The Diaper Service

The Diaper Service

                                          

It was 6:30 am in the morning when Mother came into my room to change my diaper that morning. Mom threw back the covers and then sat down near me and then before she even began to wake me, she started to pull my plastic pants down, revealing my soaking wet cloth pre-fold diaper. Not surprised, mother unfastened the two snappies holding my diaper on and then pulled it down and then out from under me. She then got up and then tossed my wet diaper into the diaper pail before opening a drawer in my diaper changer dresser, taking out a thick, clean adult medium cloth pre-fold that was from her local diaper service. It was just a larger version of a toddler cloth diaper. Once she had the diaper in her hand, she then grabbed the bottle of powder and then came back over to me to put it on. She sat down, slid the diaper under me, folded the diaper using the angel-wing fold,  and then she took the bottle of baby powder and shook a bunch into the diaper and then onto me as well before she pulled the front of the diaper up and began to fasten it with the two snappies that had been on the other diaper. Then she began to pull the plastic pants back up that had been at my feet. “There you go sweetie. That ought to feel a little better now. Today…is going to be a BIG day for you! Today, the diaper men come to get your wet diapers and take them to get washed and cleaned and then they will bring them back. I was offered by them to have you taken with your wet diapers so that you can be washed and  placed into another home. They will be here at 9:00 am, so I wanted to get you up and ready to go. Now I am packing up all of your clothing and plastic pants to go with you. They told me that they would take all of your clothing but to dispose of anything else that I didn’t want or need.

You are lucky that I am not just disposing of you…because I had thought of doing that. Explained mother to me as she got me out of bed and into my big stroller.

Once I was strapped in, she pushed me out to the kitchen where she positioned me so that she could feed me my last breakfast and give me a sports bottle full of the special “formula” in it. 

Once I had been fed and I had been given my “special” formula, mother put me in the living room along with my three full diaper pails, four large duffle bags full of my clothes and then returned to the kitchen to finish her coffee and smoke her morning cigarette.

It was now 8:45 and a loud knock on the front door signaled that the diaper service men were here to pick the diapers and I up. Mother got up and walked calmly over to the front door and opened it.

“Hi ma’am, we are here to pick up your wet diapers and your son?” stated one of the two diaper service men standing on the front stoop. “Yes, come on in. My son is there in the living room, in the stroller sitting next to the diaper pails.” Stated mother as the two uniformed diaper service  men came in and walked right over to me in the stroller, the six diaper pails and all of the duffle bags. One of the men pushed the stroller I was in, out of the front door and outside to the curb where the large Chevy step-van with the diaper service logos all over it, was parked. The man pushed the stroller I was in to the back of the truck and then opened the back doors. He then picked the front wheels up and got them up before he picked the back ones up and then rolled the stroller into the truck. He then stepped up and into the back where he came around to the front of the stroller. “Hi, I am Mike….I am your Diaper Service Delivery man.” Said Mike as he began to unstraps me from the stroller and began to pick me up and out of the seat getting ready to put me down inside one of the carts that had all of the wet and dirty cloth diapers in it. “This is where you will ride to our diaper service. You diaper might be clean, but it won’t be once I put you down in there…but don’t worry, you will get either flushed down one of our special toilets or washed, rinsed and dried along with all of these nice, cloth diapers.” Stated Mike as he laid me down on top of the wet cloth diapers in the cart. Then he lowered the locking lid and then locked it before folding my stroller up and tossing it to the side to make room for my six diaper pails and all of my duffle bags. The other man came to the back of the truck with one of the diaper pails while the other man went back to get the second and third ones. Then the fourth, fifth and sixth diaper pails were brought to the truck and put inside as well as one of the duffle bags. The other man went back for the last of the duffle bags before he brought them to the truck and tossed them into the truck. Then the back doors were then closed and locked and then I didn’t hear anything for quite some time. Then the two men got into the front and then the man driving, started the truck and began to drive. The truck drove down the city streets for a little while until it turned and then stopped. The two men got out and they were gone for a little while before the back doors opened again. Four more large and over-stuffed diaper pails were put into the back and then a very thickly diapered girl in pigtails wearing a pink shirt was put down into one of the diaper carts at my feet. The girl was then locked into the cart before the two men got out and then the doors closed back up. The two men went back inside for a bit and then they came back out, got back into the cab and started the truck again.

This time, the truck drove for quite some time, until it stopped for a few seconds, and then it drove again. The truck then backed up and then a little bump was felt as the truck stopped against the rubber stopper at the loading dock. The back doors opened up and four men and women began to take everything out of the Chevy Step-Van, into the warehouse area where the wet diapers were kept for a short while until they could be taken to get soaked first, then washed and rinsed and then dried.  The cart I was in, began to roll. It rolled and bumped for a little while until it stopped. About an hour later, the cart started to roll again. It rolled and bumped for about 15 minutes until it rolled to a stop. Then the lid came up and dropped down. A couple of very butch looking and very stocky women started to pull the diapers out around me first, putting the diapers into something that had water in it. Then, one of the women reached into the cart and pulled me out inserting their hands underneath my armpits. I was lifted out and held up for a few seconds.

“Well! Looks like we have another victim!” stated one of the woman. “Just put him in!”

Said the other woman. Then the woman holding me up, carried me over to a large washing machine where she put me inside, feet and legs first. She leaned in so that she could prop me up against the wall of the washing machine tumbler. Then she leaned out and then she continued to load the rest of the diapers into the tumbler along with the other woman. Diapers kept flying into the tumbler handfuls at a time. Then one of the supervisors came over. “You two were supposed to soak these first! How come you didn’t do that???” Asked the supervisor to the two women who had sheepish looks on their faces. “sorry sir…If you want, we can take everything back out and take it all to get soaked….” Offered one of the women. “No, it’s ok…THIS time, just don’t forget again today..alright?” Said the supervisor before he walked away.

Then one of the women left for a minute then returned with a large bottle of liquid detergent.

The woman then poured a whole bunch of the detergent into the washer before the other one added some kind of gel packs before closing and latching the washer door. Then someone started the washing machine and warm water began to fill the tumbler of the side loading washing machine. Water continued to soak all of the diapers and I before the first cycle started. The tumbler began to turn around and around and the diapers and I began to bounce around with the suds and the water. About 20 minutes later, the cycle stopped and then rinse water began to fill and replace the soapy water inside the tumbler. Then the tumbler began to turn faster and faster…..as the rinse water spewed into the machine, rinsing the diapers and I out. Then the water stopped coming in and the tumbler kept spinning as the spin cycle started. After a 15 to 20 minute spin cycle, the tumbler started to slow down and eventually it stopped. A loud buzzer sounded alerting others that the wash was done. About 15 minutes later, the two women came back and opened the washer door and began to take the diapers and I out of the washer. They put the diapers and I into another cart and then once all of the diapers were in the cart, I was pulled out head first and then put down inside the cart. Then one of the ladies pushed the cart over to another area where all sorts of driers were in operation. It was another 5 minutes before another woman came over to the cart, pushed it over to the front of a side loading industrial drier. She began to load the diapers into the drier first before she loaded me inside. Then she closed the door and then set the heat levels before she started the drier. The tumbler of the drier started up and began to toss the diapers and I around and around slowly for 45 minutes before the cycle ended and a buzzer sounded. 18 minutes later, the supervisor and the woman came over to take the diapers and I out of the drier. As the woman kept taking large handfuls of the diapers out, she kept dropping them into another cart that already had two other loads of cloth diapers in it that had been washed and dried and were in need of folding. The supervisor told the woman to take this load over to the inspection area first so that they could weed out any of the diapers that needed to get thrown away before the diapers got folded. The woman then finished taking the last of the diapers out of the drier and then reached in to get me and my diaper out. The woman simply dropped me into the cart haplessly as though I were one of the diapers. Then once the load and I were out, the supervisor pushed the cart over to the inspection area and then left it behind five other carts ahead of the one I was in. I was still there when another cart loaded with lots and lots of other cloth diapers and the girl in pigtails was also left there in the cart just behind me. It wasn’t long before the cart I was in, was being rolled over to get sorted through, dug through and fully inspected. Four people working at the inspection counter, began to take handfuls of the diapers from my cart and then inspect each and every one. Quite a few of the diapers were being disposed of for different reasons and once the diapers either passed or failed inspection, the ones that passed were tossed into another cart while the ones that failed, ended up tossed into one of six trash cans. Then, before I knew what was happening, one of the men working at the inspection counter came over to the cart I was in and pulled me up and out of the cart, carried me over to his workstation and then laid me down onto my back so that he could start my inspection. The man unfastened my diaper and pulled it out from underneath me, then held it up, looked at it everywhere on one side before flipping it over to the other side and looking at it closely. Then the man took a black Sharpie pen and marked the corner that had a rip in the stitching that was likely to start coming apart soon. Once the diaper was marked, the man tossed the diaper into one of the six 32 gallon trash cans and then he took one of the diapers that had passed and slid it underneath me and pulled it up between my legs without even folding it. He then used the snappies to fasten it before he lifted me off of the countertop and then laid me down into the cart. Then he went back to the first cart and took another large handful of the diapers to inspect meanwhile a whole bunch of diapers were tossed in on top of me, covering me and my face as well as the rest of me. Then once the cart was full, the inspector rolled the diapers and I over to the diaper folding station where all of the diapers were getting folded and made ready to go right out to customers wanting to rent them. The cart in front of me was now empty and it was moved out of the way and the cart I was in was moved forward. Then the first folder came and took a lot of the diapers that were covering me. The diaper folder began to fold the diapers in front of her as more diaper folders came to get more diapers from the cart I was in.

Once the diapers that had been covering me were taken out I was then taken out and put into a play pen until it was time to be taken to the customer’s house so that I could be rented.

30 minutes later, I was taken out of the playpen then with one of the clean diaper pails being carried by another man who was loading the delivery van full of the diapers that are going to the customers. Once I was inside the back of the van, the driver put me into one of the dirty diaper carts just in case I wet my diaper and leaked…I wouldn’t dirty the clean diapers. Then once all of the pails full of clean diapers were loaded the back doors were closed and then the driver got in and started the van. The driver drove off to the first stop on his route. About 20 minutes later, the driver pulled up at the first stop. He got out, came around to the back of the old delivery van and took out two of the pails then shut the doors.

It was quiet for a little while until the driver came back carrying another pail that was full of wet diapers. He loaded the pail into the back where there was room and then closed the back doors again. He then walked around the driver’s side and then got back in and started the van. Then the driver drove to the next stop on his route.

The same thing happened at each stop. Two pails were dropped off and one or two were taken back, each pail filled with more wet diapers.

It wasn’t long before we arrived at the stop I was going to get dropped off at for the day.

I was a diaper service diaper model and diaper changing demonstration model. The service used me to demonstrate how to apply and use the service’s cloth diapers. Then the driver left and went along his route dropping off cloth diapers, plastic pants and onesies for their customers.

The driver that had dropped me off, was driving one of six older model diaper delivery vans. The 1979 Chevy Step-Van with the company logo on it. The Diaper service had JUST purchased newer models to replace the older models and was getting ready to decommission the older models that same day. The driver was told to take the delivery van to the junkyard after all of the afternoon pickups had been brought back to the diaper service. It was on the list of places to go.

Around 3:30 pm that same after noon, the customer calls and tells the diaper service that they can now come and pick up the diapers and the demonstration model. Shortly, the diaper delivery van arrives at the customer’s house.  I get picked up from the family in one of the delivery trucks that just happens to be the one that is getting "decommissioned" at the junkyard. The driver gets called over the radio in the van that he needs to get to the junkyard within a half an hour so that they can drop the old van off at the junkyard. The driver explains that he hasn’t made it back to the diaper service yet to drop off the loads of wet diapers and one of their diaper changing demonstration models. The voice on the other end of the radio says “Don’t worry about them….just bring the van to the junkyard, we will meet you there to pick you up.” Then driver drives the van to the junkyard. I am wearing three layered cloth diapers with a thick disposable diaper with the plastic backing over the three cloth diapers. My disposable diaper has six thick booster pads in it, I am wearing a white, clean, freshly washed footed sleeper and under that I am wearing a freshly cleaned onesie. The driver of the van gets out takes the keys to the van and walks over to Mac, the Junkyard owner. He hands Mac the title and the keys. Mac takes the keys and the title, then thanks the driver.  The backs of each van, that was brought to the junkyard,  has been completely filled up to the roof, with packs of disposable diapers, clean unfolded cloth diapers and four 32 gallon sized diaper pails.

The driver tells Mac that all of the other vans are also his. There are only three vans right now but there will be a few more coming in at some point later. Two of the vans have two of my twin brothers in them and the other one has one of my sisters in it. My mommy comes to the junkyard with my daddy and she goes over to Mac and tells him; “We will be bringing you the rest of our old equipment that we just replaced with newer models,  all of our old industrial washing machines & driers. They will be brought here on a flat bed trailers later.” Then mommy and my daddy leave. Then Mac continues to  crush four vehicles filled with lots and lots of large loads of wet, messy cloth and disposable diapers, adult baby clothing and plastic pants. Two of the vehicles have been loaded with two thickly diapered Adult baby girls. One was drugged and is sleeping and the other one wasn’t drugged at all and was awake and whining and crying and yelling as the vehicle they were in was carried over to the auto bailer. Then the electro magnet picked the vehicle up and lowered the vehicle into the hopper of the auto bailer with the vehicle stuffed with all of the loads of wet and messy cloth and disposable diapers and two thickly diapered, adult baby girls. They screamed, whined and hollered until the vehicle was crushed completely. Mac then decides to get the employees started on stripping the vans while he goes to see where the subjects are and decide what to do with the subjects and to the subjects.

Mac comes to the yard and then goes to the office first. He sits inside he office doing paperwork on the vehicles that have already been crushed until just after lunch time.

It was 11:00 am when I was picked up from the diaper service's customer's house by the diaper delivery man. I was quickly taken out to the back of the delivery van and laid down inside one of the two carts used to put the wet and dirty cloth diapers so that they could be taken to the diaper service to get washed. Then the diaper delivery man dumped the diaper pail that had been full of my own wet cloth pre-fold diapers that I had worn over the past week. Once both of my pails were dumped in on top of me, completely covering me with my wet cloth diapers the diaper delivery man went back out of the van to go get my other two diaper pails, leaving my empty ones near the back of the van. the man returned carrying two larger pails filled with some of my wet, stained up onesies, footed sleepers and 60 pairs of my plastic pants. He climbed into the back of the van and then emptied the pail with my clothes and my plastic pants into the cart on top of me before stacking the pails all together near the back of the van. He then went back inside to go get the two cases of the disposable diapers that the customer had purchased for me. He brought all 20 packages of unopened disposable adult medium diapers to the rear of the van and then started to toss the packs onto the floor of the van near the left side of the cart I was now in. I was just one of four twins that my Mommy rented out to demonstrate how cloth diapers were used, the absorbency of the diapers, the fit, and comfort of the diapers as well as the ease of use of the diaper service. The diaper delivery man had been instructed to bring me, my clothing, my plastic pants, my plushy toys, stuffed animals and anything else that was bought for me, back to the diaper service first before taking the diaper delivery van to the junkyard. The man was running late and instead of driving to the diaper service, he mistakenly drove to the junkyard to meet with the other drivers who were taking the other vans to the junkyard at a designated meeting time.

The driver got to the junkyard just as all of the other vans were also pulling into the junkyard at the same time. Each of the vans also had large loads of cloth pre-fold diapers inside of them too that the diaper service either didn't want, care about or forgot were in there. at least a couple of the vans had been used to store some of the older ragged, ripped stained cloth diapers as well as some of the cloth diapers that had not been washed yet and were still waiting to get soaked, rinsed and washed out or sorted and disposed of. Vans four, five and six had piles of diapers in them that reached the roof in the back and the piles were taking up over 90% of the back space too. The man driving diaper delivery van 4 (all of the diaper delivery vans were older 1978, 1979 and 1980 Chevy Step-Vans with no windows in the back doors.) stopped the van and parked it next to van 3 in a row. he got out and took the keys to the big, muscular man that was my father who co-owned the diaper service with my mother. (Mother of 8 kids, and all six of my twins, that includes me, were 40 years old but had the emotional and mental age of between 1 and a half and 2 years old. all four of us quadruplets, were developmentally delayed and wore diapers all of the time and still drank large sized Baby bottles. My daddy didn't know that I was still inside of Diaper delivery van 4 as he turned the titles over to the two junkyard owners. My daddy and all of the delivery drivers then left the yard, leaving each and every one of the older diaper delivery vans there at the junkyard.

One of the drivers from one of the other vans comes over to toss in two cases of my unopened packages of disposable diapers, and six old diaper pails that have my clothing: onesies, footed sleepers and another old diaper pail full of my cloth training pants, and 400 plastic pants into the diaper delivery van that I am in, van 4, then closes the back doors. Inside of the van I am in, the cabinets still have toddler sized clean diapers and adult cloth diapers of all sizes as well as plastic pants. The 900 adult cloth diapers toddler and adult medium diapers, 400 plastic pants that are all piled up in the back of the van. I am sandwiched between all of the diapers in the pile, inside the van. I am wearing a thick three layers of cloth diapers. I am only slightly wet. The last driver into the yard parks next to the van I am in, gets out and opens the back doors. He takes two cases of my old unopened disposable diapers and tosses each pack into the back of the van, each pack landing on all of the diapers inside of the back, that almost take up the entire back of the van.  Then he takes two large round diaper pails full of my onesies, footed sleepers and cloth training pants as well as over 400 more plastic pants that were just laying in the other van loosely all over the floor and tosses them all into the van I am in. The van I am in is marked number 4.

each van is parked side by side. The driver gives you all of the titles to each of the vans...and you hand him a VERY large check then the driver then walks away. I wake up a little bit, I am VERY groggy and I still can't move at all because my hands are zip tied behind my back.

I am laying in the middle of a large, large pile of old wet and dirty diapers as well as freshly washed old rags. diapers with rips and tears in them.

Bubba: (taking the title from the last driver) "all these for scrap?"

Mac:"yes.” Said Mac to Bubba.

Mac: (to Bubba): "mind the middle one, it's kind of stinky"

Bubba: "ok thanks"

I am laying there, moaning from being drugged and groggy. Last thing I knew, I was being sorted with the diapers that had just come in from being rented with me...when a mother rented me and some diapers and then sent me and the diapers back to be cleaned.

Mac signals over to Bubba who is in the cab of the crane to begin. Mac walks over and gets into the cab of the Sierra RB-6000 baler.

I come to for a bit and wonder where I am.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings):  Is there anyone here? where am I? I need my diaper changed! I yell out.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): What is all of this loud noise out there?

 BIG VAN CRUSH

Bubba swings the claw over to the 1st van, ... all parked up and not looking in too bad condition.

the claw drops down from above, and opens its tines.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): I wonder to myself  I hope that I am being taken to someone to rent me….”WHAT was THAT!!!That sounded loud!” I yell out.

The claw lands on top of the van ... it's suspension rocks.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): HEY! Is there anyone out there???? Can you hear me??????

I need my diapers changed!!! What is going ON...out there!!! I think to myself puzzled. Why isn't anyone coming? I think to myself

Bubba closes the claw a bit, the sound of metal  being twisted and glass shattering can be heard.

He lifts up the van, it swings up into the air, the front end with the engine in it, tilting down.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): Why can't I get up??? When do I get to be washed with the diapers?  I want these wet diapers all over my face, off of me! I can't see! I need my diaper changed!!! Can anyone hear me!!!! MAN! These wet diapers are soaked! I know that these diapers were the ones I wore but why am I still in the pile?

 Bubba opens out the tines and raises and moves the claw up towards the hood.

opening the claw, he drops it down, and lands it .. the tine punctures the windshield.

The front of it grabs the front end as the tines pull tight. Then .. as he pulls up, Mac closes the 2 top flaps, trapping the back of the van. squeezing it .. the thing slides a bit, but .. cannot escape the massive forces, and with a groan and ping, then engine and gearbox get ripped out whole.

Bubba lifts up the dripping unit, over the top of the other vans awaiting their crushing fate, and drops it into a large metal bin with a loud clang. As he pulls the claw back, it scrapes lazily along the top of all the vans, scratching the paint, and making a loud squeal noise. Then the crusher blades open up and the 2nd one closes .. mashing the first van down more ... bits and pieces break off and fly around, but are all contained in the massive machine

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): WHAT THE!!!

 What...was THAT! I wonder! I get scared and piss my three thick, bulky cloth diapers but the wetness only shows in one of the diapers. HEY! Anyone out there??? Can you HEAR me??? HEY! Can someone out there change my diapers!!!! What is all of that NOISE out there???? What are you all DOING out there? WHAT THE!!! What...was THAT! I wonder!

HEY! ANYONE OUT THERE! I need to get my diapers changed! HEY! Can anyone hear me??

I am wet down there!!!  WAAAAAAA! NO ONE CAN HEAR ME!!! WAAAAA!

then the lid closes again and completed the main side to side crushing .. a indicator light tells me it's finished .. the lid opens. Mac looks in ...  "nope ... got to be smaller than that"  The van is just a white crushed lump, 2ft x 2ft, but still the full length.  Mac closes the lid and presses the button to start the end ram. Mac watches, as he sees the huge piston press in ... grinding and squeezing noises emit, as the van is pushed head 1st into the end of the crusher’s ultra strong charge box. The cycle completes and the flaps open up for him to inspect.  Mac looks in .. the van is now 1/3 its original length cube of scrap. Mac punches the eject button and the end door opens and the crushed remains are forced through the trap door at the end. It lands with a dull thunk.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): I slow my crying. I hear the sounds of crushing.

What is happening???? Why am I still in here? I thought I was going out to be rented today!!!

If I am to get rented today, I need my diapers changed! I am wet! CHANGE ME!!!

 It's time to change my diapers!!!  I can't see anything!!!

Mac: (picking up the radio)… hey Bubba! .... look at that piece of shit ... nothing to 'em .. reckon we could crush 2 at once?"

Bubba: "yeah no problems, I'll drop both in"

Bubba  raises the claw up and drags the 2nd van in.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): Can...what the!! What are they doing out there? where AM I???? That sounded like the van next to me!

I find that I am able to flip over to my tummy in the middle of the pile of cloth diapers. without knocking any of them out of position much. I get onto my tummy and since the wetness has made me hard, I start to rub the front of my diaper against the others under me. I begin to get really, really excited.... it isn't long before a little bit of pre cum comes out of the end of my penis inside of my wet cloth diapers. I wonder to myself if I am just being kept in the van over night because there is a large amount of diapers being washed. It takes me a VERY, VERY, VERY long time to start getting even CLOSE to cuming into the first wet layer of my three layered cloth diapers. I am still wearing thick crinkly plastic pants over my cloth diapers. As I move my hips back and forth, the rough wetness of my cloth diapers begins to make me almost cum! I finally cum a WHOLE lot into my first layer of cloth diapers. I am laying under 600 pounds of cloth diapers and my own onesies and footed sleepers as well as loose unopened packages of my disposable diapers, a few packs are on top of the pile I am in while a few other packs are on the side next to me. I keep hearing the load sounds of things banging, popping, and busting. I hear the sounds of a loud, engine running close by. I hear the sounds of glass breaking and the loud sounds of crushing from inside of the van. I keep wondering what is going on outside.

Next, Bubba having ripped the engine out drops the claw over the top of van #3

Bubba squeezes the claw down over the top .. forcing the side of the van to squash in.

Bubba  pulls back on the controls and the van raises up in to the air. The van is then dropped into the crusher. it lands and bounces on its suspension. next Bubba, swings the claw over and clamps it around the front end, to pull the engine & tranny out. Bubba pulls back and Mac closes the top flap to grip the body down as he yanks it free.

The cycle continues smashing both vans down, before closing up completely. The crusher rocks backwards and forwards as it smashes and crushes. The top opens up to show off the 2 well mashed vans ...as the crushers diesel engine goes back to idle for a second

Mac (Radioing Bubba): “Can you hear something?"

Bubba:  "hmm .. is that wailing?"

Bubba: “Mac go check will ya .. might be a trapped animal."

Mac:"ok"

Mac punches the eject button, and jumps down from the cab. walking over, Mac looks at the sight of the massive long crushed lump of metal get pushed out the balers end.

Mac (Speaking out load to himself):  "mmmm love that!

Mac walks over ... definitely noises coming from the next van Mac tries to open the back ... but can't .. seems to be locked. Mac grabs the yard "multi-tool" ... (big crowbar) and starts to pry on the rear doors. They fly open with a crash. knocked back from the smell of 1000's of dirty diapers, Mac hears a muffled voice.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): Mommy!!!! Mommy!!!! Is it time to get me all washed up yet????

Mac, grimacing, starts to look though the assorted disposable and cloth diapers until ... a face looks up at him.

Mac: "whoa there .. what are you doing there?"

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): HEY! I was wondering...who are you???

Mac: "well one thing’s for sure ... I ain't your mom kid"

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): I was...put into this pile at the diaper service and then I was told I was going to a family. I was supposed to get rented for a few hours with some of my diapers. Then where is my mommy? She owns the diaper service.

Mac: "guess they changed their minds kid ... you’re in the line for our crusher"

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): CRUSHER????? why? what did I do???? Who is going to do this????

Mac: "yeah" (he smiles evilly) .."woman came in and paid us big money to crush the entire fleet of vans ... whole, no exceptions!"

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): Was that my mommy???

Mac: "probably"

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): Am I at least get my plastic pants off? Can I get a fresh diaper first?

Mac: “we deal in disposals of ALL kinds here kid. You look like you've pissed yourself"  (Mac feels the front and middle of the diaper.)

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): The first diaper I have on is almost soaked, but my other two diapers over this one isn't wet at all yet. Can you take my plastic pants off at least?

Why do I have to be crushed? I don't want to be crushed!!! WAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAA!!!!

Mac: "bosses orders ... he says jump, we say how high "you's a gonna kid, and I ain't touching your pissy diaper!!!" With that, Mac jumps out and closes the back doors again.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): But I don't WANT to be crushed!!! Can you take me out of here? can you change my diapers? OH WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAA!  I am in full cry mode now. My cummy, sticky wet diaper under the other two is starting to stick to me.

Mac: (walking back over to the crusher in his big boots, he ignores the cries. Mac jumps back in to the cab and picks up the radio):  "ok ready"

Bubba: “Mac what was it?”

Mac: "nothing"

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): I want my diaper changed!!! don't want to be crushed!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY! Mommy! MOMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Mommy! I want my diaper changed!! I am very, very wet!!

I promise! I PROMISE!!!

Bubba swings the crane over and dangles the tines over the van. He pulls the tines in and grips the sides .. they start to buckle.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): HEY!!!! STOP IT!!! DON'T!! What are you DOING!!! HEY!!! I am IN HERE!!!

Bubba squeezes the van more. Then picks it up off the ground, The massive weight of those diapers makes it swing down to the rear.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): HEY!!! Let me OUT!!!  My diapers! My diapers!!

The diapers begin to crush tighter against me. Suddenly the diapers begin to shift and shake.

the large massive pile that takes up 90% of the back of t he van is now sliding all over the place! The packs of my disposable diapers are sliding all over the floor now and back and forth to and from the pile I am in. Suddenly, four packs of my disposable diapers that had not been opened yet, came and landed on the area where my face was, covering me. then the cloth diapers began to slide and roll to the front of the van too, then the cabinet burst open and the clean cloth diapers and plastic pants came spilling out all over the place. The clean diapers mixed in with the pile of my wet diapers.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): HEY!!! STOP THAT!!! I am IN HERE!!! Change..........MY....DIAPERS!!!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! DON'T!!! STOP IT!!! STOP! STOP!!!!! I don't WANNA be CRUSHED!!!

The claw swings over and dumps the van in ... with a clang .. it sits there in the middle of the powerful machine, bouncing on its suspension. From the back of the van, a small waterfall starts, as the pails inside are knocked over and start to flood out

Mac: (radioing to bubba) "Nah, well skip the engine on this one" Then Mac presses the CRUSH button.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): My diapers!!! STOP! My wet diapers!!! HEY!!! stop crushing!!! my diapers!!! top it!!! Change me!!!!!!!!!

The top of the crusher, starts to push over. It makes contact with the top of the van, and not slowing down an instant, the huge pistons push on it, the van tips sideways and the suspension makes some creaking noise, before the roof starts to crumple.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): HEY! The roof is coming in!!! STOP IT! The roof is pressing in! it's squishing my diapers!!

Pulling the flap back, the other side starts to close up.

I am so scared now that I flood my diapers. the two layers over my other thick cloth diaper, both get soaked.

Mac: "That'll get the little shit!!!!"  Mac says laughing.

Me (the 6^th of six siblings): STOP IT!!!! Don't crush me! WASH mE!!!

The crusher continues it cycle, closing up fully, mashing the contents. The diapers start to crush down on me harder and harder as the roof caves in. The pressure gets higher and higher!

the diapers press harder and harder against me, it starts to get harder and harder to breathe.

I take a deep breath but it is forced out by all of the pressure. Suddenly, one of the unopened packages of my disposable diapers bursts open and the diapers get scattered all over me! I begin to pass out. I am now unconscious between two 600 lb piles of my clean and wet cloth diapers, clothing and disposable diapers.

The crusher opens up .. showing Mac it's work. The van lays there .. smashed and crushed, but still long. “bosses orders” Mac mutters to himself and punches the compact button. The lid closes again, and the end crush ram forces it's way in. The lid opens up .. showing the cubed mushed up metal, ... liquid runs out the bottom of the crusher.

Mac: ( smelling it ).. mmm ... he was a juicy one!!" Then he punches the eject button.

As the ram pushes forward, Mac notices the back of the van must have popped open. Just inside, Mac can see dozens of squashed cotton diapers. a few of the diapers fall out, and into the path of the approaching square headed ram. As it pushes in further, more falls out. A cracked looking bucket falls down, sideways onto the back step of the super crushed van. As the ram pushes forward, it gets the bucket and the loose diapers and pushes them into the crushed cube.

as the van gets shoved out the small hole at the end, the pressure of it pushes it out compacted into its rear.

Meanwhile, back at the diaper service, My mommy and Daddy have been discussing the financial difficulty they are having due to the fierce competition between disposable diapers and cloth diapers. Because people in this area, all wish to use disposable diapers, it is hurting their bottom line. Their company is the LARGEST provider of cloth diapering service for infants, toddlers, youth and adults. While there ARE smaller diaper services around the area, this one has been providing diapers to more areas that the other services can’t.

But now that the economy has all but completely crashed, people want to use the cheaper disposable diapers instead of diaper services. That is what My mommy and Daddy are talking about. Daddy tells Mommy that if they stay in business for too much longer, they will be broke!

Mommy is in shock and in disbelief. Then mommy tells daddy to go ahead with his plan to completely dismantle the whole place.

Mommy (To daddy): What should we do with all of our Adult baby diaper changing demonstration models????

Daddy (Replying back to mommy’s question): Well, we COULD…load them up into our Diaper Delivery vans and take them all down to the junkyard all at once and just leave them there….along with all of our clean, dirty and wet cloth diapers as well as all packages of any remaining green disposable diapers that we still have back in the warehouse….

Mommy: Sure…ok…I will go get the Adult babies ready to go. Should I tell them where they are going or what will be happening to them?

Daddy: OH…no! Don’t tell them anything! Tell them that it’s diaper changing time, and that you are going to give them all baths, get them all into cleaner, dryer diapers, and get them all dressed in nice, comfy clothing to go somewhere special…..and leave it at that.

Mommy: Ok, will do.

once the final decision to liquidate everything at the diaper service was made, mommy was told to get all of the diaper changing demonstration models ready to go. Daddy didn't care how they were dressed as long as they were ready to be taken to where the service was taking everything. So, while daddy was busy having each and every vehicle filled as full as they could possibly be filled with all of the cloth diapers that they were having to get rid of, mommy was busy washing all of us changing models clean, applying lotions, changing our diapers and making sure that each one of us had the kind of diapers on that we were used to. one of the three boy twins was dressed in four, thick, layers of clean cloth pre-fold diapers and lots and lots of powder

plastic pants were pulled up on him and then mommy put his clean white onesie on before putting him into a blue footed sleeper

Mommy: Good, now, time to go into your little stroller son....that’s a boy...yes...now you are all clean and ready to go....now be a good little boy while mommy gets your brothers and sisters ready...ok?

then mommy took the 2nd twin and laid him down to change him  and dress him after his bath

mommy put him into a super, thick, bulky slightly saggy and over sized disposable diaper with six thick booster pads in his diaper so that he could barely put his legs together when he tried to walk. mommy then put a nice white onesie on him over his diaper then made him wait near the stroller his slightly younger brother was in

 then the 3rd twin was laid down and diapered in thick, bulky four layers of cloth pre-fold diapers and then mommy put him into another thick, bulky disposable diaper with six booster pads in it on over his cloth diapers instead of plastic pants Mommy then put a blue clean onesie on and applied baby lotion to him too

Next was sister number 1....she was also diapered in four layers of thick cloth pre-folds and then a thick, over sized disposable diaper that was slightly saggy that also had six thick booster pads in it too then she ran out of onesies so she put sister number one into a cute little shirt then made her stand and wait.

the second sister was now the last one to be changed...since the rest of the subjects had already been wearing cloth diapers when they were rolled out to the almost new Chevy Step van Delivery vans in the wet diaper carts with the wet diapers that didn't get washed yet.

The second sister was put into six layers of clean thick cloth pre-folds with half a bottle's worth of baby powder and Mommy applied lots and lots of baby lotions on her before she put her plastic pants on and then left her like that...

Mommy: (Talking to all of her “subjects” ) OK boys and girls, time to go now...we don't want to be late now...

Then mommy pushed the stroller out to the waiting very full almost new Chevy Step van that Daddy was driving. Daddy helped all of their models into the back of the van with the clean, unfolded cloth diapers, plastic pants all of their clothing as well as all of their dolls, stuffed animals and plushies. The cabbage patch dolls that belonged to the girls, all wear wearing thick bulky disposable diapers with the plastic backing. All of the diapers had been tossed in loosely and onto the floors of each and every van. Daddy was driving van 1 and vans 2, 3 and 4 had been stuffed with nothing but cloth diapers right up to the passenger side seat leaving just enough room for the driver to drive the van. every van was filled to the roof with diapers and stuff. vans 5,6 and 7 had been stuffed and crammed with as many of the service's own brands of packs of disposable diapers and any and all loose, clean and dirty disposable diapers that were there in the diaper service building.

While the vans were being stuffed and loaded with as many diapers as they could hold, all of the 10 industrial sized diaper washers were being unplugged and loaded up onto flat bed semi truck trailers and then tied down so not to fall off.

Then once two of the trailers were full and there were no more washers the driers were then loaded up onto two or three semi truck trailers until no more driers were in the building

Then any diapers that could be stuffed into the washers and driers were filled up and packed up before being put onto the trailers.

There were still four one story high piles left of cloth pre-fold diapers and two four story piles of plastic pants and all in one cloth diapers

So, daddy rented four largest sized dump trucks to have loaded with what is left over Once the last dump truck was loaded up with mixed diapering items, the doors to the diaper service closed for good. Daddy coordinated the fleet to form a caravan of vehicles in a specific order...all of the smaller mini vans stuff with loose disposable diapers and packs of disposable diapers went first...

Then daddy got into the van and started the van and put it into gear...then he and all of the 7 step vans drove to the place where they were going to leave all of the vehicles, the washers, the driers and all of the diapers as well as all of the subjects and any "Adult babies" that were given to the service to do what they wished with. What all of the subjects didn't know yet, was that they were also being "left there with the vans and all of the diapers once they arrived.

Daddy talked with mommy as they drove to discuss how they wanted to get rid of each and every subject

They both agreed that their subjects were going to be left personally with the owner of the junkyard and taken to him personally while the rest of the subjects would be left in the vehicles that brought them

The first of the mini vans began to arrive at the junkyard all at once all of the other vehicles pulled up into the yard and parked next to each other in a row

Once the van daddy was driving pulled up and parked he got out and then went around to open the back doors to get their subjects out and bring them to the owner of the junkyard personally

meanwhile all of the other vans began to each pull up and park next to the van 1 in order.

Van 1, van, 2, van, 3, van 4, van, 5, van, 6 Minivan 1 minivan 2, minivan, 3, minivan 4

Mac:"hello"

Daddy (getting out and going over to talk with Mac) Hi. Sorry about being a little late.

As I told you over the phone, we have a VERY, VERY large load of stuff!

Mac: "looking good buddy" *rubs hands* ... "now .. please queue them up for the weigh bridge, and we can get you check cut"

Daddy: we are leaving you with four of our drivers, ten Adult baby subjects that we had been given to keep at the service to use there, and six of OUR PERSONAL diaper changing demonstration models.

Mac:: "sure thing bud, I'll take charge of them now"

Daddy: Will do. our subjects have been freshly bathed, changed and dressed in nice, clean clothes for you....

Daddy: I will go and get each of our vehicles to drive onto the scale

Mac(Mac motions over to one of the less greasy workers .. he's dressed in old overalls, with a washed out "Mac" logo): "Darren here will look after them"

Mommy then pushes the stroller with the thickly cloth diapered boy wearing plastic pants, a onesie and a footed sleeper while the rest of the group of subjects walks alongside and behind mommy.

Mac: Darren (or daz as will be known hence forth) talks to mom, and takes charge of the stroller, and pushes it through and into one of the viewing rooms inside*

 Mommy then has all of the boy's cloth diapers in diaper bags dropped in front of the stroller while 8 packs of each of the subject’s disposable diapers were put down next to each subject

Mac: "quite the lineup of cuties you have there" I say to dad, as he climbs into the next van

Mac: "I bet they've made you some money"

 Mommy gives the boy in the stroller a bottle full of chocolate milk to drink and puts his pacifier around his neck for him and then she does the same thing with the rest of the subjects too

Daddy: Yes. they certainly have right up until the end....

Daddy: a few of them were in high demand too

Mac:"recessions a killer ain't it" Mac laughs sarcastically.

Daddy: yea....sighs....I didn't want to do this...but we had no choice....

Daddy:  I hope our subjects will be good to you

Daddy: We hope you will get lots and lots of use out of them

Says daddy.

Mac: "well buddy, we pay  by the ton, you know that?"

as van 2 drives onto the scale, it's weighed and then it drives further into the yard and parks next to and along the right side of van 1. Each van parks on the right side of each van after that...now all of the BIG vans are all in a nice row while the minivans are all parked next to each other right in front of each of the bigger vans

Daddy: Yes, I know.  We aren't getting what we paid for these things...but...what are we gonna do? says daddy as the semitrailers with the ten washers have been weighed and then park behind the Chevy step vans.

Then the trailers with the 10 driers park next to the trailers with the ten washers

Mac:"looks like payday for you!" Mac then walks off into the office.

The last things to get weighed were the six to 7 very large dump trucks full of loose cloth diapers, plastic pants and clothing.

a computer driving an old smoke stained dot-matrix printer buzzes and prints out the tare scale

calculations. Then the check is cut.

 Daddy takes the check and then goes to where his wife is.

Mac: "say good bye to ya dad kids" ..

Daddy: Ok sweetie, time to go...I know it's going to be hard leaving all of them here but we got paid for them...so let’s go now...I will take you out to dinner. Says daddy as he escorts mommy out of the yard to the only minivan not being left

Then they leave and all of the rest of the staff leave except four drivers and the drivers of the dump trucks still are needing places to dump their loads

Mac goes over to the driver of dump truck #1 and directs him to back up to a large empty area and instructs him to dump the load.

Mac wanders over to dump truck #2 and instructs him to do the same, so we end up with 7 big piles of diapers.

Then each of the 7 trucks leave once they dump their loads.

Mac: As soon as they're done tipping their loads, Mac instructs the wheel loaders to start pushing them into the respective bins ...

The 10 washers and 10 driers still filled with clean and dirty diapers have been dropped off and the trailers all have left.

 Now that everything was brought in and is officially left at the junkyard, all of the subjects officially belonged to the junkyard

Each bin has a sign on top - disposable dry, disposable wet, disposable messy, cloth-Dry, Cloth-Wet, Cloth-Messy and so on.

As the subjects that mommy had left all begin to sit down on their diapered butts and wait, they begin to talk between themselves.

All of us Subjects start to suck on our pacifiers now and a few of us even start to play with some of our toys that mommy had given us to use while waiting. Some of the subjects have now already wet their diapers quite well now...but they are used to it.

For those wearing four layers of cloth diapers, only the first two layers are wet now.

the ones also wearing thick disposables with six booster pads in them, they still look clean and dry.

Mac: "right inspection time"

 The subjects are all talking between themselves, those that can.

Some of the subjects have their pacifiers in their mouths and are sucking on them while they wait.

Mac looks in the 1st van, then pops the hood and pokes around.

Mac then opens up the rear gates and the back doors. Inside are 2 subjects ...

the girl subject that is in van 1, underneath all of the cloth diapers is sleeping, the boy is near the top of the pile near the roof.

Mac: "what’s your name little boy?"

they each are wearing rather wet cloth diapers and plastic pants.

Subject 1:my name is jerry

Mac: "and what’s her's?"

Subject 1:her name...she said it was Annie

Subject 1:are you our new daddy?

Mac: "kinda ... but not for long"

Subject 1: why?

Subject 1:me wet!

Mac: "have you heard of a junk yard little boy?"

Subject 1: where are we?

Subject 1:no...what tat?

Mac: "this is where old junk comes to be destroyed"

Subject 1: what is that? is that something good?

Subject 1:like when they wash us and our diapers?

Mac: "heheh, no ... you see that metal cube over there ... we take things like this van .... and turn it into that"

Subject 1:what are you going to do with us?

Subject 1: that?

Subject 1:NO!!! Hey annie...the man said he was was going to turn us in that!

Subject 1:they both look hard

Subject 1:NO!!!!! I don't WANT to be that!

Mac: "your mommy and daddy sold you to me"

Subject 1:Then Annie struggles to get free from under all of the heavy cloth diapers and jerry tries to run out of the van

Subject 1:NO they didn't...where are they?

Mac: "and I'm going to wreck all of this" Mac gestures around the yard.

Subject 1: MOMMY.....DADDY...where are you???

Mac: "they've gone ... left you"

Subject 1:All of that...what is "wrecked" mean daddy?

Mac: "you’ll know when your diaper gets changed"

Subject 1: AH! MAN!!! I am not happy now!

Mac: "and the old one gets put into the pail?"

Subject 1: yes, we remember....are we getting our wet diapers changed? Hey Annie, daddy said we get our wet diapers changed….

Mac: "well your disposable diapers are all fluffy and nice when they go on"

Mac: "but then you use them don't you"

Subject 1:  yes...we do. We will be wearing disposable diapers? wow! we have NEVER worn those before.

Mac: "and once they're used ... they're ruined, so mommy throws them away"

Subject 1: she wets alot and I go poo and pee-pee in mine

Mac: "good lad"

Mac: "when their thrown away, they never come back do they"

Subject 1: Annie and I have always worn cloth diapers, so we don't know diapers that go away...we don't know those kind.

Mac: "are you wet now?"

Mac: *sniffs*

Subject 1: Yes...Annie is wet and I made a poopy in my diaper.

Mac: "climb down here I want to check"

Subject 1: ok... Jerry climbs down from the back of the van and almost falls off the bumper

lands on his feet awkwardly

Annie is stuck under all of the diapers but her head is showing

Mac: "No! ... hands and knees; boy!"

Subject 1: I am just learning how to walk…Annie crawls.

Mac: "you don't have a name anymore, from now on you’re "boy"'

Subject 1:why daddy?

Mac: "that’s the way it work here, now ..."

Mac lifts the boy up and bends the AB boy over, pushing his head deep into the diaper pile

Subject 1: hey daddy, what are all of those mountains of diapers there for?

Mac: "shush"

Subject 1:but...but...what are you doing daddy?

Mac: "I got to check and inspect everything"

Subject 1:...then what?

Subject 1:what are you going to do to us? 

Lifting the lad up, Mac parts his legs and puts him down on his knees

Subject 1:daddy...why are you making me do this? Is this the way you check my diapers daddy?

Mac: "yes! push your legs apart!"

Subject 1: ok daddy

The subject pushes his legs apart, as he is on all fours.

Mac runs his thick hands around the boy's butt and feel the squashy contents.

Subject 1: daddy...that feels really squishy...it makes my dipee hang low, it makes my dipee stick to me!

Mac: "I bet! That’s quite a load you made"

Mac pushes and prods

the boy stays silent for a little bit then he says

Subject 1:daddy....what are all of those men over there doing to that old school bus...and why can I hear a baby girl crying?

Over the other side of the yard a big yellow school bus is being lifted into the crusher

Subject 1: It is full of diapers and a couple of thickly wet diapered girls with their hands zip tied!!!

Mac: "that bus? ... that’s going to be crushed into a tiny, tiny cube of metal and bits" "that’s wrecking"

the crying becomes more muffled.

Subject 1:why is the bus crying and screaming..does it hurt the bus?

Mac: "it doesn't hurt"

Subject 1:it doesn't??? then why is the bus still screaming?

Mac: "because it's full of girls and boys we don't want, so ... we put them inside, and they get crushed too! Then ... no more boys and girls!

Subject 1:it has girls and boys in it????  Why??? What did they do?

The crusher starts it cycle.

Mac: "that’s how things get recycled"

Subject 1: will you do that to us?

Mac: "we do that to everything here ... your mom and dad had no more use for you anymore"

Subject 1:what????

Subject 1:we were left here to get that done to us?

Subject 1:I don't WANT that to be done to us!!! I won't!!!

Mac: "it's like a roller coaster ride"

Subject 1:it is???

Mac: "yes"

Subject 1:do the girls and boys get their diapers changed after? I always got MINE changed after

Mac: yes everyone gets a clean one after

Subject 1:ok daddy.

Mac: "the scare makes them all pee and poop lots"

Subject 1:it...does???

Mac: "but see that huge pile over there ... we got loads to make sure everyone’s nice and comfy"

Subject 1:ok daddy...

Mac: "it's a ride they *never* forget!

Subject 1: why daddy?

Subject 1:see Annie...daddy is going to change us after the fun ride!

Subject 1:thanks daddy..

Mac slowly pulls off the plastic pants & puts on rubber gloves.

Subject 1:why you wear those?

Mac: "so that daddy doesn't get all dirty from your poo poo"

Subject 1:ok...

Mac feels again .. "sure feels like there's plenty in there"

Subject 1:I made a poo in my diapee daddy

Subject 1: I haven't been changed in over 7 hours

Mac undoes the tabs on each side and pulls the sticky diaper off.

Mac looks at the boy's filthy butt, poop smeared all over his hairless crack.

Mac reaches for a clean cloth diaper from the pile inside the van, then takes it, and smears the worst of the poop off, then throws it inside ... it lands upside down on the driver’s seat.

Subject 1:what are disposable diapees like daddy? I have never had those kind.

Mac: mmm!  Mac strokes the balls still covered in pee and muck

Mac pokes the boy’s butt hole, pushes a finger in,                                                                      Mac: have you ever had a prostate inspection boy?"

Subject 1:what tat?  UMMMF!

Mac: "it's a medical check to check your insides are working properly"

Subject 1: ok daddy

Subject 1:UH!

Mac wriggles the finger and touches his prostate ... it makes his Wiley very hard        

Subject 1:tat feel...uh...funny daddy, I all tingly now!

Mac reaches down with the other hand grabs his rapidly growing boy’s Willey and rubs it.

Mac: "now cough"

Subject 1:can I get a bottle daddy? I thirsty

Subject 1:I don't know what that is

Mac: "that’s when you got tickle in your mouth and you cough it up ... you can do it"

Subject 1:ok daddy..The boy coughs

Subject 1: is that ok daddy?

Mac strokes the Adult baby boy's cock more.

Mac: "and again boy" Mac says enjoying the AB boy’s dirty ring griping his finger.

The boy's cock gets harder. The boy coughs..

Subject 1: is that ok daddy?

Mac: "much better"

Subject 1:I feel funny daddy

Mac strokes the boy more and more, getting him close to Cumming.

Mac: "that’s it boy, just go with it, soon you’re going to fill your diaper with new gunk"

Subject 1: I......I.....feel .....a...pressure....daddy

Mac: "we call it spunk"

Subject 1:the boy starts to cum hard!

Mac stroking the boy's cock as he shoots his load all over the inside of his messy diaper

the first spurt is hard and it spews a LOT of cum and as more and more flies out it gets all over the inside of the boy's disposable diaper.

Mac: "good lad"

Mac: "now ... let’s get your sister over here" "she needs inspecting too"

the boy falls over and starts to suck his thumb and fall asleep.

He is too weak now and falls into a deep sleep.

Mac does his cum and poop filled diaper back up, and then pushes him sleeping back into the diaper pile inside

The girl hears everything but can't get loose from all of the heavy wet and clean cloth diapers

that she is buried under. Only her face is visible. The thickly diapered girl is smarter than the boy

She thinks something is up, but can't put it together yet.

Mac reaches over, grabs the girl by the shoulders and pulls her out and onto the back step, out of the pile.

The girl stumbles out of the pile to her feet and out of the back of the van.

Subject 2: so you are my new daddy huh?

Mac: "well kind of. Think of me as rent-a-dad"

Subject 2:  what is that? I never heard of that. What do ....those do?

Mac: "never mind then" ... "let’s see if your wet"

Subject 2: ok daddy. What are all of those diapers over there for?

Subject 2: why does that ford truck scream?  It has a lot of diapers in it too I see.

Mac: "that’s all the stock from your old dad's business .. remember you modeled lots of them"

The girl watches as the ford truck is picked up into the air

Mac: "see it's off to be crushed"

Subject 2: but I never heard them scream before.....

Mac: "maybe it's scared" Mac teases

Subject 2:  Do truckies cry daddy?

Mac: "sometimes"

Subject 2: what is the truckie scared of??

Mac: "usual oil" Says Mac, suppressing a snicker

Subject 2:  why is that truckie being put into that big...thing over there?

Subject 2: why?

Mac: "oh it's grown too big, so we have to make it smaller just like you..."

Subject 2 : ME??? you are going to make me smaller? NO!!! I don't WANT to be smaller!!I don't WANT TO!!! Why are they putting all of those diapers in that thing daddy? Are they getting washed and made smaller?  Like the truckie is?

Mac (chucking)"yes little girl, those ... those are all the dirty ones"

Mac: "shush, you'll wake the boy"

Subject 2:  NO! I don't HAVE TO!!!MAKE ME!

Mac pushes his large and still slightly poopy rubber-gloved hand down and onto the girl’s plastic pants.

Subject 2: what are you doing daddy?

Mac: "I got to check your diapee

Subject 2: am I getting my diaper changed? I haven't been changed in over 7 hours.

I also have this weird blue slimy stuff in my diaper! I was used as a chemical test subject!

Mac: "we shall see won't we"

Mac takes the shorts off , then he sniffs them.

Subject 2: why are you smelling my plastic pants daddy?

Mac: "to see if they stink or not ... they do"

Mac: Definitely bad! Mac tosses them up front too, they stick to the poopy one already on the driver’s seat.

Subject 2: HEY! Those were MINE! GIMMIE THOSE BACK!!! Those were my favorites!!

Mac: "tough!! You’re mine now, and you do as I tell you!!!!!"

Subject 2: NO! I won't!! Gimmie them back!!! MINE!!! WAAAA! I want my favie back!!!

Mac: "or what?" Mac roughly pins her down and rips the diaper off!

Subject 2: WAAAAAAA! STOP IT!!! WAAAAAAA! Daddy ripped my diaperrrrrr!

The girl gets mad and starts to kick her feet while she throws her tantrum

Mac ignores it completely

She rolls to her left side and then pouts. HMM! The girl pouts and sticks her thumb into her mouth

Mac: "if you don't shut up, I'm going to flush you away"

Subject 2: NO! MAKE ME !! The defiant girl says.

Mac: "oh really" ...

Mac grabs another clean diaper and quickly puts her into it"

Mac then stuffs a few more cloth diapers into her diaper, and lifts her up, still struggling, but she weights nothing to him.

Mac walks The girl inside, and into the flushing room

Subject 2: Let go of me!!!  I am NOT going with you!! Says the girl.

Mac: "no"

Subject 2:  NO! I won't go!  I want my MOMMY!

Mac pulls the giant seat up

Subject 2: What is this thing???

Mac then dumps the girl butt 1st into the water

Subject 2: Daddy...why are there so many diapers in there? why are they all...wet?

why is the water all yellow?

Mac then grabs a handful of cloth diapers and wipes his gloves on one, and then drops it in the bowl.

Mac: "this is where all the pee pee that comes from that huge pile of wet diapers outside ends up

Subject 2: Why did you put me in here! My diaper is wet now!

Mac: "very naughty girls we don't like ... we flush them away"

Subject 2:EEEW!

Subject 2: Why are you dunking those diapers in and out of the water?

Subject 2: Flush them? what is that?

Mac grabs another handful of cloth diapers and then sprinkles them around the bowl and into the water. The diapers semi float.

Subject 2:HEY! STOP IT! DON'T!!! Those were clean diapers!!!

Mac: not any more

Subject 2: what are you doing to them??? Why am I in here.....let me out!  It feels wet and cold!

Mac: see? ... they all grow and expand as they soak up the piss?

Subject 2:  HEY!

Mac drops some more on top of the annoying girl.

Subject 2:  stop tossing those in here! HEY!!! That's my face! get that thing off of me! STOP IT!! HEEEEY! Blub!

Mac then tosses in another handful for luck.

muffled chatter from the girl in the toilet bowl with diapers on her face.

Mac gets a really wet one out of the water, and then wipes it all over her nasty face, then Mac pushes her down, then hits the flushing lever.

Subject 2: blub, blub! QUIT IT!!

Subject 2:HEYYYYYY! STOOOOOPPPP IT!  what is happening! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH

WAAAAAAAAA!!!! MAKE IT STOP SWIRLING!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!!!

the toilet fills up with dirty piss, before swirling.

Then the siphon opens and the entire contents are sucked away.

Subject 2:HEYYYYY!!! AHHHH WAAAAAAAAAAAA! Blub, gurgle, gurgle

Mac: "hope you drown" I shout as she's submerged for good

Then the sounds of the water filling back up

Mac leaves her to her fate. Mac then leaves the flushing room, then the office and goes back outside, to go tend to the other subjects and other junk and stuff .

Four of the minivans are filled with nothing but disposable diapers, mostly clean ones, loose diapers and a couple of the vans also have half of the van filled with unrolled wet disposable diapers. Mac goes back out to the yard. Mac gets into the wheel loader and scoop up a big pile of diapers from the "messy" bin.

Mac then drives it over to the 1st van and tips the bucket into the open rear of the van

the boy inside suddenly wakes up.

Subject 3: HEY!!! What are you doing!!!

Subject 3: Those SMELL BAD!

Next, Mac raises the bucket up and squashes the back of the van down a bit, so not too many of the diapers fall out. The boy is completely trapped inside now.

Subject 3: HEY!!! STOP IT!! I can't get out!! My diapee needs to be changed!!  Let me out!!

WAAAAA! what are you doing!!!

flipping the bucket down, Mac runs up and scoops the entire van up and picks it up then tips it back.

Subject 3: HEEEEY! STOP IT!!! DADDDDDY!!!!!!

The boy flies against the doors and then falls back onto the pile onto his back.

Subject 3:HEY!!! HEY!!! I am in here!! STOP THAT!!!

crashing noises from inside as diapers and loose objects fall all over the place.  Mac drives the partially crushed van over to the open crusher and tips it in. The van lands nose first then bounces in. Mac signals to daz in the cab of the crusher to start. While Mac is watching, Daz begins the cycle. Mac nurses his forklift as he watches it close up and start to squash the van like a tin can.

Subject 3: I got a boo-boo! STOP IT STOP THAT! Don't you know...I am in here????

Subject 3: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HEY!!!!!! STOP!!!! MY DIAPERS!!!

They need to be washed!!!  STOP THAT!!!PUT ME DOWN!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP IT!!!UH! HEY!!! This thing is crushing me!!! STOP IT!!! GET ME OUT!! GET ME OUT!!! HEY!!!! STOP THIS!! THIS ISN"T FUN! STOP!!! My diapers!!! MY FAVORITE DIAPERS!!!! STOOOOOP! My diapers!!! Why are you doing this!!!

the back bursts open and a big pile falls out with the boy!

The boy falls out on top of the diapers.

the crusher continues ... the smell of boy shit fills the air, as the crusher pushes down.

Lots of the diapers start to ooze splattering the windows before they crack and then shatter.

The top of the crusher then rolls over, and starts to mush the sides of it in.

The boy crouches down as the crusher comes down.

The crusher walls start to slam into the boy. The boy lands on top of his own messy and wet diapers and his face is pressed into his wet and messy diapers.

The top then opens up, and Mac tips the rest of the loose diapers in, drowning the boy with yet more yucky brown and yellow stinking diapers. The boy inside starts to lose consciousness. The boy can barely breathe!

Mac signals to daz to crush again. the crusher finishes its top and side crush part of the cycle and opens back up.

The boy is still alive but pinned. Inside is a nice long rectangle of crushed van and a lot of smelly exploded diapers. next the end ram.

the lid closes up and the engine of the crusher really fires up for the last cubing

the large silver ram pushes in, the ram pushing with 250 tons of pressure, cubes the contents.

The diapers inside begin to bunch up more and more and then press ever harder against the boy.

The boy's body gives in under the extreme pressures, the sound of breaking bones is heard, piss and sloppy fluids trickle out of the crusher and drain into the special reservoir

the boy has exploded into the diapers that were pressing into him.

Even his cum is now oozing from him, before the cycle finished and the tight cube is pushed out the end, into Mac’s awaiting forklift.

Mac lifts the cube up and drives it over and drops it on the ground.

looking at the smashed contents, all smeared with boy juice, Mac masturbates into a diaper he happens to have in the cab before throwing it on top and driving off.

Meanwhile, all of the 6 subjects(3 of “MY” twins, one more boy that looks sort of like me, and two girls that look a little bit like me too.) that had been dropped off by the cloth diaper service that were their Diaper Changing demonstration models, were brought into the office and down stairs in the basement where there is a little nursery with a diaper changing table, 10 cribs, 12 dozen clean unfolded cloth pre-fold diapers in each size, one dozen diapers for each size, and ten large packages of disposable diapers in each size as well. The nursery was not really a clean one….the four 96 gallon Totes (wheelie bins for all you UK, British and English folks…)

were so full of cloth and disposable diapers that they were overflowing and the lids were not able to close. The nursery smelled a little bit like wet diapers. The cribs each had a slight dark rig on the railings as well as the sheets were old and smelled like wet diapers too.

The diaper changer still had old formerly wet cloth diapers left on the back side of it next to the wall, diapers that had been taken off of other subjects and left there for long periods of time, as more and more subjects were changed on the changer, the pile kept mounting. The diapers had only been wet and nothing else. The  four 96 gallon totes that were overflowing across the room from the changer, were labeled messy, wet, worn-but-not-used  & other. The “other” bin/tote had mostly plastic pants and clothing in it. All of the 6 subjects, plus ten Adult baby subjects  that were given to the diaper service to do what they wished with. (two of those ten have been “done” already” ) The other 8 remaining subjects that were “gifts’ to the now former diaper service are being held upstairs in the diaper subject holding cell where there are ten cribs and formerly wet cloth diapers, old, wet disposable diapers laying all over the floor and scattered about in corners all over the cell as well as six more 96 gallon totes/bins  that are all so full, they are also overflowing.

Each of the cribs have locking tops/lids on them so that the subjects can’t climb out.

The subject holding cell smells slightly like wet diapers and the walls are made of thick bullet-proof glass made so that the subjects can be seen easily.

The six subjects downstairs, the triplets, their other brother, and their two sisters, are all awaiting their fates. The two sisters have wet their cloth pre-fold diapers a lot now, and the 1st  twin boy(of the triplets that USED to be a quadruplet set)  that was in the stroller, wearing four very thick cloth diapers, plastic pants, a onesie and a white footed sleeper had also wet his diaper two times now. The two other twins, one wearing ONLY a thick, already bulky Tranquility All-Through-the-night medium disposable diaper with six Dignity Super Duty brand booster pads inside of his diaper, had wet his diaper three times but it doesn’t show on the outside of the diaper because the actual diaper isn’t wet yet, and the third boy of what is left of the quadruplets, has wet two layers of the four layered cloth pre-fold diapers underneath his Tranquility slimlines brand medium diaper that also has six Dignity super duty booster pads inside of it. The disposable diaper is still nice and clean and dry too and has lots and LOTS of baby powder in it.

The three remaining twins are in cribs 1, 2 and 3. The first twin is in crib 1, the second in crib 2, the third is in crib 3 the fourth is in crib 4 and the fifth is in crib 5 and then the last one is in crib 6. The one boy’s stroller is still open and just parked on the right side of the boy’s crib.

All of the other subjects in the “subject holding cell” upstairs have been placed into random cribs for safe keeping until it’s time to meet their fates.

Mac walks out the office and goes to check how the industrial washers setup installation is going ... it's a new master piece he dreamt up himself.

To the left, there are 3 washers ... all hooked up to hot and cold water and power in the regular way. The drain pipes however are all hooked over a large metal channel.  As each machine drains, it pours into the channel, which is angled down and into a large 2000 gallon plastic tub

the tub is then connected up via special pumps to the inlet of 3 older rustier looking washers

these are the diaper dirtiers. Each machine is forced to "suck" in the filthy nasty liquids from the load from one of the washers.

Mac: a triumph in recycling, he thought to himself and chuckles

the drains from these machines are also routed straight back into the tank

a further set of pipes also are routed in from the other side of the yard, from the stationary compactors dedicated to compacting the wet cloth and wet disposables respectively.

With the plumbing completed, the 1st batches of wet cloth diapers are being loaded into the "clean" machines and are started.

The 10 subjects  all wearing four layers of cloth pre-fold diapers in the upstairs holding cell are all napping quietly while the 6 subjects are all awake and talking and whispering to each other about where they are.

They all came in wearing four layered cloth diapers with plastic pants over them except for one that also had a thick disposable diaper with six booster pads in it, on.

 A few of the subjects that wet the entire four layers completely, have leaked onto their crib sheets.

The only subjects wearing still dry cloth diapers are the ones in cribs 6, 7 and 8

 Mac walks up the stairs away from the noise of the yard and up into the quiet nursery, Mac opens the  clear thick glass door, the smell of piss and diapers and wet sheets is immense, but the subjects are totally oblivious to it. Each of the cribs is locked closed, but some of the subjects are awake. The holding cell is littered with lots and lots of old wt cloth diapers, and old wet disposable diapers.

Mac takes the large set of keys hanging from the left hand side of his oily mucky jeans and selects crib #4, and unlocks the crib.

he picks up the subject within and carries him over to the changing table.

Subject 3:  Hey...where are you taking me????

Mac undoes the snappies and undoes the front of the diaper.

Subject 3: HEY! Why are you taking my diaper off?

Mac: "your change is due!" He says with authority.

Subject 3: You are changing my diaper?

Mac:"yeah, now lift your butt up!!!"

Subject 3: ok.... The adult baby boy lifts his butt for Mac.

Mac pulls out the thoroughly wet 4 layers of diapers out from under the boy.

Mac slips on another clean cloth diaper from the pile.

The boy is used to this, puts his ass down on the nice clean diaper.

Subject 3: So, are you my new step daddy?

Mac then reaches for a clean cloth diaper used as a cleaning rag and wipes all around the lads wet skin.

Subject 3: HEY! Why are you using that cloth diaper to wipe me with?

Subject 5: What do you do with it when you are done with it?

Mac then uses the wettest cloth diaper and wipes all around the lads butt hole, big ball sac and dick to get the worst off. The subject’s cock grows in size as he enjoys the what Mac is doing.

Mac:"I'm going to put it into the pail over here, and then we wash them"

Subject 3: Oh, ok.  Says the boy.

Subject 3: What is this place? Why am I here?

Mac: "your mom sold you to us"

Mac dumps the rest of the diapers on top of the boys stomach.

Subject 3: She did? HEY! Why did you do that????

Mac:"your part of our system now ... you have to wet as many diapers as you can"

Subject 3: I do???

Mac reaches over and pushes a bottle of special milk into the boys mouth

Mac: "SHUT it and drink that!!!" The boy starts to drink the milk.

Mac lifts the lad’s legs up and rubs the dirty diaper over the boys butt and hole, then inspects it .. Mac: good no poopy

Subject 3: (The boy takes the bottle out of his mouth)  HEY! Why are you wiping me with dirty wet diapers?  Why did you dump all of these wet diapers on me?

Mac: "since your mom sold you to us ... I can do anything I want to you now ...you’re going to be our new “dirty boy”

Subject 3: What is that?

Mac smears the rest of the piss soaked diaper over the boys chest and face

Subject 3: You aren't going to test liquids on me or my diapers like I used to have done to me? UUUH!

Mac: "shut up and drink your milk or I'll do it again"

Subject 3: Ok! The boy puts the bottle back into his mouth then turns his head to his left

Mac continues to change the boy, making sure to put lots of powder in to the subject’s butt crack, and rubs it all over his balls and penis.

Mac puts the 2 snappies on the front, then adds a 2nd cloth diaper over the top and then fastens them using two snappies.  The boy turns his head back straight again and takes the bottle out of his mouth for s second.

Subject 3: what are you going to do with my plastic pants...the ones you took off of me???

Then grabbing a 3rd diaper, Mac pulls down on the bottom of the diaper and stuffs it into the butt

Mac: "no more plastic pants for you ... if you leak ... tough"

Subject 5: Why are you stuffing those wet diapers into the back of my diapers? I LIKE my plastic pants!!! I want my plastic pants!

Mac:"yeah???"

Mac raises them up into the air over the subject, then meanly rips them in half in front of him

Subject 5: HEY!!!Why did you do that??? NOW what is going to happen to them?

Mac:"you better learn boy ... I'm in charge of you now"

with that Mac takes a big adult pacifier and shoves it into the subjects mouth

Mac:"suck on that!!!"

 The subject reaches up and takes the pacifier.

Mac lifts the subject and places him back into the special testing crib and relocks it.

 The subject feels funny since drinking the milk from the bottle he still has in his right hand

Mac watches the crib and then laughs as the subject almost immediately wets the new diaper right through. The clear sides show him wetting uncontrollably soaking the sheets and mattress underneath. The boy realizes the diapers are all wet again. The wet spot grows bigger and bigger

 The boy starts to cry a little bit.  Sniffling slightly, the boy looks up at Mac with tears running down his cheeks.

Mac:"yeah boy! You don't get changed for another day, so…. live with it"

 The boy lays back down and turns over to his left side facing away from Mac

 then the boy takes the pacifier out and replaces it with the bottle. The boy then starts to go back to sleep.

Mac looks at the stream of  pee still running down the adult baby boy’s leg soaking the mattress. The AB boy wets his diapers again. The pee continues to leak onto the crib mattress and sheets.

Mac:  "sure hope he doesn't drown in there" Mac mutters to himself.

Mac: "this lot isn’t due for disposal until at least next week!!!"Mac mutters to himself as he writes a note on the paper on the clipboard.

Mac selects key #2 and repeats the process of lifting the subject out.

Mac dumps the subject on to the table and knocks the previous pile of dirty diapers off onto the floor. Cussing, Mac kicks them over towards the already over flowing pail

Subject 4: HEY! What are you doing!!! Who are you?

Mac:"changing time my girl"

Mac: "I'm Mac"

Subject 4: I...belong to you?

Mac: "since your mom sold you ... didn't she tell you, you’re no longer wanted then."  He mocks

Mac undoes the snappies at the front.

Subject 4: NO! What is this place???

Subject 4: What do you do here?

Mac: "at the moment changing your pissy diaper"

Subject 4: HEY! My plastic pants! Don't toss them to the ground!

Mac:"you sure wet yourself ..."  Said Mac as he pokes at the front.

Subject 4: Yea...I did... I was used in testing some new chemicals that make me wet more. I was one of the ones that the diaper service was using to test new chemicals and to wet their diapers

Mac:"yeah?" he pokes again, this time making the many wet diapers ooze girl piss

Mac: "looks like it works"

Mac: the girl blushes a bit from the stimulation to her vagina

Subject 4: Why are all of these diapers and plastic pants all over the place?

Mac: "this is your lovely new nursery" ... "lovely isn’t it" Mac sneers

Subject 4: this...is where we are staying? It stinks in here!

Mac:"until we're done with you"

Subject 4: Done?

Mac:"yeah,  done…with ya!"

Subject 4: what are you going to do with all of us?

Mac:"if we don't get a buyer ... you'll have to be thrown out, with the rest of this ... mess"

Subject 4: You...are going to "throw us out?"

Mac: like a used diaper….!!!!!

Subject 4: I don't wanna be thrown out!

Mac:"VERY likely with a used diaper"

Subject 4: so, you WANT to throw us all out?

Mac:"I've got a massive crusher in the yard ...it makes subjects like you ... very, very small ... and crunchy!! It likes to squash things until they pop"

Subject 4: You plan to Crush me????

Mac picks up a used disposable diaper from the side and crushes it in his meaty fist to emphasize the point.

Subject 4: You....are going to crush ME??????? Like that????

Mac: only if I don't get a buyer

Subject 4: what if someone buys me?

Mac: The diaper pops and oozes pissy slime over the girls diaper

Subject 4: what are the chances that someone WILL buy me?

Mac:"then you'll be saved"

Mac:"but I kind of doubt it"

Subject 4: EEEW! get this stuff off me!!!

Mac laughs maniacally 

Mac then uses the remains of the diaper to rub the pissy mush all over the girl

Subject 4: YUCK! NASTY!!

Mac undoes the 2 snappies on the front and opens up the girl’s diaper.

pushing her legs apart, Mac inspects  her diapering areas closely.

Subject 4: HEY! what are you doing to me? Why do I need to be inspected?

Mac:"your mine now, and I can do what I like with you"

Subject 4: What are you writing on that paper?

Mac: "gotta keep the charts up to date ... see how the chemical side effects are going"

Subject 4: What chemicals??? The ones that were used on me?

Mac notes down the subject has extensive diaper rash.

Subject 4: are you going to fix the itching around my crotch???

Mac: "no you got to tough that out missy"

Subject 4: When is the last day before I am to get...crushed?

Mac: "Tuesday"

Mac lifts her butt up and notes come chemical color staining on her left butt check

Subject 4: I have dark blue stains all over me

Subject 4: What is today??? how many days is that from now?

Mac: Wednesday, so ... 6 days. Better hope the eBay auction works out for ya ...

Subject 4: So I have 6 days until I get crushed?

Mac: if you don't sell, the crusher gets ya!

Subject 4: What about all of these diapers?

Subject 4: what are you doing with them?

Mac:: *pulls the diaper out, switches in a fresh one, scoops the worst of the gunk off her and re-diapers her.

Mac:"those?" (... he looks at the big pail)

Mac: "wash them of course"

Mac:"now .. drink this" Mac hands her another bottle of special formula

Subject 4: what about those over flowing containers of wet disposable diapers you keep in here?

Subject 4: The girl takes the bottle from Mac and starts to drink it.

Mac: "those, we crush up into a big cube, then we bury them in the ground forever!!!"

Subject 4: What if I were wearing a disposable diaper?

Mac picks up the girl and places her back into the crib, and then locks the crib.

Mac:  then you'd be put in the compactor and treated like a dirty diaper!

Subject 4: WHY???

Mac: dirty diapers have to be disposed of….

Subject 4: When would you do that, if I were wet? Would I get my diaper changed?

 Suddenly the girl starts to uncontrollably wet her cloth diaper.

Mac:  yes all subjects have to be disposed of ... along with all their things

Subject 4: Why didn't you put plastic pants on me?

Mac bundles up the contents of the pail, and an arm full of the cloth ones on the floor and walks away ignoring the girl.

Mac walks down to the washer. #1 has just finished it's cycle.

Dumping the freshly peed in diapers in front of the machine, he opens the door and takes the finished load out and puts them into the dryer opposite of the washer.

Mac notes that there is a big oil patch on the floor and wipes one of the ones on the floor into the big dirty black patch. with his size 14 boot. The oil wicks into the material as he pushes it down hard, squashing it into the dirty liquid, until the entire thing is covered in black filthy oil.

Mac then kicks it over to the bank of large stationary compactors. The oily diaper lands in the house hold waste compactor where it trips the auto start, and gets squashed into a large pile of black bags that were dumped from Mac’s rear loader earlier. The bags rise up from the compactors ram, and expand, until they burst. The diaper falls on top of the ram and is squashed hard on the front of the ram, then is pushed in but falls back in as the ram pulls back.

Another big load of domestic waste lands on top of it, and it's crushed in . Then is gone forever.

Back at the Diaper Dirtier machine, Mac loads up the diaper pail bag, and rips it ... dumping the pissy pile of wet cloth diapers in then closes it up and presses the start button. The machine fills and starts it's cycle. Behind the machines, #2 is emptying  its thick rubber outlet hose squirts filthy yellow pissy colored water out into the trough

Meanwhile, The subjects in the holding cell are all asleep.

The subjects downstairs are awake and whispering speculations as to where they are and what is going to happen to each of them, each one taking a wild guess as to what is in store for them...the ones that can talk at least.

Walking back up to the nursery, Mac see's the bottles have worked and have knocked out the subjects. (comatose)

Quietly  he walks over to cribs #3, #4 and #5.

 Mac opens up all three of their cribs and finds that the subjects are still dry.

one of the three boys wakes up and rolls over to see why their crib is open.

Mac loads them into a 3-seater stroller and wheels them out to his .. new creation, the diaper dirtier.

Subject 5: HEY! Where are you taking us???

Subject 5: Where are we going?

Mac:"why is your diaper dry?"

Subject 5: I don't know sir

Mac:"you were given bottles ... didn't you drink them????" he asks unpleasantly

Subject 5: Sir, I don't know

Subject 5: I did,  but that milk just made us sleepy.  Said one of the subjects.

Mac:"well if you won't wet your diapers, I will make them wet for you"

Subject 7: How are you going to do that?  asked the subject.

Subject 6: Where are we going? Asked another subject boy.

Mac: (grinning  and wheeling him over to dirtier machine  that looks like a washing machine) looks….FINE! Don't it!!!"

Subject 5: are you going to take us on a walk?

Subject 5: we used to get washed sometimes at the diaper service

Mac:"you've been washed before?"

Subject 5: All three of us

Mac:"when you’re too dirty to be hand cleaned???"

Subject 5: Yes,  along with a large, large load of cloth diapers when we came from the customers, with the loads of dirty diapers, we just got loaded right into the washers.

Mac lifts the subject up and sits him on the edge of the lip of the machine, then pushes the boy in legs first.

Subject 5: HEY!  I don't want to be washed! Let me out sir..please! I don't like it! I’m not dirty!!!  Why are you washing me? I have a clean diaper on???? : Let me out! Let me OUT please sir!!!

Mac pushes in a whole extra load of brand new and clean cloth diapers on top of the boy, along with a AB animal costume. Mac then slams the door shut.

Subject 5: HEY! Those diapers are still clean!!! HEY!  HEY! That thing is still clean!!

Mac: "yeah ... " he punches start "but you sure won't be after this ..."

Subject 5: Those diapers are new!

Subject 5:  HEY!!! That isn't clean water!!!!

The washer tub begins to fill with warm, dirty pissy water

The boy inside sees the dirty water flowing into the tumbler. The water has some left over cum in it too. The cummy, pissy water is flowing into and being absorbed into the costume and brand new cloth diapers.

The boy begs to get out by knocking on the inside part of the washer's window.

Subject 5: HEY! Dirty water is coming into this thing! It stinks in here!!! Let me out will ya????

Subject 5: HEY! SIR!!! Will you let me out????? The boy looks out and sees Mac standing there

Mac looks at the rapidly filling tub , the pile of diapers sits there, as the dirty pissy, cummy water continues to flow into the washer tumbler. Mac admires the brand new cloth diapers being covered in dirty slimy piss waste. The boy bangs on the front washer door window begging to be let out. The other two boys strapped in the stroller start to try to get out and escape because they see what is about to happen to them too.

Subject 5: HEY!!! What are you DOING!

Subject 5:  HEY! Let me out! Will you let me out please????

Once the tumbler fills up to capacity, the tumbler starts up. The boy suddenly gets tossed around inside the washer. The dirty, foamy water soaking into the boy's cloth diapers and the loads of cloth diapers and the costume,  making them dirtier and dirtier.

The boy flops around with diapers hitting him and floating around in the dirty, pissy, cummy water. The first cycle lasts for the next 20 to 25 minutes.

before the dirty, pissy, cummy liquids begin to drain away for the first time

while the cycle of dirty nasty water continues, Mac loads the other boy into the next machine.

Subject 4:  HEY! don't put me in here! STOP IT!  Let me out!!!!

One of the boys tries to stop Mac from putting him into the washer by putting his feet in the way

HEY! STOP IT!! Let go of me!!!  Let the others out!! I don't want to get dirty!!! YUCK!! NASTY!

Subject 4: Why are you making all of us dirty????

Mac pushes hard and forces him in anyway, then closes the door, then starts the second diaper dirtier. Then, Mac unstraps and loads the other boy and another load of clean cloth diapers as well as six dozen brand new cloth diapers that he had just taken out of the packages that he had just then ripped open and then put the diapers into the washer, shutting the door tightly.

Mac: "hehehehe ... because it's fun"

The one boy in the third washer likes being in the washer. He finds it to be a nice place to be.

It turns him on so much that it makes him cum VERY hard into his cloth diaper as his washer fills up mid way.

Mac notes the boy's good reaction

The subject in washer 2 keeps begging to be let out.  He finally relaxes some and then pisses his diaper a TON!

 Just before the water level is reached and the cycle starts,  the subject in washer 1 is about to enter into the rinse cycle that is spraying the diapers and him with more dirty, pissy, cummy water. The spin cycle starts with the boy all covered in wet, pissy, cummy dirty diapers all over him and even his face as he is forced onto his back as the spin cycle begins and speeds up.

The liquids continue to spray all of the diapers in washer 1 for a bit until they stop and the spin cycle continues. The subject in washer 2 begins to realize what he is in for.

He lays back onto his back and the diapers start to get tossed around inside the washer tumbler.

 He lets the machine do its work at least for now.

The subject in washer 3 has cum so hard he starts to get sleepy  and slightly groggy.

 As the tumbler in washer 1 starts to slow down and stop for the last soaking cycle, the boy inside gets up and comes to the window to beg to be let out.

Subject 5: HEY! Can you let me out now sir???? PLEASE????

Mac looks in at the boy and shakes his head

Subject 5: Why not?  Can I get out??? My cycle is almost done now isn't it?

 Mac stands up, presses the stop button, but doesn't open the door. Instead he just looks in

Subject 5: (After the water drains away).....you will let me out won't you?

Subject 5: (In Washer 1) HEY!!! Time to get me out now!!

Mac:  "not dirty enough!" Mac then presses start button again, resetting the cycle.

Subject 5: There is still a lot of dirty water in here...see? The boy splashes some against the door

the cycle starts back up and begins to fill the tumbler again.

Subject 5: HEY!!!  Let me out sir!!! My diapers are dirty now! See? The dirty water in here? The boy splashes some against the door again

 (Grinning;) Mac looks at the boy ... his diapers are soaked ... and almost hanging off him.

 Then the machine starts the cycle again and he's knocked over onto his back again.

Mac: "swim boy ... swim"

 The adult baby boy tumbles around inside the diaper dirtier with the soaking wet diapers slapping him all over his body and his face.

Mac then leaves for the night and goes home, closing and locking the gates to the junk yard and landfill. One of Mac’s Employees asks what they should do with the loads in the diaper dirtiers:

Mac: “NO! Don’t worry about them! The boys can sleep suffering,  soaked in their nasty diapers for the night!”

The cycles end, the boys are still in the washers for the whole night until Mac and his crew come in at 8:00 am the next morning.  By the time Mac and his crew come back in the next morning,

the diapers are still soaked, and they have started to dry out a little bit.

Mac: mac watches, as the terrified boy wets the diaper he's in even more

Mac: "yeah ... see what happened with that last lad ... at the end of that tube ... lies a huge massive get of teeth"

Subject from Crib # 4: Can you just take me over to the landfill???

Mac: "they crush *EVERYTHING* .... "

Subject from Crib # 4: NOOOOO! I am going to get crushed????

Subject from Crib # 4: PLEASE DON'T!!! PLEASE!!!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: Just take me over to your landfill!!!

Mac: "depends ... do you think you can out run it? ... if memory serves you can't run at *all*"

Subject from Crib # 4: What do you mean? outrun it? I can't even walk!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: I was never taught how!!!

Mac: "such a pity that ... " mac taunts

Subject from Crib # 4: Can you please dry me now and then toss me into your landfill?

Subject from Crib # 4: I promise I will do whatever you want....

Mac: *mac wheels a big laundry bucket in front of the machine*

Subject from Crib # 4: My diapers are soaking wet and I need a change!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: Can you change me please sir????

Mac: *and punches the door release*

Subject from Crib # 4: The door flies open

Subject from Crib # 4: Subject from machine 2: AHHHHH! Fresh air!!!

Mac: the machine springs forward and dumps the load complete with the lad into the big bucket

Subject from Crib # 4: The boy lands between piles of diapers, right in the middle.

Subject from Crib # 4: His head is the only thing sticking out

Mac: *mac picks up one of the diapers and squeezes it*

Mac: "you see this .... liquid gold to me" ...*he wrings the sodden diaper out over the boy's head"

Subject from Crib # 4: UUUUHHHHH! (Coughing and choking a little bit) Yes....

Subject from Crib # 4: I feel that yucky stuff all over me too! EEEEW! It stinks!!!

Mac: "pure recycled diaper juce ..."

Mac: "I have no idea what they want it for, but it's a  market, and a market that pays *big* ..."

Subject from Crib # 4: OK, why are you disposing of me then?

Subject from Crib # 4: wouldn't it be better to keep me around so that I can make more?

Subject from Crib # 4: PLEASE!! Don't dispose of me!! I beg you....!

Mac: "I could .... but keep you over 30 days, and I'd have to adopt" ... "and I can get plenty more of you any time I want ... "

Mac: "so ... got to keep the production line moving"

Subject from Crib # 4: NO! Please!! Don't dispose of me!!

Subject from Crib # 4: I don't WANT to be disposed of!!!!

Mac: *mac picks up a big arm full of mushy diapers*

Mac: *and dumps them into the dryer opposite*

Subject from Crib # 4: What are you going to do with the diapers and I after they go into teh drier???

Subject from Crib # 4: PLEASE!!! Let me stay here!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE??????

Mac: "you go where your put" *mac picks up the rest of the load, and pushes them hard into the dryer*

Subject from Crib # 4: PLEASE don't shred me and my diapers!!!

Mac: *the boy at the bottom of the dripping wet cart, starts to cry*

Subject from Crib # 4: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Subject from Crib # 4: PLEASE!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Subject from Crib # 4: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Subject from Crib # 4: CHANGE ME!!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Mac: *mac picks him up and cuddles him in his big arms*

Mac: "now shush ..."

Subject from Crib # 4: The boy slows down and starts to stop crying

Subject from Crib # 4: the boy then stops crying, but his chest is still heaving from crying

Subject from Crib # 4: tears are still rolling out of his eyes.

Mac: "thats better" "now lets get you drying" ... "he pushes the boy gently into the big dryer, and clips the door shut"

Subject from Crib # 4: I.....don't want...to be....dis...posed...of....

Mac: *before pressing go*

Subject from Crib # 4: The boy starts to flop around in the drier

Subject from Crib # 4: The diapers hitting him all over his body

(It's only 8:00 am when Mac has come in to open the yard up and get things all warmed up)

 All of the subjects in the holding cell are wet now, some of them so wet, that they are leaking pee down their legs as they lay in their cribs

 ONE subject in crib number 2 is still wearing their disposable diaper with six booster pads in it and a onesie and a pair of nice white socks

His diaper is now soaked and leaking some. The crib sheets have a very large wet spot in them

Mac opens up the door to the holding cell and walks in and undoes the lock of crib #2.

Subject in Crib 2: HEY! Who are you? Asks the boy.

Mac looks down then Mac answers gruffly;

Mac: "are you wet boy?"

Subject from crib # 2: yes, I am VERY wet...I needed a diaper change yesterday!

Mac: "awww" he says scarcastically

Subject from crib # 2: I am thirsty too can I have a bottle please sir?

Mac walks over and grabs a bottle and shoves it into the boys mouth.

Subject from crib # 2: Thank you sir....

The boy starts to drink the bottle. As the boy starts to drink the bottle, the boy immediately starts to feel funny all over

Subject from crib # 2: HEY! What is in this milk?

while the boy is drinking, Mac pushes him over on to his front and feel his heavy wet diaper.

Subject from crib # 2: It's making me feel....sleepy

Mac: "drink it boy, it'll make you sleep"

The boy continues to drink and he is SO thirsty, that he nearly guzzles the milk! The bottle is almost 1/4 of the way empty now.

Mac reaches under and lifts the boy up and carries him over in his big arms, then lays him down, onto the boy’s back, on the changing table.

Suddenly, the boy drops the bottle and falls into a very, very deep, drugged slumber

With Mac grinning, he pushes the comatose boy onto his back then undoes the onesie.

The subject’s  butt is soaked through with piss, so Mac wriggles the young man out of it.

Mac drops the garment on to the smelly floor.

All of the other subjects are watching Mac closely. They start to whisper to each other

Mac opens up the tabs of the subjects diaper and pull the front down.

The boy must be having good dreams as he's sporting a big errection. The boy's penis gets rock hard and stands up. Mac feels around, and rubs his ball sac, then fingers his ass crack to see if he's clean ... he is ... just very, very wet.

The “special formula" the boy drank wears off in only 10 to 15 minutes since he only drank a little bit. it will leave him very, very groggy though

Despite the errection, the boy is clearly incontinent, as his penis leaks urine

Mac pushes a finger up his butt hole and fingers his prostate. This makes his cock jump more, but still leaks piss.

Mac: "nah ... he's no good! Might as well give him a nice sent off though!" Mac begins to very gently, rub his little penis. The boy groans

 Subject from Crib # 2:  uuuuh....what....what...what, what are you doing to me...sir?

....uh....what...what..what is happening?

Mac: "yeah you like that you little perv????" Mac: "giving you your last wank, before I send ya off boy" *rubs harder*

Subject from crib # 2: where are you taking me????

Mac: "since your completely incontinent, and you’re no good to anyone, it's time for your disposal!!!"

The boy starts to breath harder and harder......he is just about to cum when....the boy suddenly looks up at Mac with horror.

Mac pulls his finger out and sniffs it.

Subject from crib # 2: You are going to...dispose of me????

 Mac: yeah boy ... your toast

Subject from crib # 2: HUH????? NO! I'm NOT disposable!!!

Mac: you remember your mommy’s  lovely minivan?

Subject from crib # 2: yes???

Mac: I'm gonna crush it ... with you in the middle (rubs the AB boy’s dick even harder)

Subject from crib # 2: NO! I don't want to be crushed! NO! NO! Please sir....don't crush me sir...pretty please?????

The boy starts to breath harder and faster

Mac: …yeah, you like that don't ya boy?

Subject from crib # 2: uh....uh....uh....uh...yes....yes...

Mac: I'm gonna crush you whole

Subject from crib # 2: oh...yea........

Mac: See?  Your totally mine

Subject from crib # 2: Uh, uh! OH! OH! OOOOOOOOOH! UHHHHH!

 The boy cums REALLY, REALLY hard and lots and lots of cum pops out of the boy's penis.

some of the cum squirts onto Mac's uniform right near the third button down on the front.

Mac: mmm!  Good boy!

Mac picks up the boy’s filthy pissy wet diaper and smears it all over the boy’s belly to soak up the cum, then wipes the milky mess off his work shirt.

Mac chucks the old soaked diaper over to the overflowing pail.

Mac then grabs a nice fresh diaper from the new pile and walks back.

Already he's leaked more piss. lifting the Adult baby boy’s legs,  Mac raises his butt up and slips the new diaper under. Then he shakes a big load of powder all over his butt crack, and then he works it into the wet skin. Next, Mac pulls the front of the diaper up and securely tapes the diaper on.

Mac: hmm

Subject from crib # 2: hey! I don't want to be disposed of!!!

Subject from crib # 2: can you save me?

Mac reaches up to the tool shelf, not wanting the diaper to come off, he grabs the duck tape and wraps some around his belly, holding the diaper on tightly. Ripping the end with his teeth, Mac pats that end piece on.

Mac: "nah ... told ya, you’re useless"

Subject from crib # 2: but, but, but....please?

Mac: "crushing time ..."

Then Mac picks him up and lifts him over my broad shoulder, holding him on one handed, by his diapered butt.

Subject from crib # 2: waaaaa!

Mac walks out of the door ... the boy starts to whimper and cry. Mac doesn't care.

Subject from crib # 2: waaaaa!

Subject from crib # 2: waaaaa!

Subject from crib # 2: put me down! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Mac: "you can cut that out too!!!!

Mac drops him to the ground. The boy tried to stand up, but is still too out of it

Mac laughs as the boy falls back down on his ass.

Subject from crib # 2: hey!

 picking him up, Mac holds the boy upright, and spanks his butt for complaining.

Mac: *wack* *wack* *wack* powder starts to burst out the boys legs from the diaper… *wack* *wack*

Subject from crib # 2: waaaaa! waaaaaa!

Subject from crib # 2: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Then Mac throws the boy over his shoulder and walks over to the gutted minivan.

Subject from crib # 2: Put...me....down! Stop it!!!  I don't WANT to be disposed of!! let go of me!

The boy kicks Mac in the shin

Mac: "you little fuck"

Subject from crib # 2: Please let me go!!!

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!!! What are all of these packs of new diapers doing in here??? HEY! there are open wet diapers in here! STOP IT!!!

Mac grabs him, one hand on his arm, one hand on his flailing leg and throws him into the wet diaper pile inside the van.

Subject from crib # 2: Put....me DOWN I said!!!

Mac then throws a load of more AB clothes into the van.

Subject from crib # 2: HEY! Stop that!!!

Subject from crib # 2: what are you doing!!!!DON"T!

Subject from crib # 2: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Mac: See? Remember all this .. that’s your stuff ... your mommy picked all that out didn't she? Mac taunts

Mac: it's all scrap now! Nothing but junk

Subject from crib # 2: My plastic pants!!! Leave them alone!!!

Mac tosses in a particularly wet diaper, and the diaper lands on his head and slides off  down to his belly.

Subject from crib # 2: uh!

Subject from crib # 2: Stop throwing wet diapers at ME!!!

Subject from crib # 2: HEY! Stop that!!!

Subject from crib # 2: MOMMY!!!!

Mac: Aww little pathetic bed wetter wants his mommy does he?

Subject from crib # 2: I don't want to be disposed of!!!

Mac throws his soaked sheets in too then his pacifier.

Subject from crib # 2: MOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY!

The boy starts to dizzily attempt to crawl out of the van.

Mac: no you don't!!! Mac then stomps on the boys foot.

Subject from crib # 2: 'OUCH! Get your foot off of me!!!

Subject from crib # 2: Stop that!!!

Mac: going somewhere?

The boy jerks his leg trying to get free.

Mac: (Calling over to Daz) daz ...

Mac: (daz walks over) fill this up with the wet disposables and don't let him out!!!!

Subject from crib # 2: WAAAAAA!

Subject from crib # 2: WAAAAAAAAAA!

Subject from crib # 2: Let go of me! I don't want to be disposed of!!!

The boy sits up on his butt then the boy tries to crawl out or scoot out on his thickly diapered butt

 Daz grunts and goes off to the wet bin, and comes back with a huge stack of nasty smelly wet disposable diapers.

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!!!!

Every time  the boy makes a run for it, Mac pushes the boy back in.

Subject from crib # 2: What are you doing with all of those???

Mac: these? (Mac laughs) ... I'm gonna make you into a nice clean diaper ... but 1st we squeeze them ... Mac squashes one in his meaty hand ... the gunk drips down onto the boy's head

Subject from crib # 2: EEEEW! HEY! Let me out!!!!

The boy tries to scoot out on his diapered butt

Mac: going somewhere? Mac kicks him back in.

Subject from crib # 2: What? You can't turn me into a disposable diaper!!!

Mac rubs the goo all down the boy’s face.

Subject from crib # 2: STOP TI!!!

Mac: heheh ... yeah? watch me ...

Subject from crib # 2: EEEW, (spitting the gels out of his mouth)

 DON"T!!! Why did you toss my nice, clothing in here?

Mac slams the door shut and continues to fill it up through the broken rear window until the boy's head is only just visible

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!!! Stop putting those stinky wet diapers in here!

Subject from crib # 2: Get these things off of me!!!

Subject from crib # 2: NOOOOOOO!

Subject from crib # 2: These diapers are heavy!

Subject from crib # 2: They stink!

Subject from crib # 2: Can I have some of my cloth diapers sir????

Subject from crib # 2: My wet ones????

Subject from crib # 2: I also want some of my clean ones too!

Subject from crib # 2: Can I have my plushies sir????

Subject from crib # 2: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Subject from crib # 2: I'm NOT disposable!!!!

Subject from crib # 2: I can't help it if I wet my diapers!!!

Mac throws the boy’s teddy bear in on top.

Subject from crib # 2: GEE! Thanks...

Subject from crib # 2: but I can't reach it!

Subject from crib # 2: All of these diapers are holding me down!!!

Subject from crib # 2: They are too heavy!!!!

Subject from crib # 2: Get me out of here!!!

Subject from crib # 2: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Subject from crib # 2: I'm not trash!!!!

Mac waves daz over with the fork lift.

Subject from crib # 2: Why are you backing away!!!

Subject from crib # 2: HEY! What is that big thing???

Mac then climbs into the cab of the big onsite crusher and starts its engine

Subject from crib # 2: HEY! What is that other loud thing???

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!

Subject from crib # 2: please...I promise...

Subject from crib # 2: I will cum more!!!

Subject from crib # 2: See????

The boy suddenly flips over to his tummy and then starts to rub the front of his clean, disposable diaper against the rest of the wet open liners of the wet disposable diapers resting against him

Daz drops the minivan into the crusher with a very loud clang.

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!

Subject from crib # 2: Stop that!!!

Mac: "bye bye bet wetter" Mac shouts.  Then Mac pushes the start button.

The boy suddenly cums hard and lots! the cum almost fills the whole front of the boy's diaper

Subject from crib # 2: STOOOOOOPPPPP!

Subject from crib # 2: NOOOOOOO!

The inside of the minivan is all metal like a delivery van, no windows in the sides

 The inside is stuffed and crammed to the roof with packages of unopened clean disposable diapers and now also with wet disposable diapers, a crib sheet, a plushie the boy can't reach.

The dashboard even has a couple of packages of unopened green disposable diapers that have been made out of old recycled cloth diapers.

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!!!

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!!! Stop this!!!

The diapers get mashed into his face and body!!!

Subject from crib # 2: Hey!!!

Subject from crib # 2: Stop that!!!

Subject from crib # 2: Let me out!! The roof is caving in!!!

Subject from crib # 2: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Subject from crib # 2: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Subject from crib # 2: QUIT IT!!!

Subject from crib # 2: I'm NOT disposable!!!!

Subject from crib # 2: HEY! HELP ME!!!!!

Subject from crib # 2: STOP CRUSHING ME!!!!

The roof continues to slowly cave in….the crusher lid closes up, and starts to push on the roof…..

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!!!

Subject from crib # 2: It's dark in here and the roof is caving in!!!

Pushing it sideways, it crumples and groans

Subject from crib # 2: STOP THAT!!

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!!!

Subject from crib # 2:WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Subject from crib # 2: OUCH!

Next,  the other lid folds over and pushes the center down, folding the center line of the van in until it must be near touching the floor.

Subject from crib # 2: The walls keep pushing in!

Subject from crib # 2: HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Subject from crib # 2: My diapers!!!

Subject from crib # 2: STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!

Subject from crib # 2: UH!

The boy looses consciousness, his arms flop down and his head is being mashed by the diapers. Next, both flaps close up and the van is pushed in from both sides at once

The floor buckles and the wheels burst as the pressure mashes the entire thing in to a big log

The boy's diapers begin to bunch up and press harder and harder against the boy. The boy's diaper bursts,  the mostly dry paper fluff bursts out of a hole in the plastic of the boy's diaper. The boy had wet & cum into his diaper right before the roof caved in, soaking it completely. The lid opens as the crusher finishes its final crushing cycle.

The pee runs out of the van's floor.  The pee from the other diapers runs out, dripping out of the van. Mac looks in ... ... a whole bunch of diapers seem to have exploded out the back of the now squashed up van. The diaper gels ooze like pissy honey from the van and a mixture of piss and goo is running out and into the collecting pan from the hole in the middle of the boy's diaper in the crotch.  The boy's cum starts to trickle and ooze down the back bumper.

Mac: "let’s make a pie out of this omelet" Mac smiles  then pushes the end ram start button.

The lids fold shut again" The boy was laying flat on his back when he got pinned under all of the diapers. The boy's plushie has also burst, the ram pushes in ... more gunk and piss gushes out as the van is crushed into its final cube. The boy's legs are pushed upwards as the back of the van begins to fold up and crush inwards. The boy's legs start to stick out of the smashed up rear door.

The boy's legs now are draped over the window's edge and are crushed against the outside of the door, as the van is further cubed. MORE and more pee runs out of the van and more of the boy's cum trickles and oozes out of the van. The end ram pushes in ... the dial on the crusher for the pressure starts to rise. The boy's chest pops open. As the ram pushes further in ... more gunk flows, a snapping and gurgling noise is heard.

The boy's disposable diaper gets pressed against what used to be the inner door panel, right where the window used to be.

Mac pushes the leaver to override and pushes in harder!

The boy's legs pop and the bones pop out, fluids run down the crushed up rear of the van

Mac sees red blood gushing out knows he's done...Mac releases the leaver

Mac pushes the eject button, and the machine pushes the entire sticky load out the end hatch, and it lands with a muffled clang, into the big pit of already wrecked and crushed vans.

Mean while, back in the downstairs nursery,

One of Mac's new employees that he sent down there to "babysit" the 6 subjects,

calls on the radio;

 John: John to Mac......Come in... “John to Mac, come in” The employee waits for Mac to respond....

Mac picks up the radio from my belt ..

Mac: "yo" Mac replies

John: Hey, what do you want to do with these subjects? They are all complaining that their diapers are wet? Should I start changing their diapers or leave them until you get here?

Mac:"easy ... grab one at a time, and put another layer on top" .. "do not let any escape .."

John: "Ok, will do...." when are they getting done???" asks John over the radio

John: I could let Daz take one after I get done changing them at 2:00 today?

Mac: "just got one last job down here"

John: Ok, john, over and out

Mac walks around to the pit, admiring his handy work

Mac:"mmm twisted metal…..check, totally squashed diapers….check, kid ... gone….check"

John takes subject 11 from their crib, carries them to a changing table and lays them down on it

Mac walks back up to the nursery

John: "You are not getting changed, I am just going to put a nice, thick, comfy disposable diaper over you wet diapers for now...ok little one? Says john

Subject 11: But WHY???? Can't I get my diaper changed? I'm wet!!! says the boy.

John: No, sorry, I have orders to put a disposable diaper over your wet cloth diapers.  Explains John to the boy

Subject 11:  But...but...

John:  NO and, ifs and or BUTTS, about it boy!

John:  Now let me put this thick diaper with booster pads in it, on you so I can put you back into your crib!!!

Then John puts the diaper under the boy, then pulls the diaper up and fastens the tapes

John: “THERE!! It's a little loose, but it will stay on ya!” Says John as she lifts the boy and carries him over to his crib and puts him back in. Then john lowers the crib top and locks it again

Mac looks over at john diapering the boy

John:  Hi Mac, I just got done diapering one of these subjects and now I still need to check the others.

 John can see that there are big, wet spots in the crib sheets

John: MAN! These twins here are soaked!

Mac goes over and picks up the other twin Their clothing is soaking through!

Subjects 12 looks up at Mac as Mac Picks her up.

Subject 12:: Hey sir? I need my diaper changed.

Mac: OK John, you put a new sheet in, I'll check this one

John: Ok...will do

John:  What do you want me to do with the old sheet? Asks John.

Mac: "….Just chuck it in the pile over there ... we'll use 'em for yard rags later"

Mac: "hey you" who's used their diaper then ... and then some

Subject 12: Mine is leaking sir

Then all of the Subjects start to complain but one

John: Ok  says john

Mac: shut up!!!!! Mac Yells.

Taking the old sheet off, tossing it onto the floor then John walks over to the metal cabinet, opens it, takes out a new clean crib sheet and then closes the cabinet then walks over to the crib unfolding the sheet. Then John puts the new sheet on. The room goes quiet

All of the subjects just look at Mac

Mac: "better" Mac Mutters. Then Mac puts another thick disposable diaper with 2 boosters in it under the subject he has.

Subject 12: Hey sir? why aren't you changing my diaper?

Subject 12:  Why are you putting a clean one over my wet ones???

Mac: "because young missy ... we paid for ya to make messy diapers ... and we pay by weight, it’s not for your comfort, just my profit!

Subject 12: Weight?  So...Why is that so...important? I have three layers of wet cloth diapers on here, and now you are adding this thick, bulky disposable diaper? Huh? I don't understand sir....

What is this place???

Mac: the more you soak, the more I get

Mac: this? this is my scrap yard

Subject 12: Scrap yard???? Why am I here at a scrap yard? Does that mean that you are selling me? What happens at a scrap yard?

Mac: Scrap yard ... means where stuff goes that nobody wants anymore!

Subject 12: Does that mean that nobody wants me?

Mac: we take the good parts and sell 'em ... we take the rest and crush it as small as possible

Subject 12:  Crush it?

Mac: That’s right missy!!! Your mom sold all of you to me!!!

Subject 12: Then, what are you going to do to us??? What happens to us????

Why are there so many old unrolled wet disposable diapers all over the place?

Mac: ah we have a big machine that takes all them and makes them into a nice big cube

Subject 12: A CUBE!!!! We are getting cubed???

Mac: your gonna wet as much as you can for me!!!

Subject 12: Ok....

Subject 12: We all heard those loud machines outside and we heard all of those screams and cries...what was going on?

Mac: yeah ... remember the boy in there ... (Mac points at crib#2)

Subject 12:  Yea???

Mac: I turned him into pulp with a big load of his used diapers!!! (Mac laughs)

Subject 12:  But....but....but...I don't WANT....to be cubed!!!Is there some way that I don't have to be cubed?

Mac: nope, tough!!!!

Subject 12: When are you going to do us? 

Mac: tomorrow I reckon

Subject 12: What is all that noise upstairs??? We all heard loud cries and the sounds of footsteps.....and the crying got softer and softer and we all heard the sounds of washing machines at work too!

Mac looks at john

John: Hey Boss, I can do some of those subjects upstairs if you like?  If you let me, I can do two of the subjects upstairs and we can save these for later.....

Mac grins.

Meanwhile, John starts to change the rest of the subjects, tossing their wet and some messy cloth diapers onto the floor. The 96 gallon trash bins and laundry bins are overflowing with wet and dirty diapers. Then, John leaves the upstairs holding cell once he has changed the remaining subject’s diapers, and goes downstairs to the holding nursery to change the three remaining twin’s diapers and the two sister’s diapers too. John goes to the first twin’s crib and lowers the side, then takes the twin out and carries them over to the diaper changing table.

Twin 2: HEY! Who are you and where are you taking me?

John: I am John, I was told to come down and put a disposable diaper over your cloth diapers if you were only wearing cloth diapers and change the disposable diaper if you already have cloth diapers on underneath.

Twin 2: I heard that we are going to get disposed of….is that true?

John: Yes…it is.

Twin 2: How are we all going to get disposed of?

John: Well, it’s up to Mac. He decides how each of you will get disposed of at the time when he comes to pick one of you. ALL I know is that you will each get crushed or flushed or those of you in disposables, might get compacted or crushed by our crusher along with a bunch of dirty diapers and other trash! If any of you are still wearing clothing, your clothing WILL…get stripped off of you at the time you are being disposed of. Mac also likes to put all of you into some kind of machine that sort of “squeezes your diapers, like a juicer….getting the diaper juices out first before he tosses you into the crusher or compactor. He wants to make sure that all of your diapers are nice and soaking wet first….to the point of leaking so that he can “juice” your diapers. That is why some of you that are wearing cloth diapers, will only get the disposable diaper that over your cloth diapers, changed. He wants to be sure that your diapers are soaked well before he sends any of you to the crusher.

Twin 2: OK sir. Well, just so that you know, I just want to get this over with. I don’t know about my other twins, but I want to get disposed of already. I am ready when it is time. I will just go willingly to be disposed of.

John: WELL! I will note that in your charts. Mac still needs to inspect each of you before he decides to dispose of you. He MIGHT decide to use you for one last task before he throws you away. He might, or might not…that will be totally up to him, right now, your tasks are,  to wet as many diapers as you can until he comes to take one or two of you away.

Twin 2: What happened to my first twin? I haven’t seen him in a long time now?

John: Oh him? He was disposed of in one of the large Diaper delivery vans that your mom and dad sold to us along with a bunch of clean and dirty cloth diapers.

Twin 2: He was? How did they do him?

John: Well, your mom and dad left him in one of the vans, when they brought him in from picking him up at one of the last customer’s homes. They also picked up a few of the diapers the few customer’s still had and then once the van came here, Mac decided to go ahead and crush it without even stripping any of the parts off. He checked inside to see if there was anything that might need to be taken out but he didn’t take anything or anyone out, he loaded more disposable and cloth diapers into the van then shut the doors and locked them. Then, he had the van loaded into the crusher and it was crushed into a cube. From where I was standing, I heard him scream and cry and beg to be taken out until he was loaded into the crusher and then well, he has been disposed of. That van is probably on its way to the shredder by now.

Twin 2: When will I be taken to be disposed of?

John: I don’t know. Mac does have a plan to dispose of you and all of the others but I think he is just waiting until enough of your diapers are wet and a few messy before he takes any of you. He still has 6 other subjects like you to dispose of upstairs. They all are wearing nothing but cloth diapers and plastic pants right now. He has had some of their plastic pants taken off and tossed onto the floor near the trash can that is overflowing up there. He won’t let anyone take any of the wet and messy diapers out or pick them up off the floors either. He wants the place to be as messy as it can be.

Twin 2: Will I get to wear a nice thick disposable diaper when I get disposed of?

John: I think so…I know that he waits until he knows that your diaper is soaked and leaking before taking that subject out to be disposed of. Thick or not, if you are wearing a disposable diaper, you WILL be first to be disposed of. If you are wearing cloth diapers, I suppose he wants to let the diapers dry out some then get wet a few times before he decides to dispose of you and your diapers.

Then John finishes twin 2’s diaper change and tosses the wet disposable diaper from the subject’s chest to the floor then picks the subject up and carries him back to his crib.

Twin 2: When will the sheets in here be changed?

John: They aren’t going to be. Mac wants all of the sheets to be as wet and smelly as they can get because I think he plans to dispose of them and the mattress when each of you get disposed of.

Ok, your next diaper change will be in a day or two…sorry…I can’t come and change diapers any sooner than that. I really don’t care what you do in your cribs, but when Mac comes in here, I am almost positive he will be taking one of you from either upstairs or down stairs….to be disposed of. Here…here is a bottle and here…here is a bottle of water….he wants you as wet as you can be…you’d better wet your diapers or he might come in and MAKE you wet them somehow! Then John raised the side and then lowered the locking top and then went over to Twin 3’s crib to check his diaper.

John: Looks like you don’t need a diaper change yet. I can see a small wet spot and I know your cloth diapers, all of them, are probably soaking wet, and you’ve probably been that way for a while, and I also know that you probably have a bad diaper rash too! But Mac told me to leave any of you in your diapers that aren’t that wet yet. He wants all of your diapers to be nice and soaking wet, leaking even, before he will let me change you. So any of you whose diapers are soaking wet, please let me know now or stay that way for another few more days.

Two subjects spoke up and john went over to look at their diapers.

The oldest sister’s diaper was soaked and had leaked a lot onto the crib sheets and the crib mattress so John raised the locking top and lowered the side and then lifted the girl up and then carried her over to the diaper changer to get her diaper changed.

Once the girl was laid onto the changer, John began to unfasten her disposable diaper that was over the three wet layered cloth diapers. He pulled the diaper down and then out from under her then dropped the wet diaper onto the girl’s chest, causing some of the wetness to splatter onto the girl’s face and chest. Some of the wetness began to run down the girl’s chest and down along her left side while john took one of the packages of disposable diapers and took one of the diapers out and began to open it, getting it ready to put on over her already soaking wet cloth diapers.

Girl from crib 5: You aren’t going to change my cloth diapers?

John: NOPE! I was told not to take your wet cloth diapers off but to just put a nice, clean comfy disposable diaper over them.

Girl from crib 5: Why won’t you change my cloth diapers?

John: Probably because Mac is getting ready to take one of you out for disposal and he wants you all to wet your disposable diapers, as much as you can before he does.

Then john slides the diaper under the girl and then pulls it up and then fastens the tapes on each side.

John: I know that most of you have bad diaper rashes, but you won’t need to suffer for too much longer. Mac said he might send a few of you through a special machine we call “The diaper juicer” before you get disposed of. It’s a machine that we use to squeeze your diapers of their “juices” before you and the juiced diapers go to either a crusher or to a trash compactor.

I also heard that Mac wants to send a few of you into some machine that soakes your diapers more before they get “juiced”. I can’t say exactly how Mac will dispose of each of you, but he DOES have plans to dispose of each of you in some way. Either the crusher or a trash compactor after he is done with “Juicing” your diapers.

Girl from crib 5: I am going to get disposed of??? I don’t WANT to be disposed of and I don’t want to be Juiced!!!

John: too bad!!! It isn’t UP to me! I just work here and get a paycheck! I do what I am told and then I go home. Mac doesn’t care about you….he just wants to get the most amount of weight and the most amount of liquids out of each of you before he decides to dispose of you!

Girl from Crib 5: Is he going to dispose of everything of mine?

John: YEP! Everything! Your clothing, your left over clean disposable diapers, all of the cloth diapers your mom and dad sold us, and anything else he wants to get rid of too!

Girl from Crib 5: NO! NOT my favorite outfit that I am wearing!!! NOT my teddy bear!!!

John: YEP! All of that too! I think even the crib sheets and mattress too, but we’ll see when it comes time!

Then once John is done changing the girl, he tosses the girl’s soaking wet diaper to the floor next to her crib in the small pile that is forming near the crib’s headboard where the girl will have to smell her wet diapers until she gets disposed of.

Then John picks the girl up and carries her back over to her crib and puts her in, raises the side and then lowers and locks the top. Then John goes over to the girl in crib 4. John checks her diaper for wetness. Seeing that she doesn’t needs changed just yet, he leaves her alone and then walks out and goes back upstairs to the ground level to go back out to the junkyard to go strip a few cars before they get crushed. Once John was done stripping a few of the cars of parts they they were going to sell, Mac told John to go into the upstairs holding cell and dispose of as many of the subjects as he could in any way he wanted to. John looked at Mac as Mac walked back out to the crusher to finish off a few other vehicles that had been fully packed with nothing but soaking wet cloth diapers.

John then goes back to the holding cell upstairs and then stands there, looking at the subjects that are in there still.

In John’s mind, he is trying to pick out which ones he wants to dispose of and how they are going to get done.

John then walks over to crib number 6. The subject in there is a boy, wearing three layered cloth diapers that are slightly wet. John takes the subject out, picks him up and carries him over to the diaper changing table to check his cloth diapers. John finds that the boy is wearing some plastic pants over his cloth diapers so John decides to remove the plastic pants and put on a disposable diaper instead. John opens a nice, super thick disposable diaper and then lifts the boy’s butt up to slide the diaper under and then he lowers the boy’s butt into the disposable diaper. Then John pulls the front of the diaper between the boy’s legs and then begins to fasten the tapes on each side. The boy looks up at John and then says:

Boy from crib 6: Why are you putting that disposable diaper over my cloth diapers?

John: Because, I have to wash your plastic pants later on….besides, where you are going, you aren’t going to need your plastic pants any more.

Boy from crib 6: What do you mean sir? What are you going to do with me?

John: I have been told to dispose of you today. I don’t question orders from my boss. He is the one who owns you and your things….he told me to get rid of you and everything of yours. He doesn’t care how I do that…he just wants to make you weigh as much as you can and get you as dirty as you can before you are disposed of.

Boy from crib 6: But, but I don’t want to be disposed of!!! Please sir…don’t dispose of me!!!

John: NOPE! Sorry…I have to! Once I am done changing you…you are going out with the dirty diapers and other trash! Once I take you out to be disposed of, I can’t take you back! I am going to bring a couple of others out to our holding cage where we temporarily keep our subjects until we are ready for them.

Boy from crib 6: PLEASE, PLEASE no…don’t! I promise…I’ll be good!

John: Sorry I said…if you keep THIS up….you will be disposed of faster! Instead of me waiting for a bit, you’ll be put in first! Now SHUT IT!! I know those wet cloth diapers aren’t that comfortable but too bad! That is what you will be wearing when you are disposed of!

Then John finishes changing the boy and then puts him down onto his feet and then takes him by the right hand and then starts to drag the boy out of the holding cell, down the stairs then out of the office area and then outside to the dirt of the yard.

Boy from crib 6: NO! STOP! I don’t WANT to be disposed of! Stop it, STOP IT!!! Let go of me! Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

John just ignores the boy as the boy resists and tries to stop walking. John just turns his head and starts to drag the resisting boy further out to the area of the yard that has the stationary compactors. At the stationary compactors, there are two other men working there, and there is a long line of trash carts and full 96 gallon wheelie bins. The quite a few of the bins have mostly office and household trash in them but then at least 3 of the bins are over stuffed with nothing but diapers. Two of the trash carts are full of nothing but clean and dirty cloth diapers and some plastic pants. Two other carts are over stuffed with clean and dirty disposable diapers.

John hauls the resisting boy over to some holding cages that look like the large Dog cages used to keep a large dog in and forces the boy into the cage then quickly closes the door and latches it so that the boy can’t get out.

John: Now boy….I will be back to get you out…when we are ready for you. Until then, you’d better think about wetting your diaper more!!!

Then John walks back to the office then goes up to the holding area to go and get another subject ready to be disposed of.

John goes over to crib #7 where there is a girl inside wearing a soaking wet disposable diaper with six booster pads inside of her diaper and six layered and overlapping cloth diapers on. (Three layered cloth diapers in the back of her diaper and three layered cloth diapers in the front). She has on a onesie and a pair of pants with no zipper or buttons…pull-on pants with elastics.

John takes her out and sees that she has leaked heavily. And there is a large wet spot in the crib sheets. John takes the girl out and makes her stand next to him while he takes the sheets off and tosses them into one of the trash carts with the wet and dirty cloth and disposable diapers.

Then he takes the crib mattress and puts it into the trash cart too with the crib sheet. Then John takes the girl and then reaches under her arms and then lifts her up and into the trash cart too. Then John begins to wheel the cart outside. The cart was at the bottom of the stairs, waiting to be taken to be emptied.

John pushes the cart outside despite the girl’s protests.

Girl from crib # 7: What are you doing?

John: I am taking all of this stuff to be disposed of…why?

Girl from crib # 7: Are you disposing of me too?

John: Yep, like the rest of your dirty diapers! You are trash!!!

Girl from crib # 7: NO! Please…I promise to be good…really….I DO!!! Don’t dispose of me! My mommy will come and stop you!

John: Your mommy? HA! She is the one who gave you to us!!! She told us that she didn’t want you any more! I was told by MY boss to get rid of as many of you as I could by any means that I want! I am going to put you and all of the disposable diapers I have here and more….into our diaper recycling machine…I am going to recycle you and your diapers!

Girl from Crib # 7: NOOOOO! PLEASE! I promise….I will be good! PLEASE don’t….I thought we were here to help you!

John: You ARE! You are helping us get paid! The more you weigh, the more we get paid for you! Now shut it!

John then pushes the cart to the staging area and then lowers and closes the lid, latching it shut so tha the subject can’t escape. John hears the subject complaining and pounding on the lid as he walks away leaving the cart behind the four others waiting to be emptied.

John goes back to the office, goes right back upstairs to crib number 8 and then takes the boy inside, wearing a nice, soaking wet cloth diaper, out of the crib and then takes him over to the changing table. He lays the boy down and then straps him down so that he can’t get away.

Boy from crib 8: Are you changing my diaper??

John: Actually, I am not…I just have to take note of your condition before I have to dispose of you. I am noting every little thing that is wrong with you. I see that you have some diaper rash there on your butt cheeks.

Boy from crib 8: Yes…can you put some rash cream on it? It’s been bothering me for the last few days!

John: Sorry boy…you’ll just have to tough it out! I am here to take the trash out, nothing more…I am however, going to add some more nice, thick and comfy cloth diapers so that you will weigh more. If you are good, I will add the clean cloth diapers under your wet one…if you give me any trouble, I will simply add them over your wet one!

Boy from crib 8: Why are you disposing of everyone and everything in here?

John: because, you and your things have been brought here to our scrapyard to be disposed of! That’s what we do here….you know what? Hmmmm, how would you like to go for a nice swim???

Boy from crib # 8: Swim? Oh…I would love to go swimming!

John: hehehehehehe OH….you WILL go for a nice swim alright!!! Right after I get you all nice and comfy in those diapers of yours!

Then John pulled the boy’s wet diaper down and layed it open flat on the changer. Then, he lifted the boy’s rashy bottom up and then slid three more clean, dry, cloth diapers on top of the wet diaper before laying the boy’s rashy bottom back down into the dry, clean cloth diapers.

Then John pulled the fronts of the four cloth diapers back up and then tightly fastened the now thick and very bulky diapers up using the two snappies.

John: GOOD! Now, I will take you over to the place where you will take your nice little “swim” boy! Come with me!

Then John took the boy down from the changer and then walked him down a long hallway to the flushing stalls where a 6-foot pile of clean and dirty cloth diapers were sitting next to a large version of a toilet.

John then closed and locked the stall’s door so that the subject and John were locked inside.

John then began to take handfuls of the diapers from the pile and began ot drop them into the toilet bowl. Once the bowl had plenty of floating cloth diapers in it, john reached under the boy’s arms and then lifted him up and then held him over the bowl while he slowly lowered the boy into the bowl feet first. Then john began to dunk the boy in and out of the water, getting the boy soaking wet from the top of his diaper down.

Boy from crib 8: HEY! What are you doing!!! This isn’t a place to go swimming????

Let go of me! Stop it! My diapers are wet! Now you have to change me!!! STOP IT! STOP IT!!! Let me GO!

John: You want me to let go of you? Ok…no problem!

Then John lowered the boy down into the water, the water went up to the boy’s neck.

John made sure that the boy’s feet and legs were inserted part way down the drain hole before lowering the two lids then john locked them with a special toilet lid lock so that the boy couldn’t get out.

Boy from Crib # 8: HEY! Get me out of here! What is this thing??? Why are you leaving me in here with all of these diapers????

John: This is a toilet! This is how we dispose of some of our cloth diapers and subjects like you! You said “Let me go” so I did! Enjoy your nice little swim there…boy! Flushing time!!!

Bye little trash!

Then John reaches over and pushes the lever on the large tank and the toilet begins to flush.

The water inside the bowl begins to swirl faster and faster, pulling the diapers and the boy down the drain!

Boy from crib # 8: HEYYYYY! Make it stoooooop! Blub, blub, blub,blub!

Then the toilet makes a loud gurgling sound as the water forces the diapers and the subject down the drain and into the pipes. Then John unlocks the toilet lids and then raises them to check to see if any of the diapers were still there. Two diapers didn’t make it down the drain. So as the water was quickly refilling the tank and the bowl, John loaded up some more cloth diapers from the pile and then filled the bowl as much as the bowl could handle. When John was done, there must have been at least 200 cloth diapers in the bowl.

John: (Thinking to himself) I sure hope that this many diapers won’t make the toilet over-flow!!!

Then once the water stopped running, john kept the lids up and open as he reached over to push the lever again on the tank. The toilet began to flush again, pulling all of the 200 diapers down the drain hole. Once the water stopped going down the drain, two diapers came back into the bowl.

John: Damned! (thought John out-loud) I hope those aren’t the same two!!! Oh well! Time to go back out to go do the other two subjects. (John thought john to himself.)

John then headed back down the long hallway then back out to the yard to where he had left the other two subjects. John went out to the subject that he left in the trash cart behind the four carts waiting to be emptied at the stationary compactors. The two men working to load the compactors had already emptied at least three of the carts into the hopper and ran a few cycles of the compactor when John walked up.

John (to the compactor loaders): Hey guys, how is it going? I see that you’ve been busy here…I didn’t want to miss watching you empty that last cart in the line.

Compactor loader 1: Yes, we have been very busy here. There are still too many cloth diapers and disposable diapers that still need to be loaded up and compacted. Now did you bother to bring me the subject’s things too or have you forgotten?

John: OOOH! Thanks! I will be right back! Hey, got any empty carts?

Compactor loader 1: yep, over there (pointing to the side of the compactor where there are six empty trash carts)

John: Thanks! Be right back!

John then quickly rushes to the holding room and then leaves the cart at the bottom of the stairs. Then John rushes up and into the room and begins to grab all of the girl’s clothes and left over packages of her disposable diapers as well as six or seven of the girl’s cabbage patch dolls that also had diapers on them. He also grabbed the girl’s baby seat as well as another 300 of the girl’s cloth diapers, tossing the diapers into the cart as he went. Anything that missed the cart, John went around quickly and flipped back into the cart then he quickly rushed the trash cart over to the side of the compactor so that he didn’t miss when the men loaded the subject into the hopper and compacted her.

John (to the two Compactor loaders): Did you load that last one yet? Did I miss it?

Compactor Loader 2; NOPE! We saved that one and some of the nice dirty disposable diapers just for you to watch.

John: GOOD! Thank you!

Compactor loader 1: Ready to watch?

John (going over to the cart, lifting the lid, pulling her out, making her stand up while John stripped off all of the girl’s clothing that she was wearing; Her onesie, and her pull-on clothing too so that she was wearing nothing else but her disposable diaper with three layered cloth diapers in back and three layered cloth diapers in front that were all soaking wet now.) NOW she is ready and I am ready to watch!

Then John handed the girl to compactor loader 1 who took the girl from John with his filthy work gloves on and then the compactor loader underhand-tossed the girl into the hopper of the stationary compactor on top of a whole bunch of loose, wet, unrolled disposable diapers. The girl landed with a slight thud then fell onto her thickly diapered butt. Her diaper leaked out more wetness as she sat there, stunned. Then the two loaders both picked the large, cart up and began to empty all of the diapers inside, on top of the girl, covering her completely and forcing her to lie down on her side. Then John tossed the girl’s clothing into the hopper. Then the compactor loader hit the button to activate the compactor cycle. The compactor began to push the over-loaded hopper load, into the container that was half way full of diapers and clothing already. The top half of the pile of diapers in the hopper fell onto the top of the compactor as the girl and the rest of the diapers began to get crushed. The diapers bunched up and the back of the girl’s diaper began to get pressed against her butt as the diapers being pressed against her, were compacted. The girl went into the container and was pressed against the rest of the cloth and disposable diapers. Then once the compactor cycle was done, and began to retract, the girl popped back out a little bit, back into the hopper. Compactor loader 1 pushed the button again as the diapers on top of the blade fell back into the hopper and then the cycle started up again. John could see diaper juices flowing nad dripping from underneath the compactor, dripping into a drip-pan that had a funnel in the bottom that had a hose connected to it that led to a large fluids tank that the diaper dirtiers used to fill up the tumblers with.

John watched intently as the girls diaper bunched up and got squished together with all of the other clean and dirty diapers, and he also watched the wetness from the diapers already inside the compactor, getting “juiced” as the compactor continued to cycle. The two loaders then emptied a couple more over-stuffed 96 gallon “wheelie bins”/totes full of freshly wet cloth diapers into the hopper.

John (Thinking to himself): Those ought to serve up some nice diaper juices!

Then John walked away to go get the boy from the holding cage that he has suved him into only a few hours ago.

When John came over to the cage, he saw the boy laying there on his stomach, rubbing the front of his diaper against the mattress as though he were having sex. The boy was breathing heavily and seemed like he was just about to cum. John stood there and watched until the boy went limp.

The boy had indeed cum into his diapers and quite a lot from what John could see.

John bent down and then unlocked the cage door and then grabbed the boy by his two feet and dragged the almost limply relaxed boy out. John then grabbed the boy by the left hand while holding onto the boy’s left leg then carried the boy over to a conveyor belt that was being loaded with cloth and disposable diapers. The boy came to as John flopped the boy down on the conveyor belt on his back, with the boy’s legs facing where he was headed.

The belt moved a little bit then stopped again as more diapers were then poured in on top of the boy. Then the belt turned on and then suddenly all of the cloth and disposable diapers got sprayed with a very slimy liquid gel and a mixture of water. The disposable diapers began to blow up as they began to absorb the watery gels and the cloth diapers began to absorb as much of the watery, slimy gels as they could before they were completely soaked. The boy’s disposable diaper got soaked with the slimy, watery gels and began to puff up as though it had been put into a swimming pool! The boy’s cloth diapers absorbed all of the liquids too until they could no longer. The boy’s diapers were now leaking steadily onto the belt as the belt carried the soaking loads and the thickly diapered boy into the diaper recycling machine’s tumbler.

                                                                     

 

 

                                                              

John watched as the boy dropped into the tumbler and disappeared along with all of the diapers. Then the steal door slid closed automatically and then the machine’s “wash” cycle began. John heard the boy banging on the side of the machine’s tumbler inside yelling and screeming to be let out but it was too late. Once the cycle had started, it could not be shut down except if the breaker was tripped or shut off. That wasn’t going to happen. Then, John heard the tumbler start up and the diapers inside began to get tossed around in the watery wash cycle right before the diapers were to be broken apart during the next cycle. John stepped over to the back of the machine after 20 minutes to watch what comes out of the back of the machine. At some point during the cycle, the boy had lost consciousness as his diapers got shredded up into pieces and washed out of the back of the machine. Then the boy got swept up into one of the many filters and stayed there until after the cycle was done. The boy was fished out and laid down onto an old changing table nearby wearing nothing but one of his cloth diapers. John then went over to the boy, picked him up and then carried him over to the trash compactor. John walked over to the trash compactor that was busy being loaded up with household trash, clean and dirty cloth and disposable diapers, and then leaned into the hopper and laid the unconscious boy into the hopper on top of some large black trash bags and loose clean and dirty cloth and disposable diapers. John then leaned back out and then turned around and then leaned into one of the guys loading the compactor then said;

John: Do me a favor, run two or three cycles of the packer please with that piece of trash in there. If he wakes up, don’t let him out!

Loader 3: NO…Problem!

Then John patted the man’s left shoulder then walked away.

John then went back to the office and then back into the upstairs holding cell to get two more subjects to dispose of. John goes back to the office then goes back upstairs to the holding cell and then goes inside. John looks at the few remaining subjects still in their cribs. John goes over to Crib # 10 and then raises the locking top and hen lowers the side. He reaches in and takes the boy from inside. John takes the boy out of the holding cell and then makes him walk down the stairs then outside, across the dirt of the junkyard nad over to a large 1972 caddilac sedan de ville that is being loaded up with lots and lots of wet disposable diapers that aren’t rolled up that the boy had wet in. then, about 400 clean cloth diapers were taken from one of the large piles and were now being loaded up into the cabin of the caddy. Then, before the cabin was completely loaded, some of the boy’s onesies and 200 pairs of his multi-colored plastic pants were then loaded up into the caddy as well as his cabbage patch dolls that were also wearing thick old disposable diapers. The boy had a lot of them and also a baby carrier too. The carrier was then loaded into the caddy with two of the boy’s cabbage patch diapered dolls in it. Then John led the boy to the large, deep trunk of the caddy where there were already over 500 clean and dirty cloth diapers loaded into it and now, a bunch of soaking wet cloth and disposable diapers were about to be loaded as soon as the boy was put down in the trunk on top of the clean and dirty cloth diapers.

Boy from crib # 10: HEY! Why are you putting me in here?

John: Well, it’s time to dispose of you, your diapers and all of your things! This is how we are going to dispose of you!

Boy from crib # 10: I am being disposed of???

John: YES! Now lay down so that more diapers can be loaded boy!

Boy from crib # 10: but…what about changing my diaper first?

John: Sorry boy! You have four very soaking wet cloth diapers on and a VERY soaked disposable diaper on! The more you weigh, and the wetter you are…the better! Besides, I don’t like wasting clean diapers on boys that are just being disposed of! Besides…why should I clean the trash up for disposal??? Then John backs away some so that the men that were waiting to load the wet disposable diapers into the trunk could empty the load. Then once they were done, two more large loads of soaking wet cloth diapers that were so wet, they were still dripping, were loaded into the trunk. The cloth diapers made plopping sounds as they fell into the trunk. Then, John instructed the men to go ahead and close the trunk. The trunk was then closed and then John signaled for Daz to come over with the forklift. John stopped daz for a second to give him a few special instructions.

John (to Daz in the forklift): Hey Daz…

Daz: Yo!

John: I want you to take this one over to the area where you hold them for a bit before they get crushed. I want this one to get loaded when there are at least two cars that are similar in length. I also want to load the second one with another one of our trashy subjects…before the two of these get done at the same time…ok? Get this piece of junk outta here…(John winks to daz as he jumps down and steps back.)

Daz goes over with the forklift and picks the heavy 1972 caddilac sedan de ville up and then carries it over to a pile of cars already near the crusher. He puts it down on the ground and then goes to get another large car like it to bring to the same place as the caddy was in. The boy in the caddy is pounding on the trunk lid and begging to be let out but soon, the boy’s cries will not be heard any longer.

John goes over to get another thickly diapered subject from the holding cell to dispose of.

John once again goes in and then up the stairs to the holding room. He openes the door and then pushes and kicks some of the loose cloth diapers that once used to be wet but were not any longer, across the room and out of his way.

John goes over to crib # 11 that was in a dark corner. John knows that this subject has been here for at least four whole months and Mac has not disposed of him yet. John goes in and then lifts the locking top and then lowers the side. The boy inside has six layered cloth diapers on and his diapers have dried since being wet for a long period of time. The boy also has a nice, thick soaking wet disposable diaper on. The diaper  used to leak at the leg elastics but now it’s almost moldy. John takes the subject out side and carries the boy out to the waiting 1971 Buick Electra that is just now starting to be loaded with clean and wet cloth diapers as well as all of the boy’s clothing, and wet and formerly wet, crusty disposable diapers.

Subject from crib 11: HEY! Let go! STOP it! I don’t WANT to be disposed of! It’s NOT my turn!

John ignores the boy and then tosses him into the buick’s backseat where there are over 1,000 loose clean and formerly wet cloth diapers and all of his clothes and teddy bears tossed in.

Once John tosses the boy in, he leans out and then signals the guys loading diapers into the car that once the cabin is full, fill the trunk up too with as many as will fit then radio him. He also tells them not to let the boy out unless it is to switch him from the cabin to the trunk and not to do so until they radio him first. John then goes to the office and gets one of the trash carts that is empty so that he can fill it with the boy’s leftover unused clean packages of disposable diapers.

John pushes the cart out to the waiting 1971 Buick Electra so that he can empty the packs of disposable diapers into the cabin and the trunk. The cabin gets so full of loose wet and clean cloth and disposable diapers and packs of left-over clean and unused disposable diapers that it’s time to start filling the trunk up. John orders the loaders to start filling the large Buick’s Deep and large trunk up as full as they can but so that the trunk lid can still close. They go to get more loose , clean and formerly wet cloth diapers to fill the trunk up with from one of the four tall piles. About 30 minutes later, the trunk was completely full and john came over to take a look at what was in the trunk. John decides to take a few of the clean toddler sized cloth diapers out and keep them for himself. Then he closes the trunk and then backs away signaling Daz to move in with the forklift to take the car over to put with the Cadillac so that the two cars could be crushed one right after the other. Daz picks the Buick up and then drives it over to the area where the two cars now await the crusher.  Daz can still hear the two subjects in both cars yelling, screaming, crying and begging to be let out and not be disposed of but he ignores their cries and pleas as he takes the Buick over to the car bailer and loads it in.

Mac walks in, the door closes slowly on a ancient door closer, with a long slow squeak.

The subjects are napping when Mac enters the room.

Mac: (sniffing hard) "ah the smell of $$$!!!"

One of my twins is laying on his belly in his crib that also still has 20 open, wet disposable diapers in it of his that were taken off and left there in the crib on his pillow.

The boy rolls onto his back and looks at who is coming into the nursery.

His thick, bulky, clean and dry disposable diaper crinkles loudly as he rolls over.

Mac: Time to harvest I think!

Mac: You boy!!!

Mac walks over to crib #4.

Subject from Crib # 4: What????

The boy looks up at Mac as he comes over to his crib. The boy's eyes follow him right up to the crib.

Subject from Crib # 4: Are you going to get any of my wet diapers out of my crib????

Subject from Crib # 4: I have been laying here....for ten days with all of these open, wet diapers laying in here.

Subject from Crib # 4: why have these diapers been left in here???

Subject from Crib # 4: I always end up with my face in the wetness when I sleep!!!

Mac: "oh really?? You have complaints do you? Well .. uncle Mac will sort that out for you.

Mac grabs the 1st big bin and clears off the diapers from the top of the pile in the bin.

The diapers fall to the floor and a bunch fall into one of the girl's cribs.

then Mac drags it over to crib #4, leaving it still locked, Mac pick the entire crib up then balances it on top of the bin.

Subject from Crib # 4: HEY!!!! What are you doing????

Subject from Crib # 4: What are you doing???  Where are you taking me???

Mac: I'm going to throw that nasty old mattress away

Subject from Crib # 4: The boy falls against one of the sides and bumps his head and then the diapers inside the crib tumble down and land on the boy's head and face with the liners facing him

Subject from Crib # 4: HEY!!! Aren't you supposed to take me out of here first then???

Mac: "nope you dirtied it .. you live in it"

Subject from Crib # 4: But, but, but.....why are you tossing more diapers in here????? HEY!!! Stop tossing those wet diapers in here!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: HEY! That other guy came in here half an hour ago and changed our diapers!!! My diaper is still dry!!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: Why are you taking ME with the mattress???

Subject from Crib # 4: Can I have my favorite diapers????

Mac holds the crib, balancing precariously on top, and wheels it out of the nursery.

Subject from Crib # 4: Where are you taking me!! HEY! Brother!! Help!!! the man is taking me away!!!!

The twin in crib #5 gets to his knees and peers through the bars in the stainless steel crib. The top of all of the cribs is locked

Subject’s Twin brother in Crib #5: I can't help you bro...sorry.....

Then the whole room starts to mutter between themselves wondering what is going to happen to their twin.

Subject from Crib # 4: HEY!!! Sir! What is this place??? What is that loud machine over there????

Mac: *mutters and curses as I drag the bin, and the crib on top out the door and down the corridor

Subject from Crib # 4: HEY!!! Can't I be used??? Can I get my favorite suffed monkey??? Buddy???

Subject from Crib # 4: I want my buddy!!!

Mac: “oh you'll get your monkey ...”  Mac smirks

Subject from Crib # 4: What are you going to do to me???

Subject from Crib # 4: Hey! Aren't those brand new packages of diapers that are in that bin, still good??? Can't I have some of them??? How about those....the cloth diapers???

Then the boy watches as he passes the diaper dirtiers and sees two boys sitting inside of the tumblers wearing saggy, dirty cloth diapers.

Subject from Crib # 4: Why are those two boys in those machines??? Why are their diapers dirty???

Subject from Crib # 4: What is that other man doing to them???

Mac: "That’s what happened to the last boys, who displeased me, I ruined their diapers forever ..."

Subject from Crib # 4: then...where are you taking me???

Subject from Crib # 4: My diapers aren't ruined!!!

They have tons of baby powder in them and that other guy that changed me, put a lot of baby lotion on me and into my diaper. He said that this would keep me fresh until you came.

Subject from Crib # 4: Where are you taking me???

Mac walks all the way down to the large compactor.

Subject from Crib # 4: HEY! What is THAT thing???? Why are those guys putting all of those cloth and disposable diapers into it???

Subject from Crib # 4: What is that loud humming coming from that thing????

Subject from Crib # 4: What are those guys doing to those diapers???? Look! The diapers seem to disappear into that thing!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: Why are those guys putting more diapers into that big thing????

Mac pushes the start button of the compactor to clear the hopper.

One of the other guys comes over to the crib and tosses in some more diapers almost filling it.

Subject from Crib # 4: Why did you dump all of the extra diapers into my crib???

Mac then dumps the entire 96 gallon trash can and crib in,

Subject from Crib # 4: HEY!!! What the!!! HEY!!!! What are you doing?????Let me out!!! Let...ME...OUT!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: What is this thing????It stinks in here!!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: HEY!!! Stop dumping those diapers on me!!! HEY!!! STOP!!! EEWWW! I can't get out!!!

The whole 96 gallon trash bin worth of wet and sloppy mush lands all over the crib, some falling though the bars

The diapers inside the crib tumble to the left side and the boy gets covered in them

The boy's head lands and comes to a rest in an open wet disposable diaper with booster pads in it and baby powder coated inside of it.

Mac: "you’re going to get all your stuff dried now .. buaaaaaahahaha ... squash dried!

Mac pushes the compactor button again.

Subject from Crib # 4: HEY!!! What is happening????

Subject from Crib # 4: PLEASE!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: Let me out!!!

The crib starts to crumble and break apart. The wood snapping and breaking.

The crib mattress starts to fold upwards, rolling itself towards the boy like a large, thick burrito.

all of the diapers start to bunch up and buckle as the compactor blade pushes against the crib

Subject from Crib # 4: STOP IT!!! Can I please get out of here!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: My diaper!!! My diaper is getting squashed!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: Make it stop!!!

Subject from Crib # 4: UUUUH! The wet diapers are....

The wet diapers press into the boy's face and the powder puffs from the diapers as the boy's face is completely enveloped. The crib breaks into 20 different pieces as it gets crushed. The mattress rolls up and completely surrounds the boy, trapping hte diapers and the boy together. Then, as the compactor blade retracts, the mattress springs back and flings the boy and the diapers back into the hopper.

Meanwhile, john was up at his desk in the office when a woman came in pushing a stroller with two subjects in it, that were wearing thick disposable diapers, and drinking from large baby bottles. John sees the woman and gets up.

John: Hi, how can I help you ma’am?

Woman: Hi, is this where I can sell these two?

John: yes ma’am..it is….we pay by the weight. If you will, please roll them over to the scale and I can get their weight.

Then John leads the woman and the two subjects in their stroller over to the scale and John goes over to the man working inside and tells him to get the weight.

John stands near the booth door and watches the weight meter to see how much the two weigh.

The scale reads 384.2 lbs Then John has the scale operator print the weight on paper then the operator hands john the paper with the weight on it and then John instructs the woman to follow him into the office. The woman pushes the stroller into the office right up to the counter where John goes behind and then takes out a small cash box. John pays the woman $645.21 then the woman leaves. John then walks over to the stroller and then pushes it out of the office.

John pushes the stroller over to six cages that look like very large version of dog kennel/cages. He opens two of them and then goes back over to get the first subject out of the stroller to put into the cage. The cage has some open left-over formerly wet disposable diapers in it as John stuffs the first subject, a boy,  into the cage and then locks the cage door. Then he gets the other subject out and puts her into the cage next to the boy. Then he locks the cage and then goes back over to the stroller and starts looking through the stuff that was in the bottom. Just as he was about to stand up, the woman that sold the two subjects comes back with six cardboard boxes of diapers, and two large trash bags full of the subject’s clothing and stuffed animals.

Woman: I almost forgot to give you all of his clothes and diapers…I think they will be needing these.

John: Oh, ok…thanks…Just put them right over here…near the changing table over there.

Woman: I still have four more trash bags full of their cloth diapers, plastic pants and onesies too…I will go and get them for you and leave them here.

John: Thanks…

The woman goes back to retrieve the four large black trash bags full of cloth diapers and plastic pants and then john goes over to one of the other cages that has a girl in it wearing a rather thick disposable diaper. He crouches down unlocks the cage and then reaches in to grab the subject by the hand to get her out. John gets the thickly diapered girl out and looks into her diaper. The diaper is slightly wet and john then takes her by the hand and forces her to walk over to the in-going end of a conveyor belt that was being loaded up with a constant stream of cloth and disposable diapers.

John: (To the loaders, loading the conveyor belt) I have this subject ready to go…where would you like me to put her until you can load her?

Loader 1: Go put her into the bin full of the disposable diapers to my right and behind me.

Either I or one of us will get to her shortly.

John: I want this subject done within the hour….She and all of these……dirty diapers…need to be done as soon as possible! Her tag says that she is due to be disposed of today and she WILL be! If I come back and she is still here, I will simply take her over to the compactor myself!!!

Then John walks over back to the girl’s large bin that has all of her clothing and then starts to wheel it over to the side of the conveyor belt area near the bin the girl is in. Then he goes back to get the bin with all of her cloth diapers in it. John rolls the bin over next to the one he just brought. Then he goes back to get the last bin that has all of her clean loose and packaged disposable diapers in it. He rolls it over to a spot to the right of the one he just brought.

John: (To the loaders) I want these things also disposed of with her…once she gets through the diaper juice extraction process, I want to watch you all load her into the hopper of the trash compactor and run a few cycles once all of her things are dumped in too. There is video surveillance cameras filming each and every thing that happens to the diapers and the trash.

John: I think Mac would love this.

Then John walks over to the Diaper Juice Extractor  and stands along the metal sides that have a little thick plastic window where some one can watch the diapers going through the rollers before they are ejected down the chute that puts the diapers into a 96 gallon trash bin at the end.

John watches as the girl is loaded after two 96 gallon bins were loaded in before her then the girl’s three 96 gallon bins were dumped in on top of her. Then, the conveyor belt was started and the diapers began to move up into the hopper area where the diapers would be first compacted and then forced through four rollers in a row…squeezing and squishing the diapers until the wetness and juices flow from the diapers and into a stainless steel mini sink with a drain in the center. The pipes lead to the fluids intake tank that feed the diaper flushing toilets and the diaper dirtiers.

The girl drops down into the hopper of the diaper pre-crusher as the diapers fall down and cover the thickly diapered girl. The pre-crusher starts up and starts to push the diapers against the intake rollers so that the diapers and the thickly diapered girl will get forced between the first of four rollers. As the pre-crusher forces the girl into the rollers feet first, the rollers pull her in with some of the wet diapers. Then the loose clean diapers go through after the thickly diapered girl goes through the first set of rollers, causing the girl’s diaper to be squeezed enough to let out some of the wetness in her diaper. Then the thickly diapered girl and the diapers go though the second set of rollers. The rollers squeeze out even MORE of the wetness from the girl’s diapers she is still wearing and the diapers all around her, in between her legs, underneath her and behind her.

Then the third set of rollers began to pull in the load and the thickly diapered girl, the rollers squeezing even MORE diaper juices and wetness out of her diaper and the other diapers that are going through a third wringer.

Once the girl and the diapers were through the third wringer, the forth one was merely a set of rollers guiding the load and the girl out of the “Diaper Juicer” before dumping the loads into another 96 gallon trash can.

Once the whole load was in the 96 gallon trash can, it was about five minutes later when the trash can she was in was moved and put in a staging area where six other cans full of other loads were waiting to be emptied into the trash compactor hopper. As the compactor hopper continued to be filled with more diapers, clothing and other trash, the girl subject in the 96 gallon trash can kept trying to get out but with no luck since the lids were locked automatically.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the industrial section of the city……

One of the owners of the second diaper service (there were three diaper services but one folded and now there are only two left) was busy changing the six subjects they have that they use as diaper models and demonstrators.

The subject care tech walked the first of six subjects over to the changing table and helped them up onto it and then helped the boy lay down before fastening the chest strap to hold him to the table so he didn’t fall off. Then, the subject care tech stepped between the boy’s legs and began to unfasten the boy’s cloth diaper. The diaper was soaked down the center and front.

Subject care tech: So baby boy…You have soaked your diaper! It’s time to change you now. You are about to get a couple of nice, thick cloth diapers….would you like that???

The subject didn’t make a sound as the care tech proceeded to change the boy’s diaper.

The care tech removed the snappies from each side of the wet cloth diaper and then set them aside. Then she pulled the front of my wet cloth diaper down and then began to pull the diaper out from under the boy. She then tossed the diaper into one of the few diaper pails they use for the wet cloth diapers. Then she reached over to the pile of folded cloth pre-folds and then began to open it up and get it ready to put on the boy. The subject care tech diapered the boy in the first diaper then she put on two more thick cloth diapers before she took the snappies and began to fasten the cloth diapers on the boy.

(More of the story to cum….)