Maurice then instructed the diaper care tech to come back over and unfasten the baby girl’s diaper and lay it open flat so that he could finish smearing the gooey substance all over her pelvis and lower cheeks.

Once he was done, the diaper care tech pulled the baby girl’s diaper back up and refastened the tapes.

“I want this baby girl here to be rolled over there to the base of one of the giant piles of wet disposable diapers to wait until the disposal crew can get to her and her diapers. Please make sure that the diapers that she wore are placed either on the table between her legs or around her somewhere.” Once the baby girl was rolled away still strapped to her table, Maury instructed the diaper care tech to go and take me out of the holding room I was in. The diaper care tech came right over to the room, unlatched the door, opened the door, then came right inside, and then she opened the top of my crib. She then reached in and grabbed me, lifted me up and out of the crib, and then she carried me out of the room and over to a special table that had padded vinyl on it and it had sides that could be put into place so as to keep me inside of it, like a cage, if I wasn’t strapped down by restraints. The diaper care tech laid me down onto the special bed like table so that Maury and his team of orderlies could strap me down to the bed. Once I was strapped down to the bed, he asked the orderlies to go and gather up some white onesies, cloth diapers, some plastic pants, while he prepared his chemicals for use and testing on me and my diapers. The first thing he did, was grab a spray can full of some chemical or medicine and began to spray me with it, starting at my feet and working his way up, over my diapers and up to my chest and arm pits.

The can was unmarked and was a white color. He then put the can down, and then grabbed a jar of some kind of yucky looking greenish jelly. He began to smear it all over my chest, working his way down to my diaper’s waistband. He then ordered the diaper care tech to unfasten my thick diaper so that he could finish smearing the jelly all over me. The diaper care tech came right over and began to unfasten the tapes on my diaper.

She then laid my diaper open flat then she walked away.

She went back to sorting through a rather large bin full of toddler sized diaper service cloth diapers that had come down one of the pipes recently.

The cloth diapers were going to be used to diaper me with, and used so that I would be able to wear a diaper during washing or rinsing or if I was going to be sent down to the cloth diaper dump nearby.

Maurice then began to finish smearing the slimy jelly stuff all over my diapering area, even making sure to completely smear the jelly between my legs and all over my butt.

Once he was done, he then closed the jar’s lid and put the jar down.

He then grabbed a bottle of some kind of bluish powder and began to shake it all over my diapering area generously. Once he was done, the powder began to interact with the jelly that he had just applied, causing foaming bubbles to form all over my diapering area.

He then asked the diaper care tech to come back over and refasten my diaper for him.

Once the diaper care tech had finished refastening my diaper, Maurice instructed the orderlies to undo my restraints and then help me down to the ground. He told the orderlies to take me over to the large diaper compactor and leave me there for the crew to load me into it. He told the diaper care tech that I was being used to test out these brand new disposal prep chemicals that would some times be used on babies and their diapers right before disposal. To get an accurate testing….the baby boy had to be put through the actual conditions of disposal. The orderlies grabbed each arm of mine and carried me over to the large stationary compactor that was right now, being loaded up with disposable diapers.

“Hey Vince, hey, Yeager, what are you doing with that baby?” asked one of the people loading the compactor.

“We were told to bring this subject over here so that you could load him into the compactor” Said Vince, handing me over to the supervisor.

“Ok, just go ahead and leave him with me and I will make sure he gets loaded sometime in the next load.” Said the supervisor.  Then Vince and Yeager walked back over to where Maurice was getting his next subject ready for the next testing.

The two orderlies were asked by Maurice to go and bring him the next subject.

Vince and Yeager went over to a holding cell like place with another locking crib in it and pulled out another baby boy dressed in cloth diapers. The baby boy was kicking and resisting his way to the table. Once the baby boy was strapped down, Maurice came right up and rubbed the front of the baby boy’s diaper. The diaper was at some point wet but had been flushed down some toilet and was rinsed out during the flushing. The baby boy was resisting and trying desperately to get free. “Hey little baby. Don’t worry, since you are wearing a cloth diaper, I get to dirty you and your diaper up nicely then I am going to send you to the cloth diaper care team to see if the new industrial detergents that they are supposed to test, actually clean and whiten your diapers like the company says they can.

Then, if you and your diaper get clean, I will send you to the cloth diaper dump.

There, you will be allowed to toddle around in a special yard during the day and then put into a special holding room at night. You will be kept in cloth diapers at all times and possibly at some point, sold off to some one.” Explained Maurice to the baby boy in cloth diapers.

As the compactor continued to be loaded up with unrolled disposable diapers,

The supervisor took my hand and led me over to a very large pile of diapers that was slowly being loaded into the compactor. He led me over to the base of the pile and forced me to sit down on the pile. “Before I leave you here, there are a couple of things I have to ask you. First thing, are you comfortable in the diaper you are wearing?” Asked the supervisor. I nodded yes, and then I looked at the person that was standing just 4 feet away from me, loading the compactor as they started to come over to the pile to get another load to put into the compactor.

“The second thing is, are there any diapers that you want to either wear or hold during your disposal?” Asked the supervisor.

I shook my head no and then looked back up at the supervisor.

“Ok, third thing, can I trust you to stay here while you wait to be carried over to the compactor, or do I need to cuff you to the hand rail on the side of the compactor until they are ready for you?” asked the supervisor.

I didn’t answer the woman’s question so she decided to make it for me.

“Go ahead and cuff him to the hand rail until you are ready for him. If you want to check his diaper for wetness or just play with his diaper, go ahead. You can even make him cum if you want…….just don’t even try to clean him up at all afterwards…….leave him dirty.

If you have to……..diaper him in one of the saggy, bulky disposable diapers that are used to diaper the baby in for their disposal. That way, when his diaper bunches up between his legs, his diaper will be able to stay on him and the tapes won’t start to pop off.

It’s up to you all. If you just want to get done with him…..leave him just the way he is.”

Then the Supervisor took me by the hand and led me over to the hand rail that was attached to the compactor’s side and then she took out a pair of hand cuffs and put one of the cuffs on my right wrist and then the other on the hand rail. Just a few minutes later, one of the people that was busy loading the compactor with disposable diapers, came over to me, took out a pair of hand cuff keys, and opened the cuff that was around my right wrist. She then lifted me up and then laid me into the hopper of the compactor that was almost full of wet disposable diapers. She then had the other lady that was loading from the other side watch me to make sure that I didn’t try to escape while she finished loading the compactor. In another few minutes, the compactor was full enough to warrant the compactor to run. So the supervisor took a look at how full the hopper was and asked the two ladies to step back a little bit while she flipped a switch to turn on the power, and then once the power was on, she pushed the big red button that started the compactor.

The compactor was very slow to advance on the load and I inside of the hopper.

As the compactor advanced, it made all of the diapers begin to tumble and roll as they got forced into the compactor. Once the diapers that were between my legs got shoved against my diapered butt, my saggy, droopy diaper began to buckle between my legs and press against my butt cheeks. Then, I began to get shoved into the other diapers that were behind me. As the compactor was retracting, more diapers were dumped on top of the compactor and began to fall into the hopper of the stationary compactor. I was now shoved snugly into other diapers that had been loaded into the compactor before I was and now, my saggy diaper was wet and sort of mushy.

The compactor kept being run when the hopper became full with diapers all day and into the evening. Then, once the compactor was full enough, the compactor loading doors were closed and locked and the compactor was set on auto for the night.

As the quiet darkness fell all around me and the load of diapers, there was a strange feeling that the compactor wasn’t done with the loads of diapers inside.

I struggled to free myself enough to try to climb up above the loads but the compactor was too full of wall to wall diapers.

All I could do was just sit there, in my wet, saggy disposable diaper, waiting until the compactor finished its job.

About three hours go by and I have fallen asleep, surrounded by the warmth and softness of compacted disposable diapers, when the compactor powered up, and began to advance on the loads of diapers inside. This time though, the compactor came in much deeper than it did when it was being loaded. Once the compactor began to press into the diapers and I, it began to shove the diapers farther into the container and all of a sudden, a thick hydraulic rear door began to slide up and open. The diapers then began to get shoved into the opening forcing them and I down a large metal chute that turned right and left then went straight down and ended at the opening of a rather large dumpster. The dumpster was already full of other loads of disposable diapers. I found myself laying on a lot of other diapers that had been through the compactor before me. The diapers inside of the dumpster were not rolled up, or in any way, wrapped for disposal. All of the diapers, including the ones that surrounded me, were open or folded in half and were fully exposed. Some of the diapers had gotten twisted up during compacting.

Once all of the diapers from that load had fallen into the dumpster, the sliding door closed and latched. The dumpster was now ¾ of the way full, waiting until another load emptied into it. Outside, the loaders were busy loading the compactor back up with more and more diapers, running the compactor again and again. One of the loaders went over to where the baby girl had been rolled over to one of the piles of diapers and left there, still strapped to the exam table. The Loader began to unstrapp the baby girl from the exam table and then once she was done, she carried her over to the compactor’s side and began to ask her the same questions that were asked of me.

“Ok, baby girl, I have three questions to ask you, first, are you comfortable in the diaper that you are wearing? Asked the loader to the baby girl. “Um yes, I am. My diaper feels a little gushy though.” Said the baby girl.   “ Ok, now, are there any diapers that you want to either wear or hold during your disposal?” Asked the loader.  “No, just some of those cloth diapers that are in that cart over there.” Said the baby girl pointing to the cart full of cloth diapers. “Third thing,  are you hungry or thirsty right now? We can give you a bottle to drink while you wait for the time to be tossed into the compactor.” Said the loader. “No not hungry.” Said the baby girl. “Ok, then,  I guess its time for your disposal then. Up you go, there! Stay lying down now until  the diapers are completely loaded and the compactor is done.” Then the loader left and went back over to the pile to begin her loading duties. While the four loaders kept loading the compactor and dumping the diapers on top of the baby girl, the hopper began to get full so that the compactor had to be run now.

“Ok now, stop loading and I will close all of the doors to the hopper and lock them so that I can start the compactor.” Said the supervisor.

Once the thick, swinging steel doors was closed and locked on both sides, the supervisor went over to the compactor’s control panel and began to flip some switches and then once the compactor was powered on, he flipped the compactor switch. The compactor came on and began to advance on the load that the baby girl was immersed in.

The compactor pressed into the diapers and made them bunch up and tumble as they were shoved into the empty container.

Then the thick swinging doors on each side were re opened and the loading resumed.

The loading seemed to go on and on for hours until the compactor container was full again. Then, once again, the compactor was shut down, the two thick hopper doors were closed and locked and then the machine was set on auto for the night.

The baby girl spent at least three hours pressed in between tons of open, wet unwrapped disposable diapers until the compactor came back to life and began to cycle the diapers through the rear hatch that pushed the diapers and the baby girl down the chute and into the almost full dumpster. Once the Dumpster was full, the doors were slid shut and locked until the dumpster could be moved into a row of Dumpsters that were already full and waiting to be taken and dumped into a large trash truck used to collect diapers and diapering supplies only, and then once the truck is full, the truck takes the load of diapers to a transfer station where it dumps its load. When the loads from all of the diaper collection trucks are dumped into the transfer hopper, they are then compacted again and then shoved into a transfer trailer so that they can be taken to the diaper dump where they will stay forever unless some one decides that they want, need or want to buy the baby and a few of his diapers. Otherwise, the diapers are recycled by a company that recycles only diapers. Any Cloth diapers or cloth items that show up at that dump are taken over by a dump truck to a place that washes, rinses and sorts the cloth items into three categories; Useable Cloth items, rags, Scrap. The rags and the usable cloth items are sold off to stores that sell only diapers and diapering supplies. The scrap items that can no longer be used as diapers or rags are mostly shredded up into tiny fibers and then sold off to a company that makes disposable diapers to be mixed into the high quality paper pulp that is used to put into disposable diapers as padding.

Any of the scrap that is not shredded, is taken over to a special flushing station where they are flushed down special toilets used only to do a “wet disposal” on them.

The Dumpster that the baby girl and I along with a lot of unwrapped and unrolled disposable diapers was in, was taken over to a line of other full dumpsters and left there

To wait until the trash truck finally came to pick up all of the diapers that were in the dumpsters. I had no idea what was going to happen next. The baby girl and I lay in the dumpster full of disposable diapers for two days until, at the very beginning of the third day, very early in the morning, a rather loud and large, Purple Top loading trash truck came over to the line of dumpsters and began to pick them up and empty them one by one. Just a few minutes later, after the trash truck positioned itself, it came up to the very dumpster that the baby girl and I were in, with the forks down.

With a slight jerk, the forks slid into the slots on each side of the dumpster and then the forks began to pick the dumpster up into the air slowly.

As the dumpster rose into the air, the load of diapers began to shift to the front of the dumpster.

Once the dumpster was over the opening on top of the truck, the dumpster then began to turn up side down spilling the diapers, the baby girl, and I into the heaping loads of open, unwrapped, wet disposable diapers that were inside, waiting to be compacted by the large compactor inside.

As I slid out of the dumpster, on my butt, into the air feet first then landing onto the pile of diapers, the dumpster then was lowered back to the ground. After the truck went to pick the next one up, it raised that one up over the opening just like it had to the one we had been in, and then began to empty that one into the back of the truck, spilling more wet disposable diapers all over me….covering me completely.

Once the diapers had fallen into the truck, the woman driving the monster garbage truck started the compactor. The doors to the opening quickly closed before the compactor slowly advanced onto the loads, pushing them into the others that had been compacted before.

The diapers began to tumble and shake as they were shoved into the other diapers in the compactor’s way.

Then all of the diapers began to buckle up and get squished as they were all shoved against each other inside.

Then, all at once, the compactor retracted and reset. The doors above reopened so that another dumpster could be emptied into the now empty space that the compactor had made.

Once all of the dumpsters had been emptied there, the truck closed its container doors and then it started to drive for a long time. It then began to slow down and then it came to a stop. The Container Doors opened again as another rather large and deep dumpster rose up and over the opening. The dumpster then began to tip upside down, spilling all of the diapers and another baby boy wearing what everyone called a “disposal diaper”.

The diaper that the baby boy was wearing, was made to come all the way up to his arm pits and made so that the diaper would sag down a lot between his legs so when the baby got compacted, the diaper would scrunch up and press against his body, between his legs, providing a comfortable fit that would catch leaks. These diapers were unusually thick and bulky to begin with even though they sagged pretty low between the baby’s legs.

Once the dumpster was empty, and that one had been lowered back to the ground, another one appeared. It was full of unused disposable diapers that had been made with flaws in them. Even the unopened packages were tossed into that dumpster and were now spilling out into the container in the back of the large purple trash truck.

Once that dumpster had been lowered back to the ground, the doors on top were closed,

And the truck then began to drive again. It seemed to drive for a rather long time before it turned and slowed down again. The doors then opened up again and a shallow dumpster appeared over the opening. That dumpster then began to turn up side down and spill out three baby girls and a lot of pink and white disposable diapers with cartoon characters printed all over them. One of the baby girls was still wearing her solid pink onesie with a large red heart sewn to the left breast of her onesie. The heart had a symbol of some company on it but I couldn’t see it too well from where I was. The second of the three girls was dressed in just her diaper and she had pig tails with pink and white ribbons in her pig tails. The third of the girls had a yellow onesie on that was all stained up down the front and was wearing a rather thick diaper that made putting her legs together very difficult. That baby girl had a bowl cut and had little freckles all over her face….or was it something from the dumpster?

I couldn’t tell what….if anything…. It was.

But by now, the compactor was starting to get full again and after the first of the three dumpsters was done being emptied, and had been lowered back down, a few seconds later, another full dumpster appeared over the opening. That dumpster began to spill out quite a few damaged packages of disposable diapers. The packages were pretty damaged but the diapers inside had not been damaged in any way, but were disposed of anyway.

Once all of the packages had been emptied, the dumpster disappeared again and the last one rose up and over the opening.

That dumpster began to dump tons of irregular onesies, footed sleepers, irregular plastic pants and a few left over damaged boxes of disposable diapers.

The dumpster was now empty and the doors then closed as the dumpster was lowered back to the ground. Suddenly, the lady who was driving the truck started the compactor.

The compactor began to shove all of the baby girls and the diapers into the loads of diapers that I was in from before.

Once the boxes of diapers came against the loads of diapers, the boxes began to burst open and the diapers inside began to crush up and get shoved into the growing load of other diapering items already inside. Once the compactor was done with that load, it retracted and then stopped. The lady driving the truck began to drive the almost full truck to the next stop some five miles away. During the ride over to the next stop, the loads of diapers and all of the babies inside of the truck were bounced around as the truck hit various pot holes in the roads.

The truck seemed to drive for quite some time before it slowed down and then stopped.

The truck then opened the doors to the opening of the hopper and another large green dumpster full of open, wet, disposable diapers, formerly wet cloth diaper-service cloth diapers, and plastic pants, appeared. The dumpster turned upside down and began to empty the load of diapers into the hopper. As the diapers spilled out into the large but full hopper, the dumpster shook violently before it went back to the ground. A few minutes later, another dumpster appeared over the opening, full of all sorts of disposable diapers.

Some unopened bags of large baby diapers, some unused adult diapers, and some open, wet disposable diapers, all of which, spilled out into the now full hopper.

As the dumpster went back to the ground, the compactor started up, this time it went to full power, smashing all of the diapers and the babies very, very tightly into a tight little pile inside of the truck. Then, once the compactor was done, it retracted as the truck drove away from the last stop and on to the diaper transfer station until all of the loads that are dumped can be repacked into an even larger container truck. The driver of that truck will bring that load to the diaper dump. The driver of the transfer truck drove off with a rather full load this time. He was just in the mood to get there, dump the load and get done for the day. Today, he was only going to have to run one load over to the dump before he could go home to his wife. Once the man was done, dumping the load of diapers and us babies into the transfer hopper, he drove away, leaving us in a heap of diapers that was soon to be mixed, churned and tumbled into other piles that were all going to get re compacted into the larger container that was already half way full of other loads of diapers. All at once, all of the hopper area was full of diapers and a few babies too who’s diapers had been buckled by the shear force of the compactor, and were now all mangled up and had gaps in the legs.

Now some one in the Compactor Control room started the first compactor that moved

All of the diapers in one direction, towards the other compactor that was going to

Shove and pack all of the diapers and all of the babies into the almost full 40 foot long metal trailer full of diapers.

As the diapers bunched up, rolled, tumbled, tossed, turned, buckled and shook,

The other compactor was just retracting into its ready position.

As the compactor shoved us babies and all of the thousands and thousands of wet disposable diapers into the other hopper, all of the waiting trucks outside and down the hill, were getting prepared to go to their designated dumping stalls.

Once us babies and all of the diapers were shoved into the next hopper, the first compactor began to retract and go back to its starting position.

Now that the second hopper was now full, the second compactor was now turned on

and was going to shove us babies and all of those wet diapers into the almost full trash container trailer that was hitched to a Tractor/Semi truck. A few minutes more of the compactor’s pressure and the trailer were now full. The truck pulled forward just enough so that the rear doors could be swung closed. Once the doors were closed, all of the wet diapers inside of that trailer began to slowly expand slightly. Then, the large and long truck and trailer began to drive away from the transfer center and down the city streets, along a stretch of freeway, and then turning off of the freeway onto a frontage road that ran along side the freeway that led to the entrance of the disposable diaper dump. At the entrance, there was a weigh station and scale, and after that, there was a guard shack where the security guards gave instructions and directions to where to dump each truck’s loads while a few inspectors looked each truck over to make sure that there were only diapers and diapering supplies being trucked into the dump and that no diapers or babies or supplies were being taken from the dump once they were brought in.

The truck drove down the long road that led up a winding  dirt road that eventually led to the top of a large hill that had piles, and piles of loosely dumped wet disposable diapers,

unwanted plastic pants, and unused portions of packages of diapers. The truck pulled up to the designated spot where it was going to dump its load. The trailer began to tip back so as to empty the load inside. As the trailer began to dump, the diapers, and we babies began to slide out and onto the pile forming just outside.

Once the trailer was empty, the trailer leveled and then drove off and then disappeared.

There were several hundred other types of trucks there, dumping their loads also.

One of the flaggers directed another smaller truck to dump its load onto the same pile that we babies were in, covering us with even more fresh wet diapers. Once that truck had emptied its load and drove away, yet another larger truck came and back up to dump its load. This went on and on and on until around 5:00 pm when the dump closed its doors, gates and locked them for the night.

Once there were no more trucks in the dump, and all of the equipment that was working during the day, stopped for the night, some one came over to each of the piles that were made that day and inspected and inventoried everything. That person also gave some type of instructions on what to do with the contents of each pile.

I was too packed within the pile to be able to wiggle out very well. It took me the most part of an hour to get my head to poke out. Once I was able to see and hear better, I could see that the night shift crew was just arriving, punching the clock and climbing into their special suits.

They had just come out of a shift change meeting and were going to start sorting the diapers that had come in that day. The diapers were going to be sorted into piles by brand and size. Once they were sorted, the diapers were to spend a mandatory two weeks, drying out, and out under the sun so that the diapers would be sure to dry out well enough. Once the diapers were dry, it would be another week or two until the diapers would be scheduled to be either recycled, or dumped into very large underground, metal containers to be kept until they might be needed again later or they could be recycled.

The unused portions of packs of diapers would be taken over to storage units where the diapers would be placed into large plastic bins that were on shelves, so that they could be used on any of the babies that the dump received. When the dump ran out of clean diapers, they would go around and look for the diapers with the least amount of wetness in them, and use them on the babies.

Then I thought I heard some one shout “Hey, I think I see a baby in that pile over there”

Before I knew what hit me, I was plucked out of the pile and taken over to one of the storage units and laid onto an old changing table. My very saggy disposable diaper was taken off and a clean one was then put on. The diaper that they put on me, had about six or more diaper doublers in it before it was pulled up between my legs and the tapes fastened.

Then a short man with glasses on came into the storage unit and told the woman who was busy changing me, what he wanted done with me.

“Ok, after you are done, I want that baby to be taken over to one of our diaper processors and then I want whoever is running it, to take a look at him. If they think that he would be a good candidate for processing, then leave him with them. If not, then bring him back to the area where his pile is and leave him there. Let him wander around a little. There are at least two-hundred and fifty piles of disposable diapers here that are waiting to be processed. The baby can’t wander off far because there is a fence all around these piles so that anything that is put within the fences stays inside. Don’t worry about him or his diaper; he will just end up getting another diaper put on him once all of the diapers in the load that he is processed with are recycled completely. We can then sell the paper fluff and the plastic back sheets back to the diaper companies for a large profit. If the diaper companies ask for a baby, we sell them one. Now, get going” demanded the man.

So the woman, who had just changed my diaper, guided me over to this area where there was a large machine that looked like a huge washing machine that was being loaded up with disposable diapers. The garbage bags were being ripped open in such a way that they could be used again as disposable plastic pants with tapes. The diapers that were inside of each bag, were being dumped into large rolling janitorial cart with then were being dumped onto a conveyor belt that dropped the diapers into the opening of the huge washing machine like thing.

The woman led me right over to where the garbage bags were being opened and then got the attention of the supervisor of that station.

“Hey, I have instructions to ask you if you think that this baby could be used in the diaper processor?” asked the woman.

“well, let me see what we have here. (coming over to me, crouching down to my level and poking at the front and back of my diaper…..after a few minutes, he rose back up and stood there looking me over, front and back) I don’t know yet. But If I do, can you leave him here just in case?” Asked the man. “Sure, I don’t care.  As long as he gets rediapered

And allowed to run around a little bit, in just his diapers, before you send him back through the processor again.” Said the lady. “No problem. Just leave him in one of those carts over there until I can decide what to do with him.” Stated the man.

So, the woman slid her hands under my arms and lifted me up into the air and then set me down into one of the carts that were quickly filling up. Once the lady had done that, she walked away.  The supervisor then came over to me and began to rub his whole palm across the front of my diaper and going all the way around to my now thickly padded butt. He lifted my butt slightly as he caressed my diapered butt. The soft, smooth plastic back sheet of my diaper crinkled loudly as he did this.

“Gees, I never get tired of doing that.” Said the man in a kind of trance like state, almost like he was day-dreaming. “should I send you through this big, naughty machine that turns your diapers into little particles?” “Maybe I could just play with you a little first before I put you through.” I could take you over to the rag storage unit where there are

Three toilets used for rinsing and soaking cloth diapers and cloth items only, and make you wear a few of them so that I could force you into one of the toilets as it gets stuffed with old dirty cloth items and diapers, to be rinsed and soaked before they are sent to be dried and sent over to the cloth diaper dump. Boy that would be fun to watch!

We DO receive quite a few cloth items here at this dump. Unfortunately, the owner has a deal where he sells all of his cloth items to the cloth diaper dump and they come and pick them up in another trash truck that compacts them.  I could also take you over to this area where we prep all of the diapers before we send them into the actual machine and close the door. See, we dowse the diapers with this wonderful clear liquid that deodorizes the diapers first, and then we dowse them with this white powder that deactivates the SAP inside of the diapers. Then we toss in a little bit of our special foaming gel before the diapers are all tossed onto the conveyor belt that takes the diapers into the big, bad machine. Once the machine reaches a certain weight, the automatic sliding door closes

And then the machine begins to fill up with warm water. Once the water level has been reached, the machine acts like a giant, industrial washer for a little while, cleaning and washing the diapers for us.

And then, the second cycle kicks in. the once warm water drains out and the rinse cycle begins. A few short minutes later, the rinse water stops and all of the diapers are now into the third cycle, the drying and breakdown cycle. The diapers are then slowly broken down into pieces and sent through many, many filters until each separate component is separated and gathered into separate sections of the machine. Once each bin gets full, they are emptied into another cart that is taken away and repacked into large plastic bags that we then sell to diaper factories.

(still rubbing his open hand across my diaper, front and back, very slowly and gently.)

I could also take you over to the diaper pen, where we allow people to do what ever they want to you, as long as it was beneficial to you or the diapers in the pen.

The ladies sure know how to make watching…fun in that arena! Sheesh!”

“What to do, what to do with you…..hmmmmmm. I know that if I just leave you in this cart, eventually, some one will do their job and take the cart over to be prepped & recycled.  That also might be fun to watch. Sometimes, my sorters will allow you to stay in your diaper a little longer by putting you into a covered playpen and locking you into it. This will free up the space that they might need for more diapers in that load.

I could just let you wander around the piles, with just your diaper on…….but sooner or later, you WILL end up here. Instead of changing your diapers at the end of the week, they like to send you through this machine because the machine gets rid of your diapers, and gives you a much needed bath at the same time. You come out and are dumped into one of the solid object catchers where you wait until some one comes to take you out again. You only have to go through the machine about once a week or at the very most, once every two weeks. Sometimes they like to get you as dirty and smelly as possible before they even wash you and your dirty diapers.

As the man was talking to me, still laying inside of the cart on my back, in just a thick disposable diaper, some one found a baby girl from my pile. She was still wearing a pink onesie with a little red heart on the breast.

The baby girl was immediately brought over to where I was and put into one of the carts next to the one I was in. The baby girl was attended to right away. One of the men who were working at that station came over to her and began to take the onesie off of her. Once the onesie was taken off, it was taken over to the cloth diaper storage unit and tossed inside. This left the baby girl with just her pink and white disposable diaper on which had a cartoon character on it. The cart she was in was taken right away, to the area where the diapers were prepped just before being tossed onto the conveyor belt and then into the machine. In just a few minutes, I could hear the baby girl crying and fussing as her diaper was opened up, and prepped with the odor neutralizers and SAP deactivators, before her diaper was refastened and the baby girl was placed onto the conveyor belt. The poor little baby girl kicked and fussed and cried until she landed into the machine. Before too long I heard what sounded like a sliding door close and latch. All of a sudden I couldn’t hear the baby girl any longer. All I could hear was the water pump filling the machine up with warm soapy water. Once that sound stopped, I heard the sound of the cycle beginning as the agitator started to move slowly around and around.

There was only one machine and now that it had been started, every thing slowed down even the prep station.

 “Well baby, let me massage your diaper a lot more before I let this beautifully thick and bulky diaper, get prepared for recycling. I will instruct my prep staff to take their time, do as much to you as they feel like doing. They have many different things they can do to help you make it through the cycles. I may even tell them to put you to sleep before they actually load you up.

They are also allowed to make you as dirty as they want so that they won’t be sending a fresh, clean diaper to be recycled. Yes, that is my plan. Ok, now, lay back and relax, I am going to smear some of this very smelly stuff all over you. It will later become a little sticky. This will help make any other stuff that is used to “prep” you, stick to you better.”

“Now here it comes baby.”(rubbing his hands together with the substance) 

The man then began to rub the substance into my feet and legs first, working his way methodically up to my diaper. He then stopped to put some more of the substance into his hands before continuing to rub the substance into my stomach, my chest, arms and face. Once he was done, he decided that he wasn’t going to be satisfied unless he opened my diaper and put some of the substance all over my diapering area. So he unfastened the tapes on each side of my diaper, and pulled the front of my diaper down.

He then squirted some more of the creamy stuff all over my diapering area thoroughly making sure that he got lots of it all over my penis. As usual, my penis got real hard and stood right up. He massaged it slowly and softly, making sure to build some kind of rhythmic intensity to the motions he was doing with his hands. Before too long, the intense feeling that I was about to blow was upon me. A second or two later, I began to squirt cum all over myself, and before I knew what was happening, the man put the front of my diaper over my penis and continued until the cum had squirted into my diaper. Once I was done, the man began to refasten the tapes on each side of my diaper and then he motioned for one of the prep staff to come and take the cart I was in.

The young blond woman came over to the cart and began to push it over to her work station where there was a large pile of diapers on the ground, about to be prepped for recycling. The man came over to the woman’s work station and gave her a sheet of paper with some detailed instructions for her to follow.

She looked them over and then set the sheet of paper down on a small metal table that was next to a long, wide, padded table that was used to prep the diapers before they could be recycled. The woman then began to take diapers out of the cart and set them onto the table hand full at a time. Before too long, it was my turn to be lifted out and put onto the prep table. The woman lifted me up into the air and then laid me down on the table on my back. She then reached back into the cart and took out an arm load worth of diapers. She set the diapers down on top of me, covering my chest and stomach.

She then began to open each diaper up so that she could dowse the inside of each diaper with the foaming gel from a can that resembled a shaving cream container.

Once she was done with that, she tossed each foamed diaper into another cart.

Before too long, all of the diapers had been foamed and had been tossed into the cart beside her. It was now my turn to have my diaper foamed.

The lady calmly came up and stood between my legs and said as she unfastened the tapes on each side of my diaper; “its ok, baby, this isn’t going to hurt. Its going to help your diaper smell better now that its wet. It will also make your diaper feel softer once it dries up instead of becoming crunchy from the gels that are inside of your diaper.

Now just relax or I will have to go and get some one to hold you down while I do this.”

Said the blond woman as she gently pulled the front of my diaper down and laid it open flat. She then took the plain white can with a blue flower on it, and gave it a quick shake before she began to squirt it into my diaper from back to front.

Once she was done, she tried to console me by talking in baby talk to me.

“Now, there you are, all….done. That wasn’t so bad now was it baby?”

A short second later, she had refastened the tapes on my thick diaper and she was staying there until the next person came over to apply the white powder into each and every diaper in the cart, and including the one I was currently wearing. Once the other staff member came over to the work station, the blond woman stepped aside and began to take her break while the red haired woman began to open my diaper up again so that she could shake a whole lot of the white powder into my diaper. The red head first put on a pair of latex rubber gloves before she began to unfasten the tapes on each side of my diaper.

Once my diaper was unfastened, she laid it open flat again and then she grabbed the large, baby blue plastic container full of white powder and began to shake it liberally into the back and front of my diaper. She even shook a whole bunch onto my pelvis before she pulled my diaper back up and refastened the tapes. Once she was done, she took a look at the sheet of paper with the instructions printed on it. She then lifted me up and then carried me over to a covered playpen, and set me down inside of it before she closed the top and locked it. She then went back to her duties.

It must have been at least 20 minutes before another dark haired woman wearing her hair in a tight little bun in the back of her head, came over to the playpen and unlocked it. She then opened it and then she pulled me back out and took me over to another station that was used to feed the babies before they were taken over to the conveyor belt and put onto it and left there to be loaded into the large opening of the machine.

“Hi there baby boy, I have been instructed to give you a bottle before you are loaded onto the belt. I was also told that I could do anything I wanted with you until the machine stopped and it was time to load you and a whole bunch of diapers into that big, nasty machine over there.” Stated the dark haired woman who was now cradling me in her arms, about to give me a bottle full of cool, white milk.

She then proceeded to take the cap off of the bottle and then she stuck the nipple into my mouth and held it there while I nursed.

“drink this all gone like a good baby ok?” “Good boy! That-a-boy, it won’t be long now.” Whispered the dark haired woman. The blond woman came over to the dark haired woman to ask her if the baby need anything done to his diapers before he was loaded into the machine by the conveyer belt.

The dark haired woman asked what cycle the machine was on. The blond told her that it was just going into the rinse cycle right now.

So, in just a few minutes of me finishing the whole bottle, I was fully asleep, drugged, and totally helpless. The dark haired lady put the empty bottle into a large plastic bin near one of the changing tables that was used during times when it got too busy and there were a lot of babies to prep, and then she got up, carried me over to the conveyor belt and laid me down on it. She then gently took her arms out from under my head and then she went over to grab the large plastic trash can that was now full of prepped diapers, and she dumped it all over me, covering me from head to toe with the first of many containers full of diapers. After she finished dumping the first trash can, she picked up the next one and dumped it onto the conveyor belt and kind of spread it out along the rest of the belt.

The belt had been stopped while the machine was busy but the machine was now in its last cycle that was ending in just a few minutes. Each of the full cans was dumped somewhere along the conveyor belt. My feet were facing in the direction of the place where the opening to the machine would be in just a few minutes.

Another large can full of prepped diapers was dumped on top of me. The diapers then began to settle and fall into place where there was room.

I was so helplessly under the drug’s spell that I had fallen asleep and slept though the whole process and even into where I was put until I woke up.

A clicking sound and the machine began to slow down and then stop. A second later, the metal sliding door slid up and out of sight. The machine was now completely empty.

The inside looked a lot like a standard industrial washing machine with the exception that the tumbler/agitator had a trap door in it that allowed everything that is inside, to be released into the many, many filters and chutes for separation.

A few minutes later, some one came over to the belt’s controls and then began to turn the power back on. Once the power was on, the start button was pushed and the belt jerked into motion. As the belt moved me and all of the diapers closer and closer to the machine, the belt went upwards carrying my thickly diapered sleeping body, into the opening of the machine. Once inside, some one came over to the opening and re positioned me so that I wouldn’t block the opening. More and more diapers kept coming into the machine’s agitator. Once it was full and the weight limit was reached,

The thick metal door with a thick window in it came down and latched.                            A few minutes later, warm water began to slowly fill the bottom of the agitator of the side loading machine. Once the water level was reached, the machine began to turn around, and around. Slowly, a thick, foaming gel began to ooze into the machine’s agitator.

My thick disposable diaper was now getting wetter and wetter and now, it was going to

get soaked with the foaming soap gel.

Going around and around inside of the machine as it began to wash the diapers out,

The machine also washed me as well. The gel removed all of the dirt, SAP, wetness and anything else that I was coated with during the time that I spent in the trash compactors on the way to the dump.

Then a clicking sound told the machine to go to the next cycle, draining the soapy, gel water down the drain and trading it for warm rinse water. The diapers were tossed around and around inside of the machine, as it turned around and around in a medium speed, landing on me and covering me every time I was at the bottom of each revolution of the agitator.

A few minutes later, the rinse cycle was over and the rinse water stopped coming into the agitator and the machine began to quicken the agitator’s speed so that the diapers and I could be spun dried.

The diapers and I were just a little damp after the spin cycle was done.

The machine didn’t slow down though. It continued to spin.

The diapers kept bouncing around in the agitator and slowly breaking up into pieces.

My diaper began to slowly break apart as well. First, the whole left side of my diaper began to loose its padding from inside. Then the left tape flew off and went somewhere, and then the back sheet began to break up into small little pieces. Once my diaper was completely broken up into pieces and there were no more diapers inside of the agitator, the machine slowed to a complete stop. A few seconds later, the bottom dropped out from under me and I slid down a large metal chute. (that resembled a long metal park slide)  .

Once the trap door re closed, the sliding door to the front of the machine opened up, allowing more diapers and one of the baby girls to be loaded into the machine.

A few minutes later, some one came over to clear out what was in the chute.

The man that came over saw that I didn’t have any diaper on so he took me out and held me in a playpen nearby until a tall woman wearing some printed scrubs, came over and pulled me out. She picked me up and carried me over to some changing tables that were free at the time and then began to set it all up so that she could re diaper me.

The Lady in the maroon printed scrubs laid me down on my back and then strapped me down so that I couldn’t roll off. Once she was done strapping me down, she bent over and reached into the little cabinet under the changer. She then opened a package of “Huggies” whites thicks and took one of the diapers out and began to unfold the wings in the back of the diaper. She then lifted my bottom up and then slid the already thick disposable diaper under me. She then bent over again and reached into the cabinet again to get three diaper doublers to insert into my diaper. She then closed the cabinet doors and latched them.

She then began to place the diaper doublers into my diaper from the back to the front, slightly over lapping each one as she laid them into my diaper.

Once she was done with that, she unfolded the front wings and pulled the diaper up between my legs and then fastened the tapes on each side. I was now completely clean and wearing a fresh, clean disposable diaper in a dump full of piles and piles of wet diapers.

Once she was completely done, she unstrapped me, lifted me off of the changer and then she set me down onto my feet in front of the changer. She then grabbed my right hand and then escorted me over to one of the piles of diapers that is inside of a fence that ran around several large, old piles at once.

The lady opened the gate that led into the area where the piles were, and she left me inside of the fenced off area and then she closed and locked the gate.

Inside of the gate, there were only piles and piles and piles of wet diapers all over the place. Mountains of diapers, laying around until it was time to either use them, or recycle them.

Meanwhile this is where they were going to keep me during the day until they needed me again.

I decided to go find a place to sleep. So I toddled around the piles of diapers and found a

Playpen that was situated between a couple of the piles. I went over to it and tried to climb into it. With my diaper so thick, it was very hard to walk and climb so I leaned over the rail and let gravity do the rest. The top of the rail was really quite high for me to climb over but I was able to get in kind of sliding my way in.

Once I was in it was going to be too hard to get out again, so I waited and waited for two hours until some one brought one of the baby girls into the fenced off area. She too was now just wearing a rather thick and bulky disposable diaper. She too had been through “the machine” as well. She toddled around, barely able to do anything more than a waddle, with her thick, bulky diaper in between her legs. Once she saw that there was going to be no way out…..the baby girl just waddled over to the playpen that I was in.

She too was now going to have a very hard time……getting over the top edge of the tall playpen. My question was now…..did we shrink? Everything seemed a lot bigger than I thought it was. Even the lady that had brought us both here, was a lot taller than she had been before. Could it have been that machine that did this to us? Nah…..it couldn’t have been. I thought long and hard about this weird situation that had just unfolded.

At the same time, the third baby girl was brought into the fenced area and the gate was locked again. Another hour went by and it was starting to get later. The sun was beginning to sink lower and the machine was not taking as many loads as it was earlier in the day.

All at once, after the last loads had been done, the machine was shut down for the day and everyone who was working on that machine, was diverted onto either another type of machine, or another area.

Six women who were once busy at the machine, now were assigned to the fenced area that was to be known as; The Diaper pen, came over, unlocked the gate, came through it, and then re locked the gate behind them. They were each carrying diaper bags with them as they approached us in the large playpen. Each of the ladies also had small radios that they had clipped to their aprons that they were using to get their orders from the dump’s

Owner and “big daddy” at the disposable diaper dump, John.

John radioed to the ladies that had come into the diaper pen and told them that he wanted all of the babies to be fed, then have their diapers checked and if they needed to be changed, change them. The only order that he said was not negotiable, was that the diapers must be from one of the piles there in the pen. That’s all. No more clean diapers were to be used that day until the next day. Ordered  Big Daddy John.

The ladies came over to the three of us and began to take each of us out of the play pen one by one, so that they could do whatever they wanted to us while we were being fed and changed for the night.

A pretty blond woman with green eyes and a knock out red head came over to me and the red head lifted me out of the playpen and carried me over to the very back of the diaper pen where there was a small shack looking building with just a door in it.

The blond lady was just ahead of the red head so she opened the door with a key and then swung the door open so that the red head could carry me down a short flight of stairs and then down into a little nursery that didn’t look like it got much use.

There were six cribs, six changing tables, three playpens and six highchairs down there in that underground nursery.

Of course, there were still some old formerly wet cloth diapers and disposable diapers laying around on the floor, randomly scattered about as if they had been tossed over some one’s shoulder during a diaper change.

I was carried over to one of the rocking chairs that were right next to one of the cribs and changing tables. The red head turned around and sat into the rocking chair while the blond, came over holding a full bottle of whole, white milk for me to drink.

“Hello there my little one. You must be very thirsty after all of today’s excitement.

Here, I have a nice…cool bottle full of some delicious milk for you to drink. When you are all done, our plan is to make you cum into your diapers for us, before we check your diaper and possibly change it. If…….we change your diaper, the diaper we change you into, will NOT be a clean one…but one from out there in the diaper pen.” Explained the red head.

“We are also going to give you some sleeping medicine so that you will sleep nice and soundly during the night and into the next morning. The medicine will not wear off for 12 whole hours. First thing in the morning, Big Daddy wants us to take you over to our training area and he wants to use you to train some new recruits that just signed up.

He says that you will be getting sort of dirty during the exercises. You will then be brought back to the diaper pen where there will be some other ladies and a few men there who will need a baby to use during their regular duties here at the dump. We are now assigned to you, to care for you, change your diapers, feed you, and make sure that you get cleaned at least once a week at the minimum.” Said the read head

“Big Daddy wants at least two people assigned to each of the babies at all times.

For now, we are going to do things to you that will make you feel good, and will help make your diapers wetter. Then, we have the option to change your diaper before we leave, but we don’t have to if we don’t want to.” Said the blond lady.

About thirty minutes later, I was done with my bottle and the red head took the bottle from me and tossed it into one of the cribs before she stood up with me still in her arms, and carried me over to a changing table. The blond lady took up a position on one side of the changer while the red head stood right in between my legs. The blond lady began to fasten the arm straps and the red head began to fasten the straps that went across my chest and my legs. Now that I was restrained, the blond lady looked at the red head and they both then looked down at me. The blond lady was the first one to begin to unfasten my tapes on each side of my diaper. It was the red head who pulled my diaper down and laid it open flat. “Ok, now, this is going to feel really good, what I am about to do. The first thing I am going to do to you is……put some baby lotion into my hands, and then I am going to smear it all over your diapering area, and penis. I am also going to make sure I get a lot of the lotion all over your butt and butt cheeks. We don’t want you to get a rash now…do we?” asked the red head.

Before I knew what was going on, the red head had lotion all over my pelvis and the area all around my penis. The red head then took some more lotion into her palms and rubbed it in just a little before she continued to massage it in, getting closer and closer to my penis. Once she was done with the area all around my penis, the red head decided to hand me over to the blond, who now had the baby lotion bottle in her hand, and was about to squirt a lot of it onto me. She turned the bottle over and the lotion began to squirt all over my penis and testicles. Once she was satisfied that she had enough on me, she began to methodically massage the lotion into my penis, causing it to become fully erect.

She liked that. This was what she…..liked best.

“Ooooooh! Baby likes this……..huh baby boy……that’s right my little sugar plumb…..

Baby likes it when I do this to him” said the blond lady in a soft, sexy, baby talk, as she worked the lotion into my penis.

“Now, be a good little boy, and I will make you cum into your diaper. If you are a b..aaaa…d little baby…….and I will rub you with as many wet diapers as I can and then leave you loosely diapered and in one of the piles out there.” Stated the blond lady, talking to me.

“In a few minutes there baby, your diaper will be nice and wet….and ready for a change.

Would you like us to change your diaper for you…..before we leave you here for the night?” asked the red head in as a sexy, low toned, voice talking in baby talk.

“While she is doing that to you…..I am going to rub some of this baby gel into your chest and arms….would you like me to do that for you….baby?” Asked the red head

While the two ladies rubbed, gently yanked, pulled, poked, massaged and lotioned me up,

Another large load of wet disposable diapers had been tossed into the diaper pen, making yet another pile near where the playpen was.

“When those two ladies are done with the baby boy, tell them that I want him to be left out here for the night…..I want the night crew to be able to have access to him if they need a baby.” Said big daddy, John.

So, a few minutes later, after fifteen minutes of constant and gentle rubbing of my penis, the blond lady decided to go and put the front of my diaper over my penis, just in case I came. The blond and the red head began to rub the front of my diaper gently, pausing only to refasten the tapes on each side of my diaper, snugly.

Two minutes later, I felt the shear rush and the pleasurable pain coming from my penis just before I came into my diaper heavily.

“Wow! What a good boy you are!?”  After your wet diaper dries out a little, we will come back and change your diaper for you, for being so good for us while we did this to you.” Just then, the blond lady’s radio chirped signaling that Big Daddy wanted her on the radio. The blond stepped back and went for her radio, still clipped to her apron pocket.

“Hey John, how’s it going out there?” Asked the blond. “Well, I have some new orders for you…..whatever it is you are doing…stop and bring that baby boy outside and leave him on one of the piles of wet diapers for the night. Don’t worry about changing him if you don’t want to. Just make sure that his diaper isn’t too wet and might leak, if it IS too wet, change his diaper and bring him out here and leave him. Do you copy?” Asked Big Daddy John.

“Yes, I copy” said the blond.

“Well, you heard the man, we have to bring him back outside and leave him there. Should we change his diapers first?” asked the blond. “Is his diaper soaking wet to the point that it might leak soon?” Asked the red head. “Nope not just yet”  Said the blond feeling my diaper all over and poking her index fingers through my leg holes, checking my diaper for wetness.  “Ok, then, its up to you. If you think he’ll be more comfortable wearing a drier diaper than he has on right now, then go ahead and change him, if he has a drier diaper than the ones out there, then leave it.” Stated the red head to the blond, telling her what options she had.

“I think that I am going to check his diaper right now so that I will know one way or the other.” Announced the blond. The blond then began to unfasten the tapes on my diaper and then she pulled it down and allowed the front of my diaper to lay open flat. The blond began to feel the inside of my diaper for signs of soaking wetness. Seeing no real obvious signs of wetness, she decided to pull my diaper back up and refasten the tapes.

The two women then unstrapped me and the red head then picked me up and carried me back up the short stair case and out through the door to the diaper pen.

Once out there, the red head carried me over to one of the piles that had been there since

1983. It had all sorts of old vintage disposable diapers still in it and some of them were really thick still. The red head walked right up to the pile and then gave me a good heave into the pile. I flew through the air for a second or two and then came to rest about mid way down from the top.

As I landed, I was enveloped and swallowed by the pile. The two women then made their way to the gate and then unlocked it. They then stepped through it and then closed and relocked the gate again. The two women then walked away and left for the night. The sun had almost gone down now and it was getting darker and darker by the minute.  It felt so nice to be in the pile of old, formerly wet, disposable diapers that I was starting to get real comfortable, as I laid in the pile, under all of those diapers. Then my penis got really stiff under my diaper. So I did what I usually did; I humped my diaper until I came tons.

I rubbed my diaper back and forth against all of the diapers that I was laying on.

My diaper’s plastic back sheet crinkled loudly as I moved back and forth, up and down.

Once I had came, I simply relaxed into a slump and then fell asleep soundly.

It wasn’t until something startled me, that I woke up and found myself strapped to another exam table, where there were lots of people walking around, back, and forth, doing their jobs. Out of nowhere, a rather busty looking old woman, came over to me, stood between my legs and began to unfasten the tapes of my diaper.

Once she had unfastened my diaper, she pulled it out from under me and set it onto my chest, with the inside of the diaper, facing my skin. My diaper was soaking wet now and the older woman was just getting ready to diaper me in several, old, diaper-service, cloth diapers. She was just folding the diapers up so that they would fit me right before she came over to me, lifted my butt a little, and then she slid the cloth diapers under me.

She then pulled the soft, bulky, thick cloth diapers up between my legs and then she began the process of fastening them onto me. Instead of using diaper pins though, she was going to use some type of special waterproof tape that was made exactly for fastening cloth diapers. She began to peel some of the tape off of the roll, tearing some of the tape, into long strips; long enough to be attached near the middle of the top edge of my cloth diaper on both sides. Once she had the strips of tape securely stuck to the back of my diapers, she began pulling them to the front of the diaper, pressing them down in a rolling, and smoothing motion, using the tips of her nimble and experienced fingers.

Once my diapers were completely and securely fastened, she walked away for a little while, leaving me still strapped to the exam table in just my cloth diapers.

It wasn’t too long before the older woman and some one else came over to the exam table and then took up positions down at my feet.

“Wow! He sure looks good in cloth diapers! I want you to get him ready to take over there to the baby display case over there, and then once you get there, lock him in room number………let me see…………………..( looking at his list)……….room number two. After that, I want you to go and gather up a few disposable diapers for him, from anywhere in the diaper pen, to change him into if he needs changing, ok?” Instructed the

man who was standing next to the older woman who had diapered me.

“Not a problem! What happens to him if no one buys him?” Asked the older woman

“I will tell you later, when all of the diaper company representatives, leave.” Stated the other woman. “Sure! Fine! What ever you say.” Said the older woman, going over to me and unstrapping me from the exam table, lifting me up and off of the table, then setting me onto my feet, then grabbing my right hand, she then led me over to one of the empty display rooms, that resembled a hand ball court without the court type floor in it.

The little room was just big enough for a crib, a changing table, and three rather large, wide, sixty gallon sized diaper pails. One of the pails had a sign on it that read; “cloth diapers only” carefully panted on it. The second pail also had a sign painted on it that read; “disposable diapers only” on it. The third pail had a sign painted on it that read;

“Dirty baby clothes only” on it. The older woman quickly opened the thick, white, painted metal door, and then she lifted me up, carried me the three steps to the crib’s side and then she lifted me over the crib’s side and then she laid me down, into the crib on my back. Then the woman lowered the crib’s top that looked just like the sides of the crib

And then locked it. She then turned around and then walked out of the room, closing and locking the door behind her. The display case had a large, thick picture window that went from wall to wall and floor to ceiling, like that of a racket ball court at a gym.

The room was only eight feet by six feet. The room had white painted drywall on the sides and back and the large window at the front. The room was also soundproof too.

The little strip of rooms each had cribs, changing tables and three large, tall and wide diaper pails in them.

In the long strip of rooms, there were ten rooms. These rooms were used to display babies to potential buyers. The sales all went on like an auction. Each baby was bid on and the sale went to the highest bidder.

Once a baby was sold, the auctioneer would ask the buyer what type of diaper they preferred that the baby wore. Then that baby would be taken over to another area of the dump, out of sight, and washed, dried, diapered and dressed according to the buyer’s wishes. Then the baby is put into a stroller and then rolled to the new owner.

Then the new owner is issued a deed of sorts, and a receipt thus finalizing the sale.

The new owner then takes their baby and leaves.

Any of the babies that weren’t sold, are kept for at least three more auctions.

If those babies still can’t be sold, those babies are either taken over to the permanent area of the dump where they become permanent property of the dump, or they get rented out by the dump to anyone who wants to rent them.

When a baby starts to get too big, that baby is taken over to a special machine and put into it. The machine then shrinks that baby down to the specified size and age that they want that baby to be. Then the baby is taken out of the machine and then taken over to another type of machine used to reprogram the babies, and that baby is put into a chair, inside of the machine and strapped into it. Then the machine is closed while the reprogramming takes place. When the red light turns to green, the door is opened and the baby is taken out. Then the baby is then allowed to toddle around inside of the diaper pen until he or she is needed, wanted, or some one comes to play nasty and dirty games with them. If the dump decides to take a baby, dressed in a cloth diaper, over to the flushing house, the baby and six toilet bowls worth of cloth diapers and onesies are loaded up into the toilet and then during the third load and toilet bowl full, the baby is put into the toilet.

Then the lid is lowered and locked so that the baby can’t get out. Then the toilet is flushed manually, using a large and long, special lever on the tank. Once the bowl has cleared, the rest of the cloth diapers and onesies are loaded into the bowl and then they are flushed as well. The pipes rush the loads of diapers, onesies, and babies, to another diaper processing facility where they shred and grind the cloth diapers, onesies and the diapers that the babies are wearing at that time, into tiny little fibers, so that the fibers can be mixed with paper pulp so that it can become padding for disposable diapers.

The cloth diaper dump can also have the diapers collected by the cloth diaper processing company using their side loading diaper collection truck, driven by a man and a woman.

Now, it was almost time for the auction to start. There were hundreds of potential buyers there, all gathering in front of the display rooms with the babies in them.

I couldn’t hear what the people were saying as they pointed and commented on me and how I looked. Then, everyone suddenly turned away and then went over to sit at the bleachers that were set up for them. Then, the owner of the dump came out and then walked over to a podium that had a microphone attached to it. He then began the auction.

It sure didn’t take long at all before the crowd of potential buyers became frenzied as they all tried to bid on each of us babies that were in each of the display rooms.

During the next two hours, I had wet my cloth diapers a lot and they had started to leak out onto the plastic mattress. My diaper was now a little cold and a little wet. Before long, the auction was over and all of the people that had showed up had taken their babies and left. It was about another hour before some one came to my room to get me out.

In that hour, I had wet my diapers yet again. Now my diapers were heavy, cold and wet.

They drooped heavily with wetness. All of a sudden, the door opened and the older lady and the other lady had come to get me out of there.

The older lady came over to the crib, reached into her apron’s front pocket, then pulled out a ring of keys. She then used one to open the top of the crib I was in. She raised the top and propped it open. Then she reached down to feel my diapers.

“Oh……..My…….god! He is soaking wet! Well…….. (sighing)…….lets get you out of here and over to the diaper changing table so that we can change your diaper…….ok sweetie?” “Up you go……..there. Here we go.” Said the older woman as she lifted me out of the crib, setting me down onto my feet and then grasping me by the right hand and leading me over to the same changing table that I woke up on earlier.

The two women talked a little bit about what they might do to me since I hadn’t been sold today. They started to talk about another baby that had been here for a very long time and had not sold yet. They wondered if that baby girl was going to be taken over to the permanent side or be flushed down one of the toilets as the policies dictated.

Once we all were standing at the foot of the exam table, the older lady lifted me up onto the table while the younger lady forced me to lie down onto my back so that the two of them could strap me down. Once they had finished with that, the older woman went over to the little pile of formerly worn, disposable diapers and picked one up. She then carried it over to me and then she began to unfasten the tapes that held my cloth diapers on.

Once she had unfastened the tapes, she pulled my soaking wet cloth diapers down and then with one stroke, pulled the wet cloth diaper out from under me. She then handed the wet cloth diaper to the younger lady who then, took the diaper over to the cloth diaper shed and tossed them into one of the large wet diaper piles inside. The younger lady then came back to help the older lady get me diapered again. Once the last of the tapes on the formerly worn disposable diaper had been fastened, the two ladies decided to feed me after they unstrapped me from the exam table. Once I was fully unstrapped and lifted down from the exam table and onto my feet, the younger woman took me by my left hand and led me over to the area where they were supposed to feed every baby. The area had another fence around it and inside of the fence, was another small shack, no bigger than an outhouse. The two women opened the gate, took me through, then closed and locked the gate behind them. They then led me over to the door. The younger woman opened the door for us and I was then led through it. The younger woman then followed us through the doorway and down three flights of stairs that led into a room that had two four-person couches with thick, fluffy couch cushions, two padded rocking chairs, four diaper changers, four cribs, and no diaper pails. Instead, there was a large metal thing in the wall near one of the cribs that had a horizontal handle on it. It kind of looked like the door of an old mail box, but the door was at least six foot tall and six foot long. It was made out of stainless steel. It was really shinny too. I didn’t have any idea what that thing was at all. It made me curious. I am sure though…..I was going to find out at some point during my stay here at the diaper dump. Once inside of the room, the older lady went and sat down on one of the couch cushions on the four-person couch and then pulled me onto her lap. She then situated me so that she was able to cradle me in her arms.

Once I was comfortable, the younger woman handed the older lady, my bottle.

The older lady turned the bottle upside down and put the nipple of the bottle into my mouth.

“So, what is going to happen to this little baby? Asked the older woman to the younger woman.

“He is going to stay here for the next two more auctions and if he doesn’t sell by the third auction, we have to turn him over to the other department and they will decide what they are going to do with him.” Explained the younger woman.

“what are the baby’s chances of being kept by the other department?” Asked the older woman.

“I have no idea. They do things much differently over there than we do. The babies belong to, them…….they get to do what ever they want to the babies. I’ve worked over there a few times, but never worked directly with any of the babies. I used to sort the diapers that the permanent department got in each day. I would sort the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers and then some one else would come and take the sorted diapers to another section of that department. I only saw babies that came with the diapers and I was told to just put the baby into the cart with the same type of diapers that they were wearing. If the baby was wearing a cloth diaper, I put the baby into the cloth diaper cart, if the baby was wearing a disposable diaper, then I put the baby into the disposable diaper cart. The carts were then taken away and I never saw the babies again.”

Said the young woman, talking to the older woman.

“What if I bought the baby from the dump before he is turned over?” Asked the older woman still cradling me and feeding me my bottle.

“That’s still an option. But the dump will charge whatever they choose. They may get him for free, but they don’t give their babies away for free” Said the younger woman.

“The only way you are going to get some answers to those questions……is to transfer over to the other side. They just happen to have a position open for diaper care tech.

You would have lots of one to one contact with the babies in your charge” Explained the younger woman.

“I will just have to think about it first. I get paid pretty well right now, doing what I am doing. Although, I would…………like a more permanent job.

My other job that I have, is at another orphanage, taking care of four different babies,

And washing all of their clothes and diapers, if they use cloth diapers, of course.

But I think that I am going to quit…that job, and try to get this other one, here at the dump. I like working with the babies here, a little better.” Explained the older woman

Looking down at my bottle. The milk was now all gone. It was now time to put me down for a short nap, So that I would be rested up for when some one else needed me or wanted to use me and my diapers in their next project.

“Hey…..what do they call the people over there….you know…..on the other side?”

Asked the older woman.

They call the workers over there; Diapermen and Diaperwomen, why? Asked the younger woman.

“Oh, I just wanted to know how it would sound when some one described me and my job…that’s all.” Stated the older woman.

“Here, will you watch over him for a little while so that I can go over there and apply for that position that is open right now?” asked the older woman.

“Sure……but I may need your help a little while later…..when he wakes up, so that I can change his diaper. You never know just who will want or need him next.” Stated the younger woman, taking hold of me, lifting me up and into my little crib, and then tucking some soft blankets around me. It wasn’t very long before I drifted off to sleep in the crib all nice and comfortably tucked into my crib. About four hours go by and before I know what is going on, I wake up to my diaper being unfastened while I was laying on the changing table, strapped down so that I wouldn’t roll off.

“Good afternoon baby……did you sleep well?” asked the older lady.

“Its time to get you ready for today’s demonstration. They are going to do all sorts of dirty things to you and your diapers during the demonstration.” Explained the older woman.

“Now, I am going to diaper you in a very thick disposable diaper for the demonstration.

You will have your diaper opened up a few times so that it can soak up all of the foaming diaper dirtier that it can. They also want to demonstrate how the diaper dirtier works.

It’s like a washer but it does the opposite duty. It dirties your diapers for you. If we need you in some dirty diapers for some reason, we can just put some of your cloth diapers into the cloth diaper machine and we can even put some of your disposable diapers into another machine, just for disposable diapers. These machines were invented by a woman who needed to punish her baby with dirty diapers because her baby wouldn’t wet his diapers all of the time. So she decided to create a way to dirty her baby’s diapers for him.” Explained the younger woman.

“Now, we use her invention to, dirty diapers for all sorts of things. Sometimes, people want to dirty up the baby’s diapers right before they dispose of them in the trash. Some people will use the machine to dirty some diapers so that they can go out and buy a different brand because they don’t like the brand that they have.” Said the younger woman, explaining how the machine is used. “Well, it’s time to get him diapered for the demonstration. The boss wants us to use these diapers right here in this package right here. These diapers are already nice and thick but we are going to make them even thicker, using diaper doublers. Then, according to the orders that I have here, we are supposed to take him out of the machine, and then change him into some cloth diapers.

Then we give him back to the demonstrator so that they can put him into the cloth diaper machine.  Then, we are to take one of these disposables from the package, and put that diaper over the cloth diapers. Then we have to take him over to the diaper pen, and leave him there until the next time some one needs him.” Explained the younger woman to the older woman.

“Ok, take him over there to the demonstration changer and laid him down on it. I will strap him down to it and then we have to go over to the cloth diaper storage area and begin to get the cloth diapers ready for the cloth diaper dump. The boss told me that the cloth diaper dump might call and let us know if they are going to pick these diaper up or not. If they call and say that they don’t want them, the cloth diapers are to go over there to the permanent disposal department. We just call them and tell them that there are some diapers here for pickup. They will come and take them away.” Said the younger woman.

“Alright baby, here we go, come on.” (Grabbing my hand and escorting me over to the demonstration area.) “Be a good boy for the demonstrators or they will call us to come and get you. If we have to come get you…..they will want us to punish you. Our punishments are harsh to your diapers and you.” Explained the older woman talking to me.

“Ok, baby, up………………….you go. There. We are going to get you into a nice, fresh, clean disposable diaper now. Ok, now….lay down for me like a good baby.

There…………..Great.”  “Hey, Janice, can you come over here and do his diaper change for me? Thanks.” Asked the younger woman.

As Janice began to change my diaper, the crowd began to file in and take their seats.

The announcer was getting ready to talk to the crowd of people that was just sitting down.  Janice was just starting my diaper change now……..she unfastened the tapes on each side of my diaper, then pulled the front down and laid it open flat on the changer.

She then pulled the wet diaper out from under me and tossed it into a diaper pail for disposable diapers only. She then opened up the fresh, clean, new disposable diaper that she had bent down and took out of the open package, next to the changer.

She opened up the back wings of the thick, white, crinkly diaper. Then she lifted my butt while she slid the diaper under me before she laid my butt into the thick and fluffy disposable. The liner of the new diaper felt like a papery silk and the thickness of the diaper felt like I was wearing a comforter with all of its quilting.

Janice then opened a drawer and pulled out six diaper doublers and then closed the drawer. She then began to situate the thick diaper doublers inside of my diaper starting from back to front. She put two doublers in the back, two doublers in the middle and two doublers in the front before she opened the front wings and then pulled my new diaper up between my legs. She then smoothed the wings out so that she could fasten each tape onto the front of my diaper. Once both tapes were fastened, she inserted her index fingers into my leg elastics and ran them along the length so that the elastics were pointing outwards. Then, she did one last check to make sure she didn’t forget anything, then she walked away and went over to the cloth diaper storage to start taking the cloth diapers out of the storage room, and get them into the plastic trash carts that were being used to transport the diapers to the diaper collection truck that may or may not come.

Then…….The announcer stepped up to the front of the little stage so that the whole crowd could see and hear him. “Ladies and gentleman, mothers, fathers, baby care techs,

And diaper care techs; Welcome to our demonstration. Today, we are going to show you a new type of machine that will make your diapering duties a little easier for you.

We all have had to do laundry right? Well, this is the opposite of laundry.

Ok, have you ever had to throw away a whole lot of brand new cloth diapers or unused disposable diapers when you dispose of your baby? I know I have. I hate to waste the diapers too, until I found one of these……………It’s the DD 5000! I looks just like a washer but it does the exact opposite of wash…it dirties. It also has a few other features as well. It will also recycle your disposable diapers so that you don’t have to throw them away. You’d only have to throw the baby away. We have two machines here, one for disposable diapers only………………and the other one is for cloth diapers and other cloth items that you may have. The cloth diaper dirtier, will dirty any cloth item that you put into it. You can even put your baby, dressed in a cloth diaper into it. In the course of this demonstration, we are going to show you how these two machines work. Then, by the time we are done, if you don’t want to try one or two of these machines out in your home, we will come and collect all of your diaper trash for free for a whole month.

Yep………that’s right! You heard me, a whole 30 days! Explained the Announcer, talking to the crowd of interested people. “We will even buy you each a pack of your favorite disposable diapers, just for showing up here today.”

Now, I have a test subject laying here on this changer. He is wearing a very thick disposable diaper, that is clean and dry, and it has diaper doublers in it.

In a few minutes, I am going to load the disposable diaper dirtier, with a lot of clean disposable diapers that have been opened up so that they will be exposed, and then I am going to load the baby into the machine, with his diaper on. I am going to open his diaper, and show you that his diaper is clean and dry first, before I load him up.

Then, while the machine is going, you all can come over and watch the machine, make the once clean diapers, dirty. The diapers will come out completely dry but they will smell dirty and look a little dirty after they come out.” Explained the announcer.

Then, some one came over to the front of the machine with a cart load of clean, open disposable diapers and then began to load them into the machine, like loading a washing machine. Then, once the machine was loaded, Janice came over to where I was, and then began to unstrapp me from the changer, pick me up off of the changer, and then she carried me over to the opening of the machine. She then laid me down on the door so that she could unfasten my diaper’s tapes to show the crowd that I was wearing a fresh, clean, disposable diaper with six diaper doublers in it.

Once she was done showing me and my diaper off to the crowd, she pulled the front of my diaper back up between my legs and then refastened the tapes.

She then inserted me feet first into the opening of the machine. She then quickly closed the door and it made a clicking sound, telling everyone that it had locked.

Then the Announcer told everyone that it was now time to start the machine.

Then Janice turned some of the knobs, then she pushed a button and the machine began to fill up with white, stinky foam. The foaming gel was just all sorts of old diaper gels that was sold with the machines and that had at some point, been collected by the diaper recyclers and then sold off to this company that makes this machine. This company then took the gels and then added some other stuff that turned the gels, into foam when they came into contact with water vapor or mist.

“Now, ladies and gentleman, the machine will only take twenty minutes to do a full load.

The machine also shoots a misty vapor all over the load of diapers and, in this case, the baby and his diapers too.

The diapers will smell wet, but be perfectly dry, the same way they went in.

This way, you can take your baby, and get him or her diapered for disposal.”

“This Misty vapor is the same one that activates the foaming action of the gels.” Explained the announcer.

Meanwhile, as the diapers and I bounced around inside of the machine, getting misted, with the urine smelling vapor and being immersed in dirty diaper foam, there was a little crowd of people, crowding around the picture window that was in the door of the machine. They were pointing and watching the diapers and I get tossed around as the tumbler turned around and around.

Twenty minutes later, the machine stopped, and the buzzer outside alerted everyone that the load of diapers and the baby were done. Janice then went over to the door of the machine I was in and then opened it. She pulled me out first, and then laid me onto a rolling diaper changer. She then strapped me down to that table and then began to unfasten the tapes of my diaper. She then pulled the front of my diaper down and laid it open flat so that everyone could see the inside of my now dirty diaper.

Everyone that came near me could smell the urine-like smell that I was coated with, and that my diaper had absorbed.

“Ok, now. The baby now has a soft, dry, wet smelling dirty diaper on. He and his diaper is ready for disposal. Now, I am going to allow my assistant here, to get this baby diapered in some fresh, clean, white, cloth diapers for our next demonstration.

While we all wait, we will get you all set up with the pack of disposable diapers, of your choice.” While Janice went over to the cloth diapers that had been set aside for the demonstration, that were in one of the drawers in the diaper changer that was just behind the stage, some couple came over to me and began to smell me, and my disposable diaper that was laying open on my changer. They then began to touch me, running their open palms across my diapering area, to check it for signs of wetness.

Janice came over to the rolling changer with a round laundry basket full of fresh, white, clean, cloth diapers and began to change me into some of them. She put the basket down,

Right at her feet and then went to work, pulling my disposable diaper out from under me, tossing the now wet disposable diaper, into the same diaper pail as the first one that she took off of me. Then she took three diaper-service cloth diapers, from the basket, and then lifted my bottom, then slid the three cloth diapers under me. She then reached under the changer, onto some shelves, and pulled out a roll of waterproof tape, to hold my diapers on with, while I was in the machine.

The couple that had touched me were now watching Janice as she prepared me for the next show. They pointed and mumbled and pointed some more.

Then Janice was done with my diaper change, and she then lifted me from the changer, and then carried me over to the opening of the other machine. I was promptly loaded into this machine and while Janice backed out of the way, the younger woman that had gone over to the cloth diaper storage room, began to load the machine with all of the clean, white, cloth diapers from a cart that she herself, had loaded not ten minutes ago.

Janice kept loading and stuffing the handfuls of diapers into the machine.

Inside of the machine, the diapers were all being packed into the tumbler, and were all sitting on my lap, in a pile so high, it went up to my head.

Then, once there were no more diapers to load, Janise closed and locked the machine’s door with a click. Then she turned a few knobs, and then pushed the start button.

Then warm dirty wash water from earlier wash loads, began to fill the tumbler.

Once the water level was reached, the tumbler began to turn around in steady revolutions.

The once clean, white cloth diapers were now becoming dirtier, and dirtier with every turn of the tumbler. The water smelled like wet diapers that had been left for a couple of days in a diaper pail.

Then, about ten minutes later, some really sticky foaming gel began to fill the tumbler.

The foaming gel was beginning to make the diapers dry out faster, so that they would be as dry as they went in. the foaming gel was also making the diapers super fluffy and soft too. The sticky foaming gel was a bluish color at first, and then it became white, like shaving gel when activated. It had now completely covered everything inside of the tumbler, so that no one could see me from the outside. Then, the tumbler stopped and the load was now perfectly dry, just the same way that they had been put into the machine.

After all of the sticky foam disappeared, the door was opened and Janice had come to pull me out and show me off to the crown of people who were eagerly awaiting the results. Janice pulled me out first, carried me over to her rolling diaper changer and then she laid me down on my back, and began to allow people from the crowd to come over and examine my diapers. People from the crowd then began to poke and rub the front of my diaper as well as smell it so that they could see, touch, smell and look at the current condition of my cloth diaper. After a while, the crowd began to disperse a little bit but now mostly the buyers were hanging around so that they could buy the two machines for their house holds. I was of course, unstrapped, taken off of the rolling changer, and then taken over to have my cloth diaper, changed.

I was still kind of sleepy, from the nice, warm afternoon sun, beating down on me that afternoon. Janice carried me over to another diaper changer just behind the stage that the sales demo was taking place on. She then strapped me down again then went over to some piles of disposable diapers that were, again, rather thick. She picked one up from the pile and carried it over to where I was laying. Janice was just getting ready to unfasten the tape that was holding my cloth diapers on when the younger woman came over to Janice holding a sheet of paper that had orders on it, from the owner of the dump.

“Hey there Janice. I just got these orders from the owners of the dump. The orders say that the dump is keeping the baby and not going to sell him. They are going to have the some one from the permanent side, come over here and get him. Then he will not be seen over here again. You can go in there to see him any time, I hear, but you can’t take him out of there without paying some sort of rental fee.” Stated the younger woman to Janice.

“The perm side will also come over here with a dump truck and load it with all of the diapers that are going to be kept at the dump instead of being recycled. Once they are done loading the dump truck, they will drive that truck into the automated gates and then the gates will close and no one will ever see those diapers or that baby again, unless of course you go into the perm-area and some one there…………..lets you see him.” Explained Grace, the dump manager. “When is my baby going to the perm-area?”

Asked Janice. “some time in the next 24 hours….it might be at night, or it might be some time tonight or even tomorrow morning at the latest.” Stated Grace.

“What do I have to do to prepare the baby for this?” Asked Janice.

“Well, they are going to send out a memo with care instructions and preparation instructions as well. They should have that out by now.” Stated Grace.

“I will go back to the in-box and check for any new memos for you.” Said Grace.

Grace then leaves while Janice completes my diaper change.

Once I am changed into the unused but formerly worn, thick, disposable diaper,

Janice unstrapps me and then carries me over to the diaper pen where I had been taken from much earlier. Janice opened the gate to the diaper pen, then she carried me through then she closed the gate behind her. She then carried me over to a pile of disposable diapers that had been made several days ago and then she laid me down onto it, down near the base.

“I don’t want you to be walking around too much and I want you to stay with this pile so that some one can find you easier.” Said Janice. Now I will be back to get you prepared for the perm-area care tech to come and get you. I will have to change your diaper and make you wear what……..THEY want you to wear. Once you are diapered I will also have to follow their instructions on how they want you. If they want you and your diapers to be dirty, then I will just have to run you and some diapers through the diaper dirtier. If they want you in cloth diapers, then I will get you diapered in cloth diapers, if they want you in cloth diapers AND……disposable diapers, then that’s how you get diapered.

I will soon know also if they want you to be awake or asleep when they come and get you. Grace is going to get the memo that they sent out and then I will soon have to change you again. But for now, I am told to leave you in here, until it’s time to get you prepped.” Explained Janice, telling me what to expect.

Janice then walked back over to the gate; she then opened the gate and then closed it and latched it so that I couldn’t get out. All of the little baby girls had sold at the auction that was held at the beginning of that day. I was the only one left that had come in nearly four days ago. A few minutes later, a rather long truck backed up to the diaper pen and began to dump its super large load of diapers, cloth diapers, onesies, plastic pants, baby clothes,

Four diapered babies, two other baby boys, and two baby girls. Once the truck was empty, the truck pulled away. The truck had dumped the load into the diaper trough that takes the diapers into the diaper sorting area right before the diapers, and babies are put into the diaper pen. It wasn’t long before the babies and a lot of disposable diapers were put into the pen. One of the baby girls was wearing four layered cloth diapers and a really thick disposable diapers with pink stripes that ran the length of her diaper from front to back, along the edges of her diaper’s padding. Her diapers were so thick, that she couldn’t walk at all. The other baby girl had on a rather large and bulky disposable diaper that went up to her tiny boobs. Her diaper also sagged a lot between her legs and looked like it had been through a rather dirty compactor or something.

The other baby boy was wearing a similar type of disposable diaper as one of the baby girls. His diaper went all the way up to his arm pits and sagged a lot between his legs too.

The three babies also had some type of tags around their arms that said where they had come from. A short while later, it had again become dark out and all of the machines that were at work during the day, were now being shut down for the night. The night shift was just coming in and getting all suited up.

As the night shift got their instructions and orders given to them, the four of us babies waited in the diaper pen until some one was going to come and deal with us.

Janice and Grace had now left and went home. It was only the night shift now that was on duty. A couple of women, who I’ve never seen, were standing just outside of the gate to the diaper pen, with their radios clipped to their apron pockets. They were just talking and gossiping as two women do sometimes. Then, one of them reached into their apron pocket and took out a pen then she reached over to one of the changing tables and retrieved a clipboard that had several orders