Angela's Disposal Nursery and Daycare-A Back-Story about how the subjects in “Time for Disposal” got disposed of and why

Angela's Disposal Nursery and Daycare

A Back-Story about how the subjects in “Time for Disposal” got disposed of and why.

One sunny, warm day, Angela, the owner of “Angela's Disposal Nursery and Daycare” came to work and looked around and saw that they were just about to get a whole lot more subjects and they needed the room to put them. “MAN! Some of these subjects have to GO! What is today? (Angela asks herself, looking at her calendar on her PDA.) Trash day!!! I need to get all of the dirty diapers out for the trash ladies, Zoe and Sadie!!! Angela then walks out of her office and then into the main disposal nursery where she goes to the nearest crib and starts to look at the dates of when each of the subjects came in. She then Marks that subject’s paperwork with a note that says:
“ Dispose of this subject in today’s trash!”
Then she goes to the next crib, checks the date, then goes to the next one, checks the date and then she sees that this subject has been here awhile and needs to be disposed of.
She writes: “Please dispose of this subject in today’s trash! Take out this subject’s diapers and clothing as well as the crib sheets too, they are dirty and ripped!” Then she goes to the next one and makes a note. It reads: “Take me out to the trash can today! make sure to throw out all of my remaining diapers and my cloth diapers too.” Then she goes to the next crib and writes a note that reads: Change my cloth diapers, and put me into a disposable diaper! Then toss me into the trash can that is going out in today’s trash! Make sure the maids and Janitors come to put me into the trash today and take me out for disposal! Today is trash day!”
Then she checks the rest of the clipboards and then leaves the room. Then she goes to the second nursery and checks the dates of arrival. Angela marks off at least five more that need to go out by next week even if they have to toss the subjects out in her own home trash cans….because they won’t fit or toss them into her other daycare’s trash if they have to. This is the back story of how Angela got to this day……

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 babies 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 babies…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 babies 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, is 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.

28 year old Angela was the youngest in her Hispanic family to own her own business.
She started her disposal daycare after the state approved the disposal of people of all ages due to disability or illness. The state pays her to care for the subjects in a hospice capacity for their last week before they are to be disposed of. Angela’s first subject came from one of the local diaper services. The service used models to show off their diapers for those seeking diaper service. These “models” were kept at the diaper service in nurseries where they get diaper changes every two to three hours, soaked or not. The subject she got from the diaper service, was given to her with explicit instructions as to how to deal with them.
Angela followed these instructions for about three days before she stopped and then began to prepare the subject’s clothing and belongings for disposal, going through each and every item to see if she could keep any of it to use on others when she got them.
Angela kept only the diapers that were in good condition with the first ten subjects until she had all of the cloth diapers she would ever need. When she tossed 12 diapers out, she would keep 12 more good diapers or go out and request 24 diapers from the diaper service.
It wasn’t until late June one summer that the first of my own clones came to Angela’s Disposal Nursery and Daycare. Angela took him in along with over 200 packages of his disposable diapers and booster pads as well as 30 dozen cloth pre-fold diapers and 50 pairs of various printed plastic pants. Angela was too overwhelmed with all of the boy’s supply of diapers. There was just…nowhere to put them!
There was also no other subjects that she could use them on either right then so she decided to just and dispose of the packages, most of them except for what she was planning on using on my twin for the next week or two if need-be.
Angela called down to the janitors and told them to go ahead and take all of the packages of disposable diapers, booster pads, cloth diapers and plastic pants. There were over 180 packages of his disposable diapers and booster pads as well as 20 dozen cloth pre-fold diapers and 40 pairs of various printed plastic pants that needed to be disposed of. Angela instructed the janitors to hold the diapers and plastic pants until she was able to dispose of the subject that the diapers came with, (one of my clones). Angela came down to the nursery and then came over to my clone’s crib (Adult sized with a locking top) Opened the locking top, pulled the side down and then lifted him out of the crib. Angela then carried him out and over to one of four changing tables and laid him down upon it.

Angela: Hi there my little one…I am going to send you down to our lab so that they can test a few disposal sanitizers on you and your diapers. Then once you come back, I am going to dispose of you and all of your diapers. The janitors will come in and take the trash out to the trash cans outside. Trash day isn’t until tomorrow. I have to have the Janitors either hand you over to the trash men or they have to watch and make sure that you are disposed of. They can either walk you out or they can bag you up and take you out that way, but they HAVE to be sure that you are taken by the trash men. I have to prove that you were disposed of. Now, The lab wants you diapered with toddler sized cloth diapers on underneath your thick disposable diapers, so I am going to put you into at least six toddler cloth diapers in front and six in back then I will put your disposable diaper on over them and then I will call down and let them know that you are ready for them. They will send someone to come take you down there.
With that, Angela began to unfasten the tapes on his diaper and then she pulled it down and laid it open flat on the changer. His thick diaper crinkled loudly as she worked with it. Then Angela leaned over to the stack of old ragged and ripped toddler sized cloth diapers and grabbed six of them from the stack. She dropped them onto his chest and then she took the first three and then placed them underneath him in the back half of his disposable diaper. Then she folded each of the front halves inwards individually.

Once the diapers were folded into the back half of my disposable, Angela took one cloth diaper at a time and began to insider them into the front half of my twin’s disposable diaper, folding the wings inwards so that they slightly overlap. Then she overlapped the diapers in the center of his disposable diaper. Then she made sure that his penis was pointing downwards into the diapers before she pulled the diaper up and refastened the tapes.

Angela: There! All…..ready. That ought to feel nice and comfy. This will be the last diaper change you get from me, before you get disposed of. The labs might change your diapers a few times but once they bring you back here, I won’t change you, I will just throw you right into the large diaper pail over there and then toss all of your nice, wet disposables and wet cloth diapers out too! Then, then, I will call the janitors to come and take you and a few other subjects away too.

With that, Angela picked him up and then carried him back over to his crib and then laid him down onto his back. Then she pulled the side up, latched it, then lowered and locked the top before walking away to her office down the hall near the front door, to call the labs to come and pick up the three subjects that they requested.
A few minutes later, six lab techs came to the nursery and then went to the cribs of the subjects that Angela directed them to. Two of the lab techs came over to the crib The clone was in and unlocked the locking top, then lowered the side and then one leaned down and picked him up and then carried him over to one of their three large rolling trash bins that already had a whole bunch of cloth and disposable diapers in it and put him into it.
He looked at them as though he were asking them with his eyes; “ What are you doing to me!!!”
Then as he was lowered down into the rolling trash bin full of diapers, he asked them:
Diapered subject 1: (me) HEY!!! Why are you putting me in here???
Lab tech 2: (to me) I am taking you to our lab to use you in a few of our experiments.
While you are with us, you and your diapers will get really, really dirty and then we will spray you with sanitizers and enzymes that will help break down the paper that is inside of your diapers. We also want to know if these enzymes will also start to break your cloth diapers and clothing down too. If we can get the formulation right, we will start spraying all of the diapers and you subjects with this when you are disposed of.
Then the second Lab tech came over to the rolling trash bin he was in, with an armload of clean and wet cloth diapers as the first one walk away to get an arm load of wet disposable diapers. A few minutes later, as the second lab tech held onto the side of the trash bin he was in, the first one dropped in a whole bunch of loose, unrolled semi wet disposable diapers from my diaper pail. He then pushed down on the load then put the lid on and locked the lid shut.
He couldn’t hear much now but when the bin began to roll, he heard the casters underneath rolling until they stopped for a bit. Then the lid opened up again and a few more loose, clean, still folded disposable diapers were dropped in and then the lid was put back on.
Then the bin rolled for a longer time before it stopped for a bit then it rolled for a short few seconds then it stopped again. Then the clone felt like he was falling….the diapers inside the bin shifting and shimmying as the lab techs stood there in the freight elevator waiting for their floor. Then, as the elevator stopped in the third level of the basement, the bin was rolled out of the freight elevator and then down a short cinderblock hallway and then into a door and into the labs. The can was rolled over to the side of an exam table where it was left for a few minutes before the lead chemist and four of her assistants came over to get all of the diapers and the clone out of the bin. The lid was taken off and then the diapers were taken out and put into a large janitorial trash cart/tilt truck while the clone was being laid onto his back, onto the exam table and then his legs, feet and arms were being put into leather restraints by two of the chemist’s very buff assistants.
Then the chemist came over to the side of the exam table wearing a long, white lab coat, carrying a clipboard.
Chemist: Alrighty boy, now that you are here and have been strapped down, we can begin. (The chemist then turns to the assistant to his right who then steps closer to me and then takes a little sprayer hose on the side of the fire extinguisher-looking tank, and starts to pump it up a bunch then he hits the release valve and starts spraying me all over my body, from head to toe with this thick, blue, syrupy stuff that smells kind of like a slightly wet LUVS or Pampers diaper. Then the man asks for the other assistant’s help to hold the boy’s diaper open at the waist so that he can spray the inside of the boy’s diapers down well. The assistant comes over and inserts her gloved hands into my waistband, holding it open for the man who is now leaning over so that he can see where he is spraying. He then sprays the inside of my diaper very, very well with the cold, slimy, blue stuff before he leans back up and then steps back. The chemist then nods to one of the subject care techs who walks over to my feet, steps between my legs and then starts to unfasten the tapes of my disposable diaper. Once they are off, the care tech pulls my disposable diaper down revealing all of the toddler cloth diapers inside of my disposable.
Chemist: (To the care tech) lay the cloth diapers down into his disposable then step back.

Then the care tech lays the clean cloth diapers into my disposable then steps back.
Then the chemist nods to the assistant with the sprayer to go ahead and hose my cloth diapers down and the inside of my diaper down well.
The assistant hoses my cloth diapers down and then the inside of my disposable diaper down well as instructed and then steps back.
Then the care tech steps forward again and with her gloved hands, pulls my disposable diaper back up, allowing the cloth diapers to just flop back against me. Once the tapes are refastened, and my diaper is on nice and snuggly, the chemist nods for the female assistant to pick up her sprayer tank and coat me from head to toe.
The assistant steps close to me and then sprays me with another gloppy, jelly-like substance that is green and cold not to mention smells like hot plastic.
Chemist: (Stepping forward towards me and leaning down to check all of the liquids that were sprayed onto me.) mmmm hmmmmm yep, the blue stuff will stain the skin. The green stuff also stains the skin and the two combined turn into a purplish color and already the chemicals are turning into a nice, thick lathery foam! NICE!!! Once the foaming action is done in a few minutes, I want him taken over there to the dipping sink and I want him dunked into the clear gel that is in there. Make sure that his diapers get a good soaking in that stuff before recording the results. Then, bring him back over here, change his diapers then diaper him in just cloth diapers. I then want him taken over to that 50 gallon drum full of the pinkish liquid then bring him over here and then strap him down again. Then, coat his diapers with the green and blue stuff then record the results.
After that, go ahead and put one of those clean disposable diapers over his cloth diapers and then take him back up to his nursery and leave him.

Then, some commotion made everyone turn to see what was going on.
Four lab assistants were bringing in another thickly diapered subject to experiment on.
The four lab assistants come in and put the other thickly diapered boy onto one of the other exam tables next to the one I am on. They then strap him down as he continues to resist.

Then the lab assistants that are tending to me turn their attention back onto me.
I am then immediately unstrapped, picked up and carried over to a large, deep, stainless steel sink full of some clear gloppy gel and lowered down into it feet first.

Lab assistant 1: Get his clipboard ready and toss all of those other cloth and disposable diapers into this sink then dunk them in and out a few times then leave them in there so that you can record the results. Did this one come with any of his clothing???

Lab assistant 2: Yes, I think so. Let me go and get the clothes for ya.

Lab assistant 1: Bring them there to the 50 gallon drum and then drop them next to the drum for me.

The lab assistant 2 goes over to the trash can that I came in and retrieves my six onesies, four white t-shirts, two dozen clean cloth pre-fold diapers that fit me, (NOT the toddler sized ones), two pair of navy blue shorts with pockets and six pair of cloth training pants that also fit me.
The lab assistant brings the pile of cloth items over to the side of the 50 gallon drum and drops them down onto the floor next to it. As the lab assistant 2 was doing that, the first one was busy dunking me and having fun doing it.

Lab assistant 1: Ok, down we go…weeeeee! And up we go…now…down again we go…and upsie-daisy….and back down we go! There! That ought to really make your diapers feel more uncomfortable!!! Now, I get to change you into nice, clean, fresh cloth diapers….how do you like that???? You are such a good…boy!!!

The lab assistant lays me down onto my back on the exam table that has a ton of slimy, blue and green stuff still on it. Then she backs away so that the subject care tech can change my diaper.
It took the subject care tech a little bit to take all of my diapers off since they were rather slimy and gooey. Once she got them off of me, she tossed them into one of the diaper disposal carts near the door that had a lid on it. Then she came back over carrying two nice, thick cloth diapers that were going onto me.

Subject Care Tech: Well, well, aren’t YOU lucky??? You get to wear both of these nice, thick and bulky cloth diapers. They won’t be nice and fresh for too much longer though. Once I am done diapering you, you will be taken over and dunked into that 50 gallon drum full of that stinky pinkish liquid!!! It’s cold, slimy and it stinks! You are going to get dunked from your head to your toes boy! Then, when you come back to this table, I will put a nice, clean and fresh disposable diaper on over these cloth diapers, then it will be time to go back to your nursery. Ok???

Then once the subject care tech was done fastening the last snappie on the right side of my cloth pre-fold diapers, she backed away and let the lab assistant pick me up with my feet dangling in the air and carry me over to the 50 gallon drum full of some hot pink colored liquid that really DID smell bad and was indeed cold and slimy. The lab assistant was wearing a green, rubber apron, matching thick rubber gloves and a face mask that covered her entire face, like a welding mask with a see-through plastic shield that was able to go up and down. I was raised up and just over the top of the 50 gallon drum and then slowly lowered down into the liquid starting with my feet. The liquids slowly crept up my blue and green stained legs until it started to soak into my two very thick and bulky cloth diapers. Then, the liquids enveloped my entire diaper but kept rising up and over my diaper, past my tummy and then past my chest.
Then my entire head was immersed as I was then left in there for a few minutes with my head above the cold, slimy, thick, syrupy, hot-pink stinky liquids. I thrashed and splashed around a little bit trying to get out of this nastiness but each attempt was thwarted by the female assistant. Then the male assistant came over and started to dunk all of the clothing items that were dropped onto the floor next to the drum. Then as each item was dunked, it was then left in the liquid as the next clothing item was dunked in and out then dropped in.
Diapered subject 1: HEY!!! Those are my clothes!!!! STOP IT!!! DON’T!!!
HEY! Those are my onesies!!! Those are MINE!!!

Lab Assistant 2: Yea??? Don’t do…this?? (Dunks the once clean and white onesies into the hot-pink liquid then leaves them there to float and soak.) Of COURSE they are yours! Why do you think we are dunking them and soaking you and them in this nasty stuff!!!
We are supposed to get you really, really dirty with this stuff! Once this stuff dries, it will go to work on those nice, comfy diapers of yours, breaking them down slowly as they get wetter and wetter. This stuff you are in now, is a sanitizer. YES! It DOES….stain your skin and anything it touches!

Then without notice, I was suddenly pulled out of the drum and then carried back over to the exam table and laid back onto it, on my back. Then, I was strapped down again with the restraints and then I was left there to dry out. About 45 minutes later, once my now pink cloth diapers were completely dry, the subject care tech came over carrying a folded disposable diaper, some baby powder.

Subject Care Tech: Well! You look terrible! You are very dirty, stained up and smell like….metal and hot plastic! Let me get this nice, thick, bulky disposable diaper on you, get you nice and powdered up and then it will be time to go back to your nursery…ok boy?

Then the subject care tech opens the disposable diaper then slides it underneath my already thick and bulky doubled cloth diapers and then she shakes a whole lot of baby powder into my disposable diaper then she pulls the front up, smoothes the wings before fastening the tapes on each side.

Subject Care Tech: Well! Now you should be a little more comfy. Wait here for a bit while we call upstairs and let them know that you are ready to come back.

The Subject care tech then goes over to a large desk across the room that has a phone on it and then she picks up the receiver, dials a two digit extension then waits as it rings.

Subject Care Tech: Hi, it’s Lola down here in the labs, one of your subjects is ready to come back. Should we bring him back?

(Voice on the other end): How bad is he?

Subject Care Tech: Well, he is really, really stained up, and he smells like hot plastic and metal. He is full of green, blue and pinkish stains from head to toe and his hair is all matted!

(Voice on the other end): No, don’t bother bringing him back up here. I am just going to dispose of him in the nursery trash anyhow so why don’t you go ahead and dispose of him down there in the lab’s trash. You can keep him and do whatever you wish to him until you dispose of him for all I care.

Subject Care Tech: Thank you ma’am. I think we will do just that. Does he have anything else up there that belongs to him?

(Voice on the other end): Um, yes. He has the rest of his clean cloth diapers, There are over 180 of his disposable diapers and 200 booster pads as well as 10 dozen cloth pre-fold diapers and 20 pairs of various printed plastic pants that needed to be disposed of as well as the remaining onesies and his crib sheets too.

Subject Care Tech: I will have someone go up there and get them and then we will dispose of him down here in our trash. Thanks, bye-bye. (The care tech hangs the receiver up and then comes over to me) Well, my little lab rat, you won’t be going upstairs and back to your nursery after all. I have been instructed to dispose of you here in our trash. See that nice, big, deep, grey trash cart with the heavy lid on it? It’s full of cloth diapers, disposable diapers, clothing and a few other subjects that we used in other experiments. Once I take you over and put you into it, you won’t be getting any more diaper changes and…the janitors will be here at 5:30 to come take the trash out to be disposed of.
Now, all of your onesies that we just soaked in that nasty stuff are also now in that trash cart over there, just waiting for you. You said that they were yours….right? Well! You get to have them back…once you are in there too!

Then the subject care tech lifts me off of the changing table, then opens a large trash bag then helps me into it. Then a whole bunch of the loose wet disposable and old ragged cloth diapers were dumped into the bag on top of me in the bag. By now, the bag is getting rather heavy so after a couple more of my own diaper pails worth of diapers, were tossed into the trash bag I was in, the subject care tech grabs the top of the bag and starts to drag it over to the large, deep, grey trash cart, raises the lid and then lays the bag with me in it, down into it, on top of a whole bunch of cloth diapers, disposable diapers, old stained up, and messy (full of experimental chemicals and gels) onesies, old undershirts and lots and lots of thick, unrolled, wet disposable diapers.

Subject Care Tech: Now…I will be back with your diapers and clothing and anything else that you have upstairs that will be put into this bag and then the bag will get tied up for good! Bye-bye little lab rat.

With that, the subject care tech lowered and locked the heavy lid and then walked over to her desk and called one of the assistants to go and gather up and bring all of my diapers, clothing and anything else that was mine from my nursery. After about 20 minutes, The two assistants came down carrying everything of mine from the nursery, including my crib sheets.
Assistant 1: We brought the kid’s packages of disposable diapers his clothing, 30 onesies and 20 pair of his footed sleepers, 20 pair of plastic pants with these adorable little prints on them, and ten dozen of his own cloth pre-fold diapers.
Where would you like me to put everything?
Subject Care Tech: Where did I put the kid? I put him into the trash! So, put all of his things, into that big, dark trash bag that is in that grey trash cart over there that is already full of the subject, his diapers, and clothing then tie the bag up for me. Thank you.

Then the two assistants took all of my things, the 20 pair of plastic pants, the 10 dozen cloth pre-fold diapers that were still clean and usable, 180 of my disposable diapers, 200 of my booster pads, still in their unopened packages, 30 onesies, 20 pair of his footed sleepers and my crib sheets too, and put them into the large, dark trash bag I was in and then they dragged the heavy, super strong, dark trash bag over to the grey disposal tilt trash cart, then opened the heavy lid, lifted the bag up and put it inside the cart, then started scattering stuff all around inside to make more room so that the lid could close.
I looked up as the woman raised the lid and then started to put my packages of disposable diapers into the trash bag that was now in the cart, and asked her:
Diapered subject 1:Why am I in here? Can’t I be sent down to the washing machines along with all of the loads of cloth diapers that were used on me?
Assistant 1: NO! Sorry kiddo. We were ordered to dispose of you. Once that happens and you get put into the trash, we aren’t likely to take you out. You are being disposed of along with all of your diapers. You will soon go out to meet the trash men and they will do all of these nice, dirty clothes and diapers with ya!
Then the first assistant stepped out of the way to let the second assistant put the rest of my cloth diapers, onesies, footed sleepers and plastic pants as well as my crib sheets into the bag that was in the cart before he tied the top of the bag then lowered and then locked the lid. It got pitch black again and the smells of the fresh diapers along with the wet and chemically stained diapers and clothing loomed in the little bit of air space that was left. Throughout the remainder of the day,
There were several more loads of wet diapers that got tossed into the cart covering the bag I was in completely. Then it seemed more quiet than usual, except for the crinkle of the plastic bag, after a while. It seemed as though the lab had closed for the night and everyone had left.
(It must be close to 5:30 now!) I thought to myself. Just then I thought I heard the door open and the thunder of rolling caster wheels on the wooden floor. Suddenly, the cart began to shake and move. Suddenly the diapers inside the cart that were above me started to press in against me rather hard! Then, I felt the weight of MORE loose, wet disposable diapers being dumped and poured into the cart! Then the cart rolled on and on for a few more minutes before it slowed to a stop. At least two more large 32 gallon trash cans full of wet diapers, clothing and what ever else were dumped in and then someone packed the diapers and clothing down HARDER and HARDER in the cart before the cart rolled some more. Now the cart must have been full so the cart was being taken around the back of the building to where the daycare’s dumpster was and then the cart stopped. I wondered if I was outside by this time and after about 10 minutes or so, one of the Janitors picked the top part of the very heavy bag up while the second one supported the bottom of the bag as the bag was heaved into the dumpster on top of dozens of other bags full of diapers and daycare trash. Then the rest of the trash was had tossed into the dumpster and then the dumpster lids were closed and locked as it got dark in the dumpster. The weight of the heavy diapers and other trash pressed and settled all over me, it wasn’t long before I heard a loud engine coming closer and closer. The big, white GMC rear loader trash truck was just getting into position, backing up to the large dumpster as Angela came out with one of my twins. He was wearing a large blue disposable diaper with eight layered toddler sized cloth diapers underneath the disposable for extra absorbency because he was a heavy wetter. The 5’7 man could barely walk because his diapers were so thick. His butt looked puffy and his disposable diapers crinkled loudly as he waddled out like a monkey to the trash truck as Zoe and Sadie got out of the cab to start hooking the dumpster up, preparing to empty it.

Zoe: Good evening Angela, I see you have one for me there.

Angela: Yep, I have one for ya. Sorry about his diapers being so thick he can barely walk but he is a heavy wetter so I had to diaper him like this earlier so that he didn’t leak all over the place before he came out here.

Zoe: Oh, that’s ok, he won’t need to worry about his diaper leaking where he is going…let me empty half of this dumpster first and run a cycle or two before I ask you to bring him over.

Angela: Sure. We can wait for a few minutes.

Angela: (to my twin) So….are you ready for disposal? These nice ladies here are going to put you into their truck and take you to the landfill.

My twin: But, but you said that they would be doing my dirty diapers for me? I thought you meant that they were going to wash and return me?????

Angela: I’m sorry you misunderstood but this is how we do your dirty and unwanted diapers. I hope you are comfy in your diapers because it is almost time for you to go to Zoe.

With that, Zoe motions for Angela to bring my twin over to her so that she can load him into the hopper of her rear loader.

Zoe: ( to my twin) Hi there little one….you sure look comfy in your thick diapers. Are you ready for your ride to the landfill?

My Twin: NO! I thought you were going to clean me up and return me from the way that Angela told me what was going to happen.

Zoe: I’m sorry, but that is not the way we do things. We are trash ladies not…diaper laundry women! I am going to load you into the hopper of my truck and then the trash from this dumpster is going to be emptied into the hopper and then I am going to crush it and you. OK…ready…here we go…UP…you go…there….(picking my twin up from under his arms and dropping him into the hopper onto his thickly diapered butt, facing the packer) Now here comes the trash little one……..

The trash bags start to tumble out of the dumpster and the bag that I was in began to shift and fall down into the hopper on top of the other trash bags and also covering my twin. My twin began to cry loudly as the rest of the trash bags fell into the hopper. Then Sadie moved one of the packer switch handles that began the first half of the packer cycle. Then she hit the next cycle switch handle and that completed the second half of the compactor cycle, scooping the trash up and forcing it all upwards into the packer container full of other filthy and dirty trash already inside. Then, once there were no more bags in the hopper, Zoe and Sadie put the dumpster back into place and then got back into the cab and drove off to the next stop.

More to cum soon.....