The Diaper Man said

It was after three o’clock when Mother called me into the nursery for a diaper change.

“Hey my baby boy, its time to change your diaper. Come and lay down on the changer for mommy.” Said Mother as she helped me up onto the changer and laid me down.

Mother took my shoes off and dropped them on the floor near the changer. Then she took my socks off and tossed them into the trashcan where she usually tossed my wet only disposable diapers and empty packages of diapers.

Then she slid my shorts down and tossed them into the trashcan as well. Then she pulled my white t-shirt, which had some minor stains down the front, off and tossed it into the trashcan as well. Then she began unfastening my diaper very slowly so as to prolong the event as long as possible.  Then, once the tapes were unfastened, she pulled the front of my diaper down. She then let the front hang open while she took out some wipes and began to wipe me from front to back. When she was done with each wipe, she dropped each used wipe into the front of my wet diaper. Then, when she was done wiping me, she grabbed the front of my disposable diaper and pulled it out from under me being careful not to let the used wipes spill out onto the floor. Then she dropped the open diaper onto the floor near the trashcan until she was done changing my diaper.

Then she went into the closet of the nursery and opened a new package of very thick, disposable diapers, took one out, and then reached back into the closet to get six diaper doublers from the pack. Then she came back over to the changer and set the thick, white diaper with two blue pinstripes on it, and the doublers down on my chest while she grabbed the diaper, opened it up, inserted all six of the doublers into the diaper, then lifted my butt into the air while she slid the diaper under me. Then, Mother opened the powder and shook some into my diaper, and onto my front side before gabbing the front wings of my diaper and pulling it up between my legs. Mother then tucked each wing around my waist, and then fasted the tapes on each side.

When she was done, she took both of my hands, pulled me up so that I could sit up, then she helped me down from the changer.

She then led me out of the nursery, down the stairs to the ground floor, and then through the large living room, down the hall, and then into the kitchen. Once there, she told me to wait until she got back from down in the basement. A long few minutes later she came up from the basement with the maid, who was just finishing her cleaning duties down there.

Mother was still talking to the maid when she appeared out of the shadows and into the kitchen. Mother stepped out and then stepped to the side to let the maid come out.

She then started talking to the maid, giving the maid some instructions on what to do to me or with me. I never knew which one. Then, Mother let the maid take my hand as she led me out of the kitchen, through the hallway, back through the living room, then out through the back door, through the garage, through another door and into a place where the maids kept the trash carts that were full of my wet diapers. The maid then let go of my hand, reached under my arms, and lifted me into one of the carts full of my open and wet disposable diapers. Then she left for a minute and then returned with a locking lid for the cart. She then proceeded to put the lid on and lock it. After that, the maid left and then there was silence except for the rustling of the diapers I was laying on. The smell of my wet diapers began to loom inside of the cart. It was so dark, that I could not see anything at all. About half an hour later, the maid came back, unlocked and opened the lid, then dumped the full trashcan from my nursery into the cart. She then shuffled the trash around a little so that the lid would close again. Then the maid set the lid down while she picked up another trashcan full of wet diapers, but this one was full of my formerly wet cloth diapers. The cloth diapers spilled out into the cart all over me. The diapers were kind of wadded up and kind of stiff from being wet then drying like that.

Then the maid put the trashcan down and picked up a couple of newly opened packages of the exact thick disposable diapers that Mother had put on me in the nursery.

I decided to find out why I was tossed into the cart. I tried to sit up using my hand and arm to prop myself up with but the maid forced me to lye back down into the wet diapers inside the cart. Then, the maid made sure that I was covered from head to toe with the wet diapers as she took some of the diapers from inside and covered me with them.

The maid was then done emptying the diapers from my nursery. She had only to put the rest of the diaper doublers into the cart and then the rest of my onesies, my footed sleepers and then all of my t-shirts as well as all of my socks in on top of all of the wet diapers in the cart. The maid began to take my clean clothes, which she was told to bring down here from my nursery closet, and toss them all into the cart after she took them off of the hangers. Once she was done, she picked the lid up, put it back on kind of packing the trash down a little so that the lid would fit squarely and securely. Then she locked it before she walked away. It wasn’t until about noon the next day, that the maid came back. She didn’t come to open the lid and toss more trash into the cart though, she came back to roll the cart out of the room, and out to the waiting trash truck.

The cart rolled, vibrated, bumped and shimmied as it was taken over the trash truck.

Then all of a sudden, the lid was taken off and two trash men took the cart and raised it over the side of the large, white, side loading trash truck, so as to dump the contents of the cart into the hopper full of other wet diapers and unwanted baby clothing among other things. As the cart’s contents were spilling out into the hopper, one of the trash men commented on the fact that there was a baby in the trash. Once the cart was emptied and put back onto the ground, one of the trash men rummaged through the trash to find me. Once he found me, he brushed the diapers that covered me aside for a moment so that

He could insert his fingers into my leg holes so that he could check my diaper for wetness. The trash man felt around inside and discovered the doublers, noting that my diaper was very thick and bulky. Then he decided to unfasten the tapes. Once the tapes were undone, my diaper was opened. Then the trash man fished around in the trash for some old cloth diapers to put into my diaper for added absorbency for the long haul to the diaper processing plant. Then after the trash man was finished inserting the cloth diapers into my already thick and doubled disposable diaper, he taped my diaper back up a little looser than it used to be and a lot bulkier than it was. Then he shoved me back into the trash and then covered me back up with diapers from head to toe. Then the maid came back with the second and third carts full of my wet cloth and disposable diapers.

The two trash men took the closest one and dumped it into the hopper. Then after the cart was empty, one of the men pulled on a handle, which started the compactor.

The load of diapers lurched up and down for a second then began to bunch up, roll, and scrunch up as the compactor pushed the diapers and I into the back of the truck that was already partly full of diapers.  Then once the compactor was done, the trash men dumped the last cart full into the hopper. Then the trash men jumped back onto the sides of the truck gave the signal to move on, then the truck lurched and off it went to the next stop.

At the next stop, the trash men dumped in more disposable diapers, a couple cans worth of old baby clothes and some half used packs of disposable diapers that were at least six years old. Then they moved to the next stop. There they dumped in some cans of old stained up formerly wet cloth diapers, old footed printed pajama bottoms with some small holes in them, some plastic trash bags that had the corners poked out and made into leg holes, some empty disposable diaper bags, a whole bunch of open wet disposable diapers, and then a kicking and fussing little girl who was wearing a thick, baggy, saggy, disposable diaper. The little girl resisted, kicked, and fussed while the two trash men took hold of her arms and legs, then tossed her into the hopper on top of her load of trash. Then, while one of the men kept her in the hopper, the other turned the compactor on.

As the compactor started, it made the baby girl fall back into the hopper as it continued to push the load into the back of the truck, then retract. Then the two men jumped onto each side of the truck and then the truck moved on to the next stop. While the truck was moving, the little girl groaned and moaned as she tried to get back out into the hopper area to attempt to escape. When the truck stopped, the little girl fell back down into the trash. Then the two men jumped down and began to fill the hopper area with more diapers and diaper related trash. Once the hopper was full again, the compactor was turned on again, as the trash was pushed into the back of the truck where us two babies were smashed snugly in between lots of wet diapers and old baby clothes.

The truck was getting pretty full by now and by the time the truck got to the end of the alley, it was time to empty the truck so that they could finish their route by evening.

At the last stop, at the end of the alley, the truck stopped, the two trash men jumped down and dumped in loads of diapers from each side of the alley. The third can from one side of the alley had a young baby boy who was wearing three torn cloth diapers with holes in different places in each layer of diapers. He wasn’t wearing any plastic or rubber pants either. The trash man held him under his arms and carried him to the hopper where he laid him down onto the diapers inside. Then the trash man from the other side dumped a large trash can full of wet disposable diapers, baby wipes, empty diaper packages, some partially empty baby powder containers, some old cloth and disposable training pants, and several packs of unopened disposable diapers. Then the trash man that put the baby boy into the hopper, went and came back with one of the baby’s cans completely full of tattered, torn, and surface ripped toddler sized cloth diapers that were formerly wet but were now dry.

The baby’s mother hadn’t even taken the time to rinse the baby’s cloth diapers before disposing of them and the baby. She had just tossed what was in the diaper pail; his remaining cloth diapers and all of his clothes into the trash then the father took the trash out to the back and then locked the gate. The baby’s family didn’t have enough money to continue diapering him any longer and they could not afford to buy new cloth diapers. So they had called the diaper service to see if they wanted their baby. They did not. The service told them to dispose of him in the trash and not to feel too guilty.

So that is how this baby boy ended up in the trash.

Now, the trash man had dumped one of the trash cans full of the baby’s old ragged cloth diapers into the hopper on top of the baby boy who didn’t even want to struggle much because he was too scared to. The diapers came down and landed all over the baby’s face, and mid chest. Then the last can from the other side was dumped into the hopper all over the baby boy. Then the last can from his side of the alley was dumped in.

Then the two trash men jumped onto each side and held on. The truck then lurched forward and then turned onto the street where it traveled until it turned again. Then it stopped, and then turned right. Then it traveled down a main street for a long while before it slowed then turned to the left. It traveled for a long time before it went over a cattle guard then onto a dirt road. The dirt road was kind of bumpy. The truck kept on going, as it went deeper and deeper into a large canyon with mountains surrounding it on all sides. Then the truck slowed down as it turned into a lot with a guard shack and a weighing scale at the entrance, a twenty-foot high cinder block wall surrounding the ten-acre lot with a large warehouse in the center. Each truck that entered must be weighed in and weighed out upon exiting. There were four guards in the guard shack at the entrance who’s job is to keep a look out for babies that are trying to escape, or people or trash men who are trying to keep babies for themselves and or trying to keep the babies from going to the processing plant altogether.

The truck that us babies were in was next in the once long line.

It pulled up onto the scale then waited while it was weighed in. then it drove off of the scale, down into the yard where the driver was being directed to dump his load into a large square metal pit that was filling up quickly with loads of unwanted diaper trash.

The truck we were in, backed up close to the edge of the pit then the back of the truck began to open widely as the compactor started to push the trash out and into the pit.

Us three babies spilled out into the pit on top of the diapers from behind us as the diapers from in front of us spilled out on top of us. There was a truck right next to the one we were in, dumping its load into the pit as well. That truck was a lot bigger than the one we were in. It had a lot more diaper trash to empty out. The trash spilled out on top of us three babies, completely burying us under four feet of diapers. All of a sudden, the diapers under us and on top of us began to slide down into the pit and then drop down onto a moving conveyor belt. Three-inch thick clear plastic walls surrounded the conveyor belt. The trash was then carried away from the chute and over to the sorting stations manned by fifteen men and women. Each station was open enough for the sorter to be able to move around freely and comfortably while it was organized with large, tall pails for the clean disposable diapers, a couple of rolling carts for the cloth diapers and the other cart for the onesies, footed sleepers and t-shirts along with the baby clothes that came in off of the belt, and some trash cans used to put the left over containers of wipes or powder into until some one came to take them away. The sorter’s job was to separate the cloth items from the disposables, and to separate the clean disposable diapers from the wet ones. Everything else was left on the belt. If a baby came along wearing a cloth diaper or rubber pants over a cloth diaper, that baby was pulled off of the belt and tossed into the cloth diaper cart. If the baby is wearing a disposable diaper, that baby is left on the belt. If the baby is wearing any clothing, that baby must be striped down to just the diaper and depending on what type of diaper they are wearing, they will be taken to the belt and placed back on it, or placed into the cloth diaper cart.

The baby girl was the first to be sorted. She was examined then left on the belt as it carried her back into the enclosed area of the belt with the rest of the disposable diapers, wipes, and old empty diaper packages. Then the baby boy wearing the torn up and tattered cloth diapers was next. All of the cloth diapers around him including him were taken off of the belt and put into the cloth diaper cart. The cart was full now, and then was pushed aside until some one came to take it away.

I was next to be sorted. A pretty blond woman leaned in and pulled me closer to her so that she could inspect my diaper for any cloth diapers. She inserted both of her index fingers into the leg holes of my diaper and began to feel around while I went down the line. Noting the cloth diaper inside of my disposable, she quickly pulled me off of the belt, carried me over to a changing table nearby, and laid me down on it. She then quickly unfastened the tapes of my diaper and laid it open flat. She then quickly lifted my bottom up so that she could remove the cloth diaper. Then she tossed it into the empty cloth diaper cart then pulled my disposable diaper back up and refastened the tapes. She then picked me up, carried me back over to the belt, and put me back down on my back. The belt took me down the line where more people were rummaging through the trash that was under me, around me and on top of me now. All of those people’s fingers were poking through, over, around and on my diaper and I. Then the belt carried me past all of the sorters and into the enclosed part of the belt. Then the belt carried the loads of diapers into a dark area that was enclosed with three-inch thick steel walls. The belt then turned to the right then to the left before it dumped the loads of diapers into a giant bin at the end. Six women were busy coming over and taking arm loads worth of diapers to a large silver, aluminum bowl that must have been at least six to eight feet deep. The Women were dropping the armloads of diaper trash into the large aluminum bowl and then coming back for more diapers. On the other side of that bowl, there was five more the same size as that one. The baby girl was the first one to find out just what was in the giant bowl and what the people standing next to each one was doing with the loads of diapers.

After a while I was too picked up and carried over to one of the large bowls. The woman came over to the bin, picked me up, carried me over to the second bowl that was being loaded, and then the woman waited there, next to the bowl while one of the other women stepped down from the ladder, and pulled me from the woman’s arms. This woman carried me up to the top of the bowl, lifted me over the edge, and then let me go. I slid down into the bottom of the bowl that already had the whole bottom of the bowl (about four feet) filled with open wet disposable diapers, old baby wipes, and old, empty disposable diaper bags. I landed on one side then looked up to see where I was.

I noticed right away, the four large nozzles that were pointed down right into the bottom of the bowl each nozzle was placed directly across from another one. Each nozzle had a large clear tube connected to it. Each tube was running into a giant container of a bluish, greenish gel. The women kept dumping the diapers into the bowl from the bin I was in until the woman that put me into the bowl, climbed down and started the pump, which would pressurize the hoses, thus pumping the thick gel into the nozzles. After the gel got through the nozzles, it became a thick, lathery foaming gel. It was squirting onto all of the diapers inside and covering me from head to toe. Once the bowl filled up past the load of diapers, a machine was rolled up to the side of the bowl that reached into the middle of the bowl. The large rubber paddle looking thing was lowered into the bottom of the bowl, before it began to stir the foam, the diapers, and I around. The paddle turned around 360 degrees as it stirred the contents of the bowl around. It continued to stir the diapers and I around, pressing itself into the back of my diaper several times, with a loud thwacking sound as it turned. Then about an hour later, the stirring machine was turned off, and wheeled away. The woman, who had put me into the bowl, appeared near the edge again; this time she had a large rubber paddle in her hand. She then reached in and then began to stir the contents around, poking the stirring paddle around randomly, poking at the diapers and I to see if the load was ready to come out yet. Of course it wasn’t, so the woman stepped back down and out of sight for a while longer. The sides of the bowl were steep and slick. The foam smelled like a combination of a new pampers or luvs’ diaper and regular shaving cream. The foaming gel was cool and sort of heavy, like whipped cream and shaving cream. The load and I were left in the bowl for another half an hour more before the woman came back to take out one of the diapers to examine it.

Once she examined the diaper, she tossed it back into the bowl and then all of a sudden, the bottom of the bowl began to open up. All of the foam and the diapers spilled out into a large strainer underneath the bowl. The foam was draining into a porcelain sink that took the foam back into another container where the foam could be reused in another load of diapers. The foam was used to deodorize, deactivate the SAP, soften the diapers if they were dry and stiff, and kill any bacteria that may be present. Once the foam was mostly gone, two women picked up the strainer, carried it over to a pile of trash, and then dumped it out onto the pile. I spilled out onto the pile of diapers that was tall and full of soft, sweet smelling disposable diapers. A few minutes later, the baby girl and the load of diapers she was in, was dumped onto the pile. Her diaper was sagging a lot now but now, it wasn’t as wet as it used to be. The foam had another effect. It dried the diapers too, two minutes after it came in contact with the wetness in the diaper the diaper was as dry as it was when it was new. Now, the baby boy that had the torn up cloth diaper on, was put into the cloth diaper cart then the cart was eventually rolled over to another sorting area where the sorters were separating the torn up and ragged cloth diapers, onesies, t-shirts, and baby clothes from the ones that weren’t torn up at all. The cloth diapers and other items that were torn up were being tossed into another cart that was eventually going to be taken to a large, deep version of a toilet, and flushed down it.

The baby boy was taken out of the cart, placed onto another conveyor belt. The belt was being loaded with the diapers from the cart. A few minutes later, the first sorter took one look at the baby’s torn up cloth diaper and took him off of the belt and put him into the other cart. A few minutes later, some more torn and worn cloth diapers were tossed into the cart on top of the baby. Once the cart was full, it was rolled away. The cart was taken over to a part of the warehouse that looked like a large men’s bathroom with all of the stalls and nothing else. The cart was rolled into one of the empty stalls and unloaded into the bowl. Once the baby boy was uncovered, the women lifted him out of the cart, and then lowered him into the toilet bowl feet first. She then lowered him into the water, then pulled him out again, then lowered him back in again. She continued to dunk him in and out of the water for a few minutes until she was satisfied that his diaper was rinsed out enough. Then she went back to taking large overflowing armloads of diapers, onesies, footed sleepers, and old t-shirts and dropping them into the toilet bowl. Once the toilet was loaded and the cart was empty, the woman began the task of rinsing out each and every diaper, onesie, footed sleeper, and t-shirt. Once she was done about an hour later, she got up, put the lid down, and latched it closed so that the baby boy couldn’t get out. Then she pushed the cart out of the way and then walked out of the room for a little while to go and get another cart to empty into the bowl once that load was flushed. The sounds of the other baby in the stall next to the one the baby boy was in, being dunked in and out of the toilet and the woman who was attending to him was washing, scrubbing his diaper as clean as it could with a toilet brush used for just this kind of thing, could be heard.

Then the woman spoke to the baby as she continued cleaning the other diapers in the toilet bowl. Then, all of a sudden, some soapy lather began to fill the watery toilet bowls. The woman attending to the other baby, had to step away, load the rest of her load into the bowl quickly, then lower the lids, then latch them before all of the toilets flushed at the same time. She gave the baby one last diaper check from all sides, front and back before latching the lid. She then walked out of the room as another woman with another cart came into the room and into one of the stalls next to the one the baby boy was in.

She quickly unloaded the cart and the baby that was inside into the toilet bowl. She then sprinkled some laundry soap into the bowls one at a time along with some fabric softener before re-latching all of the lids. Thirty seconds later, the toilets all began to flush. Water began to rush into the bowls creating a swirling waterspout, a cyclone into which all of the diapers and all of the babies were sucked and pulled down into the drains. Once the bowls were clear, the water began to refill the bowls. The baby boy was pulled down the large pipes that ran underground and eventually led to a waste treatment plant where all diapers, babies, clothing items or whatever was flushed and came down the pipes, were pulled into a strainer. Once the strainer was full, it was emptied into a large funnel that eventually pulled in the babies from the pipes, and all of the diapers. The babies all fell onto a conveyor belt along with all of the diapers, and were taken up to another conveyor belt that was taking the diapers and the babies upwards and into a rolling feeder that pulled the diapers and the babies into the first step of the cloth diapers being shredded. First, the diapers are pulled in by the feeders, like a printer, pulls in a sheet of paper before it gets printed on, then the diapers and the babies get the top layer of their diapers torn off along with the top layers of all of the diapers. The diapers are taken apart and divided into layers first, and then all of the layers are taken over to another shredding machine and shredded into strips. Then the strips are fed into a grinder where the strips are ground up into fibers. The baby’s diaper was taken apart layer by layer as he wore it.

Once he had no more diapers on, he was removed from the process and taken over to the

area where the fibers were being mixed with high quality paper fibers. Once the two were mixed the composite material is packaged and sold off to companies that make disposable diapers out of it. The baby is diapered, in a disposable diaper, then either sold off to a laboratory, or sold to a diaper company for temporary use in the manufacturing of the diapers. Once the company is done with the baby, they either dispose of him in the trash, send him to an orphanage for unwanted babies, or sell him to a company who will use him as a practice prop in the trash man/ diaper woman training process. They will compact him, practice flushing him, preparing him for disposals, and practice recycling techniques on him. After a while, the baby will be taken to a place where the babies who are no longer useful and dumped into an underground storage tank. They will diaper him in very thick diapers; both cloth and disposable diapers, then dump him and all of the diapers that are going into the tank as well, into the tank. The baby is checked on, fed, and occasionally changed when his or her diapers need changing and are too wet to take any more. Six months later, the diapers are taken out, and placed into a pile outside in the dump. They are kept there for four years until the space is needed for other diapers. Then the pile and everything in it, is pushed into a pit in the back of the dumping grounds and left there forever. Sometimes a curious dumper will scrounge around and come across the babies and try to take them home, but they are always stopped at the guard shack. If the person wants to pay for the baby, they can do so, at the gate, but the price is always a little steep. If the person can afford it, they pay the money, and go home with the baby.

The only thing is, everyone at the dump knows that the baby will eventually be back when they are no longer wanted and brought there in another load of diaper trash.

A little later, once it had become dark, the night shift came in and began to go through all of the disposable diapers in the new piles. All of the babies were moved into a temporary nursery where they will be kept until the lab checks their diapers out. The babies will be fed, and have inserts put into their diapers to keep them dry until the lab takes them.

Each of the diapers must be closely inspected to be sure that they can be used again or even recycled and made into either diaper packaging or back into diapers again. Once the babies are recycled, they are taken to a special diaper school, and re-programmed, re diaper trained and then sold and or adopted to people who want or need a baby.

Some times they are sold to companies or labs that use the babies to test new diapering chemicals and or new baby powder scents or baby shampoos and or new laundry soaps.

Now, the baby girl was the first one to be taken out of the pile and into the nursery.

She was carried into the nursery, placed onto a changing table, then a woman unfasten the tapes of her diaper, inserted some diaper doublers into it, then pulled it back up between her legs and refastened the tapes making sure that her diaper was nestled snugly and comfortably in between her legs. Then the woman took her and placed her into a locking crib that was made out of stainless steel, and left there until the lab technician came to get her and some of the diapers to inspect. Then the baby girl was given a bottle full of whole white milk that had a powerful sleeping drug in it. Once the baby girl was finished with her bottle, it was only a few minutes until she fell fast asleep.

When she finally woke up, she found herself strapped to a changing table with her diaper unfastened and laying open flat. Her arms here locked into restraints at her sides, her legs were locked in ankle restraints and spread apart so that some one could work with her diaper. A tall redheaded woman came walking up to the changer with another technician at her side. They both had small beakers of colored stuff in their hands. They were talking about taking her and her diaper into the chemical lab and experimenting with her in there.

The chemical lab was down underground about thirty feet and had such thick walls that a baby could scream at the top of their lungs and no one could hear them. This is also where very deviant things also occurred. The lab technicians could do things to the babies there and no one could do anything about it. The lab had its own compactor, its own diaper foamer bowls, its own set of toilets that emptied into a strainer that was automatically dumped down a chute that took the diapers and whatever came down the chute, into a laundry room. The lab also had restraints bolted to one of the walls where the lab technicians would put their subjects when they had a large amount of a chemical or powder to test on the baby and the diaper all at once without worrying about making a large mess. They would also use these when they wanted to splatter staining chemicals onto the baby’s diapers so that they could try to wash the stains out using their new chemicals. If the babies misbehaved, this is also where the lab technicians leave them until the punishment staff came to deal with them.

“Once we are done with these few tests, we can take her down to the lab with us and strap her down there.” Said the red head. “Great”, said her accomplice with an evil grin.

Then a few minutes later, I was picked up, carried from the pile by a man in a brown jump suit and carried into the temporary nursery. I too was carried over to a changing table where my diaper was unfastened. When the woman came over to put some doublers into my diaper, she was surprised to see that I already had six inside of my diaper.

She decided to remove the wet ones and replace them with six clean and dry ones.

She sprinkled a little baby powder into my diaper then pulled my diaper back between my legs, and refastened the tapes. She then checked to make sure that the elastics in the leg holes weren’t pointed inwards. She inserted both of her index fingers into the leg holes and ran them up and down and around the leg holes. Then she did something I never expected. She pulled me into her arms and cradled me. Then she pulled a bottle full

Of whole milk out of her apron pocket and put it into my mouth. She then began to rock me, and hush me as I drank. She kept running her open palm across the front of my thickly padded pelvis. It felt very good, and very relaxing. Before I knew it, she was doing it faster and faster. Then all at once, I shot my load of warm cum into my diaper.

Then, al at once, I was feeling so groggy and sleepy. My body began to go limp and I finally fell fast asleep in her arms. When the drug wore off, I woke up to find myself strapped to a changing table with my diaper open flat and my arms strapped at my sides.

My ankles were strapped in an open position and my chest was also strapped down so that I couldn’t sit up. A blond woman in her thirties or forties came up to me with another diaper in her hand and set the new diaper on my chest. She then left again only to return rolling a cart that had clean cloth diapers, baby wipes, a whole lot of different beakers, a hand held microscope, a stethoscope, three baby bottles full of apple juice, milk and water, two more clean disposable diapers, a pack of doublers, and two onesies.

She pulled the cart over to where she was going to be working, in between my legs, and then perched herself on a small round stool. She then took some latex gloves and put them on. Then she began to take one of the beakers full of a reddish liquid, and proceeded to pour it onto and into my diaper. The liquid stained the inside of my disposable diaper. This told the Woman that my diaper wasn’t ready yet and might need to be taken back to the diaper foaming bowls for another two or more hours. Then she put that beaker down and grabbed another one, then poured it into my diaper and all over me.

The liquid was real thick and runny. This liquid was to wash out the remaining SAP and to soften the diaper if it had been wet and then began to dry when the SAP was still active. This stuff would cause the stiff, hard and crunchy part of my wet diaper become as soft as the rest of it was when it was clean. Then she put that beaker down and then she grabbed another beaker. She poured that beaker all over me, from my head to my toes.

Then she put that beaker down and with her gloved hands, she began to rub it in. She started on my hair, then worked her way down to my waist. Once at my waist, she then reached over to the cart and pulled down one of the clean cloth diapers. She opened it up, and draped it open flat over the front part of my waist, covering my penis. She then used the soft diaper to wipe the excess chemical off of me, which stained the cloth diaper. Once she was done, she dropped the cloth diaper over my face and then began to pour something thick, like lotion onto my waist. She then began to work it in. she rubbed it into my penis, which quickly became erect. She then continued rubbing the thick chemical in working her way down to my testicles and then into my crotch. Then when she was done, she pulled my old disposable diaper out from under me, and tossed it onto my belly until she could get one of the clean disposable diapers under me. Once that was done, she inserted eight diaper doublers into my diaper, then one of the clean cloth diapers on top of them. Then she grabbed the front two wings of my fresh diaper and pulled it up between my legs. She then tucked the wings in and fastened the tapes on each side. My diaper rustled a lot as she prepared me to be taken down to the chemical labs to be placed into another changing table with a waterproof top layer on it. She then picked up one more beaker and then poured it all over my diaper and me. Then she began to rub it in a little which made me smell like a freshly wet pampers diaper. A combination of that sweet new pampers smell and wetness. It also stained the front of my diaper so that I would look dirty for the lab technicians. Then the blond woman got up, and left, leaving the cart, the supplies and the diapers on my face and my belly. After a long wait, a couple of women came over to the changer I was on and began to undo the restraints. Once I was freed, one of the women picked me up and cradled me in her arms. I still had the old disposable diaper on my belly, and the cloth diaper on my face at this time. The woman then carried me towards the elevator that went down into the lab that was thirty-feet down under ground. The other woman gathered the supplies, put them onto the cart, then pushed the cart to the elevator. Once inside of the elevator It took us down the long ways down into the lab. The doors opened and the cart was pushed out and I was carried over

To a changing table and laid down on it. The other woman came over to help put me into the cuffs and prepare me to be dowsed with chemicals. She loosened up my diaper by unfastening the tapes and repositioning them a little farther apart. In a weak voice, I pleaded for them not to do this, but they just told me that I was theirs to do what they wanted to until next week, when the inventory is taken. Then they have to put you out into a pile or into the nursery for a couple of days in case they want to use you for something.

Then they got an idea, “why don’t they buy the babies from the plant. Then they wouldn’t have to eventually send the babies to the dump where they would sit in piles of diapers until dooms day getting sprayed with diaper deodorizers and softeners. We could use the babies for anything. We could even lend them out to people who need them”.

The lab technicians all agreed and one of them took some money from the petty cash container and then left to go and pay for the babies.

“You know, said one of the women, I need to use one of the babies right now. I am going to use one to test our new machine. The diaper dirtier. This new machine does the opposite as a washer does. It will dirty any cloth diaper, onesie, and footed sleeper and stain it so that it looks and smells like it has been worn and leaked into for two days. It has a freshly wet pampers diaper smell to it. Then once we are done with that, we can take him or her, and change them into a disposable diaper, then insert them into the trash compactor just to see if these new diapers we have will stand up to that kind of treatment while the baby is still wearing it. These new diapers are supposed to be used for and during disposals. They are three times as thick as Abena x pluses, and six times as thick as molicares. They are supposed to be real thick in the butt area and super, super thick and saggy between the legs, so that when the compactor smashes the baby, the diaper scrunches up and presses against the baby’s crotch and stays absorbent enough to make it four to five days without a change without leaking or giving the baby a rash. It is also said to be flushable too. After the compactor, we should try to flush the baby too.”

“What do we do with the baby after that?” Asked the other technician. “We need to put the babies into the cuffs on that wall over there and splatter them with stuff that they would come into contact with while they are at the dump and in the trash. We will rub them with open wet disposable and cloth diapers then splatter them with the powder from a wet diaper, then put them into trashcans full of open wet diapers and then close the lids and lock them for a couple of hours until they smell like they’ve been in the trash for a long while. Then we take them out, change their diapers, diaper them into clean and white cloth diapers, then dress them in white and clean onesies, then take them to the toilets and put them into the soak and rinsing toilets. Then we take them out and take them to the laundry room and leave them to be washed. If they come back and aren’t clean, we take them over to our lab and lay them all into our toilets. Then we load the toilets with all of the lab diapers that will never become useful ever again, and then we have a little fun with the babies and their diapers before we close the lids and flush them. Once they are gone, we go and get them at the plant’s waste treatment plant and bring them back here. Then we call the diaper school and place them there so that the school can use them to train the future trash men and women, the diaper men and women and the cloth diaper service men and women.

First I have another idea, we could put the babies into the disposable diaper recycler too before we do anything else. That way, we won’t have to take their diapers off. We will just have to take them out of the recycler naked and bring them over to have their next diaper put on them.” Suggested the lead technician. “Good idea, I like it.” Agreed the dark haired tech. “Lets get started said the lead technician”. Then the tech that paid for the babies came back with the ownership papers for all of the babies. She put the papers down on her desk and called for the others to come and pick which one they wanted to own. The blond tech picked me, then took my papers over to her desk and put them into a filing cabinet for safekeeping. The dark haired woman picked the baby girl in the thick disposable. Then the redhead picked the last remaining baby girl. She was diapered in a saggy disposal diaper put on her by the people who disposed of her. She hadn’t been inspected yet but was sent down to the lab anyway. Now she belonged to the lab exclusively. The owner of the lab was a very stern and focused young man who used to be one of the trash men that worked there at the plant until the former owner decided to sell it to him. Now, he owned the whole plant, the lab and the waste treatment plant down the way from here. The only thing he wanted was to own the private diaper dump too. That was going to be the very next thing he was going to buy in the next month or so. That way, he would control the flow of babies and diapers the way he wanted. The diaper dump had two sections. The disposable diaper section, and the cloth diaper section. The cloth diaper section took the usable cloth diapers and other cloth items and washed them. Then they packed and sold them to under privileged families, orphanages, and companies that used them as rags, like labs, and garbage truck washes, and daycares and nurseries and people who use them as baby wipes then throw them away. The diapers would come back to him then be transferred to the disposable diaper area once they were not usable any longer as diapers. Then they would be shredded and ground up and then made into disposable diaper padding. Then when the people where done with those, they would come back to the dump as disposable diapers. Then he would use these diapers on their babies there at the dump. Once there, the disposables would stay, until it was time to recycle them into disposable diaper packaging, trash bags and disposable baby clothing.

The cycle would then continue until more diapers came to the dump.

The three technicians then came over to their babies and undid all of the restraints that held them to their changers. Then each tech carried their baby over to the diaper-recycling machine, which looked like a large industrial washer you might see at a Laundromat. “Who do you want to go first?” asked one of the techs. “I will put my baby girl into the recycler first. She has the thickest diaper on.” “Ok, go ahead”. Said the lead tech. Then the red head carried her baby over to the machine that was being loaded with disposable diapers, and handed her baby to the buff man in the brown jump suit.

The man took her baby from her, and laid her down onto the conveyor belt that was heading upwards into the opening. The baby girl went up and then disappeared into the dark opening as more diapers were loaded onto the belt and put into the opening.

Some one else came by with a whole lot of disposable diapers to recycle and gave the cart to the man who placed the diapers from the cart onto the conveyor belt. After a while, the machine looked like a drier with a large load of clothes in it with the door open. Then, the man pushed the empty cart away from the belt, stopped the belt, and then went over to a set of controls. He flipped open the clear lid, flicked a couple of switches, waited until the automatic door slid closed, then pushed a large red button. Then he walked away so that he could load another machine just around the corner.

The machine usually took about forty-five minutes to do the load of diapers. So, the dark haired woman decided to take her baby over to the other machine and let the man take her baby too. The dark haired woman carried her baby girl over to where the man was loading the other machine and then stopped for a second to check her baby’s diaper. She unfastened the tapes and repositioned them so that the diaper would fit her baby tighter. Then she ran her fingers through the leg holes and tugged on the waist a little. Then she picked her baby up, cradling her in her arms, and carried her over to the man. The man took her baby from her and laid her onto the conveyor belt. He then loaded some open wet diapers on top of her as she ascended into the opening of the machine. Within seconds, her baby had disappeared into the darkness of the machine along with the continuing flow of wet diapers that the man was loading into it. Once in the machine, her baby was covered with diapers and disposable baby clothes made out of paper.

After loading three whole carts worth of diapers into the machine, he went over to the controls, flicked some switches, waited until the automatic sliding door closed and latched, then pushed the big red button that glowed. The machine then began to fill with a warm, soapy water solution. Once it was full, it began to agitate like side loading washer.

The first machine was just starting to agitate and was just going into the foaming diaper wash cycle. This is where the diapers and the baby got dowsed with foaming diaper wash which cleaned the diapers and the baby just before the rinse cycle. Once the rinse cycle was done, the actual breaking down process began. The machine would fill up with a clear, warm water, then agitate again but this time, it would break the whole diaper up, as it bumped around and against the sides of the drum inside. This wouldn’t hurt the babies though; it would just break up their diapers and then wash the remains into many filters, which would separate the plastic from the paper after the water from the machine, drained out, leaving the babies behind.

Now, with a loud click, the foaming diaper wash drained away, and the rinse cycle began. Warm water began to rush into the tub and then rush back out as it drained away. The water then began to rinse the foaming wash out of the diapers and off of the baby. Her diaper was soaking wet and heavy now. It hadn’t puffed up at all because the SAP had been deactivated in the diaper foam when she and her diapers had soaked in the large aluminum bowls earlier.

Then after about ten minutes of rinsing, the water stopped flowing through and began to fill the tub, as the tub slowed then stopped. The baby girl in the first machine was buried under tons of soaking wet disposable diapers that were open and had wrapped themselves around her face, chest and legs. As the warm water began to reach the desired mark, the machine began to agitate once again. This time, her diaper began to tear apart a little from her backside. Then another tear opened at her butt crack, then another one opened at her right side as she bumped against the side of the tub. Then one of her tapes popped off on her left side under the extreme pressure. Then another tape popped off on her right side. Then some of the padding from her diaper began to come out and float into the water. All at once, the other diapers began to loose their padding too. No, no, this isn’t supposed to happen is it? She wondered to herself. Then the plastic backing on six of the diapers that were tangled around her burst open then began to come apart. Her diaper was beginning to fly apart more and more. Pretty soon, the last tape on her right side popped off causing her diaper to float open on one side. Then a few seconds later, the last one from her left side popped of and her diaper went tossing around in the agitating water. Before long, there were no more whole diapers in the machine, just pieces, of them. Tapes, a piece of plastic backing, some pieces of the padding and the liners were all floating around and tossing and turning in the water as they were broke down into fibers. After the murky water was full of diaper particles, the machine began to let the water drain out and into the many filters. The only thing left was the baby, because she was too big to fit through the large screens. Then, the tub stopped, and a few minutes later, the automatic sliding door slid open. It was a few minutes before some one went to get the baby girl from inside of the first machine. The man came, and pulled the naked baby from the machine and laid her down on a changing table used to put babies into disposable diapers that were going to be recycled just before they were loaded into the machine.

The man then called to the redhead who then came over and picked her baby girl up and carried her over to a changing table so that she could change her baby into formerly wet cloth diapers, and a dirty onesie.

The whole time the baby girl was in the first machine, the blond woman cradled me in her arms, and rocked me to keep me calm while they waited.

Now it was time to take her baby over and let the man load him into the machine.

Before she was going to let the man take her baby, she thought to put his other diaper doublers that were removed earlier back into his diaper for thickness. So then she went back over to the place where they left the cart, and picked up the doublers, then she walked back over to the changer next to the machine, to insert the doublers into her baby’s diaper.  She quickly unfastened the tapes on my diaper, and laid my diaper open flat. She then lifted my butt while she put the wet, doublers back into my diaper. She then adjusted the fit of the doublers before pulling my diaper back up between my legs, and refastening the tapes tightly and firmly in place. With my butt nice and fat, and my crotch nice and saggy now, she thought I was ready to be loaded into the machine. So she lifted me up and carried me over to the man who then took me out of her arms and laid me down on the conveyor belt. He then put some open, wet disposable diapers, with the padding side down and against me, and then he put another load of wet diapers onto my head with the open padded side against my face. Then he started the belt then put more diapers onto the belt as it carried me upwards into the opening. Then it got dark as I passed into the tub and fell in. The diapers that were spilling in from the conveyor belt then covered me. The rustling of the plastic backing was all I could hear as the diapers piled in on top of me, covering me from head to toe. “You know ladies, we do have a baby recycler too?” Said the man.  “You do?” asked one of the women “How does that work?” asked the blond woman who owned me. “Well, it is kind of like these machines, but the whole diapers and the baby get washed into a particle laser beam like thing and get turned into tiny little micro dots. Then they are rematerialized into another machine where the baby and the diapers come out completely clean as is they had just been made.

The babies are reprogrammed, and are then ready to re diaper train. They don’t even remember going into the machine. They are as new as the day they were born.

Would you like to watch as a baby is sent through the process?” Asked the man.

Sure, said the redhead and the dark haired woman. Then the two women and the man left leaving the blond woman to watch her baby boy get his diaper broken up into little pieces and get washed away. The man left another man in charge of loading the baby boy’s machine while he showed the women the other machines.

This man loved to load the machines with the wet diapers. He had never loaded it with a baby before though. So, when he was done loading all of the diapers into the machine, he grabbed a stepladder and brought it over to the opening of the machine. He then climbed up and looked in. the smell of wet diapers was in the air as he poked around to find the baby. He then pulled the baby closer to him by grabbing the baby by one of his legs.

He then took a look at the baby’s thick diaper. He then grabbed one of the wet disposable diapers, and started to rub it all over the baby, starting at his face. Then, he stuffed that diaper into the waistband of his diaper before getting another diaper and rubbing it all over his face, his chest and belly. Then he turned the baby over and then stuffed that diaper into the waistband in the back of his diaper. This made the baby’s diaper extra fat and saggy. Then the man stuffed another wet disposable diaper into the baby’s face. Then the man pushed the diaper into the baby’s face, and then shoved more diapers onto his face, chest and belly, and even between his legs before climbing down from the stepladder.

Then the man went over to the controls, flicked a couple of switches, waited until the automatic sliding door slid closed and latched before pushing the glowing red button.

Then, a few seconds later, the tub began to fill with a warm, soapy water. This surprised the baby boy and made him cry a little. Then once the water reached its level, the tub began to agitate. It rocked back and forth; swishing the soapy water back and forth while the diapers got washed out for the first time. The baby’s diaper was so thick, that the water was just washing his diaper out and not making it too soaking wet.

The other diapers on the other hand were now soaking wet. Then about ten minutes later, the warm soapy water drained away, and some even warmer foaming diaper wash filled the tub. The foam was very, very thick, and sticky. It was leaking into my diaper, and slightly whitening the padding and doublers inside. All of the diapers were now full of the foaming diaper wash and I was getting cleaner and cleaner by the second. Then, after about fifteen minutes of the foaming diaper wash, the warm rinse water began to rush in and flow though the tub. All of the diapers were now being rinsed for the final time before they would start to break apart. The nest thing I know, the tub begins to turn slowly at a steady pace, much at the same speed as a commercial drier at a Laundromat.

Then the water stopped flowing through the tub and began filling it. Once it was full enough the final cycle began. The tub continued to turn steadily as the diapers began to slowly break apart as they bounced around in the tub. The diaper I was wearing began to break apart at the tapes. First, my right hand tapes popped off, and then the left ones. Then my diaper fell off of me and tumbled around in the water, bumping against the rubber things that were attached to the tub causing the diapers to come apart after they hit each one. The now clean disposable diapers were now wrapping themselves around my face, my legs, and my pelvis as the machine tossed them around. It wasn’t long before I noticed my diaper had large holes in the liner and the padding was slowly floating away from it. Before long all of the diapers had their padding coming out and falling to the bottom of the tub. My diaper was so thick to begin with that the machine was going to take longer to break it up into small pieces. By the time it was time for the final draining, my diaper had not completely broke apart yet. It was a padding less, liner less disposable diaper plastic back sheet with no tapes. The remains of all the diapers drained into the filters and disappeared. I was left naked and damp. Then a few minutes later, the automatic sliding door opened and the cool air filled the tub.

Then a few minutes later, the first man came and pulled me out of the tub

He then laid me down on the changing table and then went back to reloading the machine.

The blond woman came over, picked me up, and carried me over to the lab where she laid me onto another changing table. She then strapped me down then left me there to go and get the clean cloth diapers, and a white onesie from the supply closet across the room. Then she came back over to the changer and began to diaper me in the cloth diapers. Then once the diapers were fastened, the blond lab technician began to put the onesie on me, fastening the snaps in the crotch. Then she unfastened the restraint cuffs then picked me up and stood me up next to the changer. “Are you girls ready to put the babies into the diaper dirtier?” Asked the blond technician. Sure, I’m ready. But my bay has dirty diapers on already.” “Let me change her into some clean diapers before I put her in, ok?” then the red head put her baby back down onto the changer and began to changer her baby’s diaper and onesie. Once she was done changing her baby, she took the dirty diapers and tossed them into the cloth diaper pail along with the dirty onesie before lifting her baby girl up and standing her next to me.

And then it was time to take us babies over to the diaper dirtier and load us into each machine. The technicians forced us babies to waddle over to the machines on the far wall of their lab where their were six empty machines waiting for us.

In front of three of the machines, there were three grey janitorial carts full of clean, white cloth diapers and onesies.

Which machine do you want? Asked the blond tech to the redhead.

I don’t care really. You pick this time. You go first.  Ok, I pick the middle one. Said the blond tech as she pushed me over to the opening of the machine.

My tech then reached under me and with one flick of her wrist, unfastened all of the snaps in my onesie. Then she forced my head and upper body into the opening of the machine. While I was bent over, she took some baby powder from her apron pocket and shook it all over my butt, in the back of my diaper, and all over the back of it on the outside. Then she put that away, and then pulled out the baby lotion that she had, and then opened it. She then began to pour it all over the back of my diaper all over my onesie and then all over the front of my diaper as she turned me around to my front.

There, now you have all of this goop all over you and your diaper. Before long, it will be stained into your diaper and you and your little clean diapers will be nice and dirty. Just right for what we are going to do to you babies after the load is done. Said my tech as she turned me back over and forced me completely into the machine.

Then, once I was in the machine, she began to load the clean cloth diapers and onesies into the machine on top of me.

“You see baby boy, these machines use the filtered water from the machines that recycle the disposable diapers. This is how the diapers get dirty. On top of that, the machines use a special chemical that dirties the diapers. The diapers you are wearing will then become

rags, ready for use in our labs. They will be used to wipe you up during a diaper change, they will be used to apply the yucky chemicals on you and then be used as disposable diaper doublers before they get turned over to the maids and janitorial staff for disposal. Now, there will be a lot of suds in the water, and the water will smell like wet disposable diapers. Then in the rinse cycle, you and these diapers will get rinsed in a chemical stain keeper and scent enhancer. Then I will take you out of here and take you down to the laundry room until they bring you back. Now, the diaper man said that they could use one of our babies to use up a whole bunch of their cloth diapers before they are taken out to the middle of nowhere and dumped off there at the cloth diaper dump. I heard that at the cloth diaper dump, the cloth diapers don’t get recycled into disposable diaper padding, instead, they are kept in piles until some one needs one or a baby needs a diaper change. These diapers are never rinsed or washed. They just hang them out to dry on a line. This is where the diapers are placed to become rags for labs or are sold to anyone who wants some. Most of the time the diapers sit in piles and don’t go anywhere except once in a while a truck comes and takes a whole bunch of them, including a baby if they are in the pile at the time, then takes them over to a place where they are flushed down toilets, never to be seen again. Now, it is time for me to put these last few diapers into this machine, and then start it. Is your diaper nice and comfortable?”

Asked my tech. “Would you like me to make you cream into your diaper before I start the machine baby?” Asked my tech. Here, let me rub the front of your diaper until you cream in it. That way, I can stain it with that too. I am going to make you as dirty as I can.

Here we are my little one, said my tech knelling down on her knees so that she could reach into the machine and rub the front of my soft cloth diaper. She started slowly at first then worked up some speed until a very intense orgasm came on causing me to cream into my diaper multiple times. After that, my tech, tossed in the last few cloth diapers before she closed the door and latched it. She then turned some knobs, set the cycles, then pushed the ‘on” button. The machine came to life, filling up with the wet diaper smelling water. Once it filled, the tub began to agitate back and forth. The dirty water began to dirty the diapers and the baby. Then the other two ladies, Began to load their babies into the machines they were standing in front of. Once their babies were loaded, they began to load the clean cloth diapers and onesies into the machine.

Once the carts were empty, they closed and latched the doors on their machines then they set the cycles then pushed the on buttons. While they waited, the three ladies prepared the toilets for their babies to be soaked and rinsed in if they came back from the laundry room still looking and smelling the same way that they came out of the diaper dirtiers.

In side of the diaper dirtier machine, I was in the soaking cycle now. The load of formerly clean cloth diapers now smelled as though they had just been freshly wet in and were even beginning to look like it too. The water was warm and a murky yellow color.

A few minutes later, some one came over to the three machines and poured in something that made the diapers stain a yellowish color and kept the diapers from becoming mildewy by making them dry up really fast once wet.

Now, the soaking cycle was about to end. The machine then began to agitate back and forth again, but this time the dirty water began to drain away and some of the chemical that some mystery person added to all of the machines, began to pour out and all over me and the load of diapers all around me. Then all of a sudden the chemicals stopped pouring in and the cycle began to speed up. In just a few minutes, the machine began to turn full revolutions. The diapers and I began to bounce around inside. Each time the diapers bounced around inside, they got a little bit more worn out looking.

Once the machine’s current cycle slowed to a stop, there was an eerie silence for a few minutes. All of the diapers were just a little damp now, and were in the process of drying up rather fast. Then, from outside the machine, a loud buzzer sounded, letting all who were in the area know that the machine was done.

Within ten minutes, the blond lab tech came over to my machine, opened the door, then pulled out a few diapers to see if they were dirty enough. After a close inspection, she began to toss the diapers and onesies back into the cart that she loaded them from.

I was the last to be unloaded from the machine.

Well, well, well, there is my dirty baby! Gosh, you smell awful now, your diaper looks and smells like you wet in it and then you were not changed for three hours afterwards.

It is now time to take you down to the laundry room to see if they can get you and the diapers all cleaned up. But first, I want to add a few extra stains in your diapers. Said my tech as she wheeled the cart across the room, through a short hallway, then through a door way and into a room where there were tiled floors and stalls that looked like showers. Here we are little baby.  This is where I am going to toss you and the diapers into one of these stalls, then auto program the nozzles to dowse you and the diapers

with this yucky, slimy, diaper juice that we get when wet disposable diapers get compacted. We use this stuff to dirty diapers even further. Once you are soaked with this stuff, it stains real bad. It will hardly come out in the washers.

Ok, now, I am going to cuff you to the stall with the nozzles pointed at you and on the diapers. I will have to remove you wearing a special suit and special gloves when this is done. Then I will wheel you over to the laundry room and see if they don’t stuff you into a toilet and flush you or if they don’t stuff you and the diapers into the trash chute.

If they don’t, I will be back to pick you up, and take you out of our labs and out to

one of the flushing stalls to flush you and your diapers. There won’t be just your diapers in the toilet this time; there will be diapers from everywhere. I won’t even be the one who does the flushing or the handling of the diapers or you, I will just turn the cartload of diapers with you in it, over to a flushing team and they will do it for me.

Once you are flushed, you will be rushed through the pipes with the diapers to a waste treatment center. There, they will decide what to do with you and the diapers.

I have no idea what is in store for you and the diapers once you get there.

Said my blonde tech. Now hold still baby so that I can get you cuffed.

If you try to struggle, I will just toss on some of these other chemicals from over here on this counter. I have no idea what they are until I grab some of them and look at the labels.

This room is all about getting you and your diapers as dirty and yucky as possible.

Sometimes this room is used to dirty a baby up before the baby is tossed into a dirty diaper pile. They even rub wet diapers all over the baby.

They even do that to you at the laundry room before they wash you and the diapers.

They will do that to you before you get put into the diaper shredder too. They will also do that to you right before they insert you into the cloth diaper compactor too.

The staff members here at the plant love to be mean and dirty to the babies while they are here.

Now, there you are, here come your diapers, said my tech as she began to toss the dirty diapers into the stall. Once all of the diapers were tossed into the stall,

The tech went over to some buttons, switches, and knobs. She then programmed the chemical showerhead to come on in thirty-seconds. Then she closed the clear plastic door and latched it. She then went about the room looking for any other diapers that she could put into the cart to send to the laundry room after she was done with me.

Then all of a sudden, the showerhead began to spew a wet, slimy, stuff that splattered all over me, the diapers, and all over the stall. It came gushing out from the showerhead

At incredible rates for what seemed to be a long time. Then it stopped. The showerhead kept dripping with the wet slimy stuff as I could do nothing but stand there, cuffed to both sides of the stall wading in three feet of dirty, slimy and wet cloth diapers & onesies.

A few minutes later, the blonde lab tech came into the room wearing a white suit that covered her head to toe. She opened the stall door, and then began to load the diapers from the floor of the stall into the cart again. Once all of the diapers were loaded, she came in, uncuffed me then dragged me over to the cart and lifted me into it on top of the diapers.

Then she began to push the cart out of the room, back down the short hallway, back across the floor down a long hallway, then through a set of double doors and into another very large room where there were lots and lots of washers and driers along each wall. She continued to push the cart past the closest row of washers and driers then she turned the cart to the right, went around the corner, then she pushed the cart into a whole other part of the room where there were lots and lots of women taking carts full of diapers, onesies, baby clothes, and plastic and rubber pants over to a whole lot of super sized extra large, custom made toilets and then loading the loads from the carts into each toilet.

The lab tech pushed the cart over to where there were a lot of full carts waiting to be taken over to a toilet by one of the women when the next toilet was free.

The lab tech then left the cart there and walked back the way she came, then back into her lab to start on the next test subject.

It was a half hour before some one came up behind the cart I was in and began to push it over to one of the toilets.

The woman then pushed the cart into the stall and began to unload it into the toilet.

She was wearing latex rubber gloves when she picked me up under my arms and carried me over to the super, super large toilet bowl (that was as large as a large Jacuzzi) and lowered me into the water with my feet dangling into the drain hole. 

Then she set me into the bowl on top of many, many, many diapers that she had loaded from another cart. Then she went back and began to unload the cart I used to be in, into the bowl on top of me. Once all of the diapers were loaded into the bowl, the lady came over to the toilet bowl, closed both lids and latched them shut.

Then she walked out of the stall and over to some controls and switches.

The woman flicked a couple of switches which made the screen in the drain slide into place, then the bowl fill up with some sort of weird gel. The gel smelled like fresh, new Pampers Diapers. Then, the toilet began to flush. The water in the bowl began to swirl round and round, as it pulled all of the diapers and I into the swirling water.

It swirled for at least five minutes until it drained out and refilled the bowl.

A few minutes later, the Woman came back and unloaded everything from the bowl into a very large cart. She bent over and pulled me up and out of the toilet and then tossed me on top of the load of diapers in the cart. She did a check of the toilet to be sure that she had not forgotten any diapers in the bowl, and then she pushed the cart out of the room, and into the laundry room where she stopped in front of a supper large industrial washing machine. She pulled me from the cart and loaded me into the machine first. Then she loaded all of the diapers into the washer on top of me. She then poured four different liquids into the washer before closing the door and latching it. She adjusted the controls then started the washer. She then walked away and went back to loading more diapers into the toilets.

As the washer began to fill with warm water, I started to wet my diaper a lot.

Then, the water stopped filling the washer and the agitator began to wash the diapers and I. that cycle took around ten minutes to finish before the machine went into rinse mode.

That cycle lasted five minutes or so before the machine stopped completely.

A loud buzzer sounded outside, letting anyone within ear shot know that the load in that washer was done being washed.

It wasn’t long before some one came over to the machine and took a few of the diapers out for inspection.