Time For Disposal-Chapter 2-Spring Cleaning

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, the ages are represented as mental & emotional ages NOT physical ages. Adults who are developmentally delayed, emotionally stunted, or permanently disabled, in physical sense or mental sense, for the purpose of using them as a metaphor for how we actually treat the disabled. (As represented in all parts of this story: “Time for Disposal”-See heading) A few “Characters” are “little people-Midgets.” There IS NO Pedophilia or the likeness of it, involved! Subjects: Disabled, Cultures that reject their Disabled, Diapers, Dirty Diapers, Garbage Collectors, What’s-in-your-trash.)
Foreword: In SOME cultures, like in Samburu, Kenya and in Germany during the Nazi Regime, The Disabled are often Killed, Maimed, left for dead, sold and even starved as well as poisoned. (The Action T4 program)
The tale I am about to tell, is one of a possible future, if things keep going the way they are currently. Society is growing more and more weary of paying for healthcare for those who aren’t productive! Eventually, society might reconsider things like Euthanasia, and forced elective suicide to alleviate the costs of healthcare and maintenance costs for the disabled. In MY tale, a section of the USA and Kenya have decided to allow each of the Disabled Subjects and their Caregivers to chose how and the methods in which to effectively “get rid of” these subjects to both alleviate the costs and to alleviate their suffering. The Republicans have reached a decision in their OWN party to enact a law that allows each disabled “subject” (known as a SUBJECT rather than a person…in this context) to choose the method in which they can be taken away and left to exist at large incontinence product recycling plants and absorbent product processing plants, where these facilities often use these “subjects” for testing, for whatever they need them for.
Disclaimer-2 While based in SOME historical and cultural facts relating to how the disabled have been and still are treated to this day. This story is mere fiction and may or may NOT coincidentally coincide with real events that have occurred in the past, present or will occur in the future.
Characters:
Mommy- Trisha
Oldest sister Tammy Age: 14
Older sister-Jessica-Age:10
Older disabled brother-Josh-Age:7
Adopted Disabled baby Boy-Brian-Anthony-Age: 5 (He can’t talk, can’t walk and he is forced to wear diapers all of the time.)
Daycare-1 staff member-1-Rachel
Daycare-1 staff member-2-Annette
Daycare-1 staff member-3-
Daycare-1 Cleaning lady-Mary
Daycare 2 Cleaning lady-Guadalupe
Daycare-2 Owner-
Trash Lady (Diaper Garbage Collector) 1- Zoe-Written by an actual female garbage collector Via instant Message
Trash Lady (Diaper Garbage Collector) 2- Sadie
The Owners of the Trash Company: “Zoe & Sadie’s Diaper & Baby Disposal Service”-Zoe & Sadie.

There were moments of consciousness where I could see and hear what my mother was saying. She was running beside me with tears in her eyes….I could faintly hear others talking but I could only hear the tones of their voices. A large gasoline tanker had hit our car on the passenger side hard! I had been in the backseat with my older brother.
I had been seated right behind mother and my older brother had been seated behind the passenger seat when the tanker hit the car. My brother had fallen into a very deep coma with burns all over his body while I only had a few cuts, bruises, a bad concussion and a few light burns on my right side. Mother had heavy brain injuries sustained in the accident but she was able to get us two boys out of the car in time before the car exploded! Mother and us two boys had just come back from eating lunch with grandma and were headed home when the accident occurred. Mom’s Buick LeSaber was gone, blown up! The tanker driver didn’t make it, he died of a heart attack while driving the truck and had been dead mere seconds when the truck hit. As the doctors rushed my brother and I into the ER, Mother decided to stay with me, who was in and out of consciousness. I heard my mother tell one of the doctors that I had hit my head pretty hard on the side of the car near where I had been sitting. I then faded back into unconsciousness for a little while before a flash of consciousness came back and a team of nurses, doctors and nurse’s aides were all standing over me or running about getting this or that for the doctors….then I went back to unconsciousness again.
The doctor diagnosed me as being into a deep vegetative state that he wasn’t sure WHEN I was going to come out of or IF I was going to come out of it. The doctor told my mother that IF…I DID come out of the vegetative state, that I may have some severe disabilities.
Mother wasn’t sure WHAT to think. I was only 3 at the time of the accident. The doctor made the decision to move me to the coma ward to keep me until mother decided to either pull the plug or I woke up. For a whole year, mother came to see both of us boys every single day. Then one day, my then 5 year old brother died without regaining consciousness. This made mother really afraid that I was about to do the same. She stopped coming at all.
Meanwhile, inside MY head, what seemed like another life, was going on and I was living it. (Fade into the scene:
After I had been compacted in the Stationary Compactor with all of the diapers, the now full stationary compactor was getting ready to be shut down and made ready for pick-up in two days. After the last load was done, the hopper door was closed and then locked.
The power was shut off and then the other compactor on the right side of the compactor I was in, was powered up and the hopper door was then opened. Everyone who worked to load the compactor I was now in, went to work, filling the other empty compactor up.
While the janitorial staff worked to fill up the other compactor, more and more diapers and a few more subjects were brought down to the disposal area, for disposal. Since the other compactor was running, most of the subjects were put into disposal holding rooms, with large picture windows instead of walls, four rather dirty disposal cribs were inside of the disposal holding room, waiting for some subjects to be put into each one while the subjects waited to be put into the stationary compactor.
The short two days go by, it is now Friday. At around 10:00 am, the roll-back truck arrives to pick up the compactor I am in. The driver parks the truck, gets out, and walks behind the truck to where the winch is, turns the power on to the winch, then grabs the end of the cable to pull it out so that he can attach the cable to the compactor. Then the man gets the packer part of the unit, detached and disconnected from the power before going back to the truck to start the winch. The compactor lurches a bit and starts to roll up onto the truck. About 18 minutes later, the container is now up onto the back of the truck and then the driver puts on what is called: a diaper….over the container’s opening.
The cover that is applied over the opening, is to keep the trash from falling out. A lot of drivers call this thing a diaper because it serves the same function.
Once all of the necessary protocols are done, the driver gets into the tuck and then drives the nearly 20 miles to the diaper landfill. Once there, the driver backs up to the transfer station compactor pit to dump the load of diapering trash and myself, into the transfer pit.
The driver gets out of the truck after positioning the back of the truck over the pit, and then unlatches the container’s door, then walks back to the cab to tip the back so that the packer container could be emptied. All of the tightly packed diapers inside of the container and I, began to slide out of the container, and fall down into the hopper-pit of the transfer station’s compactor. There were already tons and tons of other loose unbagged, unwrapped, clean and dirty disposable diapers, clean and formerly wet cloth diapers and about six other subjects or subjects in the station’s transfer compactor. The compactor was packing the loads of diapers, diapering trash and the six subjects-subjects into the intake of a machine that spaced the trash out before it was dumped onto a sorting conveyor belt. Once on the belt, sorters separate the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers and the subjects-subjects based on what type of diaper each of them is wearing.
Some of the diaper manufacturing companies, had contracts with this landfill to get subjects-subjects, from the landfill, to use as diaper prototype testers, super absorbent polymer (Diaper gel) chemical testers, and laundry soap test-subjects. Some of the poorer families in the area also could come over to the landfill, if they wanted to and could afford to have a baby, could come to the landfill, pick out any of the subjects that were there…for a flat fee. Diaper recycling companies also take some of the subjects and subjects from the landfill…because they get first dibs on any subjects that come to the landfill as per their contracts. The diaper manufacturer companies also have the same dibs on any subjects.
The disposable diaper that I was wearing, went up to my neck….it was very saggy and very bunched up. It now had some small rips and tears in it in various places. Some of the stuffing was sticking out of it as I was forcefully shoved into the opening of the intake….of the machine that was spacing out the diapering trash at the landfill’s transfer station. As I entered the intake, diapers again were being crushed and bunched up by the compactors. The compactor cycles, kept lots of pressure on the loads of diapering trash and all of us subjects-subjects. This was so that the intake rolling pins (much like a clothing wringer on an old fashioned wash-tub) or better known as feeder pins, could pull 50 lbs of diapers and a baby-subject, into them and then pull them through before the diapers and the subjects were dropped out, into a stainless steel chute that eventually dropped the diapering trash onto the sorting conveyor belt. I passed through the feeder pins with tons of diapers being pressed against me and my damaged disposable diaper.
My diaper was a little wet but not completely soaked just yet. Since my diaper was fastened up to my neck, it had a long ways to go before being completely soaked.
Once I was through the feeder pins, I dropped onto the 70 degree angled, stainless steel chute and went sliding down until it flattened out for a few moments until the chute came to an end…dropping the diapers and I onto a slow moving conveyor belt. The belt took the diapers and I around a left-hand curve then into broad daylight. There were 40 sorters standing at 5-foot intervals along each side of the belt. They were busy picking off the cloth diapers and any subjects or subjects, wearing cloth diapers. They were also to check to make sure that no cloth diapers were hidden under disposable diapers that any subjects or subjects were wearing. These subjects that were wearing cloth diapers underneath their disposable diapers, were taken off the belt and then taken to a special holding area until someone could come, inspect the diapers, and then decide where that baby or subject was headed and who’s custody they were to be put into. The diaper companies and the diaper recycling companies all had priority over the subjects and subjects, any of the subjects or subjects that the companies didn’t want, were put up for adoption to the poorer families or sold to whoever wanted to buy them. Any subjects or subjects that weren’t bought, or handed over to diaper companies or recycling companies, were kept there at the landfill and used as demonstration subjects…during compactor demonstrations, wet disposal demos…that is when a subject is flushed down a special toilet that takes subjects and cloth diapers as well as any cloth items.
I was carried over to the subject holding station that was just a bunch of old plastic cubicles that had old fashioned cribs and playpens in most of them and the changing and inspection stations were at each end of each section of cubicles. The cubicles were outside and in the open, in an area between the composting machines that churned the diapers and any subjects around inside, 360 degrees, every two hours. The compost machines, had a foaming chemical that was sprayed into the compost machine at the beginning of each cycle. Once each day, another set of spray nozzles, sprayed Super absorbent deactivator liquids all over everything inside the composting machines so that the gels were deactivated. Once each week, each of the compost machines was then emptied and then the contents were taken to one of the compost sheds and then the subjects and the diapers from each compost machine, were dropped into an eight-foot pit, until the pit was full. Then, a new pit was dug out and more diapers filled that pit. Once that area was completely full, the steel doors were closed, latched and then locked. Another building, 50 feet from that one, was put up…building each one out of cinder block and cement. Down in landfill section A, four-story underground silos or diaper storage buildings were being filled with disposable diapers. There were steel double doors at each story of each silo or storage building. This way, if someone needed access to that building, and the contents, they could get inside and get to the diapers and any subjects or subjects that might be inside.
I was carried over to one of the holding sections and then left inside of an old, dirty crib that had a top on it that locked…so that I couldn’t escape. The crib still had some old formerly wet disposable diapers in it, some old, formerly wet, cloth diapers that had dried and were shoved into one of the corners of the crib. There were also a few old cabbage patch dolls with diapers on that were in fairly bad shape from being compacted so many times. The dolls smelled like dried pee and looked dirty as heck. Dark stains donned their front-sides and backsides. The faces on a few of them, were caved in.
A few minutes later, a red-head lady in a vintage nurse’s uniform came over to the crib I was in and handed me a tall blue baby bottle full of blueberry juice. “Hey there sweetie….I am here to get you something to drink and see if you need your diaper changed. I will come back to check your diaper after you’ve finished that bottle. The landfill has big plans for you. We have custody of you now…..you…are the ward of this landfill.” Explained the red-head woman in the vintage nurse’s uniform. “I have to get you all nice and ready for inspection by the diaper company representatives who are coming by to look at all of the subjects that we got, in the past week. If they don’t take any of you subjects, then we offer you all to the diaper recycling companies. Any of you that they don’t take, we put up for sale to the public. Then, any of you that aren’t bought, we keep here and use you and your diapers, for various demos and for landfill operations as well as mandatory operations, which could be…anything from composting, to staff trainings, to equipment maintenance. Who knows, the owner of this landfill, might take you over to his other business, and keep you there as one of his subjects.” Explained the woman in the vintage nurse’s uniform talking to me. “I’ll be back in 30 minutes to see if you’ve finished your bottle and to check your diaper.” Said the woman before she left.
I laid down inside of the crib, the vinyl of the dirty mattress against my fully diapered body, drinking the tall, 16 ounce blue baby bottle full of blueberry juice. Before I knew it, the woman had returned, to take the bottle from me, and check my diaper and change it if it needed it. “Ok sweetheart….it’s time to check your diaper….I am going to get you all nice and cleaned up for inspection…..there aren’t many clean diapers around right now…most of the clean diapers or the somewhat usable ones, all go to the nursery…to be used on the subjects there. You’ll just need to settle for being in a drier diaper than the one you have on right now.” Said the woman as she unlocked the crib’s top, raised it, then lowered the side. “OK, little one…take my hand and we’ll go to the changing station together.” Said the woman offering her left hand for me to take hold of. Once I took her hand, the woman led me up the row then she turned right and then left which took us to another set of open outdoor cubicles that were all separate changing stations. She walked down the row looking for one that was open and available.
“Here we go…now UP……you go…now…sweetie, lay down…time to change your diaper now. That a boy…..now, my orders are to keep any and all diapers that I take off of you, with you so that who ever inspects you, can see that you wet your diapers like you are supposed to, and so that they can do what THEY want, with the diapers afterwards.” Explained the woman in the vintage nurse’s outfit.
Then the nurse began to unfasten the tapes on my diaper near my neck. Once she had unfastened my diaper, she opened it up and then lifted my butt for a long minute so to pull the whole diaper out from under my shoulder blades. Then she dropped the diaper onto the ground while she grabbed one of the drier disposable diapers from one of the nearby piles of diapers. “Here you go little diapered one…..this ought to make you a little more comfortable than you were.” Said the nurse as she lifted my bottom and slid the diaper under me. Then the nurse put some used but dry old booster pads/diaper doublers into the diaper to make it thicker and more absorbent. Then the nurse pulled the diaper up, and then fastened the tapes. A few of the tapes didn’t want to stick any more so the nurse took out a roll of strong masking tape and then applied the tape over the old tapes to make new tape tabs. Once my diaper was fastened, the nurse pulled me up and made me sit on the changer for a few minutes while she went over to a set of cabinets in one of the changing stalls, to get some wipes. She then brought the wipes over and then began to use the wipes to clean me up some. “There you go sweetie. As clean as I can get you for now, without sending you to the cloth diaper rinsing stations.” Stated the nurse bending down, tucking the pile of used wipes into my old diaper. The nurse then picked my old diaper up, then put the tapes back onto the front to hold the diaper together for a while until something could be done with it. Then the nurse took me by my left hand and then led me back over to where she had took me from. She helped me back into the crib, she tossed my slightly wet diaper into the crib with me, and then she raised the side and then lowered the top and then locked it. “Ok sweetie…..inspection time is in one hour….I will be back in 45 minutes to get you out and take you over to the inspection area. There are several people that are working in this department so…if you need something, cry if you want……ok?” Then the nurse left the area and the staff members that worked there, brought in a Rubbermaid plastic bin full of formerly wet disposable diapers, and a bin full of some formerly wet cloth diapers too. The staff members, all females, were busy making sure that there were enough dry diapers on hand and also busy gathering up any wet diapers that needed to be tossed onto a pile or into one of the many underground diaper storage silos. Once of the staff member women came over to my crib and then turned to ask her boss; “Hey boss, does this subject go out to the composting machines?” Asked the staff member, crouched down and looking at my diaper and I.
Then the woman’s boss yelled back; “no, he stays right here. Look at the tag to see what the orders are, then come back here and help me carry all of these heavy diapers over to diaper storage…ok?” said the boss. Then the staff member walked away and went back to work. A few minutes later, the nurse came back. “Hi there little one…..time to take you to your inspection now…..is your dipee still nice and dry?” asked the nurse talking to me in babyish tone of voice. Then the nurse unlocked and raised the top and then lowered the side of the crib. She reached in and helped me out of the crib. She offered me her left hand and then I reached out to take it. She took my hand and then we both walked out of the area, past the diaper silos, past…the composting area, past the sorting area, past the large building where tons and tons of cloth diapers were currently being flushed, and then the nurse led me over to another area near the front, close to the transfer station, where there were fourteen cribs, about eight of the cribs were occupied. The nurse led me to the first unoccupied crib and then she helped me into it. She then raised the side and then lowered and locked the top. She also had been carrying an old dirty looking diaper bag on her right shoulder that I hadn’t seen. The bag contained the old diaper that she had taken off of me earlier and a few other diapers that had little wet spots in them but still could be used. She slung the diaper bag over the head board post and then she leaned down and looked at me through the bars. “Ok little one, I’ll be back to check on you, if you are still here when I get back, I’ll take you over to the area where we do the baby yard sale. Remember, if no one takes you from there, I’ll simply take you over to the demonstration arena and sign you over to them, ok?” Explained the nurse before she walked away.
About five minutes later, several groups of people came over to where the cribs were. They walked past the cribs stopping to look at each of us, poke their fingers into our diapers and ask a bunch of questions about each of us. Then, a couple of the technicians that worked in this area, came over and began to open all of the cribs up, taking each of us subjects out and making us stand up in front of each crib.
Then, six representatives from different companies, diaper manufacturer, diaper recycling companies, trash companies, and a few other private companies as well.
Each rep, came over to each of us subjects, one at a time, leaned down to poke at our diapers, turn us around, to look us over from the back-side, and then one of the reps pointed at one of the other subjects, a baby girl, wearing a rather thick, slightly wet disposable diaper, that also had pig-tails in her hair. The rep was from one of the big diaper manufacturers. They decided to take her, and one of the boys at the other end of the line. The diaper recycling company rep was having trouble deciding on me, another diapered boy, and one of the girls. The rep picked one of the girls, then came back over to me, inserted his index and middle fingers on both hands into the side leg-hole elastic in my disposable diaper. He started to talk to the others in his group….and then he stood back up, and then walked over to the other boy he was considering getting. He did the same thing to the other boy’s diaper that he had done to mine…only he picked that boy over me. Once they had taken their subjects, they left. The only two reps left, came over to me, both started to turn me around, stick their fingers into my leg holes and into the waist of my diaper to check my diaper’s condition and to see if I’d work for what they needed me for. There were only four of us left now, and the reps may or may not take all four of us. The reps both did their diaper poking to the other four before they began to haggle over the cost of the subjects for their conditions. The diaper recycling rep took a baby girl at first and then he left. The private company rep picked the other boy and then left. I was the only one left, so the technician put me back into my crib, raised the side, lowered the top and then walked away. A few minutes later, the nurse came back to get me. She unlocked, then raised the top, lowered the side and then took me out. She took my right hand with her left hand and then we both walked over to the baby yard sale arena. 10 minutes later, we both arrived, the nurse walked me over to one of the arena staff ladies, who were dressed in really skimpy uniforms. The very young lady took me and then brought me over to one of the enclosed holding areas where she was going to put me until it was time to be shown off. She used a key to open the metal door and then she opened the door. She used her other hand to forcefully guide me into the enclosed room that had a BIG pile of old formerly wet disposable diapers in one corner and a 3-foot high pile of old dingy looking, formerly wet cloth diapers in another. The floor was smooth cement and the lady quickly shoved me in and then quickly shut the door behind me. The door locked automatically. The room had one not too bright light that came on after the door had shut. I toddled over to the disposable diaper pile to sit down. My thick, bulky disposable diaper scrunched up under my own weight as I sat down. In about 20 minutes, the grand stands had filled and the announcer began the sale. Each baby that was up for sale, was taken out of the room, paraded in front of the crowd first, and then each baby was put onto one of the mobile diaper changers so that the crowd could see the inside of the baby’s diaper. Once the diaper was off, the baby was again paraded in front of the crowd, so that they could see the back-sides and the front-sides before each baby was put right back into the diaper that they had come with, wet or not.

I was the second one to have all of this done to me. Once my turn was over, I was put right back into the room again until after the sale demonstrations were over. Then, each of the doors were opened, each of the subjects were taken out and then made to stand in front of the room with the door open so that everyone could visually and physically inspect each one of us. The baby girl was taken by a rather large family, and then they left. The baby boy to my left, was taken by a rather rich family, then they left. Then, it was between me and one other baby, a baby girl. Six families were still window shopping but two were seriously considering the baby girl and I. Then, one of the mothers came over to me, began to insert her index and middle fingers into the leg elastics in my disposable diaper. She ran her fingers from both hands, along the elastics right up and slightly past my groin. She stood up, put her right hand on my left shoulder and then guided me over to the lady who was signing each of the subjects out and taking them off of the inventory lists and custodial lists. “I’d like this baby” she told the lady. “Ok, good choice. I hope he makes you happy for a very long time. If he doesn’t, at any time, feel free to dispose of him or bring him back yourself.” Stated the lady handing my new mommy, her new custody papers. Then my new mommy grabbed my right hand and then we both walked to her car. Once we got to it, she opened the rear passenger side and then she picked me up and then she put me into the car seat. She then strapped me in and then she closed the door, walked around to the driver’s side, opened the door, got in, closed the door then started the car and then she drove off. We drove through a ton of traffic on the freeway on the way to my new home. Along the way, my new mommy was excitedly telling me all about the daycare that she owned and ran, and the new line of fashionable diapers that she had.

She also told me about my new nursery room, all of my new clothes, and all about the two sisters and one brother that I was also going to meet. The two sisters, were older, in their early and mid teens. She told me that my sisters were all too eager to babysit me, dress me and feed me too. My slightly older brother that I was going to meet, was still in diapers full time because he was developmentally delayed. He had the body of a 7 year old, but he was still like a 6 month old baby. The nursery was going to be shared with my other brother according to my mother. A few minutes later, my new mommy stopped off at a grocery store to buy some more diapers, because she didn’t have any in my size, a slightly smaller size than the ones my older brother was wearing. Mommy got me out of the car and brought me into the store. She got a shopping cart and then she made me walk beside it, seeing as how I was 5’9 and able to walk. My mommy went straight to the diaper isle where she bought a whole bunch of diapers that had the plastic backing on them and the diapers had really vibrant prints and colors on them. Some of the diapers had a beach and sunset design, some had zebra stripes, some had American flags prints, and the rest had white backgrounds with little red hearts all over them. “Hey baby, these diapers here, are the ones that your new mommy made. My company makes these so I like to buy my own diapers from the store to make sure that each store is stocking my diaper line the way I want them.” Explained my new mommy as we walked to the checkout counter to buy me my disposable diapers. Once we paid, we left and Mommy put my diapers into the front seat and then she loaded me into my car seat before she got in, started the car and then drove to where my new home was. A few short minutes later, we pulled into the drive way, mommy touch a button and the garage door opened. Mommy then drove into the garage and the door then lowered closed.
Mommy got out, got me out first, called to my sisters, to come take me to the nursery while she carried the five packs of diapers in two plastic grocery bags, into the house and up to the nursery. It turned out that my new mommy, was a single mommy. Her husband had left her three years ago in another city and state. She and her kids had moved here and bought this house. Mommy used her left-over funds to start a business that boomed. With the profits from that business, she started the diaper company. She was a successful single mother of four kids. Once I was up in the nursery, the oldest sister lifted me up onto my own diaper changer that was really, nice, clean and new. She began to unfasten the tapes on my diaper. She pulled the diaper down to discover that my diaper had once been wet already and now it was wet again. My sister pulled the wet diaper out from under me, then without rolling it up, she tossed it into the 50 gallon-sized Rubbermaid trash can next to the changer. Then, she had her younger sister go and bring up the two bags of new diapers that mommy had just bought. Once the younger sister brought up the two grocery bags with my diapers in them, the older sister, Tammy, (a sandy blond haired girl with freckles) took out one of the packages of diapers, then she ripped the package open and then took out one of the zebra striped diapers. Then she opened it up, and got it ready to put on me. “Now baby brother, I am going to take you into the bathroom and get you all nice and clean. Come with me….” Said Tammy as she picked my naked body up and then carried me into the bathroom. Inside of the bathroom, there were towels hung neatly on racks, and it was a rather large bathroom too. My sister started the bath water, and then once the tub filled up just enough, she picked me up, and then lowered me into the water. “There you go sweetie….now doesn’t this feel a lot better?” Asked Tammy.
I gurgled a little bit and smiled back at her. Then Tammy began to thoroughly wash every single part of me until all of my body was clean. Then she picked me up, being careful not to drop me with her slippery wet hands, and put me down onto the carpeted bath mat. Tammy grabbed a clean dry towel and then dried me off well. “There….now you smell a lot better too. Time to put your diaper on….” Said Tammy as she took my hand and led me back into the nursery.
She then lifted me up onto the changer and then helped me lay down on my back. She then took the diaper, slid it underneath me, then she pulled it up and then fastened the very sticky tape tabs in the VERY thick, bulky (SAP-FREE) disposable diaper. “There…aren’t these dipees really nice and comfy? Yea…they look nice and comfy. Now, I’m going to bring you downstairs so that we can feed you.”
Said Tammy as she helped me down from the changer. Then Tammy helped me down the stairs and then showed me where the dinning room was. At the table, there were two highchairs set up, one, had my older baby brother in it and the other was for me. I was sitting right between Mommy and Tammy. Tammy was going to feed me while Mommy tended to my brother. The food was put onto the table and then I was fed with a spoon from my plate. A tall pink baby bottle with playing card designs on it was on the table, just out of reach, but full of whole milk. Tammy ate with me, taking a few bites here and there between feeding me. Once I didn’t want any more, Tammy gave me my bottle. Then she finished her meal and then helped me out of my highchair.
My younger sister Jessica, went over to the TV and began to watch. My older sister Tammy, took me over to the couch with her and then she sat me into her lap and then she cradled me and gently rocked me as she watched TV with her sister.
Before I was able to drink ¾ of my bottle, I had fallen asleep. My sister Tammy, graciously held me until it was time to put me down into my crib. Before she put me into my crib, she made sure to change my diaper. She added a couple of thick booster pads made especially for the diapers that I was wearing. She then powdered me and then pulled my diaper up and fastened the tapes. She then laid me into my crib, and I was still asleep when she raised the side. Then Tammy quietly picked up my slightly wet, disposable diaper from the changer and then tossed it into the 50 gallon trash can where my other diaper was. Then Tammy left the nursery and left the door open a crack so that when mother brought my brother up, he and she didn’t wake me up.
About an hour later, mommy brought my brother up and changed him, put him into his footed sleeper and then laid him into his crib. She then shut the lights out and automatically the nightlight turned on. Mommy also left the door open a little bit.
Soon, the whole house was asleep. Before I knew it, it was morning, Mommy had come in to wake me so to change my diaper. She lowered the side of the crib and then helped me out and onto my feet. My diaper looked like it wasn’t that wet, but the booster pads were soaked.
Mommy picked me up and sat me down onto the changer. She laid me down gently and then began to unfasten the tapes of my diaper.
Just as Mommy pulled my diaper open and laid it open flat on my changer, Jessica came into the Nursery to take off her pull-up and put on another one. “Hey Jessica, make sure you toss that wet pull-up into the diaper pail here next to the changer instead of just leaving it there on the floor please. Also………….remember what today is?” stated and then asked mommy to Jessica. Then, once Jessica put on her other pull-up, she went to the closet to select an outfit to wear. She started to get dressed as Mommy finished putting my fresh, clean, dry diaper on. Then Mommy began to dress me in a pair of blue sweat shorts and a clean, white t-shirt. She then lifted me off the changer and then put me down onto my feet so that she could show me where to find some toys. Once Mommy got me busy playing with my toys, she escorted Jessica into her room, leaving her wet pull-up on the floor. A few minutes later, Jessica came back into the nursery to dispose of her wet pull-up. Then Jessica left the nursery and went back into her room where mommy was. She and Mommy were talking about getting rid of some of her dolls. She didn’t want to at all….but Mommy gave her two weeks, Saturday of the next 2 weeks to clean up her room and clear out a few of her dolls, otherwise, mommy was going to take all of her dolls and dispose of them.
Then mommy left Jessica’s room and went to wake up Tammy. Tammy woke up, made her bed, then she got dressed. Mommy was going to need Tammy to care for my older disabled brother while she and I went for a jog in the nearby park. Mommy came and got me from my room, and then brought me downstairs. Mommy fed me some cereal in my highchair and then when I was done, she got up, refilled her coffee cup, and then sat back down next to me. Mommy put my cereal bowl onto the table out of my reach and then she began to sip her coffee. Half an hour later, after I was starting to squirm, she got up, took my bowl and her cup to the sink and then she picked me up out of the highchair and then put me down onto my feet. She then guided me out to the Garage where she kept the jogger stroller. Then once she and I were standing in front of the jogger stroller, she lifted me into the seat and then belted me in. “Mommy and her new baby are going to take a nice jog in the park today. Your sisters will be at home, cleaning their rooms while we are gone.” Explained mommy before we left. Mommy then pushed the jogger stroller down the street, to the park that had a long, twisty, paved jogger path. It went through forest and thick trees and then back out into the open. Mommy jogged along the path that circled back near the starting point. Then she and I went back home.
Once arriving at home, mommy got me out of the stroller, then took me by my right hand and then led me into the house. Once inside and the door had closed behind us, mommy led me back upstairs to get ready for my nap. Inside of the nursery, mommy picked me up, and then sat me down onto the changing table. Then she laid me down onto my back before she fastened the strap to keep me from rolling off. Then she pulled my blue shorts down and took them off, dropping them down onto the floor for a bit while she changed me. Then mommy unfastened the tapes on my now semi wet diaper. She then pulled the diaper out from under me and then tossed it into the 50 gallon sized diaper disposal trash can. Then she reached down under the changer and then grabbed the package of diapers that her company had made, and then she took one of the diapers out, then she put the package back under the changer. Then she started to open the diaper up. Once that was done, she lifted my butt and then slid the diaper under me. She then laid me back down into the diaper and then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes.
Mommy then unfastened the strap and then picked me up into a sitting position on the changer. “There you go honey…..all better now. It’s time for a little nappy-poo….ok?” said mommy as she pulled my shirt off and then tossed it onto the floor too where my shorts were. Then mommy lifted me up and then laid me down into my crib. Then she raised the side and then went to go put my shorts and my shirt down the laundry chute that led to the basement. Mommy then left the nursery for a bit and I could hear the phone ring downstairs….one of my sisters had answered the phone and then handed it to mommy. I then fell asleep. About two or more hours later, I woke up to Mommy gently lifting me out of the crib, changing my diaper and then carrying me down to the kitchen.
Mommy put me down into the highchair for a late lunch….then, lunch was over, and mommy told Tammy to get me out of the highchair and then go sit with me on the couch and watch some TV for a little while. Then Mommy got back on the phone after searching for some financial information on her accounts. Mommy talked for a long while, and she had a very concerned tone in her voice.
After she got off the phone, mommy looked bewildered. “Tammy, Jessica, I have some bad news….I am going to have to dispose of Josh and your new baby brother….on Monday. They will be taken out with all of the diapers from last week and this weekend as well as all of your dolls and stuffed animals. I will talk about this more later….but…I need the both of you to first, help me get both of your brothers ready for disposal on Monday…go upstairs and gather up all of the clean cloth diapers I had for both of them and never used on the new baby, gather up all of their clothes, crib sheets, stuffed animals, and the few toys that they both have…put them all into bags. I am going to take both boys to work on Monday for Trash day. I am going to work tomorrow and I will leave the both of them there then.” Explained Mommy in a VERY disappointed and somewhat sad voice. “All I can say for now is, this bad economy has forced me to make some very tough choices. We all will have to do with MUCH less. Mommy’s diaper Business almost wiped us out…but it is slowly taking off. It will be quite a while before it starts to really make us money. Once it does, Mommy can maybe go and get two more subjects and we can start all over again.” Mommy explained to the two girls. Then everyone went upstairs, Tammy carried me upstairs to the nursery where she laid me down into my crib for a bit until they could get everything in trash bags. It took the whole day to get everything that was Josh’s and mine, into bags. There was a TON of diapers, clothing, cloth diapers, some that had JUST been washed and dried too. Mommy went down to the basement to get the clean cloth diapers and a few onesies out of the drier.
She instinctively folded them up and put them into a laundry basket. Then, once mommy was done folding, she brought the laundry basket back upstairs, then she went to the garage to put it into the trunk of the car. Once everything was bagged up, all except two packages of mommy’s own brand of diapers that Tammy had opened for Josh and I’s open package of disposable diapers, a couple packages of opened diaper doublers/booster pads, and an almost half used container of wipes.
Once everyone had finished bagging stuff up and taking it down to the car and putting it in, Mommy, Tammy, and Jessica rested down on the couch. It was dark out by then and Tammy decided to go upstairs and change my diaper. She went upstairs, went into the nursery and then went over to my crib. She pulled the side down and then picked me up and then put me down onto my back, on the changer. Then she unfastened the tapes on my diaper then pulled my diaper out from under me. She didn’t roll it up before opening the lid on the 50 gallon trash can next to the changer, then she tossed my diaper in, on top of the diapers already inside. Then Tammy took out another one of Mommy’s Brand of disposable diapers. Tammy unfolded it, then opened it up. She then reached under the changer again and then took out eight diaper doublers that were usually used in Josh’s diapers, but she thought it was a good time to use some in mine. Once the booster pads were all in my diaper, Tammy Slid the SUPER thick puffy diaper underneath me. She then shook a BUNCH of baby powder into my diaper before she pulled it up and fastened the tapes. Tammy then picked me up and then put me back into my crib. “Time to go night-night now baby….sleep well. See you in the morning….” Then Tammy went over to change Josh’s Diaper. She used the same diapers and the same amount of Diaper Doublers in Josh’s diapers that she had used in mine. Once Josh had been changed, Tammy ran downstairs to the kitchen to get two pre-made bottles of Whole milk to give to us subjects. Tammy went back upstairs and then gave us both bottles. Then she crept quietly out of the nursery leaving the door open a crack. Morning comes….Mommy and Tammy are both in the nursery early….taking us out of our cribs, and then changing our diapers. Once Josh’s diaper was changed, mommy put his wet diaper into the 50 gallon trash can. Then she took him downstairs. Mommy gave Josh a bottle of whole milk to drink for the trip to Mom’s daycare. Mommy got Josh strapped into his car seat….in the back of the car. Then once Tammy was done changing MY diaper, she tossed MY diaper into the 50 gallon trash can and then took ME downstairs. Tammy took me right to the car and then got me buckled into my car seat too. Then she went back inside to get me a bottle of whole milk to drink too. Then, Tammy was instructed to go get ALL of the stuff that they had bagged up the night before AND also dump the completely full diaper pail as well, and bring all of that stuff down to the car too.
Once the car had been loaded….Mommy asked Tammy to stay with us while she went back up to the nursery to get all of the packs of diapers that had been used on Josh and I.
Then mom came back down with four force-flex trash bags FULL of our partially used up packages of diapers, and the remaining unused packages of the diapers that she had created for us, by her own diaper company. Then, mommy put the four full trash bags into the floorboards of the front passenger seat and then walked around the front of the car then got in, closed the door and started the car.
She opened the garage door, then backed out of the driveway, and out to the street. She then put the car in gear and we were off to Mom’s daycare. A short 20 minute drive later,
we arrived at the daycare. Mom called out to the few night staff members that were still there, because this was a 24 hour daycare….and “disposal nursery” ( A SPECIAL daycare and nursery where anyone can leave their kids…or any kids or disabled people who wear diapers all of the time, so that the daycare can dispose of them….and…as much of that person’s stuff as can be brought…well with SOME limits of course…mostly limited to ALL of that person’s clothing, wet diapers, unused portions of the packages of diapers that were left over, stuffed animals, dolls, onesies, t-shirts, laundry baskets, strollers, and even the special laundry soaps needed to wash the pre-fold cloth diapers, and cloth training pants.)
Once these items were received, they were put out back, to be stored until trash day.
Then the items would be put into the various 95 gallon totes and 32 gallon aluminum trash cans that the daycare had available to them. The diaper disposal company, provided all of the totes, while the daycare went out and bought their own trash cans because of the sheer volume of diapers and diapering trash that they threw away each week.
Residential customers, also were provided four totes and they could have as many other trash cans as they wanted. Anything over six 32 gallon trash cans, would cost the residential customers $15 a can. If any customer didn’t pay…the company just didn’t pick up their trash that week.
Mommy had one of the staff members come and get me out while she got Josh out of the car seats. Once Josh was out, mommy, handed him over to tone of the staff members and gave the two staff members who had both of us, to go and get us ready for disposal, before the trash truck came at 8:30 am. The two staff members went inside and took the both of us over to changing tables. They both began to take our new fresh diapers off and then they put us in VERY, thick disposable diapers with 6 and 8 doubled booster pads inside of our diapers. The staff members were also instructed to use half a bottle’s worth of baby powder in each of our diapers, which they did. Mommy also instructed the lady changing me…to take one Attends medium diaper, that I usually wore, and that mommy was given when she got me from the landfill, Mommy told the staff member to put that diaper on OVER the one I was already wearing…..….but then…it would help keep me even drier during the ride to the diaper landfill. Once I was diapered, The staff member got me down from the changer, then took me out to the back where all of the wet diapers and other trash was put until it was time to take it all out to the front. The staff member grabbed me by the hand, then took me out back, to the covered storage unit where all of the trash was. She then picked me up and then put me into one of the janitorial trash carts full of the diapers from the daycare. “Now, baby, your mommy is going to be here early tomorrow morning…she said that she wants to personally hand you over to the trash collectors when they come in the morning.
I will get you bottles every few hours, all night until it is time to be taken out to the trash truck in the morning. I really DON’T care if you actually sleep or not…you are NOT our concern any more. The ONLY thing I was told to do was to make sure that you got bottles of milk, juice, water, or whatever…until it is time to take the trash out. I am going to lock you into this nice full cart which is also locked into this nice, steel shed. I will bring you five more bottles in the next hour so that you have everything you need until morning.” Explained the staff lady before she lowered a locking lid, locked the lid and then closed and locked the thick steel doors. It got REALLY dark inside of the shed. I laid on my tummy, drinking my cool baby bottle full of milk. I got turned on during the next few hours and decided to wet my diapers in a different way. Since I couldn’t reach into my diaper, there was no other way to do that except the usual way….(like making conventional positioned…love) Then, about half an hour later, the staff lady came back, carrying five baby bottles full of whole milk, grape juice, apple juice, cranberry juice mixed with apple juice and another bottle full of milk. She unlocked the steel doors, came in, unlocked the lid on the cart and then raised it for a minute. “Ok baby…here. These ought to last you all night. A few of the cleaning ladies will be in and out of here as well as the janitor too. They will be emptying all of the 32 gallon and 50 gallon diaper pails from our daycare, into your cart, since it is…the one with the least amount of trash in it. I expect for you to try NOT to escape or do anything but stay in the cart and in here! Is this understood?” Asked the staff lady. I nodded then the staff lady lowered the lid again then locked it….then, she closed and locked the storage shed again. The smell of wet diapers was once again…looming inside of the cart. After about four hours go by, the doors to the shed opened and then the lid was unlocked and raised on the cart I was in. It was the cleaning ladies…they were dumping in three cans worth of wet, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers, formerly wet, week-old wet pre-fold cloth diapers, plastic pants, that still had some semi wet cloth diapers in them still, 20 pairs of formerly wet cloth training pants, 50 pair of wet disposable training pants. Then the janitor had two 32 gallon trash cans worth of onesies, cloth diapers, a few footed sleepers that had holes in them, 32 pair of pants that had snaps all up the legs and crotch, that also had some kind of dried up, gels all over them. There were also 20 old pairs of soccer style shorts that had the crotches ripped out of them. The white shorts all had dark nasty stains in them too…some were a yellowish color and then the other stains were bluish and a greenish black color.
They all smelled like old LUVS diapers that had been wet in….and Super Absorbent Diaper Gels. I wiggled and squirmed while the cleaning ladies and the janitor dumped in trash can after trash can…until the cart was full. I was fished out, then put back in on top of the load….so that in the morning, mommy could take me out to the trash truck herself.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. Morning came all too quickly. The janitor had rolled the cart out of the storage shed, and was just opening the lid and taking it off.
Then, he helped me out and onto my feet. He then briskly walked me into the daycare where he left me with mommy…who was standing by the front door. Mommy took my right hand and then she pulled me outside and then we both stood outside, on the lawn to wait for the trash truck to arrive. While we waited, the cleaning ladies, the janitor all brought the trash out to the curb. The cleaning ladies also helped roll the carts out too…waiting behind us. I had NO idea that mommy had been holding Josh in her arms….until she leaned down to my level. “Baby boy, today is trash day. I had NO idea that this day was going to come so quickly when I got you from the landfill that day. I’m sorry, but, you have to go wherever the trash collectors take you….I can’t afford you or Josh any more….and…I had planned to use you at the daycare…to use up some of my diapers that are there…but….I’m just going to throw them all away…each and every unopened package of my own brand of diapers. They were second quality anyhow. Did you get changed for disposal before you were brought to me this morning?” Asked Mommy, inserting her index fingers into both leg elastics to check my diaper for wetness.

NOPE! Oh well! Too late now. It’s 8:29 now. The trash truck should be here in a minute or less.” Stated mommy looking at her watch.
The cleaning lady, Mary, and one of the janitors, comes running out of the daycare.....the cleaning lady, wants to dispose of all of the diapers in a couple of janitorial trash carts.
The Cleaning lady, Mary and one of the janitors, wait with the two janitorial trash carts out by the curb. Mommy took off my knitted hat and put on some old shoes and socks on my feet.
There are 600 formerly wet cloth diapers, 30 old onesies, 10 old under shirts and 20 cloth training pants in one cart and in the other cart...nothing but loose medium sized adult disposable diapers.
Mommy, had her cleaning ladies, Mary and Guadalupe plus one of the janitors, take out all of the daycare trash while Mommy and I stood at the curb, waiting for the trash truck to arrive. Mommy is holding my developmentally delayed 7 year old brother who is mentally 6 months old. He is wearing one of Mommy’s own brand of diapers, that is really, really thick, puffy and FULL of lots and lots of powder. I am wearing an Vintage Luvs Comfort Waist diapers, with six Dignity Extra Duty Booster pads in it. Now all other stops ahead were also going to have nothing but diapering items for disposal too. The baby blue and white manual side Loader pulls up to the neighborhood daycare, housed in an old converted home.
As Zoe and Sadie pull up to the stop...the truck has nothing but loose, wet, disposable diapers still in the hopper....from a couple of other daycares they had just came from, on the route.
Zoe jumps down to get the first of four cans full of diapers. There is a Mother standing there, holding her 7 year old son wearing nothing but a really puffy, thick disposable diaper with a plastic backing on it, in one hand and her 5 year-old son’s right hand (ME).
My Mommy forgot to change me before she disposed of me in her own nursery trash, on Sunday. I am wearing a really thick, wet, vintage Luvs Comfort Waist disposable diaper as we both wait for the Zoe, the trash lady, to say it’s ok to approach.
“Excuse me ma’am…I have my two sons here…wearing nice, thick bulky disposable diapers. My 5 year-old son’s diapers are a little bit wet…and I can’t afford to care for both of them any more. Can you take them both please?” Asked my mother to Zoe, the trash lady.
“Let me make some room in my truck.” Zoe said as she runs the packer to clear the hopper first.
“What a cute baby! A shame to see him in the trash.” Commented Zoe as she ran the compactor to clear the hopper.
Then Zoe dumps a cart with diapers in the hopper then waits to dump the next cart with more diapers in it before Zoe had taken me by my right hand in her left hand and then brought me to the side of the hopper. Zoe made me stand on the running boards while she helps me into the hopper. I lay on my back with my head facing the opening of the container getting myself as comfortable as I can.
Then Zoe dumps the other cart with my diapers in it, on top of me. Then Zoe then ran the packer to push me in the truck before taking my developmentally delayed brother from mommy loading him into the hopper before dumping the rest of the garbage and crushing it and him into the truck. Zoe then finishes processing the rest of the stuff at the daycare then gets in the cab and heads to the next stop.
At the NEXT stop.....a house....there is a BUNCH of pre-fold cloth diapers mostly toddler sized...in five cans...and the rest had adult medium cloth diapers....that had NOT been worn yet...and were still folded up.
The NEXT six cans had been over stuffed with nothing but loose adult medium disposable diapers.....and there was a large bag stuffed with disposable diapers and pre-fold cloth diapers that had been wet once but had dried....and a person who was 5’9 wearing the bag around their waist....standing there with a maid in a maid's outfit.....holding onto the diapered boy....as though they were making sure...that the diapered person and the bag were disposed of and the diapered person didn’t escape.
Since the maid was holding the person, Zoe dumped a can of dirty diapers into the hopper. “Throw him in if you want to! If you want to help me dump the cans, I wouldn’t mind! Said Zoe to the Maid.
Zoe just tossed the diapered boy in on top of the dirty diapers,
then emptied cans till the hopper was full then Zoe ran the packer.
Now....once all 11 cans are emptied at that stop.....
the trash truck pulls up to the next stop next door....the 12 plastic Rubbermaid 32 gallon sized cans are all lined up and a neat little row. The cans have a TON of diapers and onesies and stuffed animals in them...a person who is 5’9...a female....wearing nothing but a diaper and a onesie that has been unsnapped.....the man holding her hand.....standing at the curb...waiting for the trash truck to come, steps closer to the truck.
" Could you check her diaper and tell me if she has a thick enough diaper on for disposal? How long do you think that her diaper will stay on her?" Asks the man.
“Not to worry. My truck is full of dirty diapers so if her diaper leaks it isn't a problem and that your diapered girl will be wedged tightly in the truck and it will keep her diaper on.” Said Zoe to the Man standing at the curb with his diapered girl.
"should I load her or should you? Asked the man.
“How do I position her in there? Legs facing the compactor or the other way around?”
“Its ok I will load her.” Zoe then dumps a can of the girl’s toys and dirty diapers then looks at her; “Sorry sweetie but you are garbage now and I am here to take you away with the other garbage but you will get to be packed in with your dollies. Are you ready to get in the truck?” Zoe picked the diapered girl up and set her down on her side in the middle of the hopper, back facing the blade.

 She then dumps more diapers behind and on top of her. “I need to crush you now honey, but it will be ok. You are going away with the rest of the dirty diaper garbage.” Explained Zoe before she ran the packer pushing the diapered girl into the truck.
"Where do these diapers and my girl get taken too?" Asks the man.
“What happens to each of the diapered subjects once they get where they are going?” Asks the man to Zoe.
“They get taken to the landfill with the rest of the garbage. The diapered boy and girls, the toys and diapers are dumped in the landfill with the rest of the dirty diaper garbage.” Answered Zoe talking to the man.
"Are there any special places that the diapers get dumped into or do the diapers get put into piles or what? Will any of these people get their diapers changed once they get to the dump? Asks the man.
“The diapers are dumped in a Transfer station compactor first, then the diapers and the subjects are sorted, then, some of the subjects and diapers are taken to a special area to compost. Sometimes, the boys and girls are on their own. If a clean diaper can be found, they can change themselves or each other.” Explained Zoe to the man.
“Ok....well, thanks for taking her...we can't afford to diaper her any more...the diapers just cost too much here.” “No problem! Taking away unwanted things is what I do.” Said Zoe as she hopped onto the side of the lodal trash truck. Then, Zoe finishes up and goes to the next stop.
At THIS stop.....it's five sets of parents who have NEW patients to care for and don't have room for the current ones....spring cleaning....so to speak. There is a male...5'9..wearing a special "Disposal” diaper... (a diaper that goes up to his neck or his nipples and is really, really thick and bulky. The diaper sags very low between the adult baby’s legs to provide some extra padding during disposal.)
There is another female wearing pull-ups with six booster pads and six toddler sized cloth diapers inside. There are 14 tall, large trash cans full of their clothing, diapers, and stuffed animals.
The first parent walks up to Zoe and hands her the "boy's" right hand.
The mother of the female, stands closer to the hopper and extends the female's left hand for Zoe to take hold of. A blond boy wearing nothing but four layers of cloth diapers, no plastic pants and nothing else with a binky in his mouth, is in line behind the first boy.
Zoe takes the first boy, he was the first one into the truck.
“Hey, boys and girls, do you want to be together in the truck or do you want any space?” Zoe asks. The parents then ask that Zoe put each of their subjects, in after Zoe loads two cans of diapers.
Then, the janitors start to bring out 10 more cans on wheels...with the tops semi closed because the cans are over filled....with disposable diapers.
“Well if you parents insist, then I will space your subjects and all of their diapers out. Zoe said. The next adult baby, a blond boy, has a wet diaper on...and his mother has to go back inside to take care of the other ones. “Can you to please change my adult baby’s diaper before he is loaded?” The mother of the blond boy asks. “I’m a garbage-woman, not a nanny! This is a garbage truck! Everything is dirty and you can change him if you want, but if you aren’t done before everything is loaded I will leave without your adult baby! Otherwise he goes in the truck wet!”
Zoe tells the mother of the blond boy who was wanting to change their baby’s diaper. “Could you PRETTY please…change his wet diaper before you toss him in your truck?” Asks the mother of the blond boy one more time. “I can’t. He can go in wet, or you can change him before I load him, as long as he’s been changed before the trash is loaded.” Stated Zoe sounding a little irritated. “Fine just toss him in!” Zoe picks the blond diapered boy up and puts him in the truck. Then Zoe dumps cans 5 and 6 before running the compactor. Then, a dark brown haired boy, wearing some really tattered, stained up cloth diapers is up next. His diapers are sagging very low between his legs, his diapers had been used as cleaning rags while they were still on the AB boy.
He was also carrying an arm load of rather wet cloth diapers from his diaper pail.
Zoe, took the wet diapers from the baby boy and then she threw them in the truck’s hopper. Then Zoe picked the AB boy up and put him in the hopper too, before Zoe dumped cans 7 and 8.
The girl in the princess pull-ups is up next. Zoe picks her up “What cans have her toys in them?” Zoe asks the diapered girl before tossing her in the hopper. The Girl points to the cans. Zoe then dumps the girl’s dollies and dirty diapers onto the diapered girl and runs the packer. The janitors then bring out 10 more plastic cans on wheels FULL of diapers and the children's clothing. The truck is getting full so Zoe has to run the packer twice to force the garbage in. Now a AB boy with a really tattered, stained up cloth diaper on that is ripped and torn some between his legs.....is up next. His onesie is unsnapped and he is drinking a bottle full of milk and holding a sock monkey.
There are still quite a few cans to dump. Sadie, deals with the 10 carts of diapers after Zoe clears the hopper. Zoe takes the boy with his bottle and sock monkey and puts him in the hopper. “Hold on to your bottle and sock monkey, tightly while I run the packer, ok baby?” Zoe tells him. Zoe then loads cans 9 and 10. Once the hopper is clear, Zoe loads cans 11-14 by this time the other cans are almost empty and she helps finish off the final cans.
Then Zoe and Sadie go to the next stop two blocks down. It is a diaper factory that makes both cloth diapers, pre-folds, and all-in-ones.....as well as disposable diapers too, that have cloth diapers inserted under the liners. They use ten subjects or subjects per day, but this week, there are only 8 test subjects that are being disposed of along with two cans worth of diapers per subject.
There are 8 cans worth of seconds and thirds of the diapers that weren't first quality,
three cans worth of the quality control diapers, and test diapers used on each of the subjects.
First can has a 18 year old male brown hair. He is wearing a thick disposable diaper with six cloth test cloth diapers inside of his disposable diaper that is taped up to his neck and there are 14 diaper doublers/booster pads inside of his disposable underneath the cloth diapers in front and back. The subject has his hands tied behind his back and he has a binky stuck in his mouth and that is also taped on to keep it in.
The third can has a 16 year old test subject. She has pretty white disposable diapers on with eight booster pads inside of her diaper making her diaper really puffy. Her diaper
has little red hearts on it and she is carrying a cabbage path doll with one of her diapers on it. The fourth can has another diapered girl in it. This girl has two diapers on, the first disposable diaper is a large toddler sized diaper with two booster pads in it. Then a larger sized pull-up is on over that. She also has her hands tied behind her back before she was inserted into the trash can with her diapers.
The Fifth Can has a 19 year old, wearing experimental diapers prototypes, (or should I say…..protodiaps….hehehehe!) He has a onesie on that has some blue, gooey gels all over it and some yellowish colored wet gels all over him. His hair is all wet looking from the SAP testing that was done on him and his diaper.
The Sixth can….and Seventh can, a second to last trash tote, has a19 year old that has been a 6 year test subject, in it, wearing VERY bulky disposable diapers with plastic backing that is printed with Ernie and Bert all over it. He has red hair and is wearing torn up blue sailor suit pants and a VERY dirty sailor top, over his diaper.
Zoe gets out of her truck and runs the packer to clear the hopper. As the hopper clears, Zoe examines the garbage pile. The 18 year old and his diapers are the first into the truck. The truck is almost full. It takes several cycles to crush the 18 year old, his load of diapers as well as the rest of the garbage. While the truck packs the trash, Zoe wheels the can with the 19 year old and her doll next to the truck, but away from the loading area. “Your doll is cute! How cute is that! Your Doll and you have matching diapers!...AWWW!” Zoe then notices a yellow stain on the front of her diaper, and her doll’s diaper. “You match completely! You both are wet.” The baby girl blushes. “I had an accident.” Explains the baby girl.
Zoe loads the diaper prototype baby next. “How well do those new diapers work?” “They need work….” Says the lab adult baby as he goes in the truck.
As the packer crushed the boy, Zoe moves to the girl with the pull up on and her hands tied behind her back.
“Why are you tied up?” Asked Zoe, getting ready to pick the girl’s can up and carry it to the truck. “I’ve been a naughty girl and can't keep my hands out of my diaper.” she says to Zoe. Zoe winks at her and whispers in her ear; “Since you are garbage now, you are allowed to be naughty.” Then Zoe cuts the baby girl’s hands free. The girl thanks Zoe and then crawls into the hopper. Zoe then dumps diapers on the baby girl in the hopper. Zoe sees her stick her hands down her soaking wet pull-up.
Next, Sadie, wheels up the can with the 26 year old. He is crying. “I don’t want to be disposed of! My diaper is wet!” “I know it is no fun to be in the garbage, but I have to take you away!” Sweet Zoe tells the baby boy. Zoe looks over at the 26 year old girl who still needs to be loaded; “Would YOU mind being packed with the boy?” Asks Zoe. The 26 year old diapered girl, gets out of the can, gets into the hopper surrounded by dirty diapers. Zoe puts the boy in the hopper with her and Zoe then hands him, her doll. “Its ok, my dolly and I both have dirty diapers too” Said the boy to the diapered 16 year old girl in the hopper.
The final cans of diapers are dumped in the hopper and she hugs the boy who is holding the doll as the blade pushes them into the truck.
“Its ok little one, we are garbage now…and garbage doesn’t mind being in the garbage truck.” the girl says, as the blade is packing them. “I hate it when the garbage cries!” Sadie says as we get back in the truck.
Both Sadie & Zoe drive the truck to the next stops....across town. It takes half and hour to get to these stops, all residential though.
The first stop in the neighborhood, has only four large plastic bins full of disposable diapers in them. No subjects at first, until....a mother runs out....practically PULLING and dragging her 19 year old who acts like a ten year old, who is wearing a VERY thick, freshly changed disposable diaper with almost half a bottle worth of powder in the diaper, the used wipes stuffed into the waistband of the boy’s diaper. The mother looks PISSED! She runs out to Zoe as they are pulling up. The mother stops, waits for Zoe and Sadie to take one of the cans. The mother waits for the Zoe to dump the full can. Sadie is still in the cab of the loadal, working the packer switch from inside. "Hey...can I leave my adult baby here for you to take while I go back inside and get two grey janitorial trash carts full of this monster's pre-fold cloth diapers, that are still wet, all of his onesies, all of his old torn up slightly holey PJs with the feet in them, and a TON of his plush stuffed dolls that all have diapers on them?” Asked the mother. “The other cart has; the left over unopened packages of diapers that we didn't get a chance to use up yet, more cloth diapers and tons and tons of his unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers that were slightly wet, but not too wet…..just so that you know.” Explained the baby’s mother to Zoe. The adult baby boy's mother then stops to tie up her boy’s hands... “Can you keep him tied up?” The Mother then drapes six of his cloth diapers over his shoulders and then makes him carry a load so tall, of his unwrapped, open disposable diapers that he had worn in the past two weeks, over to Zoe’s truck, before she ties his hands up, before Zoe takes the boy. Zoe sees the 4 bins and begins emptying them. The boy, who is dragging his feet, starts to fight Zoe and his mother, on the way to the hopper. The boy is trying to keep from being disposed of. He screams, struggles, as his mother ties his arms up. The boy’s mother finishes tying her boy’s hands up behind him to keep him from fighting this.
"Can you keep his hands tied up please miss?" says the mother...again. The boy's mother then comes back after leaving the second over-filled janitorial trash cart piled too high with disposable diapers. The Mother runs back into the garage, then brings out a laundry basket full of freshly cleaned and folded, pre-fold cloth diapers that belong to the boy "Excuse me miss....could you also take these too?” The boy's mother then asks.
Zoe loads the can full of the boy’s dolls, the rest of his leftover diapers as well as his dirty ones. Since she does not need the laundry basket, Zoe tosses the whole thing in the truck.
Zoe dumps the can with the clothes and dolls and crushes them all in the truck,
then dumps the can with the leftover diapers and dirty diapers.
Zoe thanks her for tying up the boy and quickly tosses him in the truck and crushes him so he can no longer escape, then process the rest of the stop. The boy’s Mother, she is apologetic for the trouble the boy caused. “I assure you, its ok. Sometimes garbage tries to escape” Says Zoe to the boy’s mother.
"before you go miss, can you also take this other laundry basket full of his clean cloth diapers and plastic pants too?” asks the mother.
“Sure.” Zoe takes the basket from her and tosses it into the truck. “Do you have any other garbage needs disposed of today?” Asked Zoe to the customer lady.
"Yes...I do. There are three large grey janitorial trash carts in the garage still, that need to be taken out. I didn't have time to strip the other baby girl down to just her diaper before she was tossed into one of the carts. She is still wearing her torn-up, stained, gooey, dirty onesie. Do I need to unbutton the snaps on her onesie first? Do you need to see the condition of her diaper before she is disposed of? “Does she need to be dressed in a certain kind of diaper to be disposed of?” asked the mother as she started walking towards the garage to get the first of three carts. “Nope. Just bring her out. I can take her no matter how she is dressed!” Stated Zoe.
“Ok.” said the mother as she went and brought Zoe, the first of three large grey janitorial trash carts. "Here is the first cart...I'll go get the second one with the girl in it. She has a REALLY thick bulky freshly changed disposable diaper on her.....with ten booster pads in it, and half of a bottle worth of powder too!” Explained the mother as she rolled the cart over to the side of the truck.
"How much do you get for my kids at the landfill miss?” asks the mother going back to get the other cart.
“We get paid a flat fee plus $40 per ton, for our trash regardless of what it is. Explains Zoe. Just then, the dispatcher calls Sadie to tell her that there are two more, larger stops to make before going to the dump.
Zoe yells over to Sadie, to tell the dispatcher; “We might not have room for two stops. Just one! They’ll have to have the other truck dispatched to take the 2nd” Zoe tells Sadie, to tell the dispatcher. “The truck is about full.....but we can try to before the dump.” Says the co-worker to the Dispatcher.
Sadie leans out, “We have to take these two stops.....the dispatcher told us that even if the truck's hopper is full, take the stops!”
“Ok… those kids are gonna get packed tight!”
Sadie laughs. “yeah but garbage can’t complain”
The mother hands Zoe five diapered dolls that belong to the girl. "There...here are all three full carts now.” Then the mother goes over to the second cart and finds the girl...the mother does a spot check on the girl's diaper and then kisses her on her forehead. Zoe, empties the 1st cart while Sadie gets the other two carts.
"little one...it's time for disposal now......I have to let you go. I got you diapered in a NICE Thick comfy diaper for disposal and…I used plenty of powder too. Sorry I can’t keep you…but it’s time for disposal now.” “I made sure that you got a nice, super thick disposable diaper.....baby girl!” Said the mother to the baby girl. After the mother gives the girl a kiss, she puts the 5 diapered dolls in the can.
“Why mommy, I will miss you!” The little diapered girl says to her mother.
“I know sweetie, but I can’t afford to keep you. Here are your dolls.”
Says the mother one last time. Then the mother steps back lets Zoe and her Sadie do their work while watching her baby girl and her diapers being emptied into the hopper of the load-al trash truck. Zoe dumps the 3rd can while the mother was saying her goodbyes.
“Now it is time to dispose of the girl” Said Zoe a little sternly.
“Oh...one more thing….” Exclaimed the mother forgetting something.
“If you want, I will have someone come by and get that?”
The mother runs back inside....grabs a large paper bag and then fills it with all of the left over disposable diapers and remaining cloth diapers from the drier....then runs back out to the side of the truck. “Ok….” Says the mother. Can you two take them now? I'll pay you both $50?” Offers the mother. “Sure.” Says Zoe.
Zoe takes the paper bag of unused diapers and tosses them in the truck then picks up the little girl. Zoe can see she is scared. Zoe tries to distract her.
“What are your dolly’s names?” Zoe says to the diapered girl as she is being tossed into the hopper.
“That one is...Mattie..... this one is Dolly....and that one is.....Rachel. This one gets her diapers changed too much.” Explains the little diapered girl to Zoe. The little girl tells Zoe, each of her doll’s names and holds Zoe’s hand as they both walk to the truck.
The little diapered girl, hands Zoe each doll as she tells Zoe, the names. Zoe, puts each of them in the truck’s hopper.
Zoe picks the girl up. “That one has a cute pink diaper… just like you.” Said Zoe to the baby girl. “Will I get my diaper changed after I go into this big truckie?” asked the baby girl standing on the running board of the load-al.
“No, you will have to stay in that one. At the landfill, someone might change you.” Stated Zoe talking to the baby girl. How long will it be until I get there?
Are you my new mommy?” asked the baby girl.
The Baby girl looks sad as Zoe picks her up. Zoe sees why. Zoe looks at the baby girl; “Did you make a poopy?” Asks Zoe. “Yeah, I got scared and pooped my diaper.” Explained the little girl. “It will be awhile…. No I am just the garbage lady.
“Oh…” Said the baby girl. “Can I have some of my cloth diapers and my disposable diapers to hold please?” asked the baby girl.
Zoe picks the girl up, puts her in the hopper with her dolls and then hands the girl, the bag of diapers.
“Thank you...” said the little girl to Zoe.
The mother pays both Zoe & Sadie the $50 to take the three carts now.
The little girl squirms as she is put in the hopper. “My diaper feels icky!” Says the baby girl to Zoe. “Yeah, the truck is going to make your diaper even messier!” Says Zoe. The baby girl begins to cry. “I don’t usually do this, but lay down….” Zoe takes a clean, pink diaper from her bag, takes off her poopy diaper, and then puts a clean one on. Zoe puts the poopy diaper, in the hopper. “There….little one, I have to crush you now!” Zoe empties the carts then runs the packer.
Then...Zoe hops onto the side of the truck, on the running boards.....
Then Zoe & Sadie drive to the first of the two last stops.
Zoe & Sadie, discover that the dispatcher is right! “This stop IS one of the LARGER stops!” Zoe thinks to herself. There are ten janitorial trash carts, parked at the curb, four aluminum trash cans with locking lids on them, the aluminum trash cans have been loaded with clean cloth diapers. The janitorial trash carts have a mixture of formerly wet cloth diapers, cloth training pants and mostly disposable diapers. Inside one of the carts, is a baby boy who is the twin of (The First baby boy at the first stop in this story)…one of the subjects that got disposed of early on.
The baby boy is wearing a super thick, disposable diaper that is slightly wet, but has ten booster pads inside of it and tons of powder in it. In fact SO much, that there are puffs of powder coming from his diaper. Most of the other carts have loose, clean disposable diapers, all of his onesies and footed PJs. The boy is buried about half way down in the fourth cart.
Then Zoe & Sadie get out of the trash truck, and then begin loading the 10 carts, running the packer constantly, trying to make room for all the garbage,

Sadie dumps cart number 4. The boy comes spilling out, with a cloud of powder coming from his diaper. The boy and his diapers land on top of the blade as it is currently packing the trash. “Hey miss....there are too many wet diapers in here.....get me out of here!” screams the baby boy. Once the blade retracts the boy falls down into the hopper. “Sorry kid! You were in the cart, so I have to pack you in the truck!” Sadie tells the boy.
Sadie dumps another cart in.
The boy begs Sadie to let him out. Sadie ignores his pleas as she buries him in diapers. The packer blade begins to pack him in the truck. Once Zoe & Sadie empty all ten of the carts, the truck's packer is really struggling with the diapers and the last baby boy.
To maximize the pressure, Zoe leaves the packer blade extended as they drive to the final stop.
Then Zoe & Sadie arrive at the last stop. There are 15 large carts and tall cans at this stop. Inside two of the cans, are two subjects; one who is 4 and wearing a retro luvs "Comfort Waist Diaper” with six booster pads in it, to make it nice and puffy. The plastic rustles a lot. The second baby, a 22 year old girl wearing a retro Pampers diaper, Pampers with the Blue Waist Shield, with six thick, bulky cloth diapers on underneath it.
In the first three trash cans, are a ton of the girl's clothing, some still wet and rather smelly cloth diapers that had been on her when the caregivers put the baby girl through some lab tests which got her and all of her diapers, all dirty with slimy goo.
The trash carts had disposable diapers, cloth diapers that were slightly ripped and torn....but still wearable. The other carts contained mixed, clean and wet disposable diapers. In the other few remaining carts, were quite a few cabbage patch kids wearing VERY thick disposable diapers. Then some one brings out a short subject, a boy about 3'4 and wearing a thick disposable diaper. The boy’s diaper has a ton of green and black slimy stuff all over him and his diaper. The guy bringing him out is wearing thick rubber gloves....and holding the boy with his arms fully extended.
The two trash ladies get out and retract the blade. Immediately, Zoe sees diaper trash pushing back out from the truck. Looks like it’s gonna be close! Zoe thinks as she begins dumping the cans.
The first few carts are the ones with the disposable diapers and ripped cloth diapers.
The packer blade is running constantly, but is struggling too. The packer blade is only able to extend 2/3rds of the way in the hopper, the truck is packed out.
Half way through the can, the 24 year old baby falls in. As Zoe attempts to pack in the 4 year old and dump another can, someone brings out a short baby boy about 3 foot 4 and wearing a thick disposable diaper. The boy’s diaper has a ton of green and black slimy stuff all over him and his diaper. The guy bringing him out is wearing thick rubber gloves....and holding the boy with his arms fully extended.
“Toss him in as the blade struggles to make room in the truck, alright?” Said Zoe to the guy still holding the slimy boy.
The 24 year old and the slimy boy are both packed, but poking out back into the hopper.
Next can is the one full of the girl’s clothing and dirty cloth diapers.
The girl in her retro luvs diaper comes spilling out of the next can. The final can contains the wet disposables and cabbage patch dolls. The doll’s diapers and little girl are all on top of the blade as it tries to pack in the garbage. With each cycle, a few more items drop down into the hopper. With the final item in the cans; “Keep your head down!” shouts Zoe to the baby girl in the hopper. Then Zoe brings down the pre-crusher which made the hopper into a storage area. Zoe runs the packer and it compressed the girl, her diapers and the dolls, in the hopper but the blade only moves about 1/3rd of the way. Zoe leaves the blade where it is, to secure the garbage. Then Zoe releases the pre-crusher and then dumps the final carts. Then Zoe uses the pre-crusher to push the diapers down and re extend the blade. “I am scared, and it is stinky in here!” Said the little girl.
Zoe can see the little girl pressed against the wall of dirty diapers from under the pre-crusher. The little girl is surrounded by crushed cabbage patch dolls, stained by the soiled diapers around her.
Zoe tells the baby girl; “We will be headed to the dump, and you will be out of this smelly truck soon…”
Zoe closes and latches, the side-loader door and then Zoe gets back in the truck. They all head to the landfill. Then...Zoe and Sadie drive to the Diaper-only landfill, where there are transfer station compactors used to compact and then send all of the loads of diapers and subjects down a chute for sorting and separating.
Both Zoe and Sadie, are each given a bonus check from the private landfill....in the amount of...$600 bucks. They both are being paid for the subjects.....and the weight that they have in the truck.
They both empty the truck and then drive back to the trash company yard....so they both can go home for the day.
The next day is Tuesday. Zoe is the only one driving today.
Day two-Week one:
Its Tuesday....the route has three home daycares, a diaper factory, a diaper sales store and lots of houses.
Zoe is the ONLY driver that day.
Her route starts at 7:30 am.
Zoe drives to the yard to get into your uniform. Her uniform has a picture of a diaper with a red circle and line through it on each sleeve.
The name of the Company is called; Zoe & Sadie’s Diaper and Baby Disposal
The trucks are baby blue and white. The cabs are white while the packer and bodies are baby blue.
Zoe wears cover-alls to work in. The cover-alls are baby blue and white too. Zoe & Sadie’s Company Provides them for all of their drivers. Today, Zoe isn’t wearing a uniform.
Once Zoe gets to the yard, she goes into the office and gets her route sheet and truck assignment for that sheet.
Zoe walks out to her truck, inspects it, making sure it is in working order. Satisfied, Zoe gets into the cab, and heads out to her first stop.
The truck's body is empty except for a few diapers that were still in there, stuck to the floor. The neighborhood Zoe goes to first is a suburban one....Zoe works her way back to the city. Zoe turns right from the main street into the track housing neighborhood.
At the first stop, there are four tall totes worth of disposable diapers that were not rolled up or in bags. Zoe gets out of the cab and opens the door to the side-loader hopper. Zoe grabs the first tote and tips it into the hopper, spilling diapers all over the bottom of the hopper. Zoe repeats the process with totes 2-4 before running the packer. The truck is empty; the blade easily pushes all the diapers into the holding area of the truck. Zoe places the totes back on the curb and heads to her next stop.
Zoe goes to the next house, next door and they have four aluminum trash cans without lids on them, over stuffed with loose, unwrapped disposable diapers in them, and three totes that have mixed diapering trash in them. Onesies, footed sleepers, two dozen freshly washed and dried and folded cloth diapers, and a 22 year old boy wearing very dirty, cloth diapers that have grease stains on the butt
The first tote had the 22 year old boy in it, and he is covered with scattered clean folded, unused disposable diapers, four freshly washed onesies and a few cloth diapers.
The second tote has the boy’s clothing in it, his sock monkey, and the baby's crib sheets and comforter
The third tote has nothing but his wet loose, unrolled disposable diapers.
Zoe gets out at the second stop and heads for the cans. She is a little annoyed by the 4 cans without lids, as some of the diapers have spilled on the ground. Noticing the young boy, Zoe dumps 2 aluminum cans of diapers into the hopper area before hooking up the tote with the boy. Zoe activates the lift to tip the tote, spilling the young boy into the truck along with his diapers and clothes. Zoe unhooks the tote and dumps the second tote in with him seeing his sock monkey. Zoe hands the Monkey to him. “It is a toy you can play with during the ride to the landfill.” Said Zoe to the boy in the hopper.
Zoe runs the packer, pushing the boy and his stinky diapers into the truck. While the packer runs, Zoe empties the 2 aluminum cans on top of the blade.
Once the blade retracts, the diapers fall down into the hopper. Zoe hooks up and dumps the third tote and picks up about a dozen diapers that spilled on the ground.
Zoe runs the packer again and gets back into the cab.
The house next door, has six aluminum cans with the lids sitting next to them on the ground.....the first two have formerly wet cloth diapers in them that had dried up while waiting for trash pick-up. the second two cans, have a couple of unopened packages of Pampers diapers, six stained up and slightly ripped onesies, some extra large pull-ups and a whole bunch of adult diapers in them.
The cans are so over filled, that a lot of the diapers fell onto the ground around the cans.
Zoe pulls up and heads to the cans. “Great! More overflowing cans spilling diapers on the ground!!!! Zoe thinks.
Just as Zoe pulls up, the mother comes walking out holding her 12 year old girl's hand who is wearing a SUPER thick, bulky fat butted Attends with waist band disposable diaper that has eight booster pads in side of it and half a bottle's worth of baby powder in it too
"No mommy...NO! I don't WANT to go! I DON'T WANT TO GO!
Stop it mommy!!!! Pleaded the girl as her mommy dragged her out to the waiting garbage truck, kicking and struggling.
“COME...ON! don't make me carry you!
I told you.....if you continued to act like that...I was going to dispose of you AND your clothing too!
I JUST changed your diaper, to get you ready for disposal too!!!” Said the mother to her daughter.
“Excuse me....miss? Could you take my diapered daughter please?
she is blind and I already have her twin sister inside that is able to see well.
I also have to go back into the house to go get the 32 gallon trash can with her clean diapers and clothing too.” Said the mother to Zoe.
As the mother is walking up, Zoe dumps the two cans with the dried out cloth diapers. “Nothing like the smell of dried up stale pee in the morning” Zoe thinks to herself.
“Sure! There is always room in my truck for more garbage. Zoe tells the mother.
"GREAT! Says the mother. “Here!” The Mother gives Zoe her daughter's hand. Zoe takes the girl’s hand and she begins to struggle.
“No! Please! I don’t want to be garbage! I can’t help that I can’t see!!!! Please don’t put me in that truck with my dirty diapers!!!!” Pleads the girl to Zoe.
The mother goes back into the house and then a few seconds later, comes back out dragging the Rubbermaid 32 gallon trash can with the girl's clean attends diapers and clothing in it
Zoe picks up the girl and looks at her. “I’m sorry sweetie but, you are a blind girl and your mommy is throwing you away!” Zoe puts the girl in the hopper with the dried out cloth diapers.
Zoe dumps the cans with the onesies and unused Pampers as well as the overfilled cans of dirty diapers. The girl tries to climb out but, it is too high for her to get a good grip. Zoe pushes her back in and she lands on the dirty diapers. “Bad garbage!” Zoe tells the girl. “I better pack you in!!!!” Zoe runs the packer as the mom returns with the 32 gallon can.
“No! please! Get me out mommy…..please!” The girl yells. “These diapers smell awful
please I’m not garbage...” Pleads the girl as she lays in the hopper.
The girl’s cries are muffled as the blade pushes her into the truck.
Zoe takes the 32 gallon can and dumps it in, then lowers the pre-crusher panel and leaves the blade extended to keep the girl from crawling out.
“I can see why you wanted to throw her away! Zoe told the mom as she heads back to the cab.
The house next door has six more aluminum trash cans full of wet disposable Abena Abri-form X-plus diapers.....in the first can.....and the second can has been over stuffed with two packages worth of slightly wet Attends with waistband disposable diapers in it...the third can has slightly wet booster pads in it with some formerly wet cloth diapers on top...the lid was put on, but the cloth diapers are sticking out and draped across the edge of the can. The forth can has crib sheets and a crib comforter in it...
The fifth can has used baby wipes, disposable diapers that are just tossed into it and not rolled up at all, the sixth can has brand new onesies that had been worn a few times and then got so stained up with green slimy gels and pee.
A man comes out carrying another young semi retarded girl. She has two pig-tails and she has a baby bottle in her mouth. She is wearing a medium Attends with waistband diaper with four booster pads in it, six layered toddler cloth diapers that are ripped and torn and stained up. The girl's father had checked her diaper right as Zoe was next door.
He had wiped the girl up with a whole container's worth of wipes.
He stuffed the wipes into the back of the girl's diaper and most of the wipes were sticking out of the elastic waistband of the girl's diaper.
“Hey, miss.....my young girl here......can't talk...she can walk but not too well. The wife and I decided that we no longer want to pay for diapers for her any more....this economy...you know. Is it alright if I hand her to you?” Asked the father.
“Yeah….I totally understand! Diapers are expensive….and it looks like this little one goes through them fast!” Said Zoe.
“I also have my son...he's 17 and still wear diapers. I also need to get him out here...but I can't until you take my daughter. Can you wait for a few seconds while I go in and bring him out?” Asked the Father to Zoe. “Come here sweetie…” Zoe said, holding out her hand. “Hey miss...she can barely walk. That is why we carry her” Explained the father talking to Zoe
Zoe takes the girl from him, holds her up, “Is someone ready for a ride” Asks Zoe to the girl, in a playful voice. “gurgle, gurgle” as the girl smiles.
“You are a cute little thing!” Zoe sets her in the can of onesies, because it was not too full. “Did you make these all messy? I bet you did! Stay here while I put some diapers in the truck. The metal bottom is not soft enough for you!” Explained and asked Zoe to the little disabled diapered girl.
The father goes back into the house, then comes back out with the 17 year old son...wearing a Tranquility brand disposable diaper that is WAY too big for him....the diaper has ten thick booster pads in it, and a six cloth diapers in the font half of the diaper and six in the back half of the disposable diaper
Zoe empties the cans of diapers and booster pads, then the sheets.
The father walks to the side of the truck, waits for a moment then makes his son stand next to the hopper.
Half of the crib comforter and one of the disposable diapers had fallen on the edge of the hopper, half in and half out...half the comforter was sticking out of the side of the truck's hopper too. As the boy waits beside the truck, the father goes over to take one last look into the front of the boy's diaper. Then the father gives the boy a kiss on the forehead and then steps back. By this time...the wife had come out...carrying the two kid's diaper bags with their clean changes of disposable diapers in them and a laundry basket full of some of the boy's old formerly wet cloth diapers that they had saved up for a month. The basket was VERY, VERY full. A few of the diapers had fallen out on the way out to the truck. The mother goes back to get the cloth diapers that had fallen out and then tosses them into the basket.
The mother sets the laundry basket down next to the boy....then she puts both of the expensive diaper bags down next to the laundry basket. Then she goes and stands next to her husband about five feet or less, away to watch their soon to be former disabled and diapered kids get compacted.
The 27 year old is a little heavy and they do not have a machine liftable can. “Would you mind just climbing into the truck?” Zoe asks the 27 year old boy. Zoe nods and even brushes the crib comforter and disposable diaper into the truck.
The boy tries to climb up with one leg and then the other...he gets stuck on the side of the hopper He is bent over the side...his super thick disposable diaper sticking up and his legs dangling. Zoe tosses the laundry basket in and brings the can with his little sister in it to the truck. Zoe takes the little girl out of the can and hands her to her brother. “Here you go sweetie. Your brother will stay with you on your ride to the landfill.” Said Zoe. Zoe hands him his sister and he makes a face as he takes her. “Eew! I think Alexis pooped her diaper.” Exclaims the boy holding his sister. Zoe hands the boy the diaper bags. “Hold on to the diaper bags. Once you get to the landfill, you can change her. There is no reason to do so now! She has a long trip still and that won't be the only poopy diaper in the truck!” Explains Zoe to the boy.
one of his cloth diapers that was sticking out in front, had become snagged on something
The parents wave goodbye as Zoe runs the packer, pushing the boy and girl into the truck with the other diapering garbage.
Zoe gives the cloth diaper a pull, tearing it free and tosses it in the truck. The diaper is now ripped along the soaker pad near the top.
At the next house next door, an adult baby boy who was wearing six layers of soaking wet cloth diapers that he had been wearing during testing at one of the diaper factories nearby. Grease streaks and nasty green gels were all over the boy....and they were still wet too....the boy's diaper is dripping wet....he is tied up with his feet tied together.....and his hands tied behind his back. The boy is 8 years old....he has lots of freckles on his face.
There are four totes at this stop.
The first tote has the cloth diapers that had been experimented on at the diaper factory....
used to test their chemicals and to clean up around the lab.
The second tote had clean unopened packages of Attends with waistband, a package that had been opened, of tranquility large adult sized diapers, and a TON of wet disposable diapers that were not rolled up
The third tote has a plush monkey in it....with four baby blue footed sleepers that also had chemical stains all over them and gels that were still wet.....
The forth tote had nothing but unrolled, wet, chemically soaked disposable diapers and old wet cloth diapers too
the lids on ALL of the totes couldn't even close the totes were so full.
a stringy haired blond with her front teeth missing came out carrying another one of her boys....THIS boy.....was very dirty...he hadn't had a shower or been wiped up at all during diaper changes.....He is wearing an Abena Abri-Form Super Plus disposable diaper, with six booster pads in it and the diaper also had six cloth diapers layered inside, at the front. The cloth diapers were sticking out of the elastic about an inch.
The woman had lent her kids to the diaper factory to test the factory's chemicals....for a lot of money.
When she got the kids back from the factory, the factory rep told her to dispose of both of them. They told her that they'd never get the chemicals off completely.
The woman walks over to Zoe, carrying the other boy.....in her arms...he has a binky in his mouth......the boy is 24 years old. "Here...."Said the woman, offering the other boy to Zoe. "Take him! Do what you want with him! I'm DONE with these two!”
Said the crack-head looking woman to Zoe thrusting the boy she was carrying into Zoe’s arms. Zoe takes the 14 year old from the woman.
“I need to get my truck ready for you! Will you be a good boy while I dump one of these cans?” Asked Zoe to the 8year old. The boy nods.
“Maybe. Miss...where are you going to put me while you do this? asks the boy.
Zoe dumps the tote with the clean diapers and soiled diapers into the truck.
“You can stand next to your brother.” Said Zoe to the 8 year old. “ok...is, here...ok?” Asked the boy standing next to the hopper with his brother. “That is perfect honey!” Zoe Tells the boy. The boy watches as Zoe dumps the tote. Then, one of the tapes on the 8 year old's diaper pops loose. The boy's diaper starts to sag and slowly slide down...to the ground while standing there, next to the trash truck. The 24 year old doesn't notice and doesn't care. The 8 year old looks at Zoe; “Oh no! Your diapee if falling off!” Zoe Exclaims as she watches the 8 year old’s diaper start to slide down to the ground while standing next to the trash truck. Zoe reaches into the hopper and grabs an Attends diaper.
“This might be a little big, but it will do.” Said Zoe to the 18 Year old changing the boy’s diaper. Zoe takes off the old diaper, quickly puts a clean Attends on the little boy, untying him. “There is another boy and little girl in the truck. There are not too many diapers between you and them. You should have some friends in the truck.” Said Zoe to the 18 year old boy who’s diaper fell off. Zoe picks up the 18 year old and puts him in the hopper. “Is it my turn miss?” Asks the 24 year old. “Miss? can I have one of my diapers to hold please?” Asked the 18 year old raising his head up so he can see Zoe. “You are such a good little boy! Here is a diaper for you.” Says Zoe handing the boy a thick wet disposable diaper. “Thanks miss.” Says the boy to Zoe, taking the diaper from her.
“It is YOUR turn to get into the garbage truck now!” Said Zoe to the 24 year old boy. The 24 year old boy, holds out his arms for Zoe to pick him up.
“Will it hurt to be in this garbage miss?” Asked the 24 year old.
As Zoe had picked the 24 year old up, the cloth diapers sticking out of his waist band elastics got caught on the edge of the packer blade....causing him to be stuck there...facing the packer.
Zoe smiles at him. “It will be cramped and stinky from all the dirty diapers, but it won't hurt.” Zoe tugs the cloth diaper out from the little boy’s disposable diaper so she can set him in the hopper. “Here is your monkey.” Said Zoe as she tipped the tote with the boy’s monkey and clothes in the hopper.
“Is that the thing that is going to crush me?” Asked the 14 year old pointing at the blade that his diaper got stuck on.
Zoe dumped the final tote. “Yes! That is what makes room for more garbage in my truck! I am going to run the packer now! Be calm…..and it will be ok!” said Zoe as she ran the compactor in the truck.
The boy put on a brave face as the packer roared to life. The boy was shaking. Zoe could tell he was peeing himself as the blade pushed him into the body of the truck.
Once the cycle stopped, Zoe could hear the boys introducing themselves to the other 2 Adult babies from next door. Zoe could even hear a muffled noise from the bratty girl. It sounded like she had calmed down. “All in” Zoe told the mom and then headed back to the cab.
Zoe drives to the next house...
There are seven over stuffed totes full of wet disposable diapers, clean cloth diapers, six unopened packages of Attends with waistband, six opened package of LUVS diapers, two packs worth of loose clean unused Tranquility medium diapers, sixteen loose, freshly washed white-shirts, five clean white onesies. Tote One, has the packs of diapers in it, Tote Two has all of the wet diapers in it...the lid can't even close it's so over stuffed. Tote Three, has the onesies and cloth diapers in it, and THAT lid also can't close all of the way. Tote Four has the loose Tranquility medium diapers in it and it too is over stuffed. Tote Five has more formerly wet cloth diapers at the bottom half and the other half of the tote has loose wet, tranquility, attends, luvs diapers, all that had not been rolled up for disposal. Tote Six has more unused, loose clean disposable diapers in it.....some cloth training pants and disposable training pants…some had been wet and the others were still clean and folded.
Tote seven....has one of the three subjects in it, the bottom of the tote has loose soaking wet cloth diapers, soaking wet clothing....that all had been rinsed in the toilet before disposal. On top of and all around the boy....who was 13 years old, were all of his Attends small diapers, his Luvs size six, his clean cloth diapers, 14 pairs of plastic pants....and more Tranquility disposable diapers that had been worn but not wet in yet....
the boy had been tied up with his hands behind his back...and his legs together...so that he couldn't escape.
The parents attached a post-it note on the boy's butt of his VERY bulky disposable diaper that had six booster pads in the front and six in the back...which were sticking out of the diaper at the waist in back and front. the boy had an erection...and the top of it could be seen sticking out a little bit. Sitting next to tote one...was a 12 year old sandy blond haired girl wearing a VERY thick First Quality brand disposable diaper with six Dignity brand disposable booster pads in front and six in back….they were also sticking out of the back and front of her diaper. She was sitting in a cheap pink folding stroller with a princess printed on the back of the seat. The mother had hung a back pack over stuffed with some of her clean disposable diapers in it and another diaper bag with some cloth diapers and plastic pants in it...the back pack was SO full, that it couldn't be zipped up all of the way.
next to her...were four white, tall kitchen trash bags with red tie handles on them....FULL of her thick, unrolled disposable diapers in them....the bag had some rips and tears in them at the bottom. One of the bags full of diapers, was also sitting on the girl's lap.....
making her face hard to see.
Just then, the tall dark haired mother...who had just finished diapering the last of her kids....in their "disposal diaper."
Then, she poked the corners of a tall kitchen trash bag out and then pulled the bag over the baby's legs....she then had dragged him around filling the bag with all of his wet disposable diapers until the bag was full.
Then she had tied it up around the boy's chest so that his head was sticking out.
She then took the bag by it's ties and then dragged it out to the curb...where Zoe is now.
The woman leaves the bag and then goes back inside.
The boy is 16 years old Adult baby. Zoe gets out and grabs tote one, hooks it up to the truck and dumps it. Next, Zoe gets tote 2, using her hands to keep the lid down long enough to roll it to her truck and dump it.
Zoe repeats the process with totes 3 and 4 before running the packer.
As the packer crushes the load, Zoe dumps tote 5, the diapers from the tote, fall onto the packer blade. Finally, Zoe gets to the tote with the 13 year old.
Zoe notices the boy is tied up. “Uh oh! Did someone try to escape” Asked Zoe to the boy.
“Yes! He was a bad boy!” Zoe hears from the girl in the stroller.
“Well! I guess I’d better get you packed away then!” Says Zoe. Then Zoe rolls tote 6 to the hopper and tips it in. “Better run the packer to be sure” Says Zoe.
The blade pushed the boy into the truck with the stinky diapers.
Now Zoe turns her attention to the bags of garbage next to the curb.
Zoe tosses in 2 of the bags of dirty diapers but one bursts spilling half the contents on the street. Zoe curses under her breath and picks the loose diapers up that were spilled onto the ground next to the truck.
Next, Zoe picks up the boy in the garbage bag. “Wow! What a heavy and stinky bag this is! I’d better get you in my truck, boy!
Zoe picks up the bag and dumps him in the truck. He lands on the 2 bags of dirty diapers in the hopper.
Zoe tosses the final 2 bags of diapers in the truck then goes back to the girl in her stroller.
Zoe wheels the stroller next to the hopper pretending not to notice the little girl. Zoe fakes trying to pick up the bag of diapers then "notices" who is holding it.
“Wow! You are such good garbage, holding that bag nice and tight for me….and this is such a pretty princess stroller!” Said Zoe to the girl in the stroller.
the girl blushed. “I am a good girl……unlike my brother!” Said the girl in the stroller to Zoe. “Good! So you will not give me any trouble when I put you in the garbage truck?” Said Zoe. “No!” Said the girl in the stroller.
Zoe smiles at her. “You are such a good girl! Why did your mommy throw you away?” The Girl in the stroller, nods at the bag in her arms full of dirty princess training pants. “I was no good at potty training. Mommy was tired of diapers! She threw my brothers away but told me if I could be a big girl she would keep me but I couldn’t keep my big girl panties clean! So she had to put me out on trash day!
Mommy gave me plenty of chances but, this morning when I woke up with a dirty diapee, I knew I was going to the garbage” Explained the girl in the stroller to Zoe.
Zoe gave her a kiss, took her dirty diaper bag from her but, she held onto it. “No I failed to be a big girl! I want to be crushed with my dirty diapers.” “The truck would tear open the bag and get your wet diapers all over you!” Zoe told the girl in the stroller. “I am in the garbage and so are these! We can get packed together.” Exclaimed the girl in the stroller. Zoe lifted the stroller with the girl and bag of diapers into the truck and then ran the packer. The girl hugged the bag of dirty diapers and as the truck packed the load, the bag burst and the force pushed her face right into all the diapers she had a brave face on all the way into the truck. The boy in the bag of diapers started to cry as he was packed.
his sister just looked at him and told him: “be good garbage”
Zoe got back in and headed to the next stop
The next two houses were the only ones in this area, that were left to do, before Zoe had to go to the first of two daycares, then the diaper factory on the other side of diaper town
inside diaper city.
The next house, had six large, brown totes over stuffed with nothing but wet disposable diapers that weren't rolled up. The father of this house, had been up early...taking all of the trash out from the garage...in the house, and putting it into the totes and bags.
He is still working to get the last of the garbage out as Zoe pulls up.
On the lawn, at the curb, the six totes are lined up in a row. Behind them though, is a medium sized pile of tall black contractor strength trash bags FULL of wet cloth diapers that had dried and were kept in the bags for over a month, and the second contractor sized bag had a pair of legs sticking out of the punched out holes in the corners....they belonged to a boy....wearing a VERY thick disposable diaper...with twelve layered cloth diapers on underneath the disposable and a pair of extra large cloth training pants on over the cloth diapers, to keep the diapers on if the disposable falls off.
a tan Rubbermaid storage tote was also on the lawn...it had a green locking top on it...
it was full of diapered cabbage patch dolls and a 25 year old boy...wearing a THICK, saggy Luvs diaper that had been wet in.....the storage tote also had two of the boy's full baby powder containers, his wipes, and some of the Luvs diapers from a clean package that the mother had torn open and dumped in before closing and locking the lid.
The father then brought out the last two large bags of disposable diapers...that were wet from the prior two weeks past....before he brought out another storage tote full of plastic pants that had a few tears in the front and sides....and some ripped up cloth diapers that had a few holes in the middles and wings of the diapers.
The diapers had been wet in at least twice before being disposed of in and with the tote
Then the father goes into the house through the garage.....while Zoe is pulling up
the father returns with his disabled...THICKLY diapered 38 year old son...who can barely walk or hold himself up. The disabled boy's diaper is SO thick...that the boy couldn't put his legs together...the boy was wearing a onesie too....and a pair of blue shorts. The boy can only mumble and drool a lot....his legs are pigeon toed. The father slowly walks the boy over to the side of Zoe’s truck.....then leans his diapered disabled boy, against the side, near the back wheels....and begins to take the boy's shorts off.
The father then flings the boy's shorts into the hopper.
Then, the father unsnaps the boy's onesie and begins to take the onesie off.
Zoe gets out of the truck and greets the father as she takes the first of the totes, and dumps it in her truck. The father of the disabled 38 year old, flings the boy's onesie into the truck after Zoe is done dumping the first tote. Zoe empties the 2nd and third totes before running the packer.
“Quite a lot of garbage this morning I see” States Zoe to the Father.
“Yes...I know miss.....spring cleaning...” Explains the father to Zoe.
“Miss...is there a place that I can change him before he is disposed of?” Asks the father looking around for a place to change the boy.
“No place in my truck I am afraid. I guess you can do him on the ground but if you want to save some time, he can just go into the truck with his dirty diaper…”Explained Zoe to the father.
My boy here has quite a thick diaper on...but, it's wet and he gets cranky when his diaper is wet. “Ok....he'll just have to go in wet then...” says the father shrugging his shoulders.
He then grabs the boy's right hand and then guides him over to the hopper.
“My truck is good at handling cranky kids. I have a 22 year old girl packed in she was quite a screamer” Explained Zoe to the father.
“WOW!” said the father as he struggled to lift the boy up and get him in to the hopper.
The father gets his boy half way up and gets his boy to the point where the boy is bent over the side of the hopper
the father then takes hold of the boy's legs and then flips them over the side...flipping the boy into the hopper. The boy lands onto his back, in the hopper on top of the diapers that are already inside. “Hey Miss, there is a girl trying to get back into the hopper....
adds the father. MAN! she is THICKLY diapered too!
Zoe dumps tote 4 in “Oops! The girl just tripped over the stroller in there!” commented the father. the girl falls half way back into the hopper. The girl's diaper gets snagged on the stroller and then the seat of her diaper plastic rips a little bit “Nothing my truck can’t handle.” Zoe says, running the packer.
The diapers in the hopper begin to bunch up, roll and tumble as the packer pushes them into the truck...the diapers begin to press against the 38 year old's butt and sides.....the boy rolls to his right side.....as he is pushed into the holding area.
The boy's wet diaper, bunches up against him and between his legs as the diapers force themselves between his legs.
“Thanks miss....I really appreciate you doing my boy and his wet diapers”
says the father.
“No problem” Zoe says. Zoe dumps totes 5 and 6 before moving onto the Rubbermaid tote and bags. “Aww what a cute little guy! His dollies and he are soaked!” Commented Zoe. Zoe tosses the bags in. “You want to save the tote?” Asks Zoe to the Father.
“Nah....I don't really need it. Says the father. “Are you going to toss the tote with my baby inside of the tote? Asks the father.
Zoe tosses the tote in the truck, picks up any loose items then runs her packer. “Have a nice day” Zoe says to the father as she gets back into the cab and starts to head to the next stop. The father goes back to the garage.
The last house has six totes OVER STUFFED with loose disposable diapers in them. The lids are not able to be closed. There are four other 32 gallon sized aluminum trash cans FULL of diapers....disposable diapers that are NOT rolled up, they are only wet. Behind tote number four in the row of totes, a small pile of white forceflex trash bags....lay on the lawn.
One bag, contains wet disposable diapers that are not rolled up. and a baby boy wearing very thick Attends with waistband medium adult diapers with six DIGNITY Extra Duty brand Booster pads....inside of it. His butt is SO thick and padded, it makes it hard for him to walk....or stand.
The trash bag the boy is in, has his own wet disposable Attends diapers in it....and the bag is rather over stuffed too. The boy's head is sticking out of the top of the bag...the red tie handles are tied...three of the four bags, including the one the boy is in, are ripped slightly near the bottoms from dragging them to the curb.
Zoe gets out of the truck, rolls a tote to her truck and dumps it in, spilling diapers all over the hopper. Zoe repeats the process with the next 3 totes before running the packer.
While the packer runs, Zoe empties the final 2 totes and 4 cans of diapers.
Since there is a nice fluffy pile of dirty diapers in the hopper, Zoe picks up the bag with the baby boy and underhand tosses him into the truck.
Zoe does the same with the other bags of diapers, holding them from the bottom so they don’t rip. The bags bury the little boy in the hopper.
Zoe runs the packer but the hopper is so full that only the dirty diapers are pushed into the truck. The boy and the bags of diapers rise up as the blade pushes the diapers in under him. Once the blade retracts the boy falls down into the hopper with a thud.
“sorry little guy. Thought you would fit in.” Says Zoe. The truck is full enough now that the diapers meet resistance when packed and a few poke a little out of the holding area
Zoe runs one final packer cycle, lowers the pre-crusher to secure the load in case the boy is not pushed all the way in. Zoe gets back in the cab and moves on. Zoe is finished with this neighborhood....at least for the week....

Zoe drives her truck out to the main road then turns left and heads west.

She drives to the first of two Daycares that is all by it's self in a lonely cald-de-sack about ten blocks away.
The daycare usually has eight totes and four 32 gallon Rubbermaid trash cans...but they were given 14 totes so to hold all of their diapers and any subjects that need to be disposed of. Today however, several sets of parents have requested that their little one get disposed of this week....they had been left at the daycare all week and the director, followed each parent's request by disposing of the subjects on Thursday.
A few of the subjects had their diapers wrapped in special diaper disposal bags that were slid on over the diapers that those subjects were wearing...then the subjects were put into a trash bag full of diapers from the nursery....the nursery then put the bags outside on Friday.
Tote one has nothing but diapers, tote two has nothing but diapers
tote two half full of cloth diapers that had been wet but had dried up.
tote three has mostly Attends diapers with waistband....in it
tote four has mostly LUVS diapers that were wet but had dried up a lot....
tote five, has a baby girl wearing an adult sized LUVS diaper that fits her....her diaper is really wet, but it has since dried, making the diaper stiff. She has a special diaper disposal bag put on over her diaper and then she is put into a tall white trash bag full of diapers then the bag is tied up with her head sticking out. Her legs are sticking out of the corners of the bag...as is every baby that is put into a trash bag.
Tote six, has a baby boy with a wet disposable Tranquility brand disposable diaper that is really, really thick and puffy. The Daycare just put him into the tote and then dumped the diaper trash cans in on top of him. The lid on THIS boy's tote is so full, the lid can't even hold the load. The lid is now down behind the tote's handle.
Tote Seven, has nothing but loose disposable diapers in it,
Tote Eight, has a few Cabbage patch dolls with thick disposable diapers on them and then the rest of the load in the tote is wet disposable diapers
Tote Nine has a 5 year old boy wearing a Thick Pampers diaper that has 6 Diaper doublers in it. He has his hands tied behind him to keep him from escaping the tote.
tote 10 also has a bunch of loose, wet, unrolled disposable diapers crammed and stuffed all around the 5 year old boy. The lid can't be closed on this one either
Tote 10, has nothing but clothing and loose, wet disposable diapers in it
Tote 11, has nothing but diapers in it, half of the tote has formerly wet cloth diapers in the bottom and loose, disposable diapers in the top half
tote 12, has nothing but loose disposable diapers in it
tote 13 has nothing but some old, tattered, ragged cloth diapers that have holes in them and were ripped a little bit at the ends of them....
Tote 14 has loose, clean, still folded Store brand size six disposable diapers filling the bottom half and more loose wet and dirty disposable diapers in it.
The eight 32 gallon rubber maid cans have nothing but loose, unwrapped wet disposable diapers in them
Zoe gets out of her truck and lifts the pre-crusher exposing the hopper. Zoe is pleased to see the boy from the previous stop was crammed into the truck.
Zoe hooks up and dumps totes; 1 and 2, spilling out a mix of mostly dirty pull-ups with a few toddler diapers. “Must be the toddler room’s diapers” Zoe thinks to herself.
Zoe does totes 3 and 4, then runs the packer. When Zoe gets to tote 5, she sees the baby girl. “Hello little one…are you garbage?” Zoe asks her.
She shakes her head no, and makes a pouty face. “Hmm!” Zoe says.
“Well, you are in a garbage bag and in one of the big garbage cans. “Eww! You sure smell like garbage!!!” Says Zoe, bending over to sniff the girl’s diaper.
“I think you are garbage” Adds Zoe to the diapered girl.
“Ok stinky, I am going to put you in my truck. Do you want some dollies to play with in the truck? Asks Zoe to the girl. She nods
“Ok.” Zoe Says. Zoe grabs tote 9 and picks up a red head cabbage patch girl with a vintage Luvs pink diaper, it was soaking wet. “Here is a perfect dolly for you! She has stinky pants just like you!” Zoe says, handing the girl a diapered doll.
Zoe puts the doll in her garbage bag. “There, now she will be with you” said Zoe. Then Zoe empties tote 9 into the truck, spilling the rest of the dolls and diapers into it. Zoe wheels up the tote with the girl, hooks it to the truck. The girl tries to stall. “I have to go potty!” Blurts the diapered girl, to Zoe.
“Just go in your diapee sweetie” Suggests Zoe to the diapered girl about to be loaded into the hopper of the truck.
“No! I don’t want to go potty in my diapee!” Pouts the diapered girl to Zoe.
“Well, either go in your diapee or hold it in! The truck will put pressure on you and it will come out eventually!” Explains Zoe right before she dumps the tote with the diapered girl in it, into the hopper of the truck. Zoe tips her into the hopper. She rolls onto the pile of dolls and diapers. Zoe then hooks up and dumps tote 7, not seeing the boy till he comes spilling out of the tote and into the hopper. “The hopper is getting full so Zoe decides to run the packer. The girl is sitting in the middle of the hopper surrounded by dolls and dirty diapers. The boy is right up against the blade.
The blade pushes into the boy forcing him into a ball and pushing him into the rest of the garbage by his diaper. the diapers in the truck provide resistance and the little girl is packed from both sides. The girl squirms, trying to hold it but, the pressure gets to her. Zoe can see her face as she lets go, flooding her diaper. Zoe also sees her grunt. Zoe knows she had a poopy in her pants too. The blade pushes the boy and diapers into the girl, then they are pushed towards the holding area. The pressure smashes the dolls face and bursts the bag the girl is in. The blade pushes the trash in, but when it releases, the girl and boy and some of the dolls push back into the hopper. They are wedged into the crushed diapers but, just not quite in the holding area. The girl is facing the entrance to the holding area, pressed into the diapers. Zoe can see a little brown stain, where she had a little blow out. The boy is tangled up with her as well.
The owner of "Angela's Disposal Nursery and Daycare” comes walking out, holding two laundry baskets full of clean, and folded cloth diapers. The basket 1 has 60 folded cloth diapers in it. Basket two is half full of unfolded cloth diapers and clean onesies.
Miss...hey miss....can you take these please? I also have my payment for you too. She sets the baskets down next to the truck then reaches into her pocket and takes out a check for $400. “I only owe you...$60 but the rest is for you.” Says Angela.
“Sure” Zoe tells Angela. Zoe then takes the baskets and tosses them into the truck.
“Thanks” Zoe says, taking the payment. “Big load today….” Zoe adds half asking Angela about the size of the load. Yea....I'm so sorry about that....” Angela Says, apologizing for the amount of diaper trash. “No problem” Says Zoe.
“Usually, we only have eight totes with our usual 32 gallon trash cans full too. We were given 14 totes to accommodate the subjects that we have to dispose of.” Explains Angela
Zoe dumps tote 8 and moves tote 9 with the 6 year old to dump him.
“Yeah got 2 packed in already looks like number 3 is about to go. I see he objected to disposal.” Says Zoe to Angela. “Yea....he did” Sighs Angela. “Could I watch, as the compactor does the diapers? Asks Angela. “We have to wrap the wet baby's diapers with special diaper disposal bags....even if the diaper is still on the baby.”
“Sure. Mind giving me a hand? I will dump the final totes, if you can do the 32 cans..” Says Zoe to Angela. “Sure thing....” Zoe flips tote 10, while Angela dumps 2 cans.
Angela looks in the hopper. “Looks like the other 2 didn’t pack in all the way. Says Angela. “Yeah, truck is about half full, but this load will push them in the holding area.
Angela then goes and gets the first 32 gallon trash can. she takes the lid off and then takes the can to the hopper. she lifts it up and then dumps all of the diapers into the hopper, the diapers spill out as Angela taps the can on the side of the hopper.
The second can, Angela dumps into the hopper, spilling out all of the diapers all over the hopper. The boy cries as a wet diaper lands business end over his face.
Zoe hooks up and dumps tote 11. “I am going to run the packer, as soon as she dumps her next 2 cans.” Explains Zoe to the boy in the hopper. Angela then reaches for can 3 and then dumps it...tons more diapers spill out onto the boy, covering his face, some with the wet inner liners in his face, head and body. Angela uses the bottom of the can to press the diapers down a tad before going to get the other two cans. Angela dumps can 4 and then stands back just far enough to see inside the hopper.
"So, how have you been?” Asks Angela.
Zoe pushes the button to start the packer cycle. “I have been good, picking up diapers and subjects…keeps me busy.” Said Zoe making small talk with Angela.
“I can see that.” Says Angela. The blade pushes on the diapers, moving them around. The baskets of clothing and cloth diapers, pushes against the wall of crushed garbage, including the baby girl and boy. The baskets shatter, crack and bend up under the force, the blade pushes the new garbage against the wall of crushed garbage, pushing the dirty girl into the truck.
“I have a question...” Says Angela to Zoe. “Sure, fire away. Says Zoe as she grabs tote 12. “How many diapered disabled people do you take each day?” Asks Angela to Zoe.
“Probably 25-30 on an average day.” States Zoe to Angela.
“What is the average age range? I'm thinking about taking some older adults too....in my disposal daycare.” Asks and states Angela.
“Most of them are toddlers, between 5-12. I get a few teenagers and a very few adults.” States Zoe.
“Ok....but would you...take a few adults if they were brought out to the truck? I KNOW they won't fit in the totes.” Asks Angela.
“Parents usually get tired of all the dirty diapers around that time. States Zoe.
“I don't get tired of wet diapers...it's my JOB to take interest.” States Angela.
Then Angela grabs can 5 and then dumps it into the truck.
“I can take adults, though I either need their cooperation or help if they are not in a tote.” States Zoe to Angela. “Oh...ok....I'll have to see if I can get them put into totes.” Says Angela. “Yeah but people like you and me are exceptions we work around diapers all the time. Says Zoe with a smile. “true.....I am used to the smell.” States Angela
“They fit pretty well. Put them in the tote, then fill the tote with diapers around them.” Suggests Zoe to Angela. “Like I do with the toddlers and teens? Ok….”Says Angela grabbing can six. Then Angela dumps can six.
Zoe hooks up and dumps tote 13, and then wheels tote 14 to the truck.
“If I put out some baby clothing and a lot of cloth diapers....would you take them? “ Asks Angela. “Yeah, I will take any diaper or baby related item including dolls.” States Zoe to Angela. “GREAT! I have a TON of dolls that I have NO idea what to do with. Next week, I'll have them out for you. Says Angela. Then Angela puts the cans back at the curb. “Sure thing. You put it out ill crush it.” States Zoe to Angela.
“Thanks. One more thing...miss, what happens if one of the parents comes back to me and asks for their baby back and you are here loading them? What should I tell them?”
Zoe tips tote 14 into the truck. “That is up to you. I Don’t want to bother with it. Tell them they have already been hauled to the landfill. If they want to get them out, as long as they are not packed in the truck, it is possible but, if they are packed, then I cannot get them out.” Explains Zoe.
“AH, ok. I almost forgot, someone from your company called me and told me that they are going to start having me sign over custody of the subjects to your company. I am supposed to sign a paper that gives you rights to them before you leave. I brought the paper that I picked up at your company's office yesterday. States Angela, taking out the folded paper from her back pocket. She unfolds it and then presents it to Zoe. “It has been signed. Also, on the paper, are the list of all the baby's names, what they were wearing when disposed of.” States Angela before stepping backwards, about to head back inside.
“Great, thanks,” Zoe takes the paper. Then Angela waves to Zoe as she goes back into the disposal nursery and daycare.
Zoe waves back then runs the pre-crusher to push the huge pile of diapers down into the hopper then runs the packer to crush them. Zoe gets back in the cab putting the paperwork in the file area along with the payment.
Zoe drives back out to the main street and then continues west.
The next daycare is only eight blocks due southwest from there. It takes 15 minutes or less to get there.
The second daycare is also a baby care, adoption and disposal daycare.....they take developmentally delayed adults who are chronologically 1-3. They also take the usual 3 to 20 ages too. Zoe arrives at the daycare. A cleaning lady is out at the curb, putting a couple of janitorial trash carts worth of wet diapers into the totes.
There are 10 totes at this Daycare and four 32 gallon trash cans; aluminum ones that have lids that are so bent up, that they won't go back on.
The first aluminum can has a 3 year old wearing a REALLY thick, puffy-butted Vintage Luvs Deluxe For Boys diaper....with three toddler sized, extra large cloth diapers on underneath....and lots of other wet LUVS diapers that he had worn the prior two weeks ago. The daycare had been skipped the week before because of non payment...
Can two has nothing but folded cloth diapers in toddler sizes in it....that had rips and tears in them. Can three has Pampers Cruisers size 7 in them that were slightly wet and then taken off. Can four has a dirty stained up, old blue fleece footed sleeper that is now stuck to the bottom of the can...and on top of that, are some pull-ups, that were wet and some that had some water spill stains in them but were dried up. there were also a few clean but unfolded, modified cloth diapers that had been sewn together so to fit a 20 year old. Tote one has a bunch of loose, unbagged wet disposable diapers in it with a second load of formerly wet cloth diapers that got a few coffee grounds spilled onto them before they got disposed of. Tote two, has nothing but wet, not poopy, pull-ups in it in extra large sizes. Tote three has half a package of unused Attends with the waistband in it and then the rest are wet Attends that were not rolled up. All of the Attends had doubled Booster pads in them too. Totes 5, 6 & 7 have mixed cloth & disposable diapers in them. Tote 8 has a baby boy in it that is wearing an Abena Abri-Form X-Plus disposable diaper with eight layered Toddler cloth diapers in it, four in front and four in back. The diapers are sticking out of the waistband and half hanging out.
Tote nine has a 20 year old baby girl that can't walk or talk, in it. She is wearing a VERY bulky disposable Attends with waistband disposable diaper with eight doubled booster pads inside and six layered cloth diapers inside as well that are also sticking out of the waistband. In her tote, there are some Clean, unfolded cloth diapers underneath her and then a ton of wet attends and a bunch of her Cabbage patch dolls that are wearing thick wet Pampers diapers from the daycare. The totes are So full, that the lids aren't able to close.
Zoe gets out of her truck and resets the hopper.
“Can tell it’s been a few weeks” Zoe thinks, smelling the very stale wet diapers.
The cleaning lady comes out again with the third cart so full, that she has to stop to pick up some of the diapers that keep falling out. Zoe wheels tote #1 to the truck and drags 2 of the cans as well. Zoe dumps tote #1 and empties the 2 aluminum cans not holding the baby boy. “Hello” Zoe gestures to her truck. “Just go ahead and empty it in there” Suggests Zoe. Zoe grabs the can with the boy and notices his vintage diaper.
“Well little one that is an old diaper. Those are the style I wore growing up.” States Zoe commenting to the little boy. “What a shame to waste such an old diaper on a little stinker like you! Oh well! Into my truck you go!!!!” Zoe says to the boy.
Zoe puts the boy in the truck and dumps the rest of his diapers on top of him then runs the packer. The boy's diaper begins to bunch up between his legs as the diapers all around him begin to press against him and his puffy crinkly butt.
The pressure causes the old puffy diaper to split a little in the back
“Oh well! Plenty of diapers around to soak up any leaks.” Zoe thinks to herself.
As the blade crushed the baby boy and his vintage diapers, Zoe dumps the totes with cloth diapers and Pampers size 7s as well as the final aluminum can.
The boy face-plants into the crushed diapers and is crushed into the truck. Zoe dumps tote 6 and runs another cycle before dumping tote 7 with its mix of diapers.
As tote 7 dumps, the morning coffee hits. Need to pee! Zoe thinks. Zoe relaxes as the diapers flow into the truck. Zoe lets loose her secret weapon, a goodnites pull-up, soaking it all up. Once the tote is empty, Zoe moves to get the 8th tote with baby boy in it.
“In you go little one!” Zoe says as she empties his tote into the truck. Zoe runs the packer again to clear space for the final totes.
The baby boy is pressed against all the garbage but is poking out a bit after the cycle.
Zoe dumps tote 9 in, spilling a bunch of dirty pull-ups and toddler diapers onto the floor of the hopper. Zoe then wheels the final tote with the 20 year old girl over to the hopper.
“Not a talker I see?” Zoe says to her as she hooks the girl’s tote to her truck.
The owner of the daycare comes out wheeling a cheap toddler stroller with Aladdin prints all over it that has a 20 year old developmentally delayed boy in it, wearing thick, bulky Attends with waistband that has eight doubled booster pads in it, half a bottle's worth of baby powder in it and ten layered toddler cloth diapers on top of that. The boy is buckled into the stroller and the stroller has a back pack full of cloth diapers, plastic pants, and half a bag worth of Attends with Waistband diapers that are clean. The boy is also holding 2 tall white force-flex trash bags full of formerly wet cloth diapers that would fit him and all of his wet, unfolded Attends diapers with Dignity Extra Duty brand booster pads and cloth diapers in them. The cloth diapers and cabbage patch kids with their very wet diapers spill into the hopper.
“One more I see? Zoe says to the owner. “Yep.... here you are. Says the man to Zoe. Meanwhile, the 42 year old Hispanic cleaning lady leaves the three full carts with disposable diapers, clean and formerly wet cloth diapers some that were modified for the 20 year old to wear; onesies, some for the 20 year old, some old cloth training pants that were once wet, and quite a few wet, torn up cloth diapers.
Make sure that he gets put in there with his disposable diaper facing the compactor.” Requests the man to Zoe.
Both Zoe and the man, pickup the stroller and lift it into the truck.
The two, lay the stroller near the blade on its side so the diaper faces the blade, back pack still hung on the right and left handles. The back pack falls off and lands half in and out of the hopper. One of the straps gets stuck in a crack between the hopper and the packer. “No escaping!” Zoe laughs as she flips the backpack in and pulls it free of the crack “He's buckled in for the ride...that's for sure!” Added the owner. “He sure is” Zoe laughs as she pushes the button to run the packer. The packer advances on the boy in the stroller. The stroller begins to fold up against the boy and the diapers in the hopper bunch up and begin to rise under resistance with the stroller in there.
Zoe lowers the pre-crusher to keep them down. The blade mangles the stroller and pushes the boy, the girl and dolls into the hopper, bursting some of the very wet ones and smashing the dolls. The diapers bunch up more and more as the packer forces them into the holding area of the truck against all of the other diapers in there. The stroller folds up some, the straps that were holding the boy, snap, the boy is ejected out....into the hopper and holding area.
The cloth diapers sticking out the waistband of the boy's disposable in front, get snagged under the bottom of the packer blade, as the blade retracts. The boy is dragged back into the hopper, until the blade pulls the cloth diapers out of his disposable as it retracts.
The boy is left in the middle of the hopper on the metal floor Zoe keeps the pre-crusher down to keep him secure and heads back to the cab.
Zoe drives to the next stop.
There are still two more houses to do before she can stop at the Diaper factory....
Zoe gets to the first house....in the next neighborhood.
There are four totes full of wet, disposable adult medium diapers in them. Tote four has another 20 year old baby boy wearing nothing but formerly wet cloth diapers. There are also six 32 gallon aluminum trash cans stuffed and over filled to the point that loose, unfolded, Attends and First Quality disposable diapers with loose booster pads inside of them have fallen out all around each of the cans
Next to them, are six white tall cheap kitchen bags full of dolls, with diapers on them, disposable diapers and clean, unfolded cloth diapers in them....
One of the bags has an 8 year old baby girl wearing a thick vintage LUVS COMFORT WAIST disposable diaper on...which looks just like the Attends with Waistband....
The diaper she has on, was just freshly changed right before she was disposed of. The diaper has four cloth diapers in it four in front and four in back.
Her legs are sticking out of the corners of the trash bag....and some of her diapers are sticking out too. Zoe gets out of the side loader garbage truck, grabs a tote with diapers. Zoe lifts the pre-crusher “Got some company for you….” Says Zoe tells the boy in the hopper.
Four tall round laundry baskets are also next to the 32 gallon trash cans that are full of nothing but cloth diapers...clean and formerly wet. The diapers spill on top of him. Zoe repeats this process with the 2 other totes before she pulls the tote with the 20 year old over to the side of the hopper. “Here comes a friend for you” Zoe says as she tips him in. The 20 year old, spills out of the tote. The husband comes out of the house carrying a half full box of Dreft laundry soap and a smaller rectangular laundry basket full of more stained up, slightly grease streaked cloth diapers.
Once he is in, Zoe lowers the pre-crusher, and then runs the packer.
The husband smiles and winks at you...then leaves the basket and the soap next to the 32 gallon trash cans. He returns in to the house.
While the packer crushes the load, Zoe goes over to the pile of bags, looks at the 8 year old. She is sitting in her bag being such good garbage. “Hey sweetie, do you want to help me load all this stuff? If you do, I’ll get you out of this bag of dirty diapers…” Offers Zoe. The girl in the bag, nods. Zoe picks the girl up, takes her to the now empty hopper. Zoe sets her down on the blade, which is fully extended, and pauses it.
Zoe tears open the bag, spilling her diapers all over the compactor blade and exposing her pink vintage Luvs diaper. Zoe picks her up again and sets her down. Zoe then lets the blade retract.
“Tell you what, I have an idea, you put the bags in and I will get the cans.” Suggests Zoe to the little diapered girl. The thickly diapered girl, toddles over to the first bag.
Zoe drags a can to the truck. The girl drags 2 bags and picks one up with both hands, grabs it, then waddles back over to the truck. The bag is heavy and her diaper is VERY thick between her legs.
The thickly diapered girl can’t get the heavy bag of wet, unrolled disposable diapers in, hands it to Zoe who puts it in. The girl goes to get the next bag. She struggles with the bag....but gets it to the side of the truck. Zoe goes to get can 2, while the girl brings 1 more bag of diapers to the truck for Zoe. Zoe empties the can and takes the bag from the little girl. Then the diapered girl waddles back to get another bag.
The girl then waddles back to the side of the truck. Zoe empties the cans while the girl, gets the bags. The thickly diapered little girl waddles with bag 5, the first of 3, with her dollies. “Here are my dollies. Can they stay with me?”
Then the girl goes over to get the last of the 6 bags. She holds onto the bag that is really, really heavy, full of her unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers...then she drops it beside the truck after she trips. The bag rips open at the top, spilling out half the bag's contents
"Sorry Miss1 I fell down!
“Its ok little helper. Says Zoe helping the little girl up and picking up the scattered loose diapers that fell out of the bag, before tossing them all into the hopper.
Zoe runs the packer to clear some space before she empties the final 2 cans of diapers and toss in the laundry basket. “Daddy buys cheap bags...too!” Says the diapered girl to Zoe “Yes, I see that. Notes Zoe. Zoe looks into her cute eyes and with a pang of guilt; “Ok little one, I’m sorry but it is time for you to get in the truck.” Says Zoe to the thickly diapered girl. “Miss, there are still four of those big, tall, round baskets over there...full of my old cloth diapers. What about those?” Asks the little girl.
“Oh yeah, thank you. Come help me with them.” Zoe says. “Can I?” asks the little girl.
“Yes, come help me with them.” Says Zoe “Thanks.” Says the little girl.
She goes to help Zoe. she can barely walk with her thick diaper on with all of the cloth diapers and booster pads in it. “You’re welcome. You are so sweet. Why did your daddy throw you away?” Asks Zoe to the little girl.
“I wet my diapers too much...and it was costing them too much. Mommy and Daddy told me that once spring came...I was going to be disposed of.” Explained the little girl.
“awww, that is too bad” “They are moving out soon too. They said that they are moving over to "Diaper Land. “You are being a very good girl about it. Says Zoe to the little girl.
“I don't want to be disposed of....but...I can't stop myself from wetting
“I really don't (sniffle) want to be disposed of! I've never been thrown away!” Sobs the little girl. The girl stops and hangs her head. “I know baby….. but you will have your dollies…” The girl then plops down where she is “No...I don't...where are they?” asks the diapered girl. “They are inside the truck waiting for you” Says Zoe to the thickly diapered girl. “Ok....do I HAVE to go in there? Will my diapee be ok? I am soaked now!” States the thickly wet diapered little girl to Zoe. The both of them drag the clothes baskets to the truck and Zoe puts them in.
“My disposable diaper doesn't look like it, but my cloth diapers that you can see, that are sticking out...are soaked” Explains the little girl to Zoe.
Zoe feels the outside of her diaper. “You sure are!” says Zoe.
“Hey, Miss, what is that pink cardboard box there in that basket? What is all of that white stuff that is spilled out?” asked the girl going over to the hopper and peering in.
“It is just soap. Tell you what….since you were my good little helper, I will get you into a clean diaper before I dispose of you.” Offered Zoe to the girl wearing the soaking, leaking, wet diapers. “Really?” asks the wet diapered little girl.
Just then, the mother comes out, holding a cold baby bottle full of some grape juice...a binky and 4 bottles of baby powder. The mother tosses the four bottles into the hopper from three feet away. She then hands Zoe the binky and the bottle then goes back inside.
“Here, have some juice” Says Zoe. “Thanks, you would Change me?” Asks the wet diapered little girl to Zoe taking the baby bottle, putting it into her mouth, and then starts drinking it. “Sure! Tell you what, I have some clean ones in my cab. If you need to go potty again, do it, I will clean you up and put a clean diaper on you.” Offers Zoe to the wet diapered little girl. The girl gets into the cab. Zoe pulls into a nearby service station.
The girl floods her diaper hard, her diaper begins to leak at the legs her cloth diapers are completely soaked inside of her disposable, with the booster pads all puffed up from wetness. Once she is done. Zoe takes off her diaper and wipes her off. Zoe takes a goodnite from her bag, puts it on her. Zoe also takes the time to change HER Goodnight.
“Its time to get into the hopper…” States Zoe once she was done changing the girl.
Zoe is still holding the folded up, but not rolled up, diapers in her hand. The girl jumps up onto the side of the hopper and sits there, facing Zoe. “Ok little one, time to get in. Just hold onto your bags of dolls and it will be ok” Says Zoe. The girl then climbs into the hopper and grabs a bag. “What are you going to do with my wet diapers in your hands...miss?” she asks laying down with her legs against the packer.
“They are going in the truck for disposal too” Zoe says. “Can I have it?” asks the girl.
“Sure…” Zoe hands her the wet diapers. Zoe drops it, it falls open into her face.
“Ok I am going to pack the load now….” Zoe tells the girl, putting her index finger on the button. “Will it hurt me? Will my diaper burst?” Asks the girl.
“It will be tight but, it wont hurt. Your diaper will be ok.” Zoe tells the girl in the hopper.
Zoe presses the button to start the packer, the blade pushes against the girl, pushing her and her diapers and dolls into the truck, compressing them. The girl holds on tight as the blade pushes her into the truck. The box of soap, rises with the diapers and then shifts onto it's side, spilling out all over the baby girl's diapers and her tummy.
“At least she will be clean…” Zoe thinks, as the cycle finishes.
The girl's Goodnite, bunches up between her legs, then is pressed VERY hard against her butt, as her legs are spread apart, while diapers press very hard against her in the crotch.
The packer blade retracts and then Zoe hops back into the cab then drives to the next stop.

Zoe drives her baby blue and white Manual Side loader across town to a Diaper City government house near the downtown area. It’s an Agency office that temporarily houses subjects, teens and disabled adults that are diapered, that have been removed from the homes that they had lived in.
The Agency is called; Diapered Child Removal Agency or The DCRA for short. At this stop, there were 6 Totes, and 8 over stuffed 32 gallon Rubbermaid trash cans full of wet, loose, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers.
Tote one has nothing but formerly wet and semi-wet pre-fold cloth diapers at the bottom, then plastic pants that went with them on top of those, then the other half has loose, Pampers Rash Care diapers in size 8, a new size, 40 loose, Tranquility Large sized adult disposable diapers that have 6 slightly wet Dignity Naturals booster pads in them.
Tote two, has a disabled 15 year old, wearing VERY thick Tranquility All-Through-The-Night Youth Sized diapers with Six Dignity Naturals Booster Pads inside, Six Toddler sized, ex-diaper-service cloth diapers layered in on top of the booster pads. Half a bottle’s worth of corn starch baby powder sprinkled into the diaper too.
He has been in the tote, outside, since Thursday of the week before. There are also some half full baby bottles with milk, grape juice, apple juice and water in them. The boy’s diaper bag was also put into the tote along with his three 32 gallon Rubbermaid trash cans, over stuffed with his loose, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers.
There are two printed single bed comforters, unfolded and sprawled across the three 32 gallon trash cans. Sitting next to the tote the 15 year old boy is in, are three 32 gallon sized laundry baskets with the boy’s 20 onesies at the bottom, his 20 pair of plastic lined shorts (Used over cloth diapers-a plastic pant and short, All-In-One) his 22 pair of formerly wet, stiff, dried-up cloth training pants (they had been used to keep his cloth diapers on instead of pins) and the third basket had his two sock monkeys that his mother had made for him, the Huggies dolls with an actual Huggies disposable diaper on it (that was the size of a four year old) a plush tiger, and all of the unused packages of disposable diapers that were purchased for the boy, but were never used.
As Zoe Pulls up to the front, two men in suits, ties, wearing dark sunglasses, each carrying a diapered baby, come out of the agency. They are followed by two nurses, carrying one 32 gallon trash can full of each baby’s diapers. Can one has still semi-wet cloth diapers in the bottom half and two dozen folded, clean cloth diapers and the various colored plastic pants that were used on that baby. The second can has ¾ of the can full of loose, wet, Store brand disposable diapers in it and the left-over, unused packages and portions of packages of the store brand disposable diapers.
The first baby boy, was a 12 year old boy, who was SO developmentally delayed, he was chronologically 6 months old. He can’t talk, walk, and crawl. The second baby, that was being escorted to the side of the truck’s hopper also, was another baby boy….this one was 13 years old. He’s wearing a REALLY thick, freshly changed, disposable diaper with eight Dignity Naturals Booster Pads all layered into the inner leak gathers and then there are six clean toddler sized cloth diapers layered into the diaper too.(Three in back and three in front. All six diapers stick out of the diaper at the back waist and the front waist about an inch.) That baby’s diaper is SO thick, the boy’s butt looks VERY puffy and he can barely walk. 12 year old boy who can’t walk, talk or crawl, is wearing a really thick diaper. JUST like the 13 year old is. The man is cradling the boy, standing next to the hopper, waiting for Zoe to take him. The other man in the suit and tie, is also standing right behind the first one, holding the 13 year old’s left hand, waiting for Zoe to take him.
The Nurses set the Rubbermaid trash cans down next to Tote two and then go back into the agency’s office.
Zoe gets out of the truck and resets the hopper. Zoe dumps tote 1 spilling the diapers into the truck, greeting the waiting men as she does so. After the tote is dumped Zoe takes the 12 year old from the man and puts him in the hopper on top of the dirty diapers.
Zoe then reaches down and grabs the hand of the 13 year old. “Are you ready to go for a ride in my truck?” Zoe says. The boy just looks at her in silence. Zoe leads the boy to the truck, then picks him up from behind and lifts him into the hopper. Zoe lets him go. He falls down, landing on the diapers next to the other boy.
Next, Zoe dumps the 2 cans, left by the nurses, on top of the 2 boys. Zoe dumps 2 of the 32 gallon cans then runs the packer. The blade pushes the trash into the truck. The developmentally disabled boy just rolls around like one of the discarded diapers as he is crushed into the truck. Zoe dumps the remaining 4, 32 gallon totes tossing in the comforters as well, before hooking up tote 2.
Zoe dumps the tote, spilling the 15 year old, into the truck along with his bottles and diaper bag. “Wow!! You sure are ripe” Zoe says, as the smell coming from his diaper is strong, since he has been out in the trash for several days now. Zoe dumps the laundry baskets with the boys stuff and runs the packer again. After the packer did the load, Zoe dumps the 4 remaining totes, then runs the pre-crusher and packs the load.
With the 3 boys and the diapers packed away, Zoe heads off to the next stop.
At the next stop, another baby and diaper disposal daycare, there are six totes and five force-flex white trash bags laying next to the totes on the grass at the curb.
Two of the bags have nothing but disposable pull-ups, both boys and girls, but they are ONLY wet.
The second bag has a large hole in the bottom of it and several tears in the side of it. This bag contains nothing but all-in-one cloth diapers and both folded, washed and clean pre-fold cloth diapers and formerly wet cloth diapers in it. There are several of the formerly wet cloth diapers scattered near the bag. They fell out during the time the bag was being brought out to the curb. There are at least two dozen cloth diapers loose near the bag, on the ground, scattered about near the pile of bags.
The third bag has nothing but mixed disposable diapers and a baby boy, wearing a nice, thick, Molicare disposable diaper that is purple. The boy’s diaper has 8 layered toddler sized , former diaper service cloth diapers in it, that also have a TON of baby powder in it too. The bag the boy is in, has leg holes punched out in both corners and the boy’s head is sticking out of the bag which is also full of loose, unwrapped, unrolled, thick Tranquility All-Through-The-Night diapers, two packages worth of ONLY wet Molicare disposable diapers, and six of the boy’s onesies, two dozen of the boy’s formerly wet cloth diapers sitting on his lap, and three packs worth of wet only Pampers diapers that had been modified to fit the boy.
The boy is 24 years old but is so developmentally delayed, he acts like he is two. He’d been in diapers since he was born. He can’t talk well, he can’t walk, and the bag he is in, has some serious rips in the bottom from dragging it to the curb. Diapers are falling out of it and some of the open disposable diapers were laying there near the hole in the bag. The boy had one of the modified cloth diapers on with eight unmodified toddler sized cloth diapers on under the tall modified cloth diaper that was also sticking out of the small/medium Molicare disposable diaper.
His disposable was wet as well as all of the cloth diapers he had on. The Cloth Diapers looked relatively new…still.
“Now, we’ve never disposed of any kids before….do the kids need to wear only disposable diapers when being disposed of or can they be disposed of in cloth diapers?” Asks the mother to Zoe. Zoe gets out of the truck, and takes the boys hand.
“Either works fine. Most parents use disposables.” States Zoe to the mother as she escorts the soaking wet diapered boy into the side of the hopper where she makes him wait.
Zoe empties the basket, sets it aside for the father, then she takes the boy’s hand who had been waiting by the side of the truck and she dumps him in. Zoe dumps tote one and two, filling up the hopper with wet disposables and cloth diapers. Zoe runs the packer to make room for the other 2 totes. Zoe empties 2 of the remaining totes, one with cloth diapers, and one with disposables before hooking up the tote with the 22 year old girl. The girl, spills, out of the tote and into the hopper with the dirty diapers.
Zoe dumps tote 6, then runs the packer. As the packer runs, Zoe hooks up the 1st tote with the disposables, then dumps it in, spilling wet and messy diapers onto the load currently being crushed. The girl is covered with the dirty diapers as the blade pushes them and her into the truck. Zoe dumps the remaining 3 totes and then runs another cycle.
Next Zoe tackles the force flex bags. Zoe tosses the 2 with the pull-ups into the hopper.
Zoe grabs the torn bag and tosses it, as well as the spilled diapers into the truck. Zoe looks over to the mom “I will need help loading the 24 year old. He is over the weight limit for bagged trash.” Says Zoe to the mother.
“Ok, Here......my little one.....come with mommy. Says the 24 year old’s mother, picking the bag up and carrying it towards the tote. The mother struggles with the bag.
Zoe tips over an empty tote. “Get your boy into the tote, so I can dump him in the truck” Suggests Zoe to the mother. Zoe helps the mother, roll the bag into the tote. The mother lifts the bag into the tote. the bag falls into the tote. Once the bag is in the tote, Zoe tips the tote back up and hooks it to the truck. Zoe flips it to dump the boy. Zoe tosses the remaining bag and empties the final 4 cans filling up the hopper. Zoe runs the pre-crusher, flattening the boy and the diapers into the hopper so the blade can pack them in. As the stop is loaded, Zoe tells the mother, “if the father is going to bring anything else out, its now or next week.” "No ma'am I have everything out that needs to go.....states the father. “Ok then, have a great day.” Zoe gets into the cab and heads off.
Zoe drives to the next stop, it's a diaper service. The diaper service is located in an industrial side of diaper city. They have 8 totes and six 32 gallon trash cans, all full of various sizes of cloth diapers. 50 % of the cloth diapers in the totes and each tote, are formerly wet. inside of the totes, there are also 200 plastic pants, and all-in-one cloth diapers too. Tote one has a baby boy wearing 8 pre-fold cloth diapers that have some rips and tears in them...the surfaces of the soaker pads are hanging down between the boy's legs. He is not wearing any plastic pants either. Tote two has cloth diapers that are also ripped, half of the toddler sized cloth diapers are formerly wet, and the other top half are freshly cleaned and unfolded. The rest of the totes have half clean pre-folds and clean and formerly wet all-in-one cloth diapers that are half wet and half cleaned.
The 32 gallon trash cans, have plastic pants, onesies, old under shirts, white, slightly stained from being peed on and plastic pants too. There is also another baby boy, tied to can 5, wearing clean, very torn up cloth pre-fold diapers. There are places in his cloth diapers that Zoe can see right through. The front part of that boy's diaper, has holes that go right through, at the right top wing and soaker pads. The boy is tied to the carry handles with zip-ties. Zoe gets out of the truck and begins emptying the totes. Zoe dumps tote 1, spilling out the cloth diapers. Then Zoe grabs the tote with the baby boy. Zoe dumps the boy into the hopper on top of the other cloth diapers and then grabs tote 3. The boy's cloth diapers get snagged in a burr on the packer near the center. Zoe pulls the boy loose ripping his diaper a little more. While tote 3 is emptying, Zoe notices the boy emptying his bladder as there are no plastic pants. The pee drips from his cloth diaper onto the other diapers in the truck. “Good thing there are so many diapers in there, little tinkler, you are getting pee everywhere. Says Zoe to the boy in the hopper wearing nothing but layered cloth diapers. “I can't help it!” Said the boy to Zoe.
“It’s ok little one, this is a garbage truck. No need to keep it clean. you can go potty as often as you want. I need to crush you now, so it is going to get a little tight.” Adds Zoe to the boy. Zoe pushes the button to start the packer. The boy had been leaning against the packer. The packer pushes him down, as it expands, sending him into the holding area head first. The pressure wrings out his soaked diaper dripping pee everywhere.
The boy gets all of the open disposable diapers and cloth diapers, shoved into his face.
“That will leave a bad taste in his mouth” Zoe thinks as the boy disappears into the truck.
The boy’s wet cloth diapers get lots and lots of cloth diapers crushed against his diapers that bunch up between his legs. As the cycle finishes Zoe dumps tote 4 when approach the 5th with the boy tied to it.
“Try to run away?” Zoe asks him. “No....I was just being put into my crib after the diaper lady finished testing me and the diapers I was wearing. I had to be tied up when the diapers and I went through this machine she put me through, before she disposed of all of these diapers and I. Stated the boy. “Ok” says Zoe. Zoe then dumps tote 5, then goes to can 5. “Ok little one, are you ready to get in my truck?” Asked Zoe to the boy, still tied to the carry handles of the 32 gallon trash can. “Nah, I really don't want to....but, the diaper lady told me that it was time to dispose of me...and all of these diapers. she was a MEAN lady too! She would tear cloth diapers, she'd put me in wet diapers...and she’d keep me in soaking wet diapers for a long time before she even would let her staff rinse me and the diapers I was wearing! “I’m afraid she was right! I AM here to take you to the landfill. At least you will be away from the mean lady.” Explained Zoe to the wet, thickly cloth diapered boy. “Ok....well, then, I'll walk over and climb in....don't worry about my hands and arms.” States the boy. “I will walk you over and give you a lift so you don’t get stuck.” States Zoe taking the boy by the hand and escorting him over to the side of the truck, then helping him in.
The boy walks with Zoe, over to the hopper. Zoe cuts him loose, walks him to the hopper, where she gives him a boost. “Thanks” Says the boy to Zoe. The boy does a summersault into the middle of the hopper. He climbs in, but his diapers get snagged on the side of the hopper, ripping the front of his diaper along one of the soaker pad lines. His diaper sags down a little bit, the pins can no longer hold the good fit. Zoe grabs a reasonably dry all-in-one cloth diaper. “Lay down, little one.” Zoe tells the boy in the hopper. Zoe takes off the saggy diaper, and puts the boy, into the all-in-one. “Miss....that diaper I wore during one of the lady's fabric tests...I wet in it and then she took it off and tossed it into the trash, thanks.” Stated the boy. “You’re welcome.” States Zoe to the boy. Zoe dumps the can he was tied to, in the truck and then empties the remaining cans. The boy is covered in the hopper, but Zoe can still see his face. Zoe dumps the rest of the cans, then tells the boy;
“I need to run the packer now. You will spend the rest of the trip to the landfill, in the holding area.” Explains Zoe to the boy.
“Is it going to make my diaper bunch up? This diaper sags a BUNCH down here around my legs! The boy asks Zoe. “Yes it will. There are diapers all around you, so you will be in one giant diaper.” Explains Zoe to the boy in the hopper.
“Ok then...let it rip!” States the boy to Zoe. Zoe presses the button, activating the packer.
The boy's diapers all around him, begin to bunch up, roll and some get caught in the cracks and snagged by the packer. The boy goes into the holding area....and is pressed against all of the other trash in there. A few of the pre-fold diapers that were snagged, are dragged back into the hopper. The blade retracts as Zoe gets back in the cab for the next stop.

The Next stop is the landfill. The truck is full, almost packed out….Zoe had even tossed a couple hundred loose cloth diapers into the hopper before driving to the Diaper City Landfill. At the landfill, Zoe gets out to unlatch the tailgate so that she can start to unload all of the diapers, subjects dolls, diaper bags and strollers as well as a ton of clothing, down into the large, steel chute…she begins to talk to the little girl she rescues from being emptied into the Diaper City Dump’s Transfer compactor chute.

“I’m sorry honey. I will get you cleaned up once I am done at the dump. A warm shower and fresh diaper” said Zoe to the little girl.
“That would be nice miss.....diapers kept smashing and wringing out all over me
said the girl. “Yeah that is an unfortunate side effect the truck has, it packs as much garbage in as possible” Said Zoe to the girl.
“Yea....I pick up from all sorts of places all over diaper city! Zoe, the company I drive for, said that in the next week or so, they are going to start separating the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers in each of the dumpsters.
They are going to send a different truck for the cloth diapers and clothing and any subjects wearing cloth diapers. I am going to be picking up only disposable diapers and subjects wearing disposable diapers. Since you and Sadie own your company, will you be doing that too?” Asked and stated the other driver.
“Wonder why they are separating them? Asked Zoe to the other diver.
“I heard...but wasn't able to confirm, that the cloth diapers may be going to a different dump....diaper city wants to start selling the cloth diapers after they process them and the subjects, to the diaper factories and labs. Said the driver.
“I don’t think so. We don’t have enough trucks to do separate routes. Explained Zoe to the other driver.
“Well, if that is the case the city can pay for the 2nd routes or pick them up themselves. Stated Zoe to the other driver. “Yea...I hear you on that. Said the other diver.
The final items fall out of my truck
The parents that live in the suburbs will still be having their normal pickups, without changes...just the people in the city, are going to be affected
“Well, a lot of my routes are there, so that is good. States Zoe. Zoe lowers the body flat, and closes the back of her truck. “Well, my truck is almost done offloading. States the other driver to Zoe. “Yeah and I need to get going. Take it easy. See you next time. Says Zoe to the other driver. Zoe gestures for her little helper, to follow her. Zoe tears the dirty goodnite off her and uses some wipes to clean her up a bit. Zoe tosses her soiled goodnite, on the pile from her truck. Then give her a clean goodnite. Then the driver goes back to his truck. The loads have started to go down into the stainless steel funnel, deeper and deeper. The girl watches the diapers and subjects disappear. “That was almost me! Look!” Said the Girl. The diapers are falling down into a fully enclosed fast-moving conveyor belt that was taking everything to be sorted. “Ok little helper, I need you to get back in the hopper for the ride back. You are too dirty to ride in the cab. This time there will be no stinky diapers or crushing.” Suggested Zoe to the girl. The girl looks scared.
“Ok you can ride in the cab.” Zoe tells her, and puts down a plastic sheet to protect the seat. The girl gets in and sits down. She and her vintage Luvs diaper, smells. Zoe drives away from the diaper city dump to her own company's yard to drop the truck off.
The girl gets in and sits down. She smells. Zoe drives away from the diaper city dump to her own company's yard to drop the truck off. “So, what is your name?” Zoe asks the girl.
“My name is Paige.” Says the little girl. “That is a pretty name. Zoe says, complementing the girl. “Thanks. Says the girl shyly. “You’re welcome honey.” States Zoe to the little girl. “I am SO happy that you rescued me.” Stated the girl thanking Zoe for Rescuing her. “How long before I can get out of this dirty Luvs diaper?” Asked the Girl to Zoe. “Me too sweetie. You were such a good helper and a sweet little girl. When we get home, I will clean you up. I did the best I could at the dump.
I'm sorry I had to put you in the truck earlier. Said Zoe to the girl, apologizing. “It's ok, at least I am here now. At home, do you have lots of toys to play with? how about enough diapers to put on me?” Asked the girl to Zoe. “Yeah, I have all kinds of toys. I have pull-ups and goodnites for my girls to wear. I also have some Pampers with Elmo, which I think will work for you. Do you like those?” Asks Zoe to the little girl she rescued.
“Sure....as long as there are some diapers to wear...and toys to play with...what will I sleep in or on?” Asked the girl to Zoe. “I was made to sleep in a crib before.” Explains the girl to Zoe. “Would you like a big girl bed?” Asks Zoe.
“Sure. I am used to the crib though....I am a restless sleeper...that rolls around a lot.
“Well, you can have a crib if you want, or else I can get you a big girl bed with sides on it.” Offers Zoe. “What ever you think is best.” Says the girl.
“Well, we can start with a crib, since you are used to it, and when you are ready, get you a bed. Suggested Zoe. “That sounds good.” Says the girl.
“I just want to know, will I be disposed of at any time after living with you? I'm worried that I am going to be disposed of again......at some point.” Says the girl, in a worried tone
“No honey! I do not dispose of my kids. You can play with toys and pee your diaper but I will not throw you away.” Reassures Zoe to the little girl.
“Oh thank you, thank you! Miss” Said the girl, sighing in relief. “I was worried that you would dispose of me later on.” Adds the girl to Zoe.
“I spend all day disposing of kids and I can't save them. When I do save one, I like to keep them. I have 2 other girls who I saved from the trash. I can only save the very special ones, and you seemed special to me.
“Why thank you......that means a lot to me. But how am "I" special?” Asks the girl
“You were such a sweet girl. You even helped me, even though I was there to throw you away. I could just tell you would make a good daughter.” Said Zoe.
“AWH! That is SO WONDERFUL!” Said the girl looking down at her vintage Luvs diaper. “I'd prefer to wear the Pampers......that way, You can just pull my pants down and change me...instead of pulling my pants all of the way off to change me.” Said the girl.
“That sounds good to me. I think you will look adorable with Elmo on. So tell me, what did it feel like, being disposed of in the truck?” Asks Zoe to the girl she rescued.
“It felt like nothing I've ever felt before....the diapers would bunch up, some would burst, their wet padding getting all over the diapers and myself, then, once in the container, it just kept getting tighter and tighter. My diaper kept getting bunched up more and more. I was almost afraid that my Luvs diaper was going to burst too, at the legs and waistband!” Explains the girl to Zoe. “I’m sorry honey. that does not sound fun. After you were packed in, I thought about you the rest of my route. I decided to rescue you at the dump, but was afraid you would be lost in the load of trash. The load I emptied my truck into, is for permanent disposal. None of the diapers or subjects ever leave the dump, If they go in that chute.” States Zoe to the little girl.
“Really? What would have happened to me and the diapers? Do you know?” Asked the girl. “I over heard a few of the workers at the dump. They were talking about how the diapers get sorted first...the cloth from the disposables.....then the disposables are tossed into a large pit where they stay until some one takes some of them over to the other side of the dump, to be composed Is this true?” Asked the little girl to Zoe.
“I also heard one of the workers tell the other one to get the cloth diapers to the rinsing areas and to the toilets for flushing. then the other carts get to be shredded and then ground up then sold to diaper factories. Says the girl.
“Normally they do, but when the dump is overloaded like it was today, they dump the rest into the overflow. They are all dumped into a pit and sealed. You would have spent the rest of your life there, with the piles of dirty diapers. The economy has been bad, so lots of subjects and diapers are getting disposed of, and the demand from the dump is low” Explains Zoe to the little girl she rescued. “MAN! I wouldn't have even had my diaper changed? Or a bottle? Or even been used by the dump to be composed? DANG!” Exclaims the girl. “Yeah, it’s the worst possible outcome.” Explains Zoe to the girl. Zoe feels bad for all the others who had to go in. “Hopefully, they will get caught up, so they don't have to use the overflow area again soon.” Says Zoe to the little girl. “Well here we are.” Zoe says, pulling into the yard.
Zoe parks her truck, goes to the office to check it in, then puts Paige into her car. Zoe and Paige head home. When Zoe & Paige get home, she introduces Paige to her other garbage girls. Ariel, who was 7, and Jasmine who is 11. “Girls, I got you a new sister today. Her name is Paige. I need to get her cleaned up, then you 3 can play. Says Zoe introducing Paige to Ariel and Jasmine. Zoe took her to the bathroom, stripped her down, then cleaned her off in the shower. Once she was clean, Mommy Zoe took out a Pampers size 7 with Elmo, applies some powder, then taped the diaper on. Zoe puts her in a cute pink t-shirt and tells her to go into the room and get to know her new sisters. Page toddles into the room and sits down near the center of the room. Paige admires the clean Pampers diaper she is wearing. She goes to the toy box and starts playing with the dolls. She turns to Jasmine.....and introduces herself once more. The two begin to play with the dolls and the other toys in the room. Soon, Ariel joins in. The next hour is spent playing and giggling. Soon, Page's diaper is wet again and she is too busy to notice. Zoe comes in, tells the girls; “It is time for dinner.” Zoe notices the stars are faded on Ariel’s pull-up. Mommy Zoe tells her to change it before dinner. Zoe checks Paige’s diaper. Mommy Zoe tells her she needs to change her. Zoe swaps out her wet Pampers for a clean one, while Ariel puts on a dry pull-up. Then we have dinner. At dinner, Paige sits in the old Highchair......She eats her dinner completely, using her fingers. she has dropped a few pieces of her food on her chest. She giggles with the other two girls “You are a messy eater. I better buy you some bibs” says Mommy Zoe to Paige. “Sorry Mommy. I am not used to feeding myself.... everyone used to feed me. “It’s ok baby. I don't mind. I think its cute” Says mommy Zoe to Paige. “Thank you mommy.” Says Paige to mommy Zoe. After dinner, Zoe sends the girls back to go play. Paige and the other girls have made a fort out the sheets and blankets also using their beds. They continue to role play with the dolls. Hey mommy.....shouts Paige.....Can I get something to drink pueese?” Asks Paige to Mommy Zoe. “Sure honey.” Mommy Zoe brings Paige back a sippy cup of juice.
“I don't know how to drink one of THOSE...says Page. I only know how to drink a bottle.” Paige adds “It’s like a bottle, just put this end in your mouth and tip it back.” Zoe says showing her how. Paige takes the sippy cup.....and gives it a try. A BUNCH of liquid goes into her mouth.....she coughs hard...not being used to it. Zoe laughs. “Easy sweetheart! Not so fast!” Zoe cautions Paige. “I am not used to getting so much out a bottle. I always had a baby bottle with a larger hole in it...sometimes, they gave me a modified water bottle with a nipple adapter on it” Explains Paige to her new mommy Zoe
“You will get used to it. It just takes practice. States Zoe.
“I sure hope so....said Paige to her new mommy, Zoe. “Mommy, Can I sit here in your lap? I sleepy.” “Sure baby.” Says Zoe patting her left leg. Paige crawls up into mommy Zoe’s lap.....she curls up in the cradling position. She continues to learn how to drink the sippy cup. Zoe strokes her hair as she lays in her lap. Paige looks up at Zoe.....Smiles as she gets sleepier and sleepier. Soon, Paige falls asleep, still loosely holding her sippy cup. Zoe watches her, as she falls asleep. “Such a sweet little girl! Her parents made a mistake throwing her away.” Zoe thinks to herself. Paige falls into a VERY, VERY deep sleep. She twitches slightly in her sleep and makes little gurgling noises as she sleeps. Zoe puts her in her crib, then goes in the living room to watch tv for a few hours, till its time for the girls to get ready for bed.
Zoe goes into their room and tells them, “Bedtime. Brush your teeth, go potty and change into clean pull-ups.” Ariel, who is slightly wet, goes in her pull-up. Jasmine, who is still dry, floods her goodnite. They both get ready for bed. Then Mommy Zoe kisses them goodnight. Zoe relaxes for another hour before heading to bed herself. Zoe has to rest up for the next day.
Paige sleeps ever so soundly in her new home with her new-found, VERY caring, loving, protective Mommy, knowing that she is safe, protected, well fed, well clothed, and secure in the thought that she will not be disposed of ever again.

At the Diaper City Landfill, All of the subjects, Diapers, Comforters, are all being processed. The Cloth diapers and cloth items are separated from the disposable diapers. Any subjects wearing disposable diapers, are grouped together and then pulled off the sorting conveyor belts and brought over to a baby holding area. This area, is where the landfill brings all of the subjects and subjects that come to the diaper city landfill.
I was once again dumped down the diaper trash transfer chutes along with a bunch of other subjects, dolls, old comforters, lots of clothing, cloth diapers, and a stroller or two.
The subjects were sorted according to what kind of diaper that they were wearing. If they were wearing a disposable diaper, then they were put with the disposable diapers. If they were wearing a cloth diaper, then they were put with the cloth diapers. ONE thing is true though, once a baby leaves the diaper dump or diaper landfill, they are only allowed to leave for certain things….and only purchased twice. If that same baby or subject comes back shortly after being bought, that baby or subject will not leave again. They become “property” of the dump to do with what they wish. I was certainly one of those subjects or subjects that was quickly going to go on the “Do Not Sell list” and the Not-To-Leave list.
This was the second time that I had come back to the diaper city dump and It was going to take a lot longer now, before I could leave or be sold again. If I get sold again to a private family and I end up right back again shortly after leaving, then I am then only allowed to be sold to Diaper Companies, Trash Companies, Daycares, and anyone who can use a subject in the course of doing their business. That way, I can be disposed of again and brought right back to the dump until the owner of the dump says that I am not to leave the dump again which…..at SOME point, WILL happen.
Since I was still wearing the soaking wet, smashed up, two disposable diapers that mommy had put on me the night before, I was put with the disposable diapers that were being separated from the cloth diapers. A few of the subjects were being taken off of the belt and put onto yet another belt all because they….had cloth diapers inside of their disposable diapers. The disposable diapers were then going to be divided into groups depending on where they were all going at the dump. If one group of diapers was headed to the composting department, then those diapers were taken off and taken to the compost area…..if the diapers were being selected by the demonstration crew, those diapers were taken off the belt and then taken over to be used in demonstrations there at the landfill…..if the disposable diapers were selected to be dumped into a pit, then they were taken right off the belt and taken RIGHT over to that pit and dumped into it….left there until some staff member there at the dump, needed to use the diapers in the course of their duties at the landfill. I…was wearing a disposable diaper and thus, was put with the rest of the disposable diapers on the sorting conveyor belt. The belt carried lots and lots of loose disposable diapers along it as well as myself and several other subjects-subjects also wearing disposable diapers. The belt took the diapers, myself and the other subjects over to a large rolling, dumpster that could dump the load in it, and dropped the diapers and us subjects into it. Once it got full, it was rolled over to an area in the dump, where the load was going to be dumped and left for the demonstration crews to use for their disposal, composting and processing demonstrations. Once the load was dumped out, onto the ground, several women in blue and white dirty jumpsuits came over to get us subjects out and take us to where we’d be kept until we were needed. I was escorted over to a large white and brightly painted cinder-block building where there were dirty cribs with some left-over cloth diapers and lots of loose wet and formerly wet disposable diapers all randomly scattered around. There were also a couple of piles of disposable diapers in the corner resting against the headboard of the crib I was being put into.
“Now little one, your diaper will be changed in just a bit…though it probably WON’T be a clean diaper…it will however, be a drier one than the one you have on.” Explained the woman in the blue and white dirty, smelly jumpsuit as she put me into the crib, raised the side and then lowered the top before locking it. “This is where you will be kept until you are needed. It may be a little bit of time….before you get to be in one of the demonstrations…..there are at least ten other demos ahead this month alone, that have subjects scheduled for use. Meanwhile, you’ll get your diaper changed UP to six times a day and then MORE if you get picked earlier to go into a demo that you will return from.
Otherwise, if you aren’t used in a demonstration by the end of the month, you will be taken to the Subject Holding Stations where THEY can deal with you! They might even make you go to the composting stations where you WILL be put into one of the many composting machines already full of cloth and disposable diapers.
Otherwise, if the landfill no longer wants you…they have a few options….they will put you into a cloth diaper or even put eight layers of single cloth diapers then they will take you over to the famous diaper flushing stations….then, you will be left there in a pile of all-in-one cloth diapers, cloth training pants, old onesies, even a couple of three story high piles worth of old ex diaper-service pre-fold cloth diapers. The stuff in that warehouse over there, all gets flushed….we call that a “Wet disposal” since “we” are the ones who handle the “dry” disposals.
If our underground lab wants some diapers and any subjects from any part of our facility here, they GET them….once they are done with the diapers and subjects, they are brought back out here and either composted or dumped right back into the pile that they were taken from. If you were taken from here, they bring you back here, but I…under instructs from the owner, have the option to change you into as many pre-fold cloth diapers that I wish, then take you right over to the flushing department and leave you with them for them to do a “wet disposal” on, if I wish! If you wish to remain here at this diaper landfill, I suggest that you behave and let us do to you what we must….ok baby?” Explained the woman before she left the room. Then, I heard rustling in the crib next to me. It was one of the other subjects that had been disposed of in the same load I was in.
He was still wearing the disposal diaper that went up to his neck. A few hours go by, one of the staff came in to get the other boys ready for some demonstration that was about to happen in the arena. Each of the staff ladies, changed their subjects into the diapers on the order sheets then they took their subjects out of the room, leaving me as the only one in there. The only remaining staff member in the room asked if I wanted to watch the demonstration….The lady pulled me out of the holding crib, held me in her arms and then took me outside and then stood just outside of the cinder-block white building.
There was a large bull dozer in the center of the arena scooping up loads of diapers and the subjects and then taking them over to a machine that looked like a giant shredder.
There was this funnel hopper thing that the bull-dozer was loading up. I watched as the subjects and diapers sank down into funnel out of sight. Once the dozer was done with the two story pile of mixed diapers, the driver shut it off and got down from it. The announcer was describing what was happening to the diapers and the subjects in the machine and where the diapers and the subjects were going. The announcer then called the end of the demonstration and the crowd just sat there…watching and waiting for the next one to begin in the next 15 to 20 minutes. “Well, it time to get you all nice and ready for the next demonstration…boy …You get to be flushed with a bunch of clothing, cloth diapers, cloth training pants and a couple hundred pair of onesies! Someone will be at the other end of the pipe that is out of sight of the crowd to get you out. Then, you MIGHT go over to either the lab or the composting station…but who knows.” Said the lady as she took me into the building, laid me down on one of the dirty changing tables that had loose diapers all over it from other past subjects. The lady took my disposable diaper off, then put it onto my chest for a minute until she got the six or eight layers of cloth diapers ready to put on me. Then, she put the cloth diapers on me….and pinned them nice and snuggly but not TOO tightly. Then, she pulled me back up and then carried me back out to the arena and over to a LARGE, TALL pile of cloth diapers, onesies, footed sleepers, old white undershirts, TONS of loose, pre-fold cloth diapers that were clean, formerly wet, but dried, and a TON of old cloth training pants too. She had been cradling me as she carried me but then she under-hand tossed me into the pile…I flew through the air about two feet and landed into the upper part of the base then was buried under tons of loose cloth diapers. For a little while, I was under lots and lots of soft, dry, fluffy cloth diapers….but, as the pile got smaller and smaller, I got more and more exposed.
The NEXT thing I know, I am being picked up under my arm pits, carried over to a large specialized toilet bowl that had already been mostly filled with cloth diapers, onesies, cloth training pants and then I was slowly lowered down into the bowl past my diaper.
Then someone took a stirring stick and began to stir the diapers and I around in the bowl. Then some one took their heavy yellow rubber-gloved hand and pushed me down further into the water in the bowl by pushing my head down. Then, the lid was lowered and then locked then someone hit the flush lever. The water began to swirl around and around….filling the bowl up more and more then, the water formed a funnel and then began to suck the diapers and I down the drain. Once the diapers and I disappeared down the drain, the bowl refilled and then more diapers and clothing was loaded into the bowl.
The load and I had now gone down to the area underground that was where the cloth diapers all went during demonstrations. I was plucked out, soaking wet and dripping, then carried over to a large chute where all of the cloth diapers, cloth training pants and onesies were all being loaded. Then, I was shoved down the chute with the diapers and other stuff. The chute took the diapers and I over to the composting area…..where all of the cloth diapers were being taken off the chute and then loaded into carts where each cart was being taken to a separate greenhouse-like building that had a compost churner and several pits that were pretty darned deep and half full of other cloth diapers already.
Then one of the other staff members came in and told the other staff member, about to put me into the cloth diaper compost pile, that I was being loaned out to one of the diaper companies that sponsors the landfill, for a week. When they were done with me, they’d dispose of me in their trash. The clients then walked up and saw me…they were very eager to get me to their factory. I was taken from the landfill and then brought to the Diaper factory. The factory owner looked me over and then made his assistant take me over to the Nursery near the diaper testing lab. Once they were done doing every thing they needed to do to me and with me, they disposed of me in their trash for pick-up.
The maids carried me outside wearing a rather thick disposable diaper that was saggy yet, dry, and clean still. I had just been changed a few minutes before.

Day three of diaper collection service:

Zoe starts the truck, then does a walk around to make sure everything is in working order.
Once she is satisfied, Zoe gets in the truck, heads out of the yard to begin the route.
The first stop on the route is a house....
in a neighborhood that is upscale on the south end of diaper city
Zoe pulls into the track housing neighborhood.....
the first house on the corner has four 32 gallon cans full of old diapered dolls, diapered sock monkeys and a mix of disposable diapers and pre-fold cloth diapers that were really torn up and ratty looking but still usable
The four 95 gallon totes have nothing but disposable diapers in them and a 12 year old boy wearing thick attends with waistband with eight booster pads in the diaper.
The mother comes out carrying the twin of the boy in the 95 gallon tote.
He is really, really dirty, wearing a really, really thick disposable Tranquility diaper with 8 Dignity Naturals booster pads and 8 layered cloth diapers on top of the booster pads inside of the disposable diaper. He had just been freshly changed.
The mother is standing near the 95 gallon totes, waiting for Zoe to pull up
Zoe pulls up to the stop and gets out of the truck. Zoe greets the mother as she opens the door to the hopper of her truck.
“Hi there miss.” Says the mother “Good morning. Disposing of some dirty boys I see.” Observes Zoe. “Yep! I have two more for you next week. I am going to Diaper Land to do some work and I won't be able to care for them. Can you take my boy here?” Asked the Mother to Zoe. “His twin is in one of the totes. He went out last night.” Explains the mother “Sure.” Zoe says Taking the tote from her and heading to the hopper.
“You get to be the first trash of the day.” Zoe says to the boy as she dumps him in the hopper. “So....miss, how is your day?” Asks the mother to Zoe.
“So far so good. you are my first stop.” Zoe says as she dumps 1 of the cans of dolls and diapers. “So, are these dolls yours?” Zoe asks to the boy in the hopper as she empties a second can on him.
"I am supposed to write you a check for what I owe you....I am going to write it for $300 dollars over so you can have some for yourself" Is this ok with you?” Asks the mother taking out her check book and writing you a check.
“Sure.” Zoe says dumping the other 2 cans of diapers and dolls then grabbing the can with the 2nd boy. The mother tears the check out of the checkbook and then hands the check to Zoe. “Thank you.” Zoe says taking it from her.
Zoe empties the boy into the hopper. “I’ll give you a receipt as soon as I dump these final 3 cans” Says Zoe to the mother. “Certainly......next week, I will have two more subjects....
and a TON of their diapers and dolls and clothing too.” Said the mother.
“No problem.” Zoe tells her. Zoe dumps the remaining 3 cans then runs the packer. Zoe then heads for the cab to get the mother a receipt. With the truck empty, the blade effortlessly sweeps the garbage into the truck.
“Here you are. I will see you next week for the rest of your garbage.” Said Zoe to the woman. "Thanks...have a NICE day miss.” Says the mother. “You too.” Zoe says getting back into the truck and heading to the next stop.
Zoe pulls up to the next house next door. There, are four totes over stuffed with mixed diapers, pre-fold cloth diapers, plastic pants, lots of white soccer shorts, old fleece footed sleepers, old undershirts with large wet spots on them. Tote one has nothing but disposable diapers that are loose and it was SO over filled, that diapers had fallen onto the street and the curb. Tote two has clean pre-fold cloth diapers that are folded at the bottom and formerly wet cloth pre-folds at the top, topped off by 200 colored plastic pants. Tote three has old under shirts, onesies, footed sleepers and 200 pair of old white soccer shorts. Tote four has been over stuffed with more loose wet disposable diapers
they also had fallen out of the tote onto the gutter and onto the curb.
There are four diaper bags full of clean unused Attends with waistband disposable diapers sitting next to the 6 32 gallon trash cans. The mother comes out of the house, walks down the lawn, with her 16 year old in her right hand.
He is wearing a pair of white soccer shorts over the over sized Attends medium with waistband that has 10 Dignity Naturals booster pads/diaper doublers in it tons and tons of powder in it and six layered toddler sized cloth diapers on top of the booster pads.
the mother walks right over to the solid side of the container part near the back wheels and makes her baby boy lean up against the side with his back towards her so that she can check the boy's diaper, take off the onesie and take of the boy's soccer shorts.
The boy puts his hands up against the side of the truck, his arms extended up above his head with his palms flat. The mother rips the shorts’ crotch out...leaving it hanging.
Then she takes the shorts off, then holds the shorts while she takes the onesie off. Then she tosses the both the onesie and the ripped soccer shorts into the hopper.
Zoe gets out of the truck and walks to the pile.
“Now boy! you stay RIGHT there until this nice trash lady is ready for you...understand?” Exclaims the mother to her boy. The boy nods obediently
Zoe grabs the tote of disposable diapers and wheels it to the truck using her hand to keep any more from spilling. Zoe dumps the tote into the hopper.

Zoe then looks over to the kid. “Time to get in!” Zoe tells the boy. The boy refuses to move..."NO! I don't WANT to!!!!" Shouts the boy defiantly. “Have it your way!” Zoe says. Zoe picks him up. "Stop it! DON'T!!!! STOPPPP IT!!!! Shouts the boy kicking and screaming. The mother rushes in to help Zoe put the boy in. Despite his struggles Zoe picks the boy up and walks over to the hopper. When she gets to the hopper, she throws the boy into the truck. The boy gets right back up and tries to get back out.
The mother takes the boy back out and then gives the boy a bunch of spankings on his diapered butt "I told you! Get.....in....the....truck!!!
The mother picks the boy up and tosses him right back in. “Sorry about that.” Says the mother. “Its ok. I am used to dealing with difficult garbage.” Says Zoe to the mother.

Zoe grabs the second tote and dumps it on top of the boy.
The boy gets knocked down on his tummy with his head facing where Zoe just dumped the tote. Zoe grabs the 4th tote with the wet disposables and dumps them on him, covering him and keeping him pinned in the hopper while Zoe gets the 3rd tote with his clothes. Zoe dumps the clothes on the boy in the hopper. Zoe tosses in the bags of clean diapers then drops the pre-crusher.
“No escaping now little garbage!! You are about to get packed into my truck!!!!!!” Zoe says as she starts the packer. “Now, I have to go back inside and get his sister...can you wait a few seconds while I go do that?” Asked the mother. “Yeah.” Says Zoe to the mother. Once the packer pushes the boy into the truck, Zoe lifts the pre-crusher and tosses the spilled diapers into the hopper. Zoe begins emptying the 6 cans.
The mother comes back out carrying a baby girl who is 13, wearing a really thick disposable diaper that had just been changed. It had nothing but 6 layers of cloth pre-fold diapers in under it and half a bottle's worth of baby powder in it. The wipes were stuffed into the waist and were sticking out.
Zoe empties the 1st 2 cans spilling the little girls dirty diapers into the hopper. As the mom walks up, Zoe dumps cans 3 and 4, which contain the girls dollies and stuffed animals as well as some dirty diapers. "Here....take her....she is ready.
Says the mother. Zoe picks up the girl, carries her to the hopper. Zoe can feel her diaper getting warm as she is peeing in it, as she walks her to the truck. Zoe drops the girl into the hopper on top of her dirty diapers and dolls. The girl picks up one of her dolls and holds onto it as Zoe empties the remaining 2 cans. Once the final can is in, Zoe runs the packer, pushing the little girl into the truck. The mother waves then goes back inside.
Zoe gets in the truck and moves on.
The maid that carried me out to the trash, made me stand next to the 95 gallon tote that was VERY over stuffed with loose wet and chemically covered disposable diapers. There were nothing but loose diapers in each of the totes. Totes one, two, three, had nothing but cloth pre-fold diapers in them. Tote one had clean, freshly washed, unfolded cloth diapers in toddler sizes in it, Tote two had mixed freshly washed pre-fold cloth diapers and formerly wet cloth diapers in it, tote three had formerly wet but now dried cloth diapers and plastic pants in it. Totes four, five and six had loose, unwrapped, disposable diapers that had been used in the diaper labs and had tons of wet, gooey blue gels all over them. Tote seven, had a bunch of unopened packages of diapers that could not be sold due to their quality. They had been damaged slightly during manufacturing.
Tote eight, had another 6 year old, wearing some SUPER thick disposable diapers that had been used in the labs….he had gooey, slimy gels all over him. He was still sticky.
All of the diapers in his tote were also from the labs. The six standard 32 gallon aluminum cans were over stuffed and at least four cans worth of loose disposable diapers had fallen onto the ground all around the cans.
The next stop is the house after the house next door....they haven't paid and they still put out their diapers and a baby.
Zoe arrives at the Diaper factory.....
Zoe gets out of her truck and walks to the pile. Zoe dumps the tote with the clean toddler diapers, then Zoe dumps totes 2 and three then walks to the tote with the chemically covered diapers and the boy standing next to it. “Hello again!” Zoe says as she moves to the tote. “Hi there....miss...Nice to see you again, miss” I say to Zoe. “You sure get around! Didn't I just take you to the landfill?” Asks Zoe. “Yes...I was about to go into the compost pile of cloth pre-folds, then I was taken from the dump and brought to this diaper factory. I was used as a diaper test subject....their labs used me to test out their new products...then I was disposed of after that. Here I am...thickly diapered and waiting for disposal! No one EVER dresses me in clothing...they ALWAYS just dispose of me in just my thick diapers!” I say half complaining to Zoe.
“Yeah those are the rules” Zoe says, untying me from the tote. “Why did they tie you up?” Asks Zoe to me. “I don't know! I guess they didn't want me to wander off.” I say to Zoe. “Ah!” Zoe says “They told me that, I now belong to you until you take me to the diaper landfill. I said to Zoe. “Well you know the drill by now! Time to get in the truck!” Orders Zoe to me. “Ok” I say to Zoe, cooperatively. I waddle over to the side and have troubles getting in. I get half way over the side of the hopper and get stuck, with my legs dangling. “Need a hand?” Zoe says grabbing the boy’s legs and flipping the boy into the hopper. I do a half flip into the hopper. I land on my back. I get back up onto my hands and knees I peer over the side. I see Zoe rolling the next tote over. Then Zoe drags over two of the cans.
Zoe hooks up the tote and flips it in. I watch from in the hopper as the large tote dumps diapers in on top of me. While Zoe empties the cans, spilling diapers all over the hopper and covering me, Zoe drops the now empty cans then moves to the packer button. “Ok, crush time!” Zoe says as she moves over and pushes the pack button.
I fall down to my stomach and get an errection! I start to rub my plastic backing of my disposable diaper against the diapers that are on the smooth metal floor of the hopper.
Some of my diapers are beginning to bunch up....then press against my diapered butt.
My leg elastics begin to really bunch up as the diapers below me rise above the packer blade. I end up falling onto the packer blade as it pushes my diapers into the body.
As the blade retracts, I am still on it...with some of my cloth pre-folds and open unrolled disposable diapers. The blade has retracted fully and I, the baby boy, fall back into the hopper. The cloth diapers get stuck between the crack at the top of the packer blade and hang there. The disposable diapers are also wedged between the cloth diapers and the packer blade...they are also hanging down and open.
“Back for more?” Zoe asks, as she sees me, still in the hopper. Zoe dumps another tote’s worth of diapers on me. “Here I have a friend for you.” Says Zoe as she dumps the 6 year old in the hopper. “Gee! Thanks! just what I needed!” I tell Zoe. Zoe laughs a little as she dumps the remaining cans into the truck “Ok, lets try this again!” Zoe says, making sure the boy is clear of the blade. “This time you will stay in the truck!” Says Zoe.
Zoe runs the packer. I am laying on my back this time, on the smooth warm metal floor of the hopper. The diapers all around me begin to bunch up and slide across the floor. I am also sliding across the floor, my diaper gets bunched up as I am turned around by the blade so that my legs are facing the container. My knees are against my chest as I am crushed into the diapers in the container. My legs are forced up and apart......as I am enveloped by diapers. My diaper bunches up between my legs and they press very hard against me. I still have a hard on. Zoe watches me being crushed. “hopefully, all that pressure will relieve the pressure in your diapee.” Says Zoe. Then Zoe gets into the truck and moves on.
Zoe skips the house next door and pulls up to the house next door. The four totes have nothing but loose disposable diapers in them. There are three diaper bags full of clean pre-fold cloth diapers and plastic pants in them. Sitting next to the totes. There is a 15 year old baby boy wearing ten layered pre-fold cloth diapers with NO plastic pants on, with his white onesie draped on his left shoulder. The boy is tied to the handle of the 32 gallon trash can. There are six 32 gallon trash cans OVER filled with clean and formerly wet pre-fold cloth diapers, most of the clean cloth diapers have baby powder all over them, from the three bottles of baby powder in the can. There is also a couple of large gray Rubbermaid totes that have more folded pre-fold cloth diapers that have a little bit of dust on them. A post-it note states "Don't throw my totes away" Zoe gets out of the truck, begins emptying the totes, spilling dirty diapers all over the hopper. After she empties the 4 totes, Zoe walks over to the boy. She cuts him loose from the can, and is about to pick him up when she sees him wetting his diaper. With no plastic pants, the pee drips out of the diaper onto the ground. Once he is done, Zoe picks him up and carries him to the truck. Zoe drops him on top of the dirty disposables. Zoe grabs the bags of clean diapers and tosses them in with him. Next, Zoe empties the cans. With each can dump, a cloud of powder poofs out. Zoe empties the Rubbermaid totes then leave them next to the empty cans and totes
with all the trash loaded Zoe lowers the pre crusher pushing everything down into the hopper then runs the packer. The boy in the hopper rises to the top of the load....the front of his wet cloth diapers sliding against the pre-crusher....as he is pushed into the body
The packer blade snags his left leg hole on his cloth diapers, then it pulls him back into the hopper half way before his diaper rips partially up the left side.
Zoe sees the boy half in half out of the hopper and decides to run another cycle to push him back in, this time he goes in cleanly. Zoe moves on to the next stop.
The man from the skipped stop follows the truck to the next house kind of running, with the baby he had put into one of the totes...dressed in a SUPER thick disposable diaper that makes it so that the boy can't walk. Zoe pulls up at the next stop.
There are four totes over stuffed with loose disposable diapers, wet and worn but not wet or messy. The 6 32 gallon trash cans have diapered cabbage patch dolls in them that have clean disposable diapers on them, and a mix of clean unused and still folded disposable diapers as well as 250 onesies, folded pre-fold cloth diapers, that are now scattered all over the place randomly due to a wind storm the night before. The man with the baby boy who is 18, wearing the SUPER thick, bulky clean disposable diaper, comes up to Zoe as she gets out. “Man! How come you skipped my house?” Asks the man.
“You are behind on your bill.” States Zoe. “Ok....if I go back and get my checkbook, and pay you right now, will you still take my trash?” Asks the man
“I owe you $300 bucks and I can pay you $750 right now! The rest is for you. States the man. “Fine! As soon as I get this stop, I will come back. Promises Zoe to the man. “GREAT!” Says the man sort of out of breath. The man takes his baby back with him to his house and gets his checkbook.
Meanwhile...Zoe starts to do the stop at hand. Zoe grabs the first tote and tips it into the truck. Zoe empties the 3 other totes as well, then heads to the cans. Zoe picks up the first can and walks to the hopper noticing the cabbage patch dolls. Zoe begins to empty the can into the hopper, then grabs two more also with dolls in them. Zoe dumps the cans as well. As Zoë is dumping the trash, the mother of the house comes out with her baby girl wearing a freshly changed SUPER thick disposable Tranquility disposable diaper that makes walking impossible. The mother is dragging the baby girl across the grassy lawn to the truck by one hand. Zoe sees the dolls scattered in the hopper. Zoe also sees they are in decent condition, in clean diapers. Zoe picks out 3, one for each of her daughters. A redhead with green eyes, a brunette with blue eyes, and another redhead with green eyes. Zoe sets them on the edge of the truck then notices the mother bringing out her daughter.
“Hey miss, My daughter can't walk, that is why I am dragging her out here. I need to take off her onesie first.” Then the mother crouches down to take the girl's onesie off.
the mother grabs the girl's left and right feet and then drags her to the curb
Zoe puts the 3 dolls in the cab then grabs a 4th can while the mom preps the girl
The mother takes the onesie off the girl and then picks the girl up to her feet for an instant then helps her to the side of the hopper. The mother struggles to lift her daughter into the hopper. She has her bent over the edge of the hopper with her thickly diapered butt hanging over the side, legs dangling. The mother is still holding the grass-stained white onesie with "Property of Diaper City diaper factory" printed on the back, in black
Zoe gets back to the hopper with the 4th can. “Stuck little one?” Zoe helps get her the rest of the way into the hopper before dumping the can on top of her.
“Just in time! you can get crushed with your dollies.” Says Zoe. "YEY!” Says the little girl sarcastically. “At least you will have something a little less smelly around you than the stinky diapers that are under your dolls. Is this your first time being disposed of?” Asks Zoe. Zoe dumps the remaining 2 cans and picks up the scattered onesies.
“Yea.....I can't STAND this! I really don't want to be here!” States the girl in a frustrated and pouty tone. “I'd rather be inside playing with my sisters! Why aren't THEY being disposed of!” Asks the girl looking at her mother.
"Honey!......I warned you and warned you.....if you keep your pants dry....I was going to dispose of you!” Says the mother. Since you wasted lots and lots of diapers....I can't afford that.....and I had to change you every time too! So....now, time to shut up, and be disposed of!” Says the mother. “But mom! I am a big girl I don't need diapers anymore!” States Sara. “SURE you do! You are just being stubborn! You just can't admit that you do....Now, if any of your sisters do this...and try to rebel, holding back, then, I will dispose of them too! I have NO time for this type of behavior!” States the mother
“Ok you are right mommy. “I am sorry ... she squats down and floods her diaper. I promise to pee in my diapers. Please give me another chance?” Asks Sara.
“Miss, just compact her! I'm sick of her! Here, is a money order for $500 dollars too.
I only owe you.....$250, the rest is for you.” States the mother, sticking her hand out with the money order. “Thank you” Zoe says taking it. “Sure! You want to get rid of her?” Zoe says moving my hand to the packer button. “YEP! I am FED up! Fed up to HERE!” Explains the mother motioning her hand above her head.
“I've changed her diapers, and almost every other one is dry....she then has a soaked one right after I changed her!” Explains the mother to Zoe. Zoe then pushes the button, starting the packer. “NO MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE I AM SORRY MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!” The girl screams at the top of her lungs as she breaks down crying. “I WILL BE YOUR BABY!!! I WILL USE MY DIAPER!!!!! The blade begins to shove her and the diapers and dolls together. “DON'T LEAVE ME WITH THIS GARBAGE, MOMMY! YOU CANT'T DO THIS TO ME!!!!! I AM YOUR LITTLE GIRL!!!!!” The packer begins to push her into the hopper. “PLEASE GET ME OUT MOMMY MY DIAPER IS WET!!! I NEED A CLEAN ONE!!!!” The packer pushes the trash into her knocking her breath out and muzzling her screams. The packer pushes her into the truck and she is quiet except for the faint sounds of crying from right inside the truck. “Thanks miss....I've got my nannies waiting on me inside....have a great day....see you next week...maybe then, I'll have more subjects and diapers for ya” States the mother.
“Have a good week.” Zoe tells her as she gets back in her truck to return to the skipped stop. The man who had chased Zoe down is now standing there next to the four totes over stuffed with disposable diapers in the first two totes.
The diapers have fallen all over the ground since he had been skipped for two weeks.
There are at least two totes worth of diapers on the ground, laying all around the two totes in the front row. The second two have more over stuffed thick disposable diapers into them. The six 32 gallon trash cans have formerly wet cloth pre-fold diapers that had been wet when disposed of but had since dried, in the first two cans.
The next 32 gallon trash cans have disposable diapers that were wet, but had since fully dried and were stiff. The last set of two trash cans have the boy's onesies and dark blue soccer shorts in them, along with 300 pairs of frosted clear plastic and rubber pants.
The father is standing there holding the 10 year old boy's right hand. He has a really, really thick disposable Medium Attends with Waistband on with six layered pre-fold cloth diapers sticking out of the waistband elastics
waistband elastics about two inches. The father waits until Zoe pulls up to explain what else he has to dispose of.
Zoe gets out of the truck and heads to the father. “Hi there Miss, I have my 10 year old here, plus I have four laundry baskets full of his clean but dusty cloth diapers in the garage, plus two more totes full of his crib sheets, blankets and clothing too. If you can wait to take my boy until there are enough diapers in the truck, then I can go and get the two totes and the four laundry baskets too...watch him...he might try to bolt!” Explains the father.
“Sure” Says Zoe Then she moves over to the totes. Zoe dumps 2 totes into the hopper before picking up the boy and putting him in the truck.
The father brings the two totes first, then goes back to drag the first two laundry baskets to the curb. Once he drags the last of the two laundry baskets to the curb, he stands back a bit, watching what goes on in the hopper. The boy hears the crying from inside the truck and crawls to the opening. “Sara is that you” He asks.
Zoe grabs the 3rd tote and dumps it in the hopper. The boy's thick disposable diaper has ten booster pads in it five in front and five in back.....he sits up in the hopper, his diaper bulging in the crotch as he sits, The cloth diapers sticking out of the elastic bands.
“Hey! Will I get my diaper changed at the dump?” Asked the boy to Zoe.
Zoe dumps the final of the first 4 totes and Sara pokes back into the hopper and crawls to the boy. She still has tears running down her face. Zoe is about to answer him, when Sara answers him. “No they make us stay in our dirty diapers and they pack us in with all our used diapers too.” Sara tells me. “At the dump, they might get changed.” Zoe tells the boy. Zoe empties the 2 totes from the father into the truck.
“What happens if my diaper bursts? How will I be able to have a new one put on?”
Asks the boy. “You will just have to manage, as the girl said, there will be diapers all around you.” Explained Zoe to the Boy in the hopper. “Sara......you also have a thick disposable diaper on...what are you going to do if YOUR diaper bursts?”
Asks the boy to Sara. Zoe empties the laundry baskets and picks up the spilled diapers before going to the cans.
“I don't know!” Sara said crying again. This diaper is wet and I am all dirty. Mommy threw me away and left me in this stinky truck.” The boy leans up against the compactor blade without noticing what he has his back up against, diapers all over his lap.
"MAN! What did I do to end up here!” Wondered the boy. The boy's head sticks up two feet above the compactor blade as he sits there. Zoe dumps 2 cans of diapers in the hopper covering the boy and girl.
“Yeah, what did you do?” Asked the girl. “Mommy threw me away because I wouldn't go potty in my pants!” Zoe dumps 2 more cans in the truck.
“I....just came back from daycare and then was taken out of my car seat. Then mommy changed my diaper, then put me out for disposal! When the trash truck didn't take the trash for two weeks, I was brought back into the house and left in my crib, having my diaper changed every hour, wet or not. I was given bottles of milk until this morning,
when mommy changed my diaper and then told daddy to take me out to the curb!” Explained the boy to Sara.
“Awww! They didn’t even give you a reason? That’s pretty low!” Says Sara.
“I know! The daycare loaned me out to a diaper lab that is next door. They used me as their lab rat.....squirting all kinds of yucky stuff all over me and my diapers too. Then, I was taken back to the daycare, cleaned up somewhat and changed before Mommy came got me. Mommy didn't even know I had been loaned out I bet, either!” States the boy
“I still have some kind of yucky greasy stuff in my butt crack and in my crotch that won't come off either!” I say to the girl.
“Eew!! Yea! Tell me about it! I have been packed once already. I have some of the gel up in my butt and crotch says the girl. I need to poop I don't even want to think about how nasty that will feel especially, once I am packed again. I cant believe mom did this to me!” Stated the girl. “Well, what can we do about this....what happens if we try to get out of the hopper?” Asked the boy. “The mean lady just pushes us back in and there is a big metal thing that comes down and traps you.” Explained Sara. Sara made a face. “Can't hold it any more” she said and filled her diaper. Zoe dumps the final 2 cans.
“AWH! Ok...then....if you try to escape, that thing would knock you back down then......
Yeah.” Further Explains Sara to the boy. “EEEEEW! Go back into the truck please......
Says the boy. “I don't want any of that on me!!” Sara started to cry again.
The boy tried to shift but found from his waist down, was buried under diapers and trash,
as he sat against the compactor blade. “I'm sorry please don’t hate me…I don’t want to be alone in the truck. Sobbed Sara. “I don't....I just don't really know what is going to happen to me yet, and how I might come out of this.” I say.
Sara ran her fingers through her hair. “You are going to be covered in diaper goo and anything else that is thrown away. I am already soaked with pee and I was just crushed 5 minutes ago.” States Sara. “EEWWW! There is diaper gel all over the floor of this thing!
It's in my diaper now too...UUUUUHHH!” Exclaims the boy.
“Yeah and its going to get all over you! If you want to be crushed alone, fine!” Said Sara to me, the boy in the hopper. Sara tried to move away from me.
“Ok, then, come sit next to me.....we’ll do this together. just move those disposable diapers and cloth diapers over here.....don't worry about covering my lap.” I tell Sara while I am sitting in the hopper. She shoves the diapers onto my lap, clearing an area on the hopper's metal floor. Thank you sobbed Sara. She climbed over to the boy (ME) and sat next to him and gave him a hug as the pre-crusher came down and the packer started.
My diaper bunches up as he slides along the metal floor......the diaper bunches up in between the boy's legs, spreading his legs apart, as the diapers press harder and harder against his diaper and then some of the cloth diapers bunch up and rise, covering his face.....the cloth diapers hanging out of his disposable diaper snag on burs on the packer blade.....then a corner of his cloth diaper gets caught in a small crack in the packer blade
as it retracts, it tears and rips the cloth diaper badly in the back.....and even begins to pull it out from in his disposable diaper. the other layers of cloth diapers remain in the disposable diaper. The boy's clean still dry cloth diaper with tons of powder on and in it, gets stuck and crammed into the crack tighter and tighter as the blade retracts. Then Zoe goes to the next stop.
At this stop, there are four totes full of nothing but clean, unfolded pre-fold cloth diapers, cloth training pants, that were used to hold the pre-folds on, then were disposed of.....after being washed and dried.
The six 32 gallon rubbermaid trash cans have more pre-folds that had been rinsed in the toilet before being disposed of.....then dried, stiff. There are 400 pairs of frosted plastic pants, two sock monkeys with diapers on them.....in the cans.
The last two cans have formerly wet unrinsed cloth pre-fold cloth diapers. There are also two 32 gallon laundry baskets full of stained up, sticky, gel filled pre-folds in the baskets.
A baby girl is tied up to the handles of the first tote who is wearing noting but saggy, clean, powdery cloth diapers......she hasn't had anything to drink for 26 hours while being out there tied. Zoe has a universal key that opens the handcuffs that were issued to the family, by Zoe and Sadie's company, just in case.
The girl's six brand new, unopened packages of First Quality Disposable diapers are also sitting next to the second tote to the right of the first one. There are also three force-flex trash bags full of the girl's clothes...onesies and a few of her dolls also laying behind the 32 gallon trash cans.
Zoe gets out, lifts the pre-crusher. Zoe dumps the 4 totes and goes to unlock the girl, and then take her to the hopper. Noticing the training pants and dry diaper, “Were your parents potty training you?” Zoe asks the girl. “No...they were just too cheap to use pins or diapers with Velcro!!! I was disposed of by my grand parents. They don't like disposable diapers and don't know how to use them.” States the girl, standing next to the hopper. “Ah I see.” Zoe says as she puts her in the hopper.
“Did they put out any toys you want with you?” Asks Zoe. “My grand parents even stick me into the bowl of the toilet to rinse me and my diapers off while I am still wearing my diapers! Sometimes, they don't even change me...they just rinse me off and then let me run around until I'm dry.” Stated the girl to Zoe “Aww, doesn’t sound very fun.” States Zoe. “Sighs.......they weren't all there any ways. They were getting too old to care for me. That is why they disposed of me. They called the disposal agencies and the daycares...but with their fixed incomes, they can't afford it.” Explains the girl to Zoe.
Zoe dumps the 6 cans, spilling cloth diapers plastic pants and the monkey into the hopper. “Yeah it can be expensive.” States Zoe. Zoe picks up the bag with the girl’s dolls in it and put it next to her. “Here are your dollies if you want them.” Zoe states, putting the bag in the hopper. “Ok....thanks.” States the girl, laying down in the hopper. Zoe tosses in the 2 other bags with her clothes. “AWH...MAN! one of my cloth diapers is jammed in the bottom crack here...between the floor and this...square thing.....I can't get it out! I can't move without ripping or loosing my diapers! Oh well! I'll just sit here until you crush all of my diapers” States the girl......with the sagging part of her cloth diaper stuck and really jammed. “Here. Let me help you.” Zoe says, taking off her diaper. “Oh, thanks.” Says the girl, a little surprised.
Zoe takes one of the First Quality Diapers, puts them on her. “There! Now, you have a proper clean diaper on. How old are you sweetie?” Zoe asks the girl. “I’m 20” States the girl. “Thanks! That was REALLY nice of you....you didn't have to do that.” Says the girl to Zoe. “You’re welcome” Says Zoe to the girl. The girl sits up and then lays with her back against the compactor's blade. She sucks her thumb. “Move to the middle sweetie, it will be better for you when you are crushed.” Zoe suggests, repositioning her in the middle of the hopper. The girl is laying on her left side. “Ok.....thanks miss.” The girl says mumbling with her thumb in her mouth. “Time to crush you” Zoe says before running the packer.
The diapers bunch up around the girl, pushing her into the holding area. Zoe watches her get crushed and then gets back into the cab. Zoe drives to the nest to last house before she has to go to the big stop at the diaper factory and diaper testing labs...all in one. Then to the diaper store.
Zoe pulls up and there are six totes and four 32 gallon trash cans. Totes have loose disposable diapers in them....both wet, and some dry, worn but not used. The 32 gallon trash cans have clothing and clean cloth diapers, onesies that have fallen onto the ground. There are 20 onesies and 15 scattered clean pre-fold cloth diapers all around the cans. There is a mother, standing near the 32 gallon cans with her 19 year old wearing ten layered cloth diapers that she had just put on him and a really, really thick disposable Attends with Waistband diaper with 10 Dignity Naturals booster pads in it. The boy has been dosed with a VERY powerful sleeping drug. He is laying at her feet on his back. There is also a cheap stroller.....with another sleeping baby boy with the same diaper on as the other one has on. The stroller is parked next to the second trash can to the right of it. Zoe gets out, dumps two of the totes. While they are dumping, Zoë greets the mother.
“Hi miss. I am here just to watch my two 18 and 19 year olds getting disposed of.....” States the mother. “Sure thing.” Zoe tells her. “I am ready for the first one…” Zoe says.
“I'm going to need you miss, to take the boy's feet while I take the boy's arms....” States the mother. “Ok” Zoe says grabbing the feet. “Ready? One.....two.........three....UHHH!!!!!” Grunts the mother. On three, Zoe and the mother fling him into the truck. “Ok, on to number two!” Zoe says then wheels the stroller to the truck. “You take the front, and I'll take the back.....” Says the mother to Zoe. “On three.....one........two..........three! UHHHHH!!!!!!!” Grunts the mother.
On three, Zoe and the mother toss the boy into the hopper. He rolls out of the stroller, into the hopper. The stroller lands sideways in the corner.
Zoe dumps the remaining totes. “Why are you disposing of them?” Zoe asks her.
“Well, the 19 year old was used in nasty chemical testing in a lab at my work,
and the 18 year old......had been kidnapped and was taken to the dump....I don't want them now, since they came back all full of chemicals and dirt! The kidnappers had also used the 18 year old as some sex slave. He is no good to me. He needs reprogrammed!” Explained the Mother. “That’s too bad!” Zoe says as she dumps the cans. As a 2nd time disposal, plus the chemicals, they will probably stay at the dump for good.” States Zoe to the mother. “They gave him pills and injections that kept him hard...see...look! He still has one!” States the mother, showing Zoe the boy’s hard-on.
“Yea.....wow!!! Well, I need to pack them now, so if you want to say one last goodbye, now is the time!” States Zoe to the Mother.
He leaks cum all over the place, all of the time too!” States the mother.
“Well, plenty of diapers to soak that up in here!” Zoe laughs as she runs the packer.
“I can't keep the both of them clean either...the 19 year old got into some chemical that won't wash off and won't dissolve!” States the mother. The mother is quiet as she watches the packer do her boys. “Here....I got you a money order for $1,000. That should cover me for a little bit and the rest is for your troubles.” States the mother handing Zoe a Money Order. “Great! Thanks! Have a nice day.” Zoe says as she gets back into the truck.

  See Chapter three.....(Cumming soon )