Subject 1:why is the bus crying and screaming..does it hurt the bus?
Mac: "it doesn't hurt"
Subject 1:it doesn't??? then why is the bus still screaming?
Mac: "because it's full of girls and boys we don't want, so ... we put them inside, and they get crushed too! Then ... no more boys and girls!
Subject 1:it has girls and boys in it???? Why??? What did they do?
The crusher starts it cycle.
Mac: "that’s how things get recycled"
Subject 1: will you do that to us?
Mac: "we do that to everything here ... your mom and dad had no more use for you anymore"
Subject 1:what????
Subject 1:we were left here to get that done to us?
Subject 1:I don't WANT that to be done to us!!! I won't!!!
Mac: "it's like a roller coaster ride"
Subject 1:it is???
Mac: "yes"
Subject 1:do the girls and boys get their diapers changed after? I always got MINE changed after
Mac: yes everyone gets a clean one after
Subject 1:ok daddy.
Mac: "the scare makes them all pee and poop lots"
Subject 1:it...does???
Mac: "but see that huge pile over there ... we got loads to make sure everyone’s nice and comfy"
Subject 1:ok daddy...
Mac: "it's a ride they never forget!
Subject 1: why daddy?
Subject 1:see Annie...daddy is going to change us after the fun ride!
Subject 1:thanks daddy..
Mac slowly pulls off the plastic pants & puts on rubber gloves.
Subject 1:why you wear those?
Mac: "so that daddy doesn't get all dirty from your poo poo"
Subject 1:ok...
Mac feels again .. "sure feels like there's plenty in there"
Subject 1:I made a poo in my diapee daddy
Subject 1: I haven't been changed in over 7 hours
Mac undoes the tabs on each side and pulls the sticky diaper off.
Mac looks at the boy's filthy butt, poop smeared all over his hairless crack.
Mac reaches for a clean cloth diaper from the pile inside the van, then takes it, and smears the worst of the poop off, then throws it inside ... it lands upside down on the driver’s seat.
Subject 1:what are disposable diapees like daddy? I have never had those kind.
Mac: mmm! Mac strokes the balls still covered in pee and muck
Mac pokes the boy’s butt hole, pushes a finger in, Mac: have you ever had a prostate inspection boy?"
Subject 1:what tat? UMMMF!
Mac: "it's a medical check to check your insides are working properly"
Subject 1: ok daddy
Subject 1:UH!
Mac wriggles the finger and touches his prostate ... it makes his Wiley very hard
Subject 1:tat feel...uh...funny daddy, I all tingly now!
Mac reaches down with the other hand grabs his rapidly growing boy’s Willey and rubs it.
Mac: "now cough"
Subject 1:can I get a bottle daddy? I thirsty
Subject 1:I don't know what that is
Mac: "that’s when you got tickle in your mouth and you cough it up ... you can do it"
Subject 1:ok daddy..The boy coughs
Subject 1: is that ok daddy?
Mac strokes the Adult baby boy's cock more.
Mac: "and again boy" Mac says enjoying the AB boy’s dirty ring griping his finger.
The boy's cock gets harder. The boy coughs..
Subject 1: is that ok daddy?
Mac: "much better"
Subject 1:I feel funny daddy
Mac strokes the boy more and more, getting him close to Cumming.
Mac: "that’s it boy, just go with it, soon you’re going to fill your diaper with new gunk"
Subject 1: I......I.....feel .....a...pressure....daddy
Mac: "we call it spunk"
Subject 1:the boy starts to cum hard!
Mac stroking the boy's cock as he shoots his load all over the inside of his messy diaper
the first spurt is hard and it spews a LOT of cum and as more and more flies out it gets all over the inside of the boy's disposable diaper.
Mac: "good lad"
Mac: "now ... let’s get your sister over here" "she needs inspecting too"
the boy falls over and starts to suck his thumb and fall asleep.
He is too weak now and falls into a deep sleep.
Mac does his cum and poop filled diaper back up, and then pushes him sleeping back into the diaper pile inside
The girl hears everything but can't get loose from all of the heavy wet and clean cloth diapers
that she is buried under. Only her face is visible. The thickly diapered girl is smarter than the boy
She thinks something is up, but can't put it together yet.
Mac reaches over, grabs the girl by the shoulders and pulls her out and onto the back step, out of the pile.
The girl stumbles out of the pile to her feet and out of the back of the van.
Subject 2: so you are my new daddy huh?
Mac: "well kind of. Think of me as rent-a-dad"
Subject 2: what is that? I never heard of that. What do ....those do?
Mac: "never mind then" ... "let’s see if your wet"
Subject 2: ok daddy. What are all of those diapers over there for?
Subject 2: why does that ford truck scream? It has a lot of diapers in it too I see.
Mac: "that’s all the stock from your old dad's business .. remember you modeled lots of them"
The girl watches as the ford truck is picked up into the air
Mac: "see it's off to be crushed"
Subject 2: but I never heard them scream before.....
Mac: "maybe it's scared" Mac teases
Subject 2: Do truckies cry daddy?
Mac: "sometimes"
Subject 2: what is the truckie scared of??
Mac: "usual oil" Says Mac, suppressing a snicker
Subject 2: why is that truckie being put into that big...thing over there?
Subject 2: why?
Mac: "oh it's grown too big, so we have to make it smaller just like you..."
Subject 2 : ME??? you are going to make me smaller? NO!!! I don't WANT to be smaller!!I don't WANT TO!!! Why are they putting all of those diapers in that thing daddy? Are they getting washed and made smaller? Like the truckie is?
Mac (chucking)"yes little girl, those ... those are all the dirty ones"
Mac: "shush, you'll wake the boy"
Subject 2: NO! I don't HAVE TO!!!MAKE ME!
Mac pushes his large and still slightly poopy rubber-gloved hand down and onto the girl’s plastic pants.
Subject 2: what are you doing daddy?
Mac: "I got to check your diapee
Subject 2: am I getting my diaper changed? I haven't been changed in over 7 hours.
I also have this weird blue slimy stuff in my diaper! I was used as a chemical test subject!
Mac: "we shall see won't we"
Mac takes the shorts off , then he sniffs them.
Subject 2: why are you smelling my plastic pants daddy?
Mac: "to see if they stink or not ... they do"
Mac: Definitely bad! Mac tosses them up front too, they stick to the poopy one already on the driver’s seat.
Subject 2: HEY! Those were MINE! GIMMIE THOSE BACK!!! Those were my favorites!!
Mac: "tough!! You’re mine now, and you do as I tell you!!!!!"
Subject 2: NO! I won't!! Gimmie them back!!! MINE!!! WAAAA! I want my favie back!!!
Mac: "or what?" Mac roughly pins her down and rips the diaper off!
Subject 2: WAAAAAAA! STOP IT!!! WAAAAAAA! Daddy ripped my diaperrrrrr!
The girl gets mad and starts to kick her feet while she throws her tantrum
Mac ignores it completely
She rolls to her left side and then pouts. HMM! The girl pouts and sticks her thumb into her mouth
Mac: "if you don't shut up, I'm going to flush you away"
Subject 2: NO! MAKE ME !! The defiant girl says.
Mac: "oh really" ...
Mac grabs another clean diaper and quickly puts her into it"
Mac then stuffs a few more cloth diapers into her diaper, and lifts her up, still struggling, but she weights nothing to him.
Mac walks The girl inside, and into the flushing room
Subject 2: Let go of me!!! I am NOT going with you!! Says the girl.
Mac: "no"
Subject 2: NO! I won't go! I want my MOMMY!
Mac pulls the giant seat up
Subject 2: What is this thing???
Mac then dumps the girl butt 1st into the water
Subject 2: Daddy...why are there so many diapers in there? why are they all...wet?
why is the water all yellow?
Mac then grabs a handful of cloth diapers and wipes his gloves on one, and then drops it in the bowl.
Mac: "this is where all the pee pee that comes from that huge pile of wet diapers outside ends up
Subject 2: Why did you put me in here! My diaper is wet now!
Mac: "very naughty girls we don't like ... we flush them away"
Subject 2:EEEW!
Subject 2: Why are you dunking those diapers in and out of the water?
Subject 2: Flush them? what is that?
Mac grabs another handful of cloth diapers and then sprinkles them around the bowl and into the water. The diapers semi float.
Subject 2:HEY! STOP IT! DON'T!!! Those were clean diapers!!!
Mac: not any more
Subject 2: what are you doing to them??? Why am I in here.....let me out! It feels wet and cold!
Mac: see? ... they all grow and expand as they soak up the piss?
Subject 2: HEY!
Mac drops some more on top of the annoying girl.
Subject 2: stop tossing those in here! HEY!!! That's my face! get that thing off of me! STOP IT!! HEEEEY! Blub!
Mac then tosses in another handful for luck.
muffled chatter from the girl in the toilet bowl with diapers on her face.
Mac gets a really wet one out of the water, and then wipes it all over her nasty face, then Mac pushes her down, then hits the flushing lever.
Subject 2: blub, blub! QUIT IT!!
Subject 2:HEYYYYYY! STOOOOOPPPP IT! what is happening! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH
WAAAAAAAAA!!!! MAKE IT STOP SWIRLING!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!!!
the toilet fills up with dirty piss, before swirling.
Then the siphon opens and the entire contents are sucked away.
Subject 2:HEYYYYY!!! AHHHH WAAAAAAAAAAAA! Blub, gurgle, gurgle
Mac: "hope you drown" I shout as she's submerged for good
Then the sounds of the water filling back up
Mac leaves her to her fate. Mac then leaves the flushing room, then the office and goes back outside, to go tend
It was 6:30 am in the morning when Mother came into my room to change my diaper that morning. Mom threw back the covers and then sat down near me and then before she even began to wake me, she started to pull my plastic pants down, revealing my soaking wet cloth pre-fold diaper. Not surprised, mother unfastened the two snappies holding my diaper on and then pulled it down and then out from under me. She then got up and then tossed my wet diaper into the diaper pail before opening a drawer in my diaper changer dresser, taking out a thick, clean adult medium cloth pre-fold that was from her local diaper service. It was just a larger version of a toddler cloth diaper. Once she had the diaper in her hand, she then grabbed the bottle of powder and then came back over to me to put it on. She sat down, slid the diaper under me, folded the diaper using the angel-wing fold, and then she took the bottle of baby powder and shook a bunch into the diaper and then onto me as well before she pulled the front of the diaper up and began to fasten it with the two snappies that had been on the other diaper. Then she began to pull the plastic pants back up that had been at my feet. “There you go sweetie. That ought to feel a little better now. Today…is going to be a BIG day for you! Today, the diaper men come to get your wet diapers and take them to get washed and cleaned and then they will bring them back. I was offered by them to have you taken with your wet diapers so that you can be washed and placed into another home. They will be here at 9:00 am, so I wanted to get you up and ready to go. Now I am packing up all of your clothing and plastic pants to go with you. They told me that they would take all of your clothing but to dispose of anything else that I didn’t want or need.
You are lucky that I am not just disposing of you…because I had thought of doing that. Explained mother to me as she got me out of bed and into my big stroller.
Once I was strapped in, she pushed me out to the kitchen where she positioned me so that she could feed me my last breakfast and give me a sports bottle full of the special “formula” in it.
Once I had been fed and I had been given my “special” formula, mother put me in the living room along with my three full diaper pails, four large duffle bags full of my clothes and then returned to the kitchen to finish her coffee and smoke her morning cigarette.
It was now 8:45 and a loud knock on the front door signaled that the diaper service men were here to pick the diapers and I up. Mother got up and walked calmly over to the front door and opened it.
“Hi ma’am, we are here to pick up your wet diapers and your son?” stated one of the two diaper service men standing on the front stoop. “Yes, come on in. My son is there in the living room, in the stroller sitting next to the diaper pails.” Stated mother as the two uniformed diaper service men came in and walked right over to me in the stroller, the six diaper pails and all of the duffle bags. One of the men pushed the stroller I was in, out of the front door and outside to the curb where the large Chevy step-van with the diaper service logos all over it, was parked. The man pushed the stroller I was in to the back of the truck and then opened the back doors. He then picked the front wheels up and got them up before he picked the back ones up and then rolled the stroller into the truck. He then stepped up and into the back where he came around to the front of the stroller. “Hi, I am Mike….I am your Diaper Service Delivery man.” Said Mike as he began to unstraps me from the stroller and began to pick me up and out of the seat getting ready to put me down inside one of the carts that had all of the wet and dirty cloth diapers in it. “This is where you will ride to our diaper service. You diaper might be clean, but it won’t be once I put you down in there…but don’t worry, you will get either flushed down one of our special toilets or washed, rinsed and dried along with all of these nice, cloth diapers.” Stated Mike as he laid me down on top of the wet cloth diapers in the cart. Then he lowered the locking lid and then locked it before folding my stroller up and tossing it to the side to make room for my six diaper pails and all of my duffle bags. The other man came to the back of the truck with one of the diaper pails while the other man went back to get the second and third ones. Then the fourth, fifth and sixth diaper pails were brought to the truck and put inside as well as one of the duffle bags. The other man went back for the last of the duffle bags before he brought them to the truck and tossed them into the truck. Then the back doors were then closed and locked and then I didn’t hear anything for quite some time. Then the two men got into the front and then the man driving, started the truck and began to drive. The truck drove down the city streets for a little while until it turned and then stopped. The two men got out and they were gone for a little while before the back doors opened again. Four more large and over-stuffed diaper pails were put into the back and then a very thickly diapered girl in pigtails wearing a pink shirt was put down into one of the diaper carts at my feet. The girl was then locked into the cart before the two men got out and then the doors closed back up. The two men went back inside for a bit and then they came back out, got back into the cab and started the truck again.
This time, the truck drove for quite some time, until it stopped for a few seconds, and then it drove again. The truck then backed up and then a little bump was felt as the truck stopped against the rubber stopper at the loading dock. The back doors opened up and four men and women began to take everything out of the Chevy Step-Van, into the warehouse area where the wet diapers were kept for a short while until they could be taken to get soaked first, then washed and rinsed and then dried. The cart I was in, began to roll. It rolled and bumped for a little while until it stopped. About an hour later, the cart started to roll again. It rolled and bumped for about 15 minutes until it rolled to a stop. Then the lid came up and dropped down. A couple of very butch looking and very stocky women started to pull the diapers out around me first, putting the diapers into something that had water in it. Then, one of the women reached into the cart and pulled me out inserting their hands underneath my armpits. I was lifted out and held up for a few seconds.
“Well! Looks like we have another victim!” stated one of the woman. “Just put him in!”
Said the other woman. Then the woman holding me up, carried me over to a large washing machine where she put me inside, feet and legs first. She leaned in so that she could prop me up against the wall of the washing machine tumbler. Then she leaned out and then she continued to load the rest of the diapers into the tumbler along with the other woman. Diapers kept flying into the tumbler handfuls at a time. Then one of the supervisors came over. “You two were supposed to soak these first! How come you didn’t do that???” Asked the supervisor to the two women who had sheepish looks on their faces. “sorry sir…If you want, we can take everything back out and take it all to get soaked….” Offered one of the women. “No, it’s ok…THIS time, just don’t forget again today..alright?” Said the supervisor before he walked away.
Then one of the women left for a minute then returned with a large bottle of liquid detergent.
The woman then poured a whole bunch of the detergent into the washer before the other one added some kind of gel packs before closing and latching the washer door. Then someone started the washing machine and warm water began to fill the tumbler of the side loading washing machine. Water continued to soak all of the diapers and I before the first cycle started. The tumbler began to turn around and around and the diapers and I began to bounce around with the suds and the water. About 20 minutes later, the cycle stopped and then rinse water began to fill and replace the soapy water inside the tumbler. Then the tumbler began to turn faster and faster…..as the rinse water spewed into the machine, rinsing the diapers and I out. Then the water stopped coming in and the tumbler kept spinning as the spin cycle started. After a 15 to 20 minute spin cycle, the tumbler started to slow down and eventually it stopped. A loud buzzer sounded alerting others that the wash was done. About 15 minutes later, the two women came back and opened the washer door and began to take the diapers and I out of the washer. They put the diapers and I into another cart and then once all of the diapers were in the cart, I was pulled out head first and then put down inside the cart. Then one of the ladies pushed the cart over to another area where all sorts of driers were in operation. It was another 5 minutes before another woman came over to the cart, pushed it over to the front of a side loading industrial drier. She began to load the diapers into the drier first before she loaded me inside. Then she closed the door and then set the heat levels before she started the drier. The tumbler of the drier started up and began to toss the diapers and I around and around slowly for 45 minutes before the cycle ended and a buzzer sounded. 18 minutes later, the supervisor and the woman came over to take the diapers and I out of the drier. As the woman kept taking large handfuls of the diapers out, she kept dropping them into another cart that already had two other loads of cloth diapers in it that had been washed and dried and were in need of folding. The supervisor told the woman to take this load over to the inspection area first so that they could weed out any of the diapers that needed to get thrown away before the diapers got folded. The woman then finished taking the last of the diapers out of the drier and then reached in to get me and my diaper out. The woman simply dropped me into the cart haplessly as though I were one of the diapers. Then once the load and I were out, the supervisor pushed the cart over to the inspection area and then left it behind five other carts ahead of the one I was in. I was still there when another cart loaded with lots and lots of other cloth diapers and the girl in pigtails was also left there in the cart just behind me. It wasn’t long before the cart I was in, was being rolled over to get sorted through, dug through and fully inspected. Four people working at the inspection counter, began to take handfuls of the diapers from my cart and then inspect each and every one. Quite a few of the diapers were being disposed of for different reasons and once the diapers either passed or failed inspection, the ones that passed were tossed into another cart while the ones that failed, ended up tossed into one of six trash cans. Then, before I knew what was happening, one of the men working at the inspection counter came over to the cart I was in and pulled me up and out of the cart, carried me over to his workstation and then laid me down onto my back so that he could start my inspection. The man unfastened my diaper and pulled it out from underneath me, then held it up, looked at it everywhere on one side before flipping it over to the other side and looking at it closely. Then the man took a black Sharpie pen and marked the corner that had a rip in the stitching that was likely to start coming apart soon. Once the diaper was marked, the man tossed the diaper into one of the six 32 gallon trash cans and then he took one of the diapers that had passed and slid it underneath me and pulled it up between my legs without even folding it. He then used the snappies to fasten it before he lifted me off of the countertop and then laid me down into the cart. Then he went back to the first cart and took another large handful of the diapers to inspect meanwhile a whole bunch of diapers were tossed in on top of me, covering me and my face as well as the rest of me. Then once the cart was full, the inspector rolled the diapers and I over to the diaper folding station where all of the diapers were getting folded and made ready to go right out to customers wanting to rent them. The cart in front of me was now empty and it was moved out of the way and the cart I was in was moved forward. Then the first folder came and took a lot of the diapers that were covering me. The diaper folder began to fold the diapers in front of her as more diaper folders came to get more diapers from the cart I was in.
Once the diapers that had been covering me were taken out I was then taken out and put into a play pen until it was time to be taken to the customer’s house so that I could be rented.
30 minutes later, I was taken out of the playpen then with one of the clean diaper pails being carried by another man who was loading the delivery van full of the diapers that are going to the customers. Once I was inside the back of the van, the driver put me into one of the dirty diaper carts just in case I wet my diaper and leaked…I wouldn’t dirty the clean diapers. Then once all of the pails full of clean diapers were loaded the back doors were closed and then the driver got in and started the van. The driver drove off to the first stop on his route. About 20 minutes later, the driver pulled up at the first stop. He got out, came around to the back of the old delivery van and took out two of the pails then shut the doors.
It was quiet for a little while until the driver came back carrying another pail that was full of wet diapers. He loaded the pail into the back where there was room and then closed the back doors again. He then walked around the driver’s side and then got back in and started the van. Then the driver drove to the next stop on his route.
The same thing happened at each stop. Two pails were dropped off and one or two were taken back, each pail filled with more wet diapers.
It wasn’t long before we arrived at the stop I was going to get dropped off at for the day.
I was a diaper service diaper model and diaper changing demonstration model. The service used me to demonstrate how to apply and use the service’s cloth diapers. Then the driver left and went along his route dropping off cloth diapers, plastic pants and onesies for their customers.
The driver that had dropped me off, was driving one of six older model diaper delivery vans. The 1979 Chevy Step-Van with the company logo on it. The Diaper service had JUST purchased newer models to replace the older models and was getting ready to decommission the older models that same day. The driver was told to take the delivery van to the junkyard after all of the afternoon pickups had been brought back to the diaper service. It was on the list of places to go.
Around 3:30 pm that same after noon, the customer calls and tells the diaper service that they can now come and pick up the diapers and the demonstration model. Shortly, the diaper delivery van arrives at the customer’s house. I get picked up from the family in one of the delivery trucks that just happens to be the one that is getting "decommissioned" at the junkyard. The driver gets called over the radio in the van that he needs to get to the junkyard within a half an hour so that they can drop the old van off at the junkyard. The driver explains that he hasn’t made it back to the diaper service yet to drop off the loads of wet diapers and one of their diaper changing demonstration models. The voice on the other end of the radio says “Don’t worry about them….just bring the van to the junkyard, we will meet you there to pick you up.” Then driver drives the van to the junkyard. I am wearing three layered cloth diapers with a thick disposable diaper with the plastic backing over the three cloth diapers. My disposable diaper has six thick booster pads in it, I am wearing a white, clean, freshly washed footed sleeper and under that I am wearing a freshly cleaned onesie. The driver of the van gets out takes the keys to the van and walks over to Mac, the Junkyard owner. He hands Mac the title and the keys. Mac takes the keys and the title, then thanks the driver. The backs of each van, that was brought to the junkyard, has been completely filled up to the roof, with packs of disposable diapers, clean unfolded cloth diapers and four 32 gallon sized diaper pails.
The driver tells Mac that all of the other vans are also his. There are only three vans right now but there will be a few more coming in at some point later. Two of the vans have two of my twin brothers in them and the other one has one of my sisters in it. My mommy comes to the junkyard with my daddy and she goes over to Mac and tells him; “We will be bringing you the rest of our old equipment that we just replaced with newer models, all of our old industrial washing machines & driers. They will be brought here on a flat bed trailers later.” Then mommy and my daddy leave. Then Mac continues to crush four vehicles filled with lots and lots of large loads of wet, messy cloth and disposable diapers, adult baby clothing and plastic pants. Two of the vehicles have been loaded with two thickly diapered Adult baby girls. One was drugged and is sleeping and the other one wasn’t drugged at all and was awake and whining and crying and yelling as the vehicle they were in was carried over to the auto bailer. Then the electro magnet picked the vehicle up and lowered the vehicle into the hopper of the auto bailer with the vehicle stuffed with all of the loads of wet and messy cloth and disposable diapers and two thickly diapered, adult baby girls. They screamed, whined and hollered until the vehicle was crushed completely. Mac then decides to get the employees started on stripping the vans while he goes to see where the subjects are and decide what to do with the subjects and to the subjects.
Mac comes to the yard and then goes to the office first. He sits inside he office doing paperwork on the vehicles that have already been crushed until just after lunch time.
It was 11:00 am when I was picked up from the diaper service's customer's house by the diaper delivery man. I was quickly taken out to the back of the delivery van and laid down inside one of the two carts used to put the wet and dirty cloth diapers so that they could be taken to the diaper service to get washed. Then the diaper delivery man dumped the diaper pail that had been full of my own wet cloth pre-fold diapers that I had worn over the past week. Once both of my pails were dumped in on top of me, completely covering me with my wet cloth diapers the diaper delivery man went back out of the van to go get my other two diaper pails, leaving my empty ones near the back of the van. the man returned carrying two larger pails filled with some of my wet, stained up onesies, footed sleepers and 60 pairs of my plastic pants. He climbed into the back of the van and then emptied the pail with my clothes and my plastic pants into the cart on top of me before stacking the pails all together near the back of the van. He then went back inside to go get the two cases of the disposable diapers that the customer had purchased for me. He brought all 20 packages of unopened disposable adult medium diapers to the rear of the van and then started to toss the packs onto the floor of the van near the left side of the cart I was now in. I was just one of four twins that my Mommy rented out to demonstrate how cloth diapers were used, the absorbency of the diapers, the fit, and comfort of the diapers as well as the ease of use of the diaper service. The diaper delivery man had been instructed to bring me, my clothing, my plastic pants, my plushy toys, stuffed animals and anything else that was bought for me, back to the diaper service first before taking the diaper delivery van to the junkyard. The man was running late and instead of driving to the diaper service, he mistakenly drove to the junkyard to meet with the other drivers who were taking the other vans to the junkyard at a designated meeting time.
The driver got to the junkyard just as all of the other vans were also pulling into the junkyard at the same time. Each of the vans also had large loads of cloth pre-fold diapers inside of them too that the diaper service either didn't want, care about or forgot were in there. at least a couple of the vans had been used to store some of the older ragged, ripped stained cloth diapers as well as some of the cloth diapers that had not been washed yet and were still waiting to get soaked, rinsed and washed out or sorted and disposed of. Vans four, five and six had piles of diapers in them that reached the roof in the back and the piles were taking up over 90% of the back space too. The man driving diaper delivery van 4 (all of the diaper delivery vans were older 1978, 1979 and 1980 Chevy Step-Vans with no windows in the back doors.) stopped the van and parked it next to van 3 in a row. he got out and took the keys to the big, muscular man that was my father who co-owned the diaper service with my mother. (Mother of 8 kids, and all six of my twins, that includes me, were 40 years old but had the emotional and mental age of between 1 and a half and 2 years old. all four of us quadruplets, were developmentally delayed and wore diapers all of the time and still drank large sized Baby bottles. My daddy didn't know that I was still inside of Diaper delivery van 4 as he turned the titles over to the two junkyard owners. My daddy and all of the delivery drivers then left the yard, leaving each and every one of the older diaper delivery vans there at the junkyard.
One of the drivers from one of the other vans comes over to toss in two cases of my unopened packages of disposable diapers, and six old diaper pails that have my clothing: onesies, footed sleepers and another old diaper pail full of my cloth training pants, and 400 plastic pants into the diaper delivery van that I am in, van 4, then closes the back doors. Inside of the van I am in, the cabinets still have toddler sized clean diapers and adult cloth diapers of all sizes as well as plastic pants. The 900 adult cloth diapers toddler and adult medium diapers, 400 plastic pants that are all piled up in the back of the van. I am sandwiched between all of the diapers in the pile, inside the van. I am wearing a thick three layers of cloth diapers. I am only slightly wet. The last driver into the yard parks next to the van I am in, gets out and opens the back doors. He takes two cases of my old unopened disposable diapers and tosses each pack into the back of the van, each pack landing on all of the diapers inside of the back, that almost take up the entire back of the van. Then he takes two large round diaper pails full of my onesies, footed sleepers and cloth training pants as well as over 400 more plastic pants that were just laying in the other van loosely all over the floor and tosses them all into the van I am in. The van I am in is marked number 4.
each van is parked side by side. The driver gives you all of the titles to each of the vans...and you hand him a VERY large check then the driver then walks away. I wake up a little bit, I am VERY groggy and I still can't move at all because my hands are zip tied behind my back.
I am laying in the middle of a large, large pile of old wet and dirty diapers as well as freshly washed old rags. diapers with rips and tears in them.
Bubba: (taking the title from the last driver) "all these for scrap?"
Mac:"yes.” Said Mac to Bubba.
Mac: (to Bubba): "mind the middle one, it's kind of stinky"
Bubba: "ok thanks"
I am laying there, moaning from being drugged and groggy. Last thing I knew, I was being sorted with the diapers that had just come in from being rented with me...when a mother rented me and some diapers and then sent me and the diapers back to be cleaned.
Mac signals over to Bubba who is in the cab of the crane to begin. Mac walks over and gets into the cab of the Sierra RB-6000 baler.
I come to for a bit and wonder where I am.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Is there anyone here? where am I? I need my diaper changed! I yell out.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): What is all of this loud noise out there?
Bubba swings the claw over to the 1st van, ... all parked up and not looking in too bad condition.
the claw drops down from above, and opens its tines.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): I wonder to myself I hope that I am being taken to someone to rent me….”WHAT was THAT!!!That sounded loud!” I yell out.
The claw lands on top of the van ... it's suspension rocks.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY! Is there anyone out there???? Can you hear me??????
I need my diapers changed!!! What is going ON...out there!!! I think to myself puzzled. Why isn't anyone coming? I think to myself
Bubba closes the claw a bit, the sound of metal being twisted and glass shattering can be heard.
He lifts up the van, it swings up into the air, the front end with the engine in it, tilting down.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Why can't I get up??? When do I get to be washed with the diapers? I want these wet diapers all over my face, off of me! I can't see! I need my diaper changed!!! Can anyone hear me!!!! MAN! These wet diapers are soaked! I know that these diapers were the ones I wore but why am I still in the pile?
Bubba opens out the tines and raises and moves the claw up towards the hood.
opening the claw, he drops it down, and lands it .. the tine punctures the windshield.
The front of it grabs the front end as the tines pull tight. Then .. as he pulls up, Mac closes the 2 top flaps, trapping the back of the van. squeezing it .. the thing slides a bit, but .. cannot escape the massive forces, and with a groan and ping, then engine and gearbox get ripped out whole.
Bubba lifts up the dripping unit, over the top of the other vans awaiting their crushing fate, and drops it into a large metal bin with a loud clang. As he pulls the claw back, it scrapes lazily along the top of all the vans, scratching the paint, and making a loud squeal noise. Then the crusher blades open up and the 2nd one closes .. mashing the first van down more ... bits and pieces break off and fly around, but are all contained in the massive machine
Me (the 6th of six siblings): WHAT THE!!!
What...was THAT! I wonder! I get scared and piss my three thick, bulky cloth diapers but the wetness only shows in one of the diapers. HEY! Anyone out there??? Can you HEAR me??? HEY! Can someone out there change my diapers!!!! What is all of that NOISE out there???? What are you all DOING out there? WHAT THE!!! What...was THAT! I wonder!
HEY! ANYONE OUT THERE! I need to get my diapers changed! HEY! Can anyone hear me??
I am wet down there!!! WAAAAAAA! NO ONE CAN HEAR ME!!! WAAAAA!
then the lid closes again and completed the main side to side crushing .. a indicator light tells me it's finished .. the lid opens. Mac looks in ... "nope ... got to be smaller than that" The van is just a white crushed lump, 2ft x 2ft, but still the full length. Mac closes the lid and presses the button to start the end ram. Mac watches, as he sees the huge piston press in ... grinding and squeezing noises emit, as the van is pushed head 1st into the end of the crusher’s ultra strong charge box. The cycle completes and the flaps open up for him to inspect. Mac looks in .. the van is now 1/3 its original length cube of scrap. Mac punches the eject button and the end door opens and the crushed remains are forced through the trap door at the end. It lands with a dull thunk.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): I slow my crying. I hear the sounds of crushing.
What is happening???? Why am I still in here? I thought I was going out to be rented today!!!
If I am to get rented today, I need my diapers changed! I am wet! CHANGE ME!!!
It's time to change my diapers!!! I can't see anything!!!
Mac: (picking up the radio)… hey Bubba! .... look at that piece of shit ... nothing to 'em .. reckon we could crush 2 at once?"
Bubba: "yeah no problems, I'll drop both in"
Bubba raises the claw up and drags the 2nd van in.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Can...what the!! What are they doing out there? where AM I???? That sounded like the van next to me!
I find that I am able to flip over to my tummy in the middle of the pile of cloth diapers. without knocking any of them out of position much. I get onto my tummy and since the wetness has made me hard, I start to rub the front of my diaper against the others under me. I begin to get really, really excited.... it isn't long before a little bit of pre cum comes out of the end of my penis inside of my wet cloth diapers. I wonder to myself if I am just being kept in the van over night because there is a large amount of diapers being washed. It takes me a VERY, VERY, VERY long time to start getting even CLOSE to cuming into the first wet layer of my three layered cloth diapers. I am still wearing thick crinkly plastic pants over my cloth diapers. As I move my hips back and forth, the rough wetness of my cloth diapers begins to make me almost cum! I finally cum a WHOLE lot into my first layer of cloth diapers. I am laying under 600 pounds of cloth diapers and my own onesies and footed sleepers as well as loose unopened packages of my disposable diapers, a few packs are on top of the pile I am in while a few other packs are on the side next to me. I keep hearing the load sounds of things banging, popping, and busting. I hear the sounds of a loud, engine running close by. I hear the sounds of glass breaking and the loud sounds of crushing from inside of the van. I keep wondering what is going on outside.
Next, Bubba having ripped the engine out drops the claw over the top of van #3
Bubba squeezes the claw down over the top .. forcing the side of the van to squash in.
Bubba pulls back on the controls and the van raises up in to the air. The van is then dropped into the crusher. it lands and bounces on its suspension. next Bubba, swings the claw over and clamps it around the front end, to pull the engine & tranny out. Bubba pulls back and Mac closes the top flap to grip the body down as he yanks it free.
The cycle continues smashing both vans down, before closing up completely. The crusher rocks backwards and forwards as it smashes and crushes. The top opens up to show off the 2 well mashed vans ...as the crushers diesel engine goes back to idle for a second
Mac (Radioing Bubba): “Can you hear something?"
Bubba: "hmm .. is that wailing?"
Bubba: “Mac go check will ya .. might be a trapped animal."
Mac:"ok"
Mac punches the eject button, and jumps down from the cab. walking over, Mac looks at the sight of the massive long crushed lump of metal get pushed out the balers end.
Mac (Speaking out load to himself): "mmmm love that!
Mac walks over ... definitely noises coming from the next van Mac tries to open the back ... but can't .. seems to be locked. Mac grabs the yard "multi-tool" ... (big crowbar) and starts to pry on the rear doors. They fly open with a crash. knocked back from the smell of 1000's of dirty diapers, Mac hears a muffled voice.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Mommy!!!! Mommy!!!! Is it time to get me all washed up yet????
Mac, grimacing, starts to look though the assorted disposable and cloth diapers until ... a face looks up at him.
Mac: "whoa there .. what are you doing there?"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY! I was wondering...who are you???
Mac: "well one thing’s for sure ... I ain't your mom kid"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): I was...put into this pile at the diaper service and then I was told I was going to a family. I was supposed to get rented for a few hours with some of my diapers. Then where is my mommy? She owns the diaper service.
Mac: "guess they changed their minds kid ... you’re in the line for our crusher"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): CRUSHER????? why? what did I do???? Who is going to do this????
Mac: "yeah" (he smiles evilly) .."woman came in and paid us big money to crush the entire fleet of vans ... whole, no exceptions!"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Was that my mommy???
Mac: "probably"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): Am I at least get my plastic pants off? Can I get a fresh diaper first?
Mac: “we deal in disposals of ALL kinds here kid. You look like you've pissed yourself" (Mac feels the front and middle of the diaper.)
Me (the 6th of six siblings): The first diaper I have on is almost soaked, but my other two diapers over this one isn't wet at all yet. Can you take my plastic pants off at least?
Why do I have to be crushed? I don't want to be crushed!!! WAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAA!!!!
Mac: "bosses orders ... he says jump, we say how high "you's a gonna kid, and I ain't touching your pissy diaper!!!" With that, Mac jumps out and closes the back doors again.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): But I don't WANT to be crushed!!! Can you take me out of here? can you change my diapers? OH WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAA! I am in full cry mode now. My cummy, sticky wet diaper under the other two is starting to stick to me.
Mac: (walking back over to the crusher in his big boots, he ignores the cries. Mac jumps back in to the cab and picks up the radio): "ok ready"
Bubba: “Mac what was it?”
Mac: "nothing"
Me (the 6th of six siblings): I want my diaper changed!!! don't want to be crushed!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY! Mommy! MOMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Mommy! I want my diaper changed!! I am very, very wet!!
I promise! I PROMISE!!!
Bubba swings the crane over and dangles the tines over the van. He pulls the tines in and grips the sides .. they start to buckle.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY!!!! STOP IT!!! DON'T!! What are you DOING!!! HEY!!! I am IN HERE!!!
Bubba squeezes the van more. Then picks it up off the ground, The massive weight of those diapers makes it swing down to the rear.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY!!! Let me OUT!!! My diapers! My diapers!!
The diapers begin to crush tighter against me. Suddenly the diapers begin to shift and shake.
the large massive pile that takes up 90% of the back of t he van is now sliding all over the place! The packs of my disposable diapers are sliding all over the floor now and back and forth to and from the pile I am in. Suddenly, four packs of my disposable diapers that had not been opened yet, came and landed on the area where my face was, covering me. then the cloth diapers began to slide and roll to the front of the van too, then the cabinet burst open and the clean cloth diapers and plastic pants came spilling out all over the place. The clean diapers mixed in with the pile of my wet diapers.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY!!! STOP THAT!!! I am IN HERE!!! Change..........MY....DIAPERS!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! DON'T!!! STOP IT!!! STOP! STOP!!!!! I don't WANNA be CRUSHED!!!
The claw swings over and dumps the van in ... with a clang .. it sits there in the middle of the powerful machine, bouncing on its suspension. From the back of the van, a small waterfall starts, as the pails inside are knocked over and start to flood out
Mac: (radioing to bubba) "Nah, well skip the engine on this one" Then Mac presses the CRUSH button.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): My diapers!!! STOP! My wet diapers!!! HEY!!! stop crushing!!! my diapers!!! top it!!! Change me!!!!!!!!!
The top of the crusher, starts to push over. It makes contact with the top of the van, and not slowing down an instant, the huge pistons push on it, the van tips sideways and the suspension makes some creaking noise, before the roof starts to crumple.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): HEY! The roof is coming in!!! STOP IT! The roof is pressing in! it's squishing my diapers!!
Pulling the flap back, the other side starts to close up.
I am so scared now that I flood my diapers. the two layers over my other thick cloth diaper, both get soaked.
Mac: "That'll get the little shit!!!!" Mac says laughing.
Me (the 6th of six siblings): STOP IT!!!! Don't crush me! WASH mE!!!
The crusher continues it cycle, closing up fully, mashing the contents. The diapers start to crush down on me harder and harder as the roof caves in. The pressure gets higher and higher!
the diapers press harder and harder against me, it starts to get harder and harder to breathe.
I take a deep breath but it is forced out by all of the pressure. Suddenly, one of the unopened packages of my disposable diapers bursts open and the diapers get scattered all over me! I begin to pass out. I am now unconscious between two 600 lb piles of my clean and wet cloth diapers, clothing and disposable diapers.
The crusher opens up .. showing Mac it's work. The van lays there .. smashed and crushed, but still long. “bosses orders” Mac mutters to himself and punches the compact button. The lid closes again, and the end crush ram forces it's way in. The lid opens up .. showing the cubed mushed up metal, ... liquid runs out the bottom of the crusher.
Mac: ( smelling it ).. mmm ... he was a juicy one!!" Then he punches the eject button.
As the ram pushes forward, Mac notices the back of the van must have popped open. Just inside, Mac can see dozens of squashed cotton diapers. a few of the diapers fall out, and into the path of the approaching square headed ram. As it pushes in further, more falls out. A cracked looking bucket falls down, sideways onto the back step of the super crushed van. As the ram pushes forward, it gets the bucket and the loose diapers and pushes them into the crushed cube.
as the van gets shoved out the small hole at the end, the pressure of it pushes it out compacted into its rear.
Meanwhile, back at the diaper service, My mommy and Daddy have been discussing the financial difficulty they are having due to the fierce competition between disposable diapers and cloth diapers. Because people in this area, all wish to use disposable diapers, it is hurting their bottom line. Their company is the LARGEST provider of cloth diapering service for infants, toddlers, youth and adults. While there ARE smaller diaper services around the area, this one has been providing diapers to more areas that the other services can’t.
But now that the economy has all but completely crashed, people want to use the cheaper disposable diapers instead of diaper services. That is what My mommy and Daddy are talking about. Daddy tells Mommy that if they stay in business for too much longer, they will be broke!
Mommy is in shock and in disbelief. Then mommy tells daddy to go ahead with his plan to completely dismantle the whole place.
Mommy (To daddy): What should we do with all of our Adult baby diaper changing demonstration models????
Daddy (Replying back to mommy’s question): Well, we COULD…load them up into our Diaper Delivery vans and take them all down to the junkyard all at once and just leave them there….along with all of our clean, dirty and wet cloth diapers as well as all packages of any remaining green disposable diapers that we still have back in the warehouse….
Mommy: Sure…ok…I will go get the Adult babies ready to go. Should I tell them where they are going or what will be happening to them?
Daddy: OH…no! Don’t tell them anything! Tell them that it’s diaper changing time, and that you are going to give them all baths, get them all into cleaner, dryer diapers, and get them all dressed in nice, comfy clothing to go somewhere special…..and leave it at that.
Mommy: Ok, will do.
once the final decision to liquidate everything at the diaper service was made, mommy was told to get all of the diaper changing demonstration models ready to go. Daddy didn't care how they were dressed as long as they were ready to be taken to where the service was taking everything. So, while daddy was busy having each and every vehicle filled as full as they could possibly be filled with all of the cloth diapers that they were having to get rid of, mommy was busy washing all of us changing models clean, applying lotions, changing our diapers and making sure that each one of us had the kind of diapers on that we were used to. one of the three boy twins was dressed in four, thick, layers of clean cloth pre-fold diapers and lots and lots of powder
plastic pants were pulled up on him and then mommy put his clean white onesie on before putting him into a blue footed sleeper
Mommy: Good, now, time to go into your little stroller son....that’s a boy...yes...now you are all clean and ready to go....now be a good little boy while mommy gets your brothers and sisters ready...ok?
then mommy took the 2nd twin and laid him down to change him and dress him after his bath
mommy put him into a super, thick, bulky slightly saggy and over sized disposable diaper with six thick booster pads in his diaper so that he could barely put his legs together when he tried to walk. mommy then put a nice white onesie on him over his diaper then made him wait near the stroller his slightly younger brother was in
then the 3rd twin was laid down and diapered in thick, bulky four layers of cloth pre-fold diapers and then mommy put him into another thick, bulky disposable diaper with six booster pads in it on over his cloth diapers instead of plastic pants Mommy then put a blue clean onesie on and applied baby lotion to him too
Next was sister number 1....she was also diapered in four layers of thick cloth pre-folds and then a thick, over sized disposable diaper that was slightly saggy that also had six thick booster pads in it too then she ran out of onesies so she put sister number one into a cute little shirt then made her stand and wait.
the second sister was now the last one to be changed...since the rest of the subjects had already been wearing cloth diapers when they were rolled out to the almost new Chevy Step van Delivery vans in the wet diaper carts with the wet diapers that didn't get washed yet.
The second sister was put into six layers of clean thick cloth pre-folds with half a bottle's worth of baby powder and Mommy applied lots and lots of baby lotions on her before she put her plastic pants on and then left her like that...
Mommy: (Talking to all of her “subjects” ) OK boys and girls, time to go now...we don't want to be late now...
Then mommy pushed the stroller out to the waiting very full almost new Chevy Step van that Daddy was driving. Daddy helped all of their models into the back of the van with the clean, unfolded cloth diapers, plastic pants all of their clothing as well as all of their dolls, stuffed animals and plushies. The cabbage patch dolls that belonged to the girls, all wear wearing thick bulky disposable diapers with the plastic backing. All of the diapers had been tossed in loosely and onto the floors of each and every van. Daddy was driving van 1 and vans 2, 3 and 4 had been stuffed with nothing but cloth diapers right up to the passenger side seat leaving just enough room for the driver to drive the van. every van was filled to the roof with diapers and stuff. vans 5,6 and 7 had been stuffed and crammed with as many of the service's own brands of packs of disposable diapers and any and all loose, clean and dirty disposable diapers that were there in the diaper service building.
While the vans were being stuffed and loaded with as many diapers as they could hold, all of the 10 industrial sized diaper washers were being unplugged and loaded up onto flat bed semi truck trailers and then tied down so not to fall off.
Then once two of the trailers were full and there were no more washers the driers were then loaded up onto two or three semi truck trailers until no more driers were in the building
Then any diapers that could be stuffed into the washers and driers were filled up and packed up before being put onto the trailers.
There were still four one story high piles left of cloth pre-fold diapers and two four story piles of plastic pants and all in one cloth diapers
So, daddy rented four largest sized dump trucks to have loaded with what is left over Once the last dump truck was loaded up with mixed diapering items, the doors to the diaper service closed for good. Daddy coordinated the fleet to form a caravan of vehicles in a specific order...all of the smaller mini vans stuff with loose disposable diapers and packs of disposable diapers went first...
Then daddy got into the van and started the van and put it into gear...then he and all of the 7 step vans drove to the place where they were going to leave all of the vehicles, the washers, the driers and all of the diapers as well as all of the subjects and any "Adult babies" that were given to the service to do what they wished with. What all of the subjects didn't know yet, was that they were also being "left there with the vans and all of the diapers once they arrived.
Daddy talked with mommy as they drove to discuss how they wanted to get rid of each and every subject
They both agreed that their subjects were going to be left personally with the owner of the junkyard and taken to him personally while the rest of the subjects would be left in the vehicles that brought them
The first of the mini vans began to arrive at the junkyard all at once all of the other vehicles pulled up into the yard and parked next to each other in a row
Once the van daddy was driving pulled up and parked he got out and then went around to open the back doors to get their subjects out and bring them to the owner of the junkyard personally
meanwhile all of the other vans began to each pull up and park next to the van 1 in order.
Van 1, van, 2, van, 3, van 4, van, 5, van, 6 Minivan 1 minivan 2, minivan, 3, minivan 4
Mac:"hello"
Daddy (getting out and going over to talk with Mac) Hi. Sorry about being a little late.
As I told you over the phone, we have a VERY, VERY large load of stuff!
Mac: "looking good buddy" rubs hands ... "now .. please queue them up for the weigh bridge, and we can get you check cut"
Daddy: we are leaving you with four of our drivers, ten Adult baby subjects that we had been given to keep at the service to use there, and six of OUR PERSONAL diaper changing demonstration models.
Mac:: "sure thing bud, I'll take charge of them now"
Daddy: Will do. our subjects have been freshly bathed, changed and dressed in nice, clean clothes for you....
Daddy: I will go and get each of our vehicles to drive onto the scale
Mac(Mac motions over to one of the less greasy workers .. he's dressed in old overalls, with a washed out "Mac" logo): "Darren here will look after them"
Mommy then pushes the stroller with the thickly cloth diapered boy wearing plastic pants, a onesie and a footed sleeper while the rest of the group of subjects walks alongside and behind mommy.
Mac: Darren (or daz as will be known hence forth) talks to mom, and takes charge of the stroller, and pushes it through and into one of the viewing rooms inside*
Mommy then has all of the boy's cloth diapers in diaper bags dropped in front of the stroller while 8 packs of each of the subject’s disposable diapers were put down next to each subject
Mac: "quite the lineup of cuties you have there" I say to dad, as he climbs into the next van
Mac: "I bet they've made you some money"
Mommy gives the boy in the stroller a bottle full of chocolate milk to drink and puts his pacifier around his neck for him and then she does the same thing with the rest of the subjects too
Daddy: Yes. they certainly have right up until the end....
Daddy: a few of them were in high demand too
Mac:"recessions a killer ain't it" Mac laughs sarcastically.
Daddy: yea....sighs....I didn't want to do this...but we had no choice....
Daddy: I hope our subjects will be good to you
Daddy: We hope you will get lots and lots of use out of them
Says daddy.
Mac: "well buddy, we pay by the ton, you know that?"
as van 2 drives onto the scale, it's weighed and then it drives further into the yard and parks next to and along the right side of van 1. Each van parks on the right side of each van after that...now all of the BIG vans are all in a nice row while the minivans are all parked next to each other right in front of each of the bigger vans
Daddy: Yes, I know. We aren't getting what we paid for these things...but...what are we gonna do? says daddy as the semitrailers with the ten washers have been weighed and then park behind the Chevy step vans.
Then the trailers with the 10 driers park next to the trailers with the ten washers
Mac:"looks like payday for you!" Mac then walks off into the office.
The last things to get weighed were the six to 7 very large dump trucks full of loose cloth diapers, plastic pants and clothing.
a computer driving an old smoke stained dot-matrix printer buzzes and prints out the tare scale
calculations. Then the check is cut.
Daddy takes the check and then goes to where his wife is.
Mac: "say good bye to ya dad kids" ..
Daddy: Ok sweetie, time to go...I know it's going to be hard leaving all of them here but we got paid for them...so let’s go now...I will take you out to dinner. Says daddy as he escorts mommy out of the yard to the only minivan not being left
Then they leave and all of the rest of the staff leave except four drivers and the drivers of the dump trucks still are needing places to dump their loads
Mac goes over to the driver of dump truck #1 and directs him to back up to a large empty area and instructs him to dump the load.
Mac wanders over to dump truck #2 and instructs him to do the same, so we end up with 7 big piles of diapers.
Then each of the 7 trucks leave once they dump their loads.
Mac: As soon as they're done tipping their loads, Mac instructs the wheel loaders to start pushing them into the respective bins ...
The 10 washers and 10 driers still filled with clean and dirty diapers have been dropped off and the trailers all have left.
Now that everything was brought in and is officially left at the junkyard, all of the subjects officially belonged to the junkyard
Each bin has a sign on top - disposable dry, disposable wet, disposable messy, cloth-Dry, Cloth-Wet, Cloth-Messy and so on.
As the subjects that mommy had left all begin to sit down on their diapered butts and wait, they begin to talk between themselves.
All of us Subjects start to suck on our pacifiers now and a few of us even start to play with some of our toys that mommy had given us to use while waiting. Some of the subjects have now already wet their diapers quite well now...but they are used to it.
For those wearing four layers of cloth diapers, only the first two layers are wet now.
the ones also wearing thick disposables with six booster pads in them, they still look clean and dry.
Mac: "right inspection time"
The subjects are all talking between themselves, those that can.
Some of the subjects have their pacifiers in their mouths and are sucking on them while they wait.
Mac looks in the 1st van, then pops the hood and pokes around.
Mac then opens up the rear gates and the back doors. Inside are 2 subjects ...
the girl subject that is in van 1, underneath all of the cloth diapers is sleeping, the boy is near the top of the pile near the roof.
Mac: "what’s your name little boy?"
they each are wearing rather wet cloth diapers and plastic pants.
Subject 1:my name is jerry
Mac: "and what’s her's?"
Subject 1:her name...she said it was Annie
Subject 1:are you our new daddy?
Mac: "kinda ... but not for long"
Subject 1: why?
Subject 1:me wet!
Mac: "have you heard of a junk yard little boy?"
Subject 1: where are we?
Subject 1:no...what tat?
Mac: "this is where old junk comes to be destroyed"
Subject 1: what is that? is that something good?
Subject 1:like when they wash us and our diapers?
Mac: "heheh, no ... you see that metal cube over there ... we take things like this van .... and turn it into that"
Subject 1:what are you going to do with us?
Subject 1: that?
Subject 1:NO!!! Hey annie...the man said he was was going to turn us in that!
Subject 1:they both look hard
Subject 1:NO!!!!! I don't WANT to be that!
Mac: "your mommy and daddy sold you to me"
Subject 1:Then Annie struggles to get free from under all of the heavy cloth diapers and jerry tries to run out of the van
Subject 1:NO they didn't...where are they?
Mac: "and I'm going to wreck all of this" Mac gestures around the yard.
Subject 1: MOMMY.....DADDY...where are you???
Mac: "they've gone ... left you"
Subject 1:All of that...what is "wrecked" mean daddy?
Mac: "you’ll know when your diaper gets changed"
Subject 1: AH! MAN!!! I am not happy now!
Mac: "and the old one gets put into the pail?"
Subject 1: yes, we remember....are we getting our wet diapers changed? Hey Annie, daddy said we get our wet diapers changed….
Mac: "well your disposable diapers are all fluffy and nice when they go on"
Mac: "but then you use them don't you"
Subject 1: yes...we do. We will be wearing disposable diapers? wow! we have NEVER worn those before.
Mac: "and once they're used ... they're ruined, so mommy throws them away"
Subject 1: she wets alot and I go poo and pee-pee in mine
Mac: "good lad"
Mac: "when their thrown away, they never come back do they"
Subject 1: Annie and I have always worn cloth diapers, so we don't know diapers that go away...we don't know those kind.
Mac: "are you wet now?"
Mac: sniffs
Subject 1: Yes...Annie is wet and I made a poopy in my diaper.
Mac: "climb down here I want to check"
Subject 1: ok... Jerry climbs down from the back of the van and almost falls off the bumper
lands on his feet awkwardly
Annie is stuck under all of the diapers but her head is showing
Mac: "No! ... hands and knees; boy!"
Subject 1: I am just learning how to walk…Annie crawls.
Mac: "you don't have a name anymore, from now on you’re "boy"'
Subject 1:why daddy?
Mac: "that’s the way it work here, now ..."
Mac lifts the boy up and bends the AB boy over, pushing his head deep into the diaper pile
Subject 1: hey daddy, what are all of those mountains of diapers there for?
Mac: "shush"
Subject 1:but...but...what are you doing daddy?
Mac: "I got to check and inspect everything"
Subject 1:...then what?
Subject 1:what are you going to do to us?
Lifting the lad up, Mac parts his legs and puts him down on his knees
Subject 1:daddy...why are you making me do this? Is this the way you check my diapers daddy?
Mac: "yes! push your legs apart!"
Subject 1: ok daddy
The subject pushes his legs apart, as he is on all fours.
Mac runs his thick hands around the boy's butt and feel the squashy contents.
Subject 1: daddy...that feels really squishy...it makes my dipee hang low, it makes my dipee stick to me!
Mac: "I bet! That’s quite a load you made"
Mac pushes and prods
the boy stays silent for a little bit then he says
Subject 1:daddy....what are all of those men over there doing to that old school bus...and why can I hear a baby girl crying?
Over the other side of the yard a big yellow school bus is being lifted into the crusher
Subject 1: It is full of diapers and a couple of thickly wet diapered girls with their hands zip tied!!!
Mac: "that bus? ... that’s going to be crushed into a tiny, tiny cube of metal and bits" "that’s wrecking"
the crying becomes more muffled.
Subject 1:why is the bus crying and screaming..does it hurt the bus?
Mac: "it doesn't hurt"
Subject 1:it doesn't??? then why is the bus still screaming?
Mac: "because it's full of girls and boys we don't want, so ... we put them inside, and they get crushed too! Then ... no more boys and girls!
Subject 1:it has girls and boys in it???? Why??? What did they do?
The crusher starts it cycle.
Mac: "that’s how things get recycled"
Subject 1: will you do that to us?
Mac: "we do that to everything here ... your mom and dad had no more use for you anymore"
Subject 1:what????
Subject 1:we were left here to get that done to us?
Subject 1:I don't WANT that to be done to us!!! I won't!!!
Mac: "it's like a roller coaster ride"
Subject 1:it is???
Mac: "yes"
Subject 1:do the girls and boys get their diapers changed after? I always got MINE changed after
Mac: yes everyone gets a clean one after
Subject 1:ok daddy.
Mac: "the scare makes them all pee and poop lots"
Subject 1:it...does???
Mac: "but see that huge pile over there ... we got loads to make sure everyone’s nice and comfy"
Subject 1:ok daddy...
Mac: "it's a ride they never forget!
Subject 1: why daddy?
Subject 1:see Annie...daddy is going to change us after the fun ride!
Subject 1:thanks daddy..
Mac slowly pulls off the plastic pants & puts on rubber gloves.
Subject 1:why you wear those?
Mac: "so that daddy doesn't get all dirty from your poo poo"
Subject 1:ok...
Mac feels again .. "sure feels like there's plenty in there"
Subject 1:I made a poo in my diapee daddy
Subject 1: I haven't been changed in over 7 hours
Mac undoes the tabs on each side and pulls the sticky diaper off.
Mac looks at the boy's filthy butt, poop smeared all over his hairless crack.
Mac reaches for a clean cloth diaper from the pile inside the van, then takes it, and smears the worst of the poop off, then throws it inside ... it lands upside down on the driver’s seat.
Subject 1:what are disposable diapees like daddy? I have never had those kind.
Mac: mmm! Mac strokes the balls still covered in pee and muck
Mac pokes the boy’s butt hole, pushes a finger in, Mac: have you ever had a prostate inspection boy?"
Subject 1:what tat? UMMMF!
Mac: "it's a medical check to check your insides are working properly"
Subject 1: ok daddy
Subject 1:UH!
Mac wriggles the finger and touches his prostate ... it makes his Wiley very hard
Subject 1:tat feel...uh...funny daddy, I all tingly now!
Mac reaches down with the other hand grabs his rapidly growing boy’s Willey and rubs it.
Mac: "now cough"
Subject 1:can I get a bottle daddy? I thirsty
Subject 1:I don't know what that is
Mac: "that’s when you got tickle in your mouth and you cough it up ... you can do it"
Subject 1:ok daddy..The boy coughs
Subject 1: is that ok daddy?
Mac strokes the Adult baby boy's cock more.
Mac: "and again boy" Mac says enjoying the AB boy’s dirty ring griping his finger.
The boy's cock gets harder. The boy coughs..
Subject 1: is that ok daddy?
Mac: "much better"
Subject 1:I feel funny daddy
Mac strokes the boy more and more, getting him close to Cumming.
Mac: "that’s it boy, just go with it, soon you’re going to fill your diaper with new gunk"
Subject 1: I......I.....feel .....a...pressure....daddy
Mac: "we call it spunk"
Subject 1:the boy starts to cum hard!
Mac stroking the boy's cock as he shoots his load all over the inside of his messy diaper
the first spurt is hard and it spews a LOT of cum and as more and more flies out it gets all over the inside of the boy's disposable diaper.
Mac: "good lad"
Mac: "now ... let’s get your sister over here" "she needs inspecting too"
the boy falls over and starts to suck his thumb and fall asleep.
He is too weak now and falls into a deep sleep.
Mac does his cum and poop filled diaper back up, and then pushes him sleeping back into the diaper pile inside
The girl hears everything but can't get loose from all of the heavy wet and clean cloth diapers
that she is buried under. Only her face is visible. The thickly diapered girl is smarter than the boy
She thinks something is up, but can't put it together yet.
Mac reaches over, grabs the girl by the shoulders and pulls her out and onto the back step, out of the pile.
The girl stumbles out of the pile to her feet and out of the back of the van.
Subject 2: so you are my new daddy huh?
Mac: "well kind of. Think of me as rent-a-dad"
Subject 2: what is that? I never heard of that. What do ....those do?
Mac: "never mind then" ... "let’s see if your wet"
Subject 2: ok daddy. What are all of those diapers over there for?
Subject 2: why does that ford truck scream? It has a lot of diapers in it too I see.
Mac: "that’s all the stock from your old dad's business .. remember you modeled lots of them"
The girl watches as the ford truck is picked up into the air
Mac: "see it's off to be crushed"
Subject 2: but I never heard them scream before.....
Mac: "maybe it's scared" Mac teases
Subject 2: Do truckies cry daddy?
Mac: "sometimes"
Subject 2: what is the truckie scared of??
Mac: "usual oil" Says Mac, suppressing a snicker
Subject 2: why is that truckie being put into that big...thing over there?
Subject 2: why?
Mac: "oh it's grown too big, so we have to make it smaller just like you..."
Subject 2 : ME??? you are going to make me smaller? NO!!! I don't WANT to be smaller!!I don't WANT TO!!! Why are they putting all of those diapers in that thing daddy? Are they getting washed and made smaller? Like the truckie is?
Mac (chucking)"yes little girl, those ... those are all the dirty ones"
Mac: "shush, you'll wake the boy"
Subject 2: NO! I don't HAVE TO!!!MAKE ME!
Mac pushes his large and still slightly poopy rubber-gloved hand down and onto the girl’s plastic pants.
Subject 2: what are you doing daddy?
Mac: "I got to check your diapee
Subject 2: am I getting my diaper changed? I haven't been changed in over 7 hours.
I also have this weird blue slimy stuff in my diaper! I was used as a chemical test subject!
Mac: "we shall see won't we"
Mac takes the shorts off , then he sniffs them.
Subject 2: why are you smelling my plastic pants daddy?
Mac: "to see if they stink or not ... they do"
Mac: Definitely bad! Mac tosses them up front too, they stick to the poopy one already on the driver’s seat.
Subject 2: HEY! Those were MINE! GIMMIE THOSE BACK!!! Those were my favorites!!
Mac: "tough!! You’re mine now, and you do as I tell you!!!!!"
Subject 2: NO! I won't!! Gimmie them back!!! MINE!!! WAAAA! I want my favie back!!!
Mac: "or what?" Mac roughly pins her down and rips the diaper off!
Subject 2: WAAAAAAA! STOP IT!!! WAAAAAAA! Daddy ripped my diaperrrrrr!
The girl gets mad and starts to kick her feet while she throws her tantrum
Mac ignores it completely
She rolls to her left side and then pouts. HMM! The girl pouts and sticks her thumb into her mouth
Mac: "if you don't shut up, I'm going to flush you away"
Subject 2: NO! MAKE ME !! The defiant girl says.
Mac: "oh really" ...
Mac grabs another clean diaper and quickly puts her into it"
Mac then stuffs a few more cloth diapers into her diaper, and lifts her up, still struggling, but she weights nothing to him.
Mac walks The girl inside, and into the flushing room
Subject 2: Let go of me!!! I am NOT going with you!! Says the girl.
Mac: "no"
Subject 2: NO! I won't go! I want my MOMMY!
Mac pulls the giant seat up
Subject 2: What is this thing???
Mac then dumps the girl butt 1st into the water
Subject 2: Daddy...why are there so many diapers in there? why are they all...wet?
why is the water all yellow?
Mac then grabs a handful of cloth diapers and wipes his gloves on one, and then drops it in the bowl.
Mac: "this is where all the pee pee that comes from that huge pile of wet diapers outside ends up
Subject 2: Why did you put me in here! My diaper is wet now!
Mac: "very naughty girls we don't like ... we flush them away"
Subject 2:EEEW!
Subject 2: Why are you dunking those diapers in and out of the water?
Subject 2: Flush them? what is that?
Mac grabs another handful of cloth diapers and then sprinkles them around the bowl and into the water. The diapers semi float.
Subject 2:HEY! STOP IT! DON'T!!! Those were clean diapers!!!
Mac: not any more
Subject 2: what are you doing to them??? Why am I in here.....let me out! It feels wet and cold!
Mac: see? ... they all grow and expand as they soak up the piss?
Subject 2: HEY!
Mac drops some more on top of the annoying girl.
Subject 2: stop tossing those in here! HEY!!! That's my face! get that thing off of me! STOP IT!! HEEEEY! Blub!
Mac then tosses in another handful for luck.
muffled chatter from the girl in the toilet bowl with diapers on her face.
Mac gets a really wet one out of the water, and then wipes it all over her nasty face, then Mac pushes her down, then hits the flushing lever.
Subject 2: blub, blub! QUIT IT!!
Subject 2:HEYYYYYY! STOOOOOPPPP IT! what is happening! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH
WAAAAAAAAA!!!! MAKE IT STOP SWIRLING!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!!!
the toilet fills up with dirty piss, before swirling.
Then the siphon opens and the entire contents are sucked away.
Subject 2:HEYYYYY!!! AHHHH WAAAAAAAAAAAA! Blub, gurgle, gurgle
Mac: "hope you drown" I shout as she's submerged for good
Then the sounds of the water filling back up
Mac leaves her to her fate. Mac then leaves the flushing room, then the office and goes back outside, to go tend
