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The Diaper Man Said-Chapter 3


	The Diaper Man Said-Chapter 3 The Perm-Area: The now full trash truck, waited for the automated gates to open before it drove through and continued down the dirt road. The dirt road was long and a little rutty and curvy too.The truck drove to the end of the dirt road, then slowed down, and then stopped. A flagger directed the truck to its dumping site. The truck then drove to the site, stopped, and then backed up. The driver and his female partner backed right up to the edge of a rather large pit that had two motorized rollers sticking out on each side of the pit that broke the packed piles up and separated the diapers out so that they could be forced through the pit and onto a conveyor belt for sorting. The small trash truck that was only used for collecting wet diapers and an occasional baby or two, began to dump its load of diapers and the baby boy, into the pit. Once the truck’s container was empty, it drove away and left. I fell into the pit and was forced between two medium speed motorized roller wheels that separated me from the compacted pile of diapers that was in the truck.I was then flung through the two wheels and then ended up on a conveyor belt already full of diapers from all of the loads that other trucks had dumped. The conveyor belt was really slow for some reason. It felt like it was only moving at 5 miles an hour or so, barely creeping along as it carried the diapers and I over to the sorting area. It took the belt twenty minutes to bring me up for sorting at the speed that it was going. Once I came up into the air and light, from the enclosed pit, a woman that was standing there, sorting the diapers, took me off the belt and put me into a grey cart with a lid on it. The cart already had been filled with a lot of disposable diapers that had been sorted and separated from all of the others on the conveyor belt. The diapers that were left on the conveyor belt were being taken over to a place where they would be stored until some one wanted or needed them again for something. Now, the local diaper factory, owned this part of the dump so they had all of their seconds, thirds and all of their internally used products, brought here and kept here for good. Here at the Perm area, there were pits, lined with thick, clear plastic, where they dumped the sorted diapers that had been left on the conveyor belt. These diapers were kept in these pits so that some one who wanted to diaper a baby in one or use some of the diapers from the pit as research products, or if one of the scientists that have been assigned to the Perm-Area to check to see that the diapers are still wearable.I was left in the cart for a long time before some one came over to the cart and began to push it away. Who ever it was that was pushing the cart, rolled it over to a rather large, solid roomthen the cart stopped rolling. All of a sudden, the top came off and was set down in a corner of the large room with no windows in it. This room looked a lot like what a jail or prison looked like but absolutely NO windows in it. There was a white crib that had a few formerly wet disposable diapers in it. I was picked up from under my arms and put into the adult sized crib. Then, the hinged lid was put down and locked. The person that had pushed the cart into the room had now joined the diapering team that had assembled in that room. “Ok, team members, listen up. This new baby that we just got is not to go without a diaper change at any time. It doesn’t matter if you put a previously wet diaper on him or one that is fresh and clean. As long as you put the right type of diaper on him for what you are going to do to him. The rules are not up for negotiation. Now……..we have this baby for ever……he is not going anywhere. Diaper care techs, I need you to stay on top of the diaper changes, and if the diaper is washable or at least rinse able, please make sure that the diapers are taken care of. I also want this baby to not have to go without a bottle, if he wants one. In fact, I am going to put him on a feeding schedule just to make sure. Now, The Diaper Man said, he wants to use his new baby boy, at his diaper service during the week so that he can test fit the cloth and disposable diapers. He offers customers the option to purchase previously wet disposable diapers to businesses like factories, labs, orphanages, and special diaper schools too. He also offers us, the option to diaper his baby in nothing but cloth diapers from his service if he wants us to. However, for now, we are going to continue to use the diapers fromhis Perm-Area site. The Diaper Man has just bought this area and is in the process of changing the name. When he does change the name, he will let us know. Now, I want everyone that changes this baby’s diapers, to write down how many diapers he is going through every hour of every day and why. Even those people who use the baby to complete their duties. I want the diaper logs to go wherever the baby goes. In fact, I want everyone to sign him in and out too, if they come to use him.” Explained the lead diaper care specialist. “Now, is everyone clear on everything? Are there any questions?” Asked the lead diaper care specialist. “Ok then. I want this baby’s diaper to be as thick as possible at all times. Now, I will go and bring back all of the orders and rules for this baby in a couple of hours. The diaper man wants the baby ready to be used by anyone in less than 20 minutes…….let’s get busy.” Ordered the Lead diaper care specialist. Then the lead diaper care specialist walked away and went over to his Office to call the new owner of the Perm-Area to get the orders and rules for his newest baby. The diaper man owns a full service diaper service. He bought the Perm-Area so that he could offer the previously wet disposable diapers as “Punishment Diapers” or for industrial uses like in recycling and in demonstrations. This was so that who ever diapered his baby in these diapers, wouldn’t be wasting fresh, clean diapers for something that is just going to either destroy the diapers or get them really, really dirty anyway. He offered the use of his baby boy for a nominal rental fee too along with an order of diapers. So, if some one was going to demonstrate how the diaper recycling process worked, they could use his baby and as many disposable diapers as they wanted. The diapers and the baby would be brought over to where ever the customer wanted the diapers and the baby by truck or they could take the baby themselves if they wished. But the only rule he had was that on weekends, he didn’t want his baby to go anywhere except any where around the Perm-Area and he wants anyone who is employed there at his area, to be able to either take the baby home with them, to use at their homes for anything they needed to have done, as a privilege of working for him. He also wants any cloth diapers that he sends to his area, that are no longer usable as diapers, to be sorted into three groups; wiping rags, wash rags, and flushables.Whatever is considered flushable, is to be placed over at the flushing stations and is to be used on any baby that is going to be flushed down their special toilets. Back at the baby boy’s new nursery, the diapering team was busy, getting the baby ready to be used by anyone there. Back at the lead diaper care specialist’s office, the phone was ringing. It was the Diaper man calling to ask that his new baby’s nursery get decorated and painted, and that he wanted to make sure that the diaper chutes for both the disposable diapers and the cloth diapers were not full. If they were full, he wanted some one to go and make sure that any of the cloth diapers that were needing to be soaked, washed and rinsed, got done, and any of the disposable diapers got sent out to dry under the sun. He also wanted to make sure that if anyone came over to the baby’s nursery, asking to use him, that one of the baby’s diaper care techs went with him so that they could diaper him however, that person wanted. He also asked that they keep the baby diapered in either cloth diapers or disposable diapers, whichever type they wanted until some one came and needs the baby diapered in something else. Once the Diaper man hung up the phone, The lead diaper care specialist typed up the orders on his Caregiver sheet and printed them out. Then he went out of his office and over to the baby’s Nursery to post the New orders on the corkboard. Once he was done with that, he got on his walkie-talkie, and informed every one on the diapering team, of the new orders and where they were posted. Then he went back to his office to finish up his large amount of paperwork. My diaper care tech was busy getting my supply of diapers arranged in my changing table. The changer was like a dresser, with drawers in the front and the changer part on the top. Once all of the drawers were stocked and labeled with what type of diapers that were in each of the drawers, my diaper care tech came over to the crib I was in and then unlocked the top. She then pushed the top up and made sure it was not going to fall. She then reached in and pulled me out, inserting her hands into my armpits.I was then carried over to the changer and laid onto my back. I was promptly strapped down so that I didn’t roll off, then she inserted her two index fingers on both hands, into the leg elastics of my diaper to feel for wetness. She found that my diaper wasn’t wet much, so she decided to change it anyway. The orders that had been posted also stated how each diaper that was changed, was supposed to be dealt with. She read that she was to log how wet the diaper was, when it was changed, and how the diaper was handled or dealt with. She then came over to me again and began to unfasten the tapes. Once she had pulled the diaper down and it was laying open flat and exposed, she pulled it out from under me and then she went over to the new clipboard that had the diaper change log on it and began to write down the information on the log. Then, she went across the room to one of the pull-down diaper chute doors, she then put the diaper into the door and then she let the door close back up. There were still quite a few other disposable diapers left inside of the chute, left over from another baby before this one. The chute was not quite full yet but was going to need to be emptied soon. Then my diaper care tech came back over to me and then opened one of the drawers that had cloth diapers in it. She took out three clean, white, and fluffy, cloth diapers from the drawer and then she closed the drawer. She then began to fold the cloth diapers, one at a time so that she could layer the diapers for thickness. Then she lifted my butt up and then slid the diapers under me. She then pulled the front of the diapers up between my legs. She then opened another drawer that had some kind of white, waterproof tape that she used to hold my cloth diapers on with. She then took a roll out and then she closed the drawer while she took long strips of tape from the roll and began to place it onto my diapers like the disposables have on them. Then once my diapers had been taped on me, my diaper care tech unstrapped me and then she picked me up and then she set me down onto the floor on my feet. “Now stay here for a minute while I clean up the changer.” Said my diaper care tech. She then went over to the changer and began to put the tape and the rest of the stuff away before she came back over to me. Just as she came over to me and was about to put me in my crib, a man in a brown jump suit came into the nursery.“Hi. Can I help you? Asked my care tech. “Yes, I am here to sign the baby out because I have a ton of cloth diapers that need to be flushed down the toilet. I was told by his owner that I could use him. I will go to the water plant down the street and get him back from there after I am done.” Stated the man in the jump suit. “Ok, if it has been ok’d by the baby’s owner, then I guess it would be alright. Is there any certain type of diaper that you want him to be wearing for this? Asked my diaper care tech. “Yes. He should be diapered in just some cloth diapers and if you want him to, you can put on a onesie if you feel like it. I would rather he be in just his diapers, but it’s up to you.” Stated the man in the brown jump suit. “Well, I guess he is ready for you then. Is he going to be gone long? Asked the diaper care tech. “No, he is not. He will be back in 24 hours and he will be wearing the same diapers too, only the diapers will be really dirty, and they might be a little ripped and torn.” Stated the man in the brown jump suit. “Will he be needing to be changed at all before he gets flushed? Asked my diaper care tech. “Well, he might, so you might want to come with the baby. He might not get flushed though if things all go right.” Said the man in the brown jump suit. “I have to soak, rinse and then flush twenty loads of cloth diapers today and I need a baby to wet some of the diapers so that I’m not going to flush clean diapers down the diaper toilet.” Stated the man. “I have a few new people that I am using to do the flushing, so the baby just might get flushed but I am hoping that he doesn’t. If he does, I will go and get him from the diaper plant” Said the man. After I am done with him, I think the other station will need him too. They have some clean diapers that need to be wet in before they can be dried and then sold to the diaper man’s customers as punishment diapers.” Explained the man. “Well, then, all I need you to do, is sign him out on the clipboard right there by the door, then I will give you a copy of the diaper change report so that you can log all of the diaper changes. The diaper man wants us to do this for him. If the baby gets flushed, you have to report it. You have to explain why he has been flushed and what he was wearing when you flushed him, and if his diapers were wet or dry before you put him into the toilet.” Stated my diaper care tech. “Alright, thanks. Said the man as he signed me out and then took a copy of the diaper change report from my diaper care tech. “Ok, baby, you are now this man’s responsibility. I have to change you only when he wants me to now, so don’t cry….ok?” Said my diaper care tech. “Now, here we go.”Said my diaper care tech as she grabbed my hand and made me walk out of my new nursery, outside, past six small mountain sized piles of disposable diapers, and then past the lead diaper care specialist’s office and over to the flushing house where all of the special toilets, the washing machines, the diaper dirtiers, and the diaper driers all were.The man in the brown jump suit opened the heavy, thick metal door and held it open for me as my diaper care tech let go of my hand and put her hand on my back to push me inside. Once the three of us were inside, the man locked the door and then grabbed my hand and took me over to the back of the flushing house where there was a pile of cloth diapers that went all the way to the vaulted roof. The floor had regular bathroom tile on it and the room looked like an over sized version of the type of bathroom you might find in your local Wal-Mart. The room had stalls that were wider than a handicapped stall and they were longer and deeper too. The doors on the stalls went all the way to the floor and had rubber strips along the bottom edge that kept any water in the stall in case one of the toilets got clogged and overflowed. Each stall had a super sized toilet in it, (large as if you had been shrunk to the size of a Barbie doll, big.) and this was what they used to flush so many cloth diapers and a baby down if they needed to. The man in the brown jump suit went over to the flushing controls on a panel that was lit up with lots of buttons and began to set the mode of the flushing mechanism before he called for the two younger teenaged girls to come and begin loading the toilet with the cloth diapers from the really, really tall pile that I had seen on my way in. The two teen girls came in wearing full clear plastic aprons that would help keep their clothes dry in case they got splashed. “Now girls, I know that you are new at this, but I want you two to know that this baby is not to get flushed. If you forget, it’s alright. After this, I will do you two also. The diapers that you two are wearing and the dresses too. I Need to fill this toilet with as many cloth diapers as you two can get into it. Then, while you two are loading, I am going to get this baby here, nice and dirty and I am going to dirty some of the other cleaner diapers that the diaper man wants flushed. Then, I will bring the baby over to you two and then I want one of you to load him into the toilet and then I need you to close the lid and latch it. Then, Come get me and I will set the soaking timer. Ok?” Explained the man in the brown jump suit, to his two daughters. They both shook their heads yes and then went to work. “If one of you need a diaper change, ask the baby’s diaper care tech to change you. She is in charge of changing diapers.” Stated the man to his daughters. The two teens then began to load the toilet with load after load of cloth diapers as I was guided over to where there was a small pile of clean cloth diapers on the floor. “Here we are, I need to laid you down on this pile of diapers, baby, so that your diaper care tech and I can help you get all of these diapers dirty for us. We are going to make you wet your diaper in a very special way first, and then we are going to make you actually wet your diaper by giving you a special bottle of milk. We might have to unfasten your diapers to help you. Your diaper care tech will be the one who will do this for you, ok baby? Explained the man. “Ok, Now that you are laying down on your back, while your diaper care tech gets to start making you wet your diaper for us in a special way, I am going to get some diaper dirtying chemicals. Then I am going to come back and apply the chemicals to your diapers. Be right back baby.” Stated the man as he went to get the chemicals to put onto my diapers. “Ok baby, the first thing I am going to do to you is, I am going to rub the front of your diapers softly and then I am going to unfasten your diapers and then I am going to rub your penis until you are almost going to cum. Then, I am going to pull your diapers up and refasten them and then finish rubbing you.”Stated my diaper care tech. “Here we go baby, ooh, doesn’t this feel nice? Your diaper is so nice and fluffy too. It’s so nice and thick and soft, that you are going to barely feel it when we soak, rinse and then flush you down the toilet with all of these nice and fluffy cloth diapers. Then, after the diaper man has you and your diapers, you will be sorted and all of the ripped and torn diapers will be taken over to the diaper grinder so that the cloth diapers can be mixed with paper fibers and then made into new disposable diapers.Then any of the diapers that are still usable, are taken over to a rag pile and dropped off there so that they can be packaged and then sold off to diaper labs. Then once they are done packaging the diapers, they are going to rent you out to a lab and the lab is going to use you during their diaper experiments. They will dirty your diapers with all sorts of things including dust, chemicals, gels, foams, mop bucket water, detergents, lotions, powders, spray cans full of stuff, and spray on scents. Now, as the two twin girls load the toilet bowl full of cloth diapers, I am going toMake sure that you are comfy in these diapers.” Explained my diaper care tech rubbing the front of my cloth diaper. “Now baby just sit back and let me get you to cum for me. Then I will hand you over to the twins to have them load you into the toilet.” Stated my diaper care tech reaching into the leg holes of my diaper so as to massage my penis.As my diaper care tech gently massaged my penis, my penis got harder and I began to breathe a little more heavily. In about ten minutes, after my diaper care tech had methodically and rhythmically rubbed and massaged my entire pelvic region, Cum burst from my penis, completely coating the inside of my cloth diapers.Then once I was done and really relaxed, which really was the plan any way, To get me completely relaxed, my diaper care tech did as she had promised; she handed me over to the twin girls so that they could load me into the toilet when they were ready. Now, the twins were already loading the super large toilet bowl full of load after load of cloth diapers. Then it became their break time and their father came into the room to tell them that it was their break time. “Ok girls, time to take a short break. Do any of you need diaper changes?” He asked. “then he took hold of one of his daughters and then flipped up one of their dresses and revealed a pair of printed plastic pants and three layered cloth diapers. He pulled back the elastics of the plastic pants and then thrust his hand down the front of the first daughter’s diaper to feel it for wetness. Of course, it was wet and it needed to be changed. So he took his first daughter over to a diaper changer and began to changer her diaper. He told his daughter that he was going to flush her cloth diapers that had been wet, down the toilet that they had been loading. He also told them since they had been really bad lately; he was going to add to their punishment. He was going to give the two of them a choice; they could be flushed down the same toilet that they had loaded, or they could be compacted in the diaper storage unit. Then, once he had finished diapering his first daughter, he pulled her up and then helped her down from the changer and then led her back over to where she could stand and wait until her sister got checked and changed. The man’s second daughter had been wearing a disposable diaper the whole time and it too was soaking wet. So after he finished checking her diaper, he led her to the same changer. Once he had unfastened her tapes and opened her diaper, he pulled it out from under her and then he tossed it over his shoulder. Then the man went over to the pile of cloth diapers that were destined to be flushed, and took three rather large sized cloth diapers over to the changer. He then began to put the diapers onto his daughter then he couldn’t find any plastic pants so he left her without plastic pants. Then the helped his second daughter down from the changer and then led her over to the toilet. “Ok girls, you two have a choice, you can be flushed down the toilet here, or you can be compacted in the disposable diaper storage container that we keep the disposable diapers in until they dry out. It’s your choice.” The two girls looked at each other while the decided what they wanted to do. Then the two of them both said; We want to be flushed daddy.” Said the two girls to their dad. “Ok, then, that makes things a little easier. I don’t have to change your diapers again and make you wear disposable diapers for the compactor. Now, when it’s time, I am going to come over to each one of you, and strip you down to just your cloth diapers. Then I am going to toss your onesies and your little pink and your yellow silky dresses into the toilet then I am going to load one of you first then I am going to flush the toilet. Then I am going to reload the toilet with more diapers, and then I am going to load the next one into the toilet and then flush the toilet. Now, I can either flush you, Sandy or I can flush you Mandy, first. Which one of you will go first?” Asked their dad. “I will.” Stated Sandy. So her father went over to her and then using a permanent marker, lifted her dress up and marked on the back of her diaper. He put a small number “1” near the waistline. Then he went over to the other daughter and then pulled her plastic pants down for a second and then marked a small number “2” in the same place as the other daughter had hers marked. “There. Now, I want you two to finish up with the first part of your punishment. Load the baby boy into the toilet and then finish loading the toilet. Once the toilet is filled up all the way, I want you to tell me so that I can flush the toilet.”Instructed their father. Then once the first load is done, I will strip you Sandy and then put you into the toilet. You will get to soak for a little while until I am done loading the toilet. But now……………..get busy!” demanded their father. So the two girls got busy and continued to load the toilet. Then, a few minutes later, the two girls came over to me and stepped to each side of me. They both helped me up to my feet and then the walked me over to the side of the toilet bowl. Then the two girls grabbed me by each arm and then told me to step into the bowl and then sit down with my back to them. I did so obediently. Then once I was sitting in the cool toilet water, they shoved my feet into the drain a little so that I would get sucked into the drain once the toilet was flushed. Then one of them went back over to the pile of cloth diapers and began to put more and more cloth diapers into the bowl. Then once the bowl was so full that the diapers looked like they were about to spill over the edge, one of the girls went and got their father so that the toilet could be flushed. Once their father came in, he went over to the toilet and then he lowered the toilet lid and then latched it shut. Then he went over to some controlsAnd began to push some buttons on a control panel. Then he set the timer and then pushed the big, glowing red button and then went back to doing his paperwork. I loud ticking sound was coming from the control panel as the timer counted down. Then all of a sudden, water began to flow from around the inside of the bowl. Then the diapers and I in the bowl began to turn and churn slowly at first then it got faster and faster as the water churned faster and faster. Then the drain began to pull diapers down it with a lot of suction. The next thing I know all of the diapers began to cram into the drain and get sucked down. I was pulled into the drain and then diapers began to force themselves against me and press against my shoulders as I got sucked down the drain. Then I was forced into a dark pipe that was crammed with cloth diapers that were moving very fast down the pipe. All of a sudden the pipe ended and all of the diapers and I spilled out into a even larger pipe that had tons of cloth diapers, onesies cloth training pants and some old baby clothes in it. The little bit of water that was there, was in the middle and was not moving much at all but at a trickle. Before too long, the first of the twins had come down the pipe and into the larger pipe. She landed onto a bunch of cloth diapers and her now wet pink dress flew out of the pipe and then smacked against the side of the pipe then slid down and into the center part of the pipe. The little girl began to cry a little to herself as more diapers came down the smaller pipe, landing into the larger pipe. A few minute later, the other twin came down the pipe and landed near her sister in the larger pipe. She was now covered by cloth diapers and her now wet yellow silky dress.The pipe was pretty dark and it smelled like wet cloth diapers. Some time later, after the three of us spent a long time soaking and sitting in the pipe, there was the distinct sound of a large amount of rushing water. Before too long a large wave of rush and gushing water was sent down the pipe so as to flush it out and take whatever was in the pipe to thePlaned destination. After about two hours of being rushed down the pipes, the water spilled out into a very large pool. The pool was full of diapers, onesies, old t-shirts, cloth training pants, a couple of dresses from the two twins and a few plastic pants that were floating around on the top of the water. It wasn’t long before the current in the water took everything into a narrow tunnel that was sucking everything from the pool into it. Then, all of a sudden, the water dropped away and then there was a conveyor belt, carrying the diapers and us babies to be sorted. It wasn’t long after I saw some light that lots and lots of hands were all over me, touching and grabbing and pulling at me and my diaper. I was being pulled this way and that way and then turned around before some one grabbed me and pulled me off of the belt. The person carried me over to another conveyor belt and then they dropped me onto it. The belt whisked me away and into another dark, smelly enclosed part of the belt that was taking everything upwards a little then it went downwards for a little while before it turned sharply. Before too long, there was a little light at the end and as I passed into the light, some one pressed a permanent ink stamp into the back of my diaper as I went by. Then, before too long some, more hands began to take a few diapers off of the belt from all around me. Then before I knew what was happening to me, some one had grabbed my diaper by the waist and was dragging me off of the belt and onto a pile of diapers.The cloth diapers, training pants, onesies, were all going to be hung out to dry in the air until it was time to begin the process of packaging the rags. Then some one came over to the person who had pulled me off of the belt and gave them some instructions before they walked away. “Hey Frank, after these rags are done drying, I want to package them in a box instead of a plastic bag. I am going to put the baby and his diaper into the box too. Then I want to sell this bunch of rags to a store that supplies the labs with their rags. The store is going to take the packages and load them onto a truck and then they are going to be taken to the store and put onto a shelf until some one who works at one of the labs, comes in a buys some rags. Now, hurry up and hang these rags up on the line so that they can dry. Any rags that are not dry in time for packing are going to be shredded up and then sold off to the diaper factories. I don’t care if the baby ends up there, because his diaper haven’t dried, but after his diapers are shredded, we are going to just toss him into the diaper packer machine and then I will have some one who is working at that machine, re-diaper him before he is tossed into the machine for packaging. Now hurry up and get these rags hung……NOW!” Demanded the boss. Then he walked away. The little man began to hang the diapers up onto a very strong clothesline and as each diaper from the pile went up onto the line, the line was moved a little bit so that the next rag could be hung. Before too long, it was time to hang my diapered butt on the line. A special screen that looked like a steel bed frame with steel screen in the bottom, and restraints bolted to each side of it to the bottom part, was put onto the line. Then the man lifted me up and then he forced me to lay down onto my stomach while he placed my arms and legs into the restraints. Once I was strapped in, the large screen was pushed down the line a little ways so that a few more diaper rags could be hung up on the line. Before too long, the line was full of rags and now the pile that had been there was all hung up. Then, all of a sudden, the line began to move and all of the diapers were being taken into a large green machine that the line was attached to. The line took all of the rags into darkness and all of a sudden, the air began to feel warmer and warmer. Before I could figure out what was going on, the diaper rags had been taken into a giant heated drier that was blowing very warm air onto the diaper rags and I. There were little red, glowing things down below and not to far away either. As the line continued along the diaper rags were getting drier and drier then once the line brought us away from that part and the air suddenly cooled, there was an eerie silence except for the occasional squeak from the pulleys above. Then, the line took the diaper rags and I into a large room where the diapers were being taken off of the line and put into another machine that was taking each diaper and poising each diaper for compressing so that they could fit into the box. Once each diaper was taken and set to be compressed, the compressor squished the diapers together and then shoved them into the long blue and white cardboard box with a large picture window about where my diapered body was going to be. The person, who would be shopping at the store, would be able to only see the diapers that I was wearing and nothing else. They would sort of be able to see if my diaper was set or clean or dirty. Then, once the last row of compressed cloth diapers had been shoved into the box, I was taken down from the screen and I was inserted onto a fast moving conveyor belt that took me and whisked me away into more darkness. In a second, I was stopped against a lot of cloth diapers that had some pressure against them on the other side. Then some cloth diapers came and were pressed against my arms and shoulders. All of a sudden, there was more pressure against each side of my body as the diapers were pressed against me like open sheets of printer paper.Then the diapers and I were shoved into the box against all of the other diapers at my feet. I couldn’t move my arms at all but now my diaper was fully dry. It wasn’t clean, but it had been rinsed out just enough that it was ready to be used as a rag. Now after I had been shoved into the box, a bunch more cloth diapers were compressed and then shoved into the box above my head, forming the top row of diapers. Each row had around 100 diapers in it, compressed. Then the box was sealed and then the box was taken and put into a warehouse until it was ordered. Once the order was filled, a shipping company would load the bags and boxes of diapers and then take the order to the store that made the order. Then, after about five hours, an order was called in and the loading began. Lots and lots of diaper ragbags that were purple and white, were loaded onto the large truck first. Then some one with a hand truck came and moved the box I was stuck in, into the truck. Then some more bags were brought into the truck and then stacked against the box I was in. Then the back door was rolled down and closed. The door was then latched and then the truck started up. The truck drove for a long, long time before it stopped, backed up to a loading dock and then it shut off. The door was flung upwards and the packages of diapers were taken off two by two and put into the back area of the store. Then some one came over to the box I was in and began to look at my diaper, wondering if it was still dry or not. Then they asked some one from the truck if they had to change the diaper on the baby. The person from the truck told them that they didn’t need to change the baby in the box. It didn’t really matter if the diaper on the baby was wet or not….the diaper on the baby….was a rag. It was just going to be used as a rag and then who knows what will be done with them after that. The price for this package was printed on the front of the box so there was no need to price it. Just set it up in the store and then let the shoppers do the rest. Then the truck was done unloading and then the door was closed and latched and then the driver got in and started the truck. Then, the truck pulled away and the store’s loading dock doors were closed and locked. A bunch of men working in the back began to bring the new products into the front of the store where needy lab workers were ready to buy them. It wasn’t too long before some one with a hand truck came over to the box I was in and took it to the front and put it in an area where there were at least six other boxes the same size as the one I was in. Then, it all was very quiet for a long time. Before long, I felt my diaper was wet a little and was a little cold. My diaper had leaked onto the diapers below me a little too. Then, it seemed like it had been a whole nightlong silence and then the store opened the next day. Lots of shoppers came and bought stuff that they needed for their work. A small group of women and men came over to the area where my box and the other boxes were and began to decide which of the boxes that they needed. Each box had been marked on the outside of it whether a baby girl or baby boy was inside. The boxes with the girls in them were pink and white while the ones with boys in them were blue and white. They also stated how old the baby inside was and what type of diapers that they were wearing, even though there was a window in the box that showed the diapers on each baby. The group selected a baby girl wearing thick, bulky and saggy disposable diapers, and then they came over to the box I was in and selected it. The box I was in got taken to the people’s small box truck, by the storeowner by hand truck. The box I was in was put right next to the one the baby girl with the disposable diaper on. Once they had what they needed, the doors were closed and the truck started. The truck drove for miles and miles and miles before it slowed down and then stopped.Then the doors were opened and then everything was unloaded and taken into the lab where it was situated for use. The first things to be opened where the purple and white cloth diaper ragbags. The rags were put into carts and prepared for immediate use. Then, the box I was in was dragged over to an area where it was opened. The person, who opened the box I was in, began to pull diapers out and put them onto a counter, at their workstation. Once the first row had been taken out, the person went to work on the diapers that they had pulled out. Then, once they were done with them, they reached back into the box to get some more. They then pulled the diapers next to me out first before pulling me out of the box and laying me down on my back, onto a counter. The large man in the white lab coat took a short look at my diaper and then reached over to some beakers full of some nasty looking chemicals. The chemicals had colors like Blue, yellow, pink and white, and a few had no color at all, like a thick syrupy water.The man in the white lab coat began to pour the contents of the beakers onto the diapers and I, making sure that the entire surface of each diaper was coated. Then, he took each diaper and dunked them into a vat full of something that sizzled when each diaper was dunked into it. Then each diaper that had been dunked was passed over to the next station. It wasn’t long before it was my turn. The man in the white lab coat grabbed me by the back of my diaper, at the waist, and carried me over to the vat. He then lowered me down into the slightly bubbling liquid feet first. He lowered me low enough so that my entire diaper was immersed into the liquid that was sizzling and soaking into my diaper. Then, after a few seconds, he pulled me up and out then dunked me again.He pulled me out and then dipped me back into the liquid. Then, he pulled me out and then passed me over to the next station. At this station, the man working there, took each diaper and stamped it with a rubber stamp before dropping it into a cart that was filling up fast. After he was done with the diaper before me, he dropped the diaper into the cart and then took hold of me and then felt the front of my diaper with his rubber gloved hand. He then took another rubber stamp and pressed it into the front of my diaper before he picked me up and then dropped me into the cart on top of the other diapers that were inside. Then, once all of the diapers were stamped, he took this plastic shaker full of blue powder, and began to shake the blue powder all over the diapers and I, completely dusting all of the diapers. Then, once the cart was full and all of the diapers had been stamped and dusted with the powder, he rolled the full cart over to another station that was getting ready to use the diapers to clean the inside of this machine that was used to chemically treat the cloth diapers and training pants before they could be used in the next experiment. The diapers had to be treated with a substance that would later react with another chemical when the two chemicals came in contact together. This would begin the process of breaking the diapers down so that they could be later shredded up and then mixed with paper fluff in a diaper factory and then made into disposable diapers. The lab was to find out how to get the cloth to break down when disposed of. They were to also see how wet each diaper could be before it began to leak. Once that was done, I was next in line to be used in an experiment. The man at this station, took hold of me by the back of my diaper’s waist, and then dropped me onto this little steel plate with steel cuffs bolted to it. The man made me lie down on my back before he locked my arms and legs into the steel cuffs. Then he pushed a button that made the plate move up to a vertical position. Once it stopped, the man closed a clear door and then locked it closed. Then he pushed some more buttons that made a whole bunch of thick, brownish liquid, splatter all over my diaper and I. Once I was completely coated, another wave of spraying was done and the brownish stuff and the stuff that was now spraying all over me from head to toe, was reacting and running down my diapered body. The two chemicals were slowly softening my diaper at first then it began to tear a little bit as it slowly aged my diaper. Once my diaper had at least six large holes in it, some warm water was sprayed onto my diaper and I, rinsing off the chemicals. Then, once I was rinsed, the man unlocked the door, opened it, and then took me out of the machine. He then took me over to a cart full of other diapers that had the same treatment done to them. He dropped me into the cart and once the cart was full of treated diapers, Some one else came and rolled the cart over to a diaper shredder. When the cart was rolled over to the diaper shredder, the person who had rolled the cart to the shredder began to take diapers from the cart I was in and placed them onto a conveyor belt. The belt took the diapers up to the point where there were rolling feeders that would take one diaper at a time and pull it through the shredder. These were special diaper shredders though. A baby could pass through, wearing a cloth diaper and the diaper would get shredded but the baby wouldn’t be hurt at all. The baby would just come through the other end with out a diaper on. Then the person who rolled the cart over to the shredder reached in and grabbed me by a leg and an arm, pulled me out of the cart and then laid me down onto the conveyor belt on my back, feet first. The person turned out to be a woman who was also a trash woman.She had two jobs; one she was a trash woman, riding around on the side of a side loading trash truck, collecting all sorts of diapers, baby clothes, babies, and whatever was tossed into the trash, and the other job was working here, shredding cloth diapers, baby clothes that were placed into her carts. She loved both of her jobs, she loved watching each diaper, diapered babies and baby clothes, be taken up to the feeders and then watch as the diapers, babies and their clothes get pulled into the feeders and then shredded. The shreddings would be sent to the diaper grinder that would grind up the shreddings into fibers that would later get mixed with paper fluff. The woman loaded me onto the conveyor belt and then took the rest of the diapers, onesies and baby clothes from the cart and then stood there for a little while, watching as the feeders took each diaper and fed it into the shredder. The conveyor belt carried me upwards and then I stopped against a bunch of cloth diapers, onesies, and other baby clothes that had now become wadded upAnd were flopping around in circles as the conveyor belt underneath, kept moving under them. As I was pressed against the load of diapers, onesies and baby clothes, the conveyor belt kept moving, causing my diaper to bunch up and get shoved into my butt crack. Then, before too long, the load of diapers, baby clothes and I were next to be pulled into the feeders. There were at least six dozen cloth diapers all balled up in front of me, about to be taken by the feeders. Then, the feeders took each diaper one by one, one after another, like when a copier takes each sheet of paper before it gets copied on, The diapers were being taken by the feeders and then they disappeared downwards into the shedder part. The shredder was waiting until all of the diapers, onesies, training pants and baby clothes were dumped into it before it started up. I was the last thing to be pulled into the feeders. The feeders took me by my legs and then my feet and legs were being rolled over as the feeder wheels went under and over me, on each side of me, pulling me into the shredder. Once I fell into the load of diapers, onesies, training pants, and baby clothes, the shredder began to shred all of the diapers, onesies, training pants, baby clothes and my diaper too. Once I passed through the shredder, I fell out with the shreddings onto another conveyor belt that took the shreddings to be ground up into fibers. I was later taken off of the belt before I went into the grinder and I was taken over to a changing table and then I was laid down onto my back. The woman pulled out a cloth diaper and a disposable diaper. She then put the cloth diaper on first, using some duct tape to hold it on me. Then she put the disposable diaper over my cloth diaper and then she pulled me off of the changer and then took me over to this machine that had both cloth diapers and disposable diapers, churning around inside of it, as a couple of large wheels that looked a lot like a swamp cooler fans that was making the diapers look like they were being mixed and rolled between the two wheels. Then, the woman stopped the machine for a few minutes so that she could open the clear Plexiglas door. Then she picked me up and then inserted me into the machine that had lots and lots of diapers in it, both cloth and disposable diapers. Then she let me fall into the load of diapers down below the two large wheels and then I slipped under the load of diapers and was completely covered. Then the woman closed the clear door on top of the machine and then she restarted the machine. The two large wheels then started to come together and then slightly mesh as they turned. This would pull the diapers between the two wheels and then throw the diapers around inside of the machine then the diapers would end up back below the two wheels again. The diapers would just keep getting pulled between the two fans wheels then end up back down below them. This machine soon began to make the wheels move a little faster and faster until the two fan like wheels were going as fast as a spin cycle in a washer. The diapers and I were being pulled through the two wheels’ teeth then tossed back down to the pile of diapers below. Then some very sticky jelly began to get sprayed onto the diapers and I inside of the machine and then once the jelly stopped, the machine had a sliding floor on one side that opened up and was taking the diapers that were falling into the large rubber tube. The tube was taking the diapers and routing them into a very large room sized trash compactor, under the facility. The compactor room was already mostly full of diapers of all types. Then all of a sudden, I got pulled up between the two wheels’ teeth then I got flung into the black rubber tube that pulled me down it and then blew me out and into the room sized compactor. I landed on some disposable diapers that had been through the machine quite some time ago and had not yet been compacted. There was a weight limit on the compactor’s trigger switch so when the weight limit was reached, it would start the compactor. Little did I know that the compactor’s walls were so tall? They ran the entire height and width of the compactor.The entire floor of the compactor was full of diapers. The compactor would compact the diapers at least three times before it had to empty itself. All I could see was diapers of all kinds and types and the stainless steel walls of the compactor. I was completely covered in sticky jelly and now my once clean diapers were now sticky too. The jelly had begun to dry on the outside of the white plastic of my disposable diaper. The disposable diaper was really, bulky and thick too. It was so thick that even without the thick cloth diaper on underneath, it was hard to put my legs together. The diaper made me waddle when I tried to walk and it circled loudly too. Now I was able to get up and walk around a little until the compactor started at least. As more and more diapers filled the room, the sweet smell of the sticky jelly and the smell of wet diapers was looming in the air late that night. I had become sleepy now and so I picked a pile of soft cloth and disposable diapers to go to sleep under. Then, some time in the early morning hours, the loud sound of the compactor walls beginning to move towards each other slowly woke me up. The diapers that were against that wall began to bunch up and then began to tumble as the compactor wall scraped against the floor and ceiling. The large, thick, heavy stainless steel compactor wall began to push all of the diapers that were against it into the center of the room, forming a long line of diapers. I was sucked into the moving wave of diapers and then I was completely covered by diapers that had been forced upwards as the compactor wall advanced. Then, the two walls slowed down as they got closer and closer to each other. Then, the tow walls began to come with in two feet of each other then one foot, then half a foot before they stopped. Then they began to retract and go back to where they started from, leaving all of the diapers and I in the middle of the stainless steel room, in a long pile. Then more diapers began to come into the room, filling up the now empty spaces that the compactor had made. Once there were enough diapers in the room-sized compactor again, the compactor started again. Then once there were a lot of diapers, the floor began to move and slide under the compactor walls. The floor was sliding out from under the diapers and I. There was a diaper processor under the compactor that was ready to start processing all of the diapers as they fell into it. As the diapers began to fill the pre-process chamber, the diapers were sprayed with deodorizers, pre-treatment chemicals and spray on scents. Then the diapers were pulled downwards and into another machine that separated the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers. Then, any of the cloth diapers that were laid inside of the disposable diapers, were sent to be sorted and separated and the cloth diapers would be reused as diaper inserts in disposable diapers at diaper labs, diaper dumps, orphanages adoption agencies and diaper foster care homes.I fell into the Pre-Process chamber with the diapers and then the machine below, began to start up. The spray nozzles in the chamber were spraying their chemicals all over the diapers, completely coating all of the diapers as the diapers and I sank lower and lower into the chamber, getting closer and closer to the processor. The diapers in the chamber kept settling and sliding around, as the processor pulled more and more diapers into it.Having no idea what this machine did and what was going to happen next, I was a little scared and I began to worry that this machine was going to do something horrible to me. Then the processor took a whole bunch of diapers all at the same time and as I watched, the diapers were all wadded up and bunched up as they all were slowly pulled into the processor’s feeders. I could hear the diapers making crunching and crinkling sounds as they were pulled in and disappeared. The little trap door closed and all of the diapers that are still falling into the chamber on top of me, were now resting against my shoulders, and were falling down all around me, settled in, falling here and there, as they fell into place. Just then, the trap door opened up again and then it felt like something reached up, took hold of my feet, and began to full me down into the rolling feeders. As the feeder rollers, rolled over and under me and my diapers the diapers around me were also pulled in as well. All of a sudden, the diapers and I fell out onto these weird looking rotating knuckles looking things that moved sequentially. These things were grinding all of the diapers up and separating the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers before the disposable diapers were ground up. Then once the disposable diapers were ground up, the cloth diapers were shifted over to a chute that ran along side of the diaper grinder. This chute is where all of the cloth diapers went down and were deposited into an enclosed steel bin that looked a lot like a dumpster. My disposable diaper was being slowly pulled off of me as the diaper grinder’s sensors detected that I was wearing a disposable diaper with a cloth diaper underneath it. The diaper grinder kept reaching up and giving my diaper a pull and a tug as it continued to process my diaper as it was still on me. Then, the machine surprised me. It made me sink down a little bit so that part of the machine held me up just far enough that my waistline was now below the grinders. The machine then began to take chunks of my diaper off, little by little until there was nothing left on me. The machine had now ground up even my cloth diaper too. I was now passing throughThe grinders and was down being treated like the grindings. The machine dropped me down a chute that ended up dropping the grindings onto a conveyor belt that took the grindings over to a large, deep green, steel, rolling bin that was quickly filling up with lots and lots of grindings. As I fell down the chute and then fell onto the moving conveyor belt, I realized that there was no one around that station that would take me off and then rediaper me right away. I must have sat in that bin being covered with the remains of all of the diapers that had been ground up for at least an hour before some one came over to the bin and then looked in. The person, who came over to check on the bin, came and saw that there was a very dirty looking naked baby in the bin. I was then pulled out, carried over to a room with a thick metal door with an unbreakable window in it,and then left in there for the attendant that was in there, to get me diapered again. It wasn’t long before the female attendant came over to the little play pen that I was left in, and took me out. She carried me over to a rather tall and long diaper changer that had five drawers in the front of it and was made out of pine. The changer was a light wood color and had been lacquer finished. The changer had a thick, white, waterproof changing pad on the top of it. The woman lifted me up and then laid me down on the changing pad, on my back. Then the woman opened one of the drawers and pulled out a nice, thick, fresh, new disposable diaper. She opened it up and then she lifted my butt into the air a little bit just so that she could slide the new, open diaper under me. She then lowered my butt into the thick, soft, and fluffy disposable diaper padding as she grabbed the front of the diaper and then she pulled it up and then she unfolded each wing before she tucked in each wing on each side before she fastened each tape. Once she was done, she picked me up and then took me over to an empty crib and the she put me into it. She then reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a cold bottle of whole milk that had been laced with a very powerful sleeping drug. The drug wouldn’t wear off for at least twelve hours once it took effect. It was an hour later before some one came into the diaper-changing nursery to pick me up and take me out to a diaper dirtier that was being loaded. The disposable diaper dirtier was being loaded with diapers that were being taken right out of a package of thick Huggies diapers. Then once that package had been loaded, a package of Pampers diapers was opened and the diapers inside were now being loaded into the diaper dirtier. The machine was getting fuller and fuller as more and more diapers were loaded into the machine. The person, who had come to pick me up from the diaper-changing nursery, was now carrying me down a long hall and into the large room that had the diaper dirtier machines in it. The person carried my sleeping, thickly diapered body into the room and then right over to where another person was loading the machine. “Here, I have a baby here that just had his diaper changed and then was put to sleep.I want to have his diaper dirtied in that load of fresh and clean diapers you are loading right now.” Said the woman who was standing right near the opening of the machine and cradling me in her arms. “Well, alright. Please give me a few minutes so that I can finish loading the machine before I put him in. You might want to go over there and get that other package of clean diapers for me so that I can load them into this machine. You can just lay your baby down on the floor right in front of this machine I am loading.” Said the woman who was loading the machine. The woman, who was holding me, came over to the front of the machine and then gently laid me down in front of the machine. Then she went over to get the other pack of diapers. Then, The woman who was loading the machine came over to me and then picked up my limp, sleeping, thickly diapered body and then carried me over to the opening of the machine. She then inserted my feet into the opening first then she forced my upper body into the tumbler on top of all of the clean, rustling, thick, plasticy disposable diapers that she had loaded into the machine. She then pulled her right arm out from under my neck as she laid me into the tumbler. Then she reached in and then unfastened one side of my diaper to check it for any signs of wetness. Seeing that my diaper was indeed very clean and fresh, she refastened the tapes nice and snugly before, she backed out of the opening. The woman, who had brought me here, was now standing to other woman’s right side, holding the pack of diapers that she had went to get. She handed the woman the pack of diapers then the woman who had loaded me, opened the pack, and then began to toss the diapers into the machine. Once that pack was all loaded, she closed the door to the machine and latched it. The woman turned a few knobs and then pushed a button. Some kind of yucky, slimy, wet diaper smelling jelly began to squirt into the tumbler and all over the clean diapers. The jelly was now a little more like a thick syrup and was now slowly filling the tumbler. Once the tumbler was full of the thick liquid, the tumbler began to turn around and around, tossing the diapers and I around as it turned. The two ladies walked away and they both went over to start to load six laundry baskets full of clean, cloth diapers, into the cloth diaper dirtier just on the other side of the machine I was in. They stuffed the machine full of the clean diapers then they closed the door and started the other machine. Then the two women left the room and went back to doing what they were doing before. The machine I was in was now in the second cycle and the yucky liquid wet diaper gels were now draining away. The tumbler had stopped now, while the liquids drained off. Then, some kind of dark, smelly stuff began to fill the tumbler. This stuff was actually the same stuff that came from the various diaper compactors. When the diapers got compacted, there would be some nasty liquids coming from the compactor. So the people who run the compactors, found a way to save these “juices” so that they could use them in machines like this one. The “juices,” were wetness from the diapers, the gels from inside of the diapers, and any left over liquids from in the compactor. These really made diapers dirty. Now that this liquid was coming in and squirting all over the diapers and I, I began to smell like I had just been taken out of a compactor full of wet diapers. The tumbler then began to turn in half turns as this dark liquid covered all of the diapers. This cycle lasted only a few minutes before the tumbler stopped again. Now the soaking cycle started and all of the diapers were now absorbing all of the liquids that had been squirted all over them and me. I was completely covered with the chemicals and the gels. Then, about twenty minutes later, the loud buzzer outside sounded and the load and I were now done. It was another thirty minutes beforeSome one came over to the door and opened it. The woman began to take the diapers out and put them into a trash cart. She had unloaded about half of the diapers from the tumbler when she reached in and pulled me out. She pulled my head and upper body out first and then my feet, before she laid me down into the cart on my back. Then she finished unloading all of the diapers from the tumbler. Then, once she was done with the machine I used to be in, she pushed the cart out of the room and down the hall. I was still knocked out and completely unaware of what was going on. I was completely filthy and smelly too. The woman pushed the cart down the long hall and then out of the building and then she pushed the cart over to another building where all of the dirty diapers were taken to be disposed of. She pushed the cart into the room where there were at least thirty other carts, full of dirty disposable diapers that had never even been worn. The diapers were even still folded the same way as they were when they were clean. The woman put the cart in one of the rows, and then she left and didn’t return. There were six men, loading a very, very large diaper collection truck, full of the diapers in that diaper loading dock. There were at least two carts being dumped into the diaper collection truck at the same time. It took the six men, two hours before they had emptied all but three carts. With two men working per cart, there being only three carts left, the first cart and the second cart were rolled over to the side of the truck and the two men that rolled the cart there, lifted it into the air and then tipped it to the side so that all of the diapers in that cart spilled out into the hopper of the truck.Both carts were being emptied at the same time and now, the cart I was in had two men standing around it, waiting until they could roll the cart over to the side of the truck and empty it. A few minutes later, the cart I was in began to roll closer and closer to the side of the diaper collection truck that had at least eight carts worth of unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers in the hopper. The two men stopped the cart as it bumped against the side and then the cart was lifted up into the air and tipped to the side, pouring all of the diapers and I into the hopper on top of all of the diapers inside. I fell out and landed on top of an open disposable diaper, with the inner padding facing towards me. My face and head was forced into that diaper as I landed. Then, some one started the compactor and the diapers in the hopper began to tumble and fall and churn as the compactor forced them and me into the back of the truck. The truck was almost full but there were still plenty of other stops that needed to be made. The compactor shoved the diapers and I into the back and then it retracted to where it had started from. Then all six men jumped either into the cab or onto the side and they held on while the driver put the truck into gear and then took off to the next stop. The truck traveled for some time, bouncing and lurching as it went over the potholes in its path. Then it started to slow down and then it stopped and all of the men got out or off of it and began to get ready to load it again. The truck had stopped at the next customer’s house. The house looked like a mansion with three stories and it was at least three acres long and the house turned out to be an orphanage filled with other babies in diapers too. They were just the ones that were unwanted or had been used by all of the companies and labs. This is where the babies ended up that were unwanted. Their diaper cans were always full. The diaper collection men were going to spend at least two hours emptying their wet diapers into their truck. There may even be an occasional baby that was being disposed of but mostly the babies were flushed down the toilets or sent to their private diaper dump only a mile away. The diapers that were being collected today, were the diapers that couldn’t be taken to their private dump because they hadn’t the room for them yet, so the janitors and maids took them out to the back of the orphanage to be disposed of. The first load of diapers was emptied into the truck and then the second and then the third and then there were so many diapers in the truck that it was time to run the compactor.One of the diaper collection men went into the cab of the truck and he turned the compactor on and then the compactor started to shove the diapers into the back. As the diapers forced their way into the back, all of the other diapers began to squish together and I was being shoved against the diapers from behind me. There were cloth diapers, cloth-training pants, tons of disposable diapers, training pants and left over packages of disposable diapers. Then a whole cart full of onesies was dumped into the truck’s hopper from one side while a whole cart full of disposable diapers was dumped in from the other side. The hopper was only half-full now and there were so many more diapers to be emptied still. The back of the diaper collection truck wasn’t even close to being completely full yet. The carts kept being dumped and more and more diapers were filling hopper of the truck. The compactor was run again to make room for more diapers. The newer loads were now being smashed against the other diapers and I as the compactor forced them into the back. The large area in the back of the truck was only beginning to reach to the top. It was now about three-quarters of the way there now. About two hours later, all of the diapers had been emptied and now all of the men were tired but they still had three more stops on their route left. So they all climbed into and onto the truck and the truck took off again. This time, the next stop was only a few minutes away. The next stop was a family of eight, with four babies in diapers. This family used only disposable diapers on their babies and there were always a lot of diapers to dispose of.This stop always took at least an hour and a half to empty all of their diapers by hand. The collection times were once every two weeks and what they threw away would build up and then some times over flow. The diaper collection men didn’t pick up any diapers that had fallen to the ground or were laying next to the cans either; they just took what was in the cans. When the cans got too full, the people in the house would keep the diapers and whatever they needed to dispose of, inside their house until collection day came and some one saw the truck outside. One of the women of the house came out to the back of their house carrying a baby girl with pigtails. She was wearing a very clean, thick, slightly saggy, white disposable diaper. The baby’s mommy opened the gate and then came over to the side of the truck. She handed her baby girl right to one of the men that was dumping one of the cans into the truck. The man waited until he could put the empty can down before he grabbed the baby girl. He took hold of her and then he held her over the hopper for an instant and then he dropped her into it, on top of the diapers inside. As the baby girl settled, a couple of cans from the other side were dumped in on top of the baby girl. The diapers covered her completely. The baby girl began to cry and she tried to wiggle around but by the time she even got a few of the diapers off of her, one of the men had started the compactor again. This frightened the baby girl because this baby girl had never been disposed of before. As she and the diapers were forcefully shoved into the back, she got her diapers and the diapers from her brothers and sisters, shoved all over her and some even got shoved into the leg holes of her diaper. Then the compactor retracted and then more diapers were now being dumped into the hopper because even while the compactor was running, the men didn’t wait to empty diapers, they just dumped the diapers onto the compactor as it was smashing the diapers. Then when the compactor retracted, the diapers that were on top would fall into the hopper and the men would be dumping more diapers into the hopper as the diapers from the top were spilling into the hopper. Now, all of the diapers were now emptied into the truck from this stop and the baby girl had now been compacted. Mixed in with the diapers were all kinds of still usable baby clothes from onesies, to footed sleepers, to baby t-shirts to plastic pants and cloth diapers. There were also shorts with zippers that ran from the end of the shorts to the other end right along the inseam that ran in the crotch. This was so that the baby’s diapers could be checked and or changed when they were wearing those shorts. There were also fifteen baby blankets and a couple of diaper bags that still had baby wipes, plenty of clean, fresh, thick disposable diapers in them and they also still had some empty baby bottles and cans with baby milk in them. The diaper bags were no longer needed so they got tossed into the nursery trash with the diapers. Every now and then, some of the more wealthy people throw away perfectly good diaper bags full of diapering supplies and clean diapers too. This is because they just go out and buy new bags and more disposable diapers. They also toss out the older clothes that they no longer need when they buy new clothes for their babies. The truck was surely filling up with all of the diapers, baby clothes, diaper bags and unused portions of diaper packages. There was only two more stops left on their route and yet there were going to be a lot more diapers than the truck could carry with out being compacted. The six men jumped back in and onto the truck and then the truck then took off again. The truck drove for a little while until it stopped behind a nursery. The amount of diapers that needed to be emptied was going to take the men at least two hours to empty by hand. The nursery didn’t use trashcans though they used larger janitorial trash carts so that they could fit more diapers in them so that the diapers and what they disposed of wouldn’t overflow. The six men jumped out and off of the truck and then they went into the nursery to get the first three carts full of wet, unrolled, unwrapped diapers. The people who diaper their babies, don’t roll their diapers up for disposal, when they change their babies, they just take the diapers off and just toss the diapers right into the trashcans without rolling them up. They just fold them in half at the fold and then toss them. It just makes it easier for them to dispose of them this way. The first of the three carts was rolled out to the truck and emptied into the hopper. The cart had mostly disposable diapers in it but mixed in with the disposable diapers, were more baby t-shirts, onesies, about six dozen clean cloth diapers, some stained up white soccer style shorts with cartoon characters on them, lots of baby wipes containers and baby wipes, a few clean, fresh thick disposable diapers and lots of diaper packaging. The next cart was full of just baby clothes. There were lots of training pants, that were not even rinsed out and had been wet when they had been disposed of, but had dried completely, there were, long pants that had snaps in the crotch of each pair, there were lots of fleece footed sleepers, a few pair of underwear with cartoon characters and action figures printed on them, lots of white, baby blue, pink, light yellow colored onesies and t-shirts in the cart as it was emptied into the hopper. Then a cart full of nothing but disposable diapers was dumped into the hopper on top of everything else in the hopper. The hopper was now only half way full. Then, one of the maids from the nursery came walking out holding the hand of a baby boy who was dressed in a white onesie, a pair of navy blue long pants. He also was wearing a rather thick disposable diaper that crinkled a lot when he walked. The maid came over to one of the men who was just about to roll one of the carts out to the truck and asked if they could take her baby. “Excuse me; I have a baby here that the nursery wants to dispose of. Do I just leave him here, or should I toss him into your truck myself?” Asked the maid. “Well, If I were you, I’d strip that baby down to just his diaper before you toss him into our truck. But if you don’t want to, you can leave him with one of us and one of us will strip him before he is tossed into the truck.” Stated one of the men. The maid decided to let the diaper collection men strip the baby so that she could return to her duties inside. So she led the baby boy over to the side of the truck where she waited until one of the men finished emptying one of the carts before she left. Then one of the men came over to the baby boy and took hold of him with his gloved hands. Then the maid left and went back inside as the man pulled the baby’s pants down to his ankles and then reached between his legs and began to unsnap his onesie. The man then rolled the baby’s onesie up to the baby’s head and then he pulled the onesie off and then he tossed it into the hopper. He then had one of the other men come over so that he could pick the baby up and the other man would then take the pants all the way off. Then, the other man tossed the baby’s pants into the hopper while the man took a quick peek into the baby boy’s diaper. Then the man laid the baby boy into the hopper just in time for one of the other men to dump another cart into the hopper, completely covering the baby boy except his head. Now, it was time to run the compactor. The driver climbed into the cab while the other men went back to get a couple more carts. The driver flicked a couple of switches and then the compactor came to life. The compactor forcefully smashed the diapers and the baby boy against the other diapers, causing the other diapers inside to buckle and get smashed. The diaper that the baby boy was wearing had now come loose on one side because one of the tapes on one side of his diaper had unfastened itself and had stuck to the plastic of one of the diapers that was smashed against the baby boy. The extremely thick diaper he was wearing was now soaking wet and the baby boy was so scared that he couldn’t even cry. There were only a few more carts left now and it would only be a few minutes more until the truck would start to drive to the next and last stop on the route. The next cart to be emptied had four diaper bags full of Huggies, whites, thicks in them and still had a few clean, empty baby bottles in them that hadn’t been used for fifteen years. Then there was a very expensive diaper bag that had been tossed away, that had name brand baby clothes still in it, some very expensive disposable diapers and some disposable training pants in it. The other diaper bag had nothing but the largest toddler cloth diapers in it and a couple of pairs of brand new cloth training pants that were still in their packaging. The cart also had a ton of baby blankets, changing pads that came with the diaper bags, and the rest of the cart had unrolled, open and exposed disposable diapers in it. The other cart that was dumped had nothing but wet disposable diapers in it and the other cart had nothing but toddler sized and over sized cloth, diapers that had been wet in then they had been disposed of right away. The cloth diapers didn’t even look like they had been used more than once either. But now, they were going to the diaper dump permanently. Now, it was time to go to the next stop so the men jumped onto and into the truck and then the truck left that stop to go to the next. The truck bounced around quite a bit, making the diapers shake and settle a lot. It must have taken at least half an hour to get to the last stop before the truck turned and drove down another alley way. Then the truck drove down the alley and then it stopped in back of a lab. The Lab had lots and lots of diapers over flowing in their large trashcans. There were old stained up cloth diapers, lots and lots and lots of wet disposable diapers,Tons of stained up baby clothing, twenty dirty baby crib blankets, ten crib sheets, fifty diaper covers, two-hundred cloth training pants, three-hundred and fifty printed underwear, forty-two onesies of different colors, sixty-eight stained up old t-shirts, And at least one hundred-fifty footed sleepers. Then, as the six men began to load the first of the cans into the truck, six people from the lab, came out with babies that they were going to dispose of. The ladies all had two babies each. All of the babies were wearing clothes and before the babies could be tossed into the truck, they had to be stripped down to just their diapers. “Are you all going to dispose of those babies like that?” asked one of the trash men. Yes, we have all of these babies that we need to throw away. They are no longer needed by the labs, so can you take them?” asked one of the ladies that had two babies to dispose of. “Yes, we can take all of the babies. But you must strip your babies down to just their diapers first and toss their clothing into the truck before you toss the babies.” Stated one of the men. “You can have one of us do it for you, or you can do it, your choice” Stated the driver. So the ladies then led their babies over to the side of the truck where they began to strip their babies down to just their diapers. One of the babies was wearing nothing but cloth diapers without plastic pants, and he was wearing a baby blue onesie and navy blue shorts. The lady, who had brought him out to be disposed of, was now stripping her baby of all of his clothes. Once she had finished with that baby and his clothes, one of the men grabbed him and then lifted him into the air. He then laid him onto his belly in the hopper on top of all of the trash in the hopper. The man took his gloved hand and then pushed down on the baby’s diapered bottom, shoving him down and into the diapers so as to make a little more room for a couple more babies. Then the same lady began to strip her other baby down to her diaper. She only had a yellow and white, stained up onesie on so she was stripped faster than the baby boy before her. Her onesie was tossed into the hopper and then the man picked her up with his leatherwork-gloved hands, and then laid her into the hopper on her belly too. She was wearing a very saggy, thick disposable diaper that had nine diaper doublers in it, making her diaper so thick, that the diaper she had on looked fat and fluffy. The man who put her into the hopper, inserted his gloved index finger into the leg hole of the girl’s diaper because it looked really, fat and he just wanted to see why it looked that way. Then the next lady came over to the side of the truck and stripped her baby girl down to just her four layers of thick, over sized toddler diapers. The lady took the plastic pants off too then she tossed the baby girl’s pink dress and her plastic pants into the hopper before handing the girl over to one of the men. The man took the cloth-diapered girl and then laid her in the hopper on her back. Then he gave a hand signal to the driver to start the compactor. The driver started the compactor and the three babies were then compacted into the back of the truck. Once the compactor retracted, the hopper was empty now but not for long, the last of the remaining eight carts had to be emptied and there were still two more babies to be stripped and then tossed into the hopper. The last two ladies that wanted to dispose of their babies were now the next up in line. The lady with two babies to strip fully decided to go next. The Lady then bent down to her knees and then began to Talk to her baby boy to tell him what was happening. “Now baby boy, it’s time to dispose of you now. It’s time to take your clothes off so that the trash men here can take you. Do you want me to change your diaper before they take you baby?” Asked the lady to her baby boy. The baby nodded his head yes, and then the lady who still had the two baby’s diaper bags on her shoulder, reached into the baby boy’s diaper bag and then pulled out a nice, clean, and very, very thick disposable diaper. She then laid the baby boy down right there on the end of the sidewalk and began to change the baby’s diaper. Once she had finished, she grabbed the baby boy and then she helped him back up to his feet before she bent down to pick up the wet diaper from the ground. She then draped the open diaper over the baby’s left shoulder so that when the man took the baby over to be tossed into the truck, the diaper would also be able to be tossed in too at the same time.Before she handed the baby over to the trash man, the lady asked a few last questions:“Now isn’t that diaper much more comfortable than the last one was? Now, is there anything else that you would like before I hand you over to this man? Ok, then, since that was a big no, It’s time now strip you down to just your diaper. I could have done it when I changed your diaper, but the rule is that you have to be right next to the truck and not on our property in order for them to actually claim you.So that is why I didn’t strip you then. Ok, baby, It’s time to take your white running shorts off now so that we can throw them away. Here, step out of the leg hole….there.(Tossing the clean shorts into the hopper.) Now, I am going to take off your t-shirt now.Now you can help me a little bit by pulling your arms out of the sleeves for me…….good. Now, hold on while I pull your shirt over your head and then it will…….be off…there! (Tossing the t-shirt into the hopper) Now, It’s time to take your onesie off now. I am going to have the man lift you up and laid you into that hopper, then I am going to unfasten the snaps between your legs and then I can let you go.The man then lifted the baby boy up and then laid him into the hopper on top of some of the diapers that had just been loaded into the hopper. The lady then reached in and down to unfasten the snaps in between the baby boy’s legs before she got down and then began to strip her baby girl. The lady led her baby girl to the side of the truck and then she began to strip her baby down to just her diaper. “Ok, baby girl, it’s time now, to take your clothes off so that the men here can dispose of you. They have to be able to see what type of diaper you are wearing. So now, I am going to take off your footed sleeper now……there! Now that the zipper is down and your arms are out of the sleeves, I just have to take your feet out……there! Now, I also have to take off your onesie. I am now going to unfasten the snaps in between your legs……one…..two……three…..and now, the fourth one….there! Now I just have to roll it up to your head then I just pull it over your head like so……and good. Now you are ready for the man to take…..My baby girl is ready now, sir.” Said the lady as she tossed her baby girl’s footed sleeper and onesie into the hopper. Then, one of the other trash men came over to the baby girl and hen carried her over to the hopper of the truck and then laid her down in the hopper just before one of the other men from the other side of the truck, dumped a full cart of diapers into the hopper all over the baby girl and boy. It was now the last baby’s turn to be stripped and then tossed into the hopper. The baby girl and the lady that took care of her, had stepped over to the side of the truck now, and the lady had begun to take the little girl’s yellow shorts off.The lady unsnapped her pants, and then she unzipped them. Then she let the shorts fall to the ground before the lady lifted the baby girl’s feet out of the leg holes. Then the lady set the shorts aside for a second or two until she could take off the girl’s onesie. In few seconds, the onesie was off and now the baby girl was wearing only her disposable training pants now. Her training pants had some cute little bears printed all over the front and back but the front had a larger picture of a teddy bear right in the middle of the front. Then the lady who stripped the baby girl tossed the baby girl’s clothes into the hopper then motioned for one of the men to come and take her. The lady waited until one of the men came over, took her away, and put her into the hopper.The last cart had just been dumped on top of the last baby girl, and now it was time to take all of the loads of diapers to the dump directly. All of the men jumped onto the sides of the truck and into the cab before the truck lurched to a start as it took off for the dump. The truck drove for miles and miles with the baby girl and all of the diapers still in the hopper. The truck then slowed down and then turned left and then it drove for two more miles before it turned right. Then the truck drove down a dirt road that was at least four miles until it came to the front entrance to the dump. The dump was far from everything and there was nothing else out there but the dump, the diaper recycling company, and an orphanage somewhere nearby. The trash truck pulled up to the guard shack at the entrance to the dump and then the guards opened the gates for them before they drove down the hill and into the dump that was in the little valley. Once at the dump, and in the perm-area, the truck started the compactor so that the baby girl and the rest of the diapers and clothes could be compacted and then dumped out of the truck’s rear end Once the truck was completely empty, the truck drove away, back up through the gates, and then out to the dirt road. The truck drove back into town and to it’s garage or yard where the trucks were kept until they were needed again in two weeks. The load had been dumped onto a newer pile that was now being sifted through so that any babies could be taken out and used at the dump. All of the babies that had been collected that day, were pulled out and then placed into the diaper pen so that every one knew right where they were. Now, one of the women that was working at her station, processing disposable diapers, came over to the pile of mixed diapers and began to fill a cart full of disposable diapers. She then walked over to where us babies were and took a long hard look at each of us and what type of diapers we were wearing. She saw that she could use a couple of the baby girls, and one of the baby boys. So she loaded me into the cart first, then the two baby girls. Once the cart was full, she pushed the cart over to her station that had some type of tall, stainless steel bowl like thing that had some type of motorized thing over the center of it. She took out one of the baby girls first and put her into the bottom of the bowl. Then she began to load as many of the disposable diapers into it on top of the baby girl. She then reached over to a stainless steel cabinet with a diaper changer on top of it, and took out a box of some type of powdered stuff. She then began to pour some of the powdered stuff into the bowl before she went over to fill the bowl with warm water. Then she turned the motorized thing in the center, on and then I could hear the diapers turning around and around in the bottom of the large bowl. It was almost as if the diapers and the baby were being stirred. I could also hear the sloshing of liquid too as the motorized thing stirred the diapers around and around. There was a very rich lathery, foamy stuff in the bottom that was deactivating the Super Absorbent Polymers in the diapers. The diapers were going to be reused by the dump’s staff at times while all of these babies were there. While the machine was at work, the woman came over to me and felt the inside of my diaper thoroughly for wetness. My diaper was very dirty and looked like it had been through a very dirty compactor. My diaper was wet, and it sagged very heavily. The woman then pulled me out of the cart and put me down on my feet so that she could get me ready to go into the bowl next. The load in the bowl was now done and was being dumped onto a conveyor belt that was taking everything to be tossed into an underground storage container near the back of the dump. The little baby girl was taken off the conveyor belt and taken over to the nursery rooms where she was going to be kept.“Now, baby, it is your turn to have the Super Absorbent Polymers in your diaper, deactivated so that we can store your diapers in the underground storage containers. You, will be taken over to your nursery where you will get your diaper changed and then you will get put into your crib. It’s Friday now, and some one will get to take you home with them. Whoever it is, will be able to do whatever they wish to you as long as they bring you back to the dump on Sunday afternoon. I hope that you will be able to go home with me…because I have a lot of diapers that I want you to wear and wet in so that I can dispose of them. The Cloth diapers that I have are still usable but I have some friends at a maid service that will be needing a baby to help wet the diapers that they have before they send the diapers down to the cloth diaper dump. If I get to take you, you will not be back here for at least a week if not more. Ok, now baby, I have to dip you and your diaper into this fifty-gallon drum full of what we call “diaper dip.” The diaper dip deodorizes you and your diaper before we drop you and your diaper into the deactivator bowl. In the bowl, you and some disposable diapers will be stirred while some Deactivator foaming gels soak into your diaper and the diapers in the bowl. Then, while you and the diapers are stirred, I will be tossing more diapers into the bowl as the machine does you and the loads of diapers. Then, the machine will stop and then the bowl will tip to the side, dumping you and all of the diapers, onto a conveyor belt. If you are lucky, you will be taken off before it takes the diapers to a large bin at the end. From there, some one will take the diapers and maybe you too, to be tossed into an under ground diaper storage. You are supposed to go back to your nursery but If you aren’t seen in time, you will go to the underground storage bin where you will stay until some one comes to get you out. Now, hold real still while I pick you up and lower you into the diaper dip.” Ordered the woman, putting on her latex rubber cleaning gloves and then lifting me up and then lowering me into the diaper dip up to my diaper’s waistband. The woman then pulled me up a little bit then lowered me back into the liquid then she repeated this a few times, completely soaking my diaper that was already soaking wet. Then the woman lifted me out and my diaper was now really puffy and bloated.Then she lifted me over the top edge of the bowl and then she let me go, allowing me to slide down the side of the bowl and into the bottom of the bowl. There were already diapers in the bottom of the bowl and more were being tossed in a load at a time.Then, the woman turned the mixer on and the paddles down at the bottom of the bowl began to move the diapers and I around and around slowly and steadily. The woman then poured in some type of powdered stuff and then some warm water began to fill the bowl. The water then turned into a foaming gel that billowed with rich lathery foam that completely covered everything and got into my diaper too.The tall “X” shaped thing at the end of the turning rod that was connected to the motor,Was turning a little faster and faster then it stayed at that speed as it stirred the diapers and I around and around. More diapers were later added to the load and the diapers that had just been added were now soaking up all of the foamy stuff, and the Super Absorbent Polymers were now being deactivated. Once the Polymers were deactivated, the diapers looked less like puffy sponges and more like disposable diapers. Once the swelling went down in all of the diapers, the machine stopped turning. Then the bowl tipped to the side and dumped the diapers and I onto a moving conveyor belt that was right next to it. As soon as I had gone a little ways down the belt, some one came and took me off.I was taken into the nursery where I was put onto a diaper changer so that my diaper could be changed. I was quickly and promptly strapped down to the changer so that I couldn’t roll off, and one of the ladies who was in the room, wearing some baby blue printed scrubs, came over and began my diaper change. Once she had unfastened the tapes, she pulled my treated diaper out from under me and then she tossed it to the ground. Then she opened a drawer in my changer and took out a Pampers disposable diaper. She opened it up and then she slid it under my butt. She then laid my butt into it. Then she opened another drawer in another cabinet that had diaper doublers, cloth diapers and baby wipes in it. She took out eight diaper doublers and began to place them into my diaper starting from the back of my diaper to the front. Once she was done putting the diaper doublers into my diaper, she shook a little bit of baby powder into my diaper before she pulled my diaper up and fastened the tapes. Then she unstrapped me from the changer and then pulled me off of it. She then led me over to my crib and then she lifted me up and into it. I was very dirty and had dirt all over my face but they didn’t care because I was at the dump and that was how all of the babies looked who came here. Then, the man in charge of my Nursery came into the nursery and began to check to see if any of the orders that he had given earlier, were even done yet. Some of the Orders were not done yet so He highlighted them with a highlighter pen then came over to every one that was on my diapering team and made sure that the orders were going to get done by the day’s end. Then some new orders were radioed in by the diaper man himself. “It’s Friday and the baby is not to go out anywhere unless one of the employees want to take him home for the weekend or a week. The baby is to be in disposable diapers at all times while he is here at the dump unless one of the employees needs him in cloth diapers or anything cloth. For now, he is staying here until one of the employees comes to sign him out. If he is bad, I give you my permission to punish him in any way you see fit as long as he doesn’t leave this dump.” Stated the diaper man. “I am also in the process of changing the name from “the Perm-Area” to “The Diaper Man’s Dump” and all of the babies that come here are not to be sold or rented without clearing it with me first.” Stated the diaper man. “I might need my baby boy here at my diaper service because I have some new styles of diapers that I want to try out on him before I service them to any one.” Stated the Diaper Man.“I will take the baby on Monday in the morning when I open my diaper service. He will need to be dressed in a cloth diaper or a few cloth diapers, a onesie, and a diaper bag with a dozen disposable diapers in it, some wipes, some powder, some baby lotion and another diaper bag with some dirty disposable diapers in it as well. So. While the baby is with me, I want all other babies to be used during the dump’s operations. There wil