Time For Disposal-Chapter 2-Spring Cleaning Snippet 7

Continued.....
At the Diaper City Landfill, All of the subjects, Diapers, Comforters, are all being processed. The Cloth diapers and cloth items are separated from the disposable diapers. Any subjects wearing disposable diapers, are grouped together and then pulled off the sorting conveyor belts and brought over to a baby holding area. This area, is where the landfill brings all of the subjects and subjects that come to the diaper city landfill.
I was once again dumped down the diaper trash transfer chutes along with a bunch of other subjects, dolls, old comforters, lots of clothing, cloth diapers, and a stroller or two.
The subjects were sorted according to what kind of diaper that they were wearing. If they were wearing a disposable diaper, then they were put with the disposable diapers. If they were wearing a cloth diaper, then they were put with the cloth diapers. ONE thing is true though, once a baby leaves the diaper dump or diaper landfill, they are only allowed to leave for certain things….and only purchased twice. If that same baby or subject comes back shortly after being bought, that baby or subject will not leave again. They become “property” of the dump to do with what they wish. I was certainly one of those subjects or subjects that was quickly going to go on the “Do Not Sell list” and the Not-To-Leave list.
This was the second time that I had come back to the diaper city dump and It was going to take a lot longer now, before I could leave or be sold again. If I get sold again to a private family and I end up right back again shortly after leaving, then I am then only allowed to be sold to Diaper Companies, Trash Companies, Daycares, and anyone who can use a subject in the course of doing their business. That way, I can be disposed of again and brought right back to the dump until the owner of the dump says that I am not to leave the dump again which…..at SOME point, WILL happen.
Since I was still wearing the soaking wet, smashed up, two disposable diapers that mommy had put on me the night before, I was put with the disposable diapers that were being separated from the cloth diapers. A few of the subjects were being taken off of the belt and put onto yet another belt all because they….had cloth diapers inside of their disposable diapers. The disposable diapers were then going to be divided into groups depending on where they were all going at the dump. If one group of diapers was headed to the composting department, then those diapers were taken off and taken to the compost area…..if the diapers were being selected by the demonstration crew, those diapers were taken off the belt and then taken over to be used in demonstrations there at the landfill…..if the disposable diapers were selected to be dumped into a pit, then they were taken right off the belt and taken RIGHT over to that pit and dumped into it….left there until some staff member there at the dump, needed to use the diapers in the course of their duties at the landfill. I…was wearing a disposable diaper and thus, was put with the rest of the disposable diapers on the sorting conveyor belt. The belt carried lots and lots of loose disposable diapers along it as well as myself and several other subjects-subjects also wearing disposable diapers. The belt took the diapers, myself and the other subjects over to a large rolling, dumpster that could dump the load in it, and dropped the diapers and us subjects into it. Once it got full, it was rolled over to an area in the dump, where the load was going to be dumped and left for the demonstration crews to use for their disposal, composting and processing demonstrations. Once the load was dumped out, onto the ground, several women in blue and white dirty jumpsuits came over to get us subjects out and take us to where we’d be kept until we were needed. I was escorted over to a large white and brightly painted cinder-block building where there were dirty cribs with some left-over cloth diapers and lots of loose wet and formerly wet disposable diapers all randomly scattered around. There were also a couple of piles of disposable diapers in the corner resting against the headboard of the crib I was being put into.
“Now little one, your diaper will be changed in just a bit…though it probably WON’T be a clean diaper…it will however, be a drier one than the one you have on.” Explained the woman in the blue and white dirty, smelly jumpsuit as she put me into the crib, raised the side and then lowered the top before locking it. “This is where you will be kept until you are needed. It may be a little bit of time….before you get to be in one of the demonstrations…..there are at least ten other demos ahead this month alone, that have subjects scheduled for use. Meanwhile, you’ll get your diaper changed UP to six times a day and then MORE if you get picked earlier to go into a demo that you will return from.
Otherwise, if you aren’t used in a demonstration by the end of the month, you will be taken to the Subject Holding Stations where THEY can deal with you! They might even make you go to the composting stations where you WILL be put into one of the many composting machines already full of cloth and disposable diapers.
Otherwise, if the landfill no longer wants you…they have a few options….they will put you into a cloth diaper or even put eight layers of single cloth diapers then they will take you over to the famous diaper flushing stations….then, you will be left there in a pile of all-in-one cloth diapers, cloth training pants, old onesies, even a couple of three story high piles worth of old ex diaper-service pre-fold cloth diapers. The stuff in that warehouse over there, all gets flushed….we call that a “Wet disposal” since “we” are the ones who handle the “dry” disposals.
If our underground lab wants some diapers and any subjects from any part of our facility here, they GET them….once they are done with the diapers and subjects, they are brought back out here and either composted or dumped right back into the pile that they were taken from. If you were taken from here, they bring you back here, but I…under instructs from the owner, have the option to change you into as many pre-fold cloth diapers that I wish, then take you right over to the flushing department and leave you with them for them to do a “wet disposal” on, if I wish! If you wish to remain here at this diaper landfill, I suggest that you behave and let us do to you what we must….ok baby?” Explained the woman before she left the room. Then, I heard rustling in the crib next to me. It was one of the other subjects that had been disposed of in the same load I was in.
He was still wearing the disposal diaper that went up to his neck. A few hours go by, one of the staff came in to get the other boys ready for some demonstration that was about to happen in the arena. Each of the staff ladies, changed their subjects into the diapers on the order sheets then they took their subjects out of the room, leaving me as the only one in there. The only remaining staff member in the room asked if I wanted to watch the demonstration….The lady pulled me out of the holding crib, held me in her arms and then took me outside and then stood just outside of the cinder-block white building.
There was a large bull dozer in the center of the arena scooping up loads of diapers and the subjects and then taking them over to a machine that looked like a giant shredder.
There was this funnel hopper thing that the bull-dozer was loading up. I watched as the subjects and diapers sank down into funnel out of sight. Once the dozer was done with the two story pile of mixed diapers, the driver shut it off and got down from it. The announcer was describing what was happening to the diapers and the subjects in the machine and where the diapers and the subjects were going. The announcer then called the end of the demonstration and the crowd just sat there…watching and waiting for the next one to begin in the next 15 to 20 minutes. “Well, it time to get you all nice and ready for the next demonstration…boy …You get to be flushed with a bunch of clothing, cloth diapers, cloth training pants and a couple hundred pair of onesies! Someone will be at the other end of the pipe that is out of sight of the crowd to get you out. Then, you MIGHT go over to either the lab or the composting station…but who knows.” Said the lady as she took me into the building, laid me down on one of the dirty changing tables that had loose diapers all over it from other past subjects. The lady took my disposable diaper off, then put it onto my chest for a minute until she got the six or eight layers of cloth diapers ready to put on me. Then, she put the cloth diapers on me….and pinned them nice and snuggly but not TOO tightly. Then, she pulled me back up and then carried me back out to the arena and over to a LARGE, TALL pile of cloth diapers, onesies, footed sleepers, old white undershirts, TONS of loose, pre-fold cloth diapers that were clean, formerly wet, but dried, and a TON of old cloth training pants too. She had been cradling me as she carried me but then she under-hand tossed me into the pile…I flew through the air about two feet and landed into the upper part of the base then was buried under tons of loose cloth diapers. For a little while, I was under lots and lots of soft, dry, fluffy cloth diapers….but, as the pile got smaller and smaller, I got more and more exposed.
The NEXT thing I know, I am being picked up under my arm pits, carried over to a large specialized toilet bowl that had already been mostly filled with cloth diapers, onesies, cloth training pants and then I was slowly lowered down into the bowl past my diaper.
Then someone took a stirring stick and began to stir the diapers and I around in the bowl. Then some one took their heavy yellow rubber-gloved hand and pushed me down further into the water in the bowl by pushing my head down. Then, the lid was lowered and then locked then someone hit the flush lever. The water began to swirl around and around….filling the bowl up more and more then, the water formed a funnel and then began to suck the diapers and I down the drain. Once the diapers and I disappeared down the drain, the bowl refilled and then more diapers and clothing was loaded into the bowl.
The load and I had now gone down to the area underground that was where the cloth diapers all went during demonstrations. I was plucked out, soaking wet and dripping, then carried over to a large chute where all of the cloth diapers, cloth training pants and onesies were all being loaded. Then, I was shoved down the chute with the diapers and other stuff. The chute took the diapers and I over to the composting area…..where all of the cloth diapers were being taken off the chute and then loaded into carts where each cart was being taken to a separate greenhouse-like building that had a compost churner and several pits that were pretty darned deep and half full of other cloth diapers already.
Then one of the other staff members came in and told the other staff member, about to put me into the cloth diaper compost pile, that I was being loaned out to one of the diaper companies that sponsors the landfill, for a week. When they were done with me, they’d dispose of me in their trash. The clients then walked up and saw me…they were very eager to get me to their factory. I was taken from the landfill and then brought to the Diaper factory. The factory owner looked me over and then made his assistant take me over to the Nursery near the diaper testing lab. Once they were done doing every thing they needed to do to me and with me, they disposed of me in their trash for pick-up.
The maids carried me outside wearing a rather thick disposable diaper that was saggy yet, dry, and clean still. I had just been changed a few minutes before.
Day three of diaper collection service:
Zoe starts the truck, then does a walk around to make sure everything is in working order.
Once she is satisfied, Zoe gets in the truck, heads out of the yard to begin the route.
The first stop on the route is a house....
in a neighborhood that is upscale on the south end of diaper city
Zoe pulls into the track housing neighborhood.....
the first house on the corner has four 32 gallon cans full of old diapered dolls, diapered sock monkeys and a mix of disposable diapers and pre-fold cloth diapers that were really torn up and ratty looking but still usable
The four 95 gallon totes have nothing but disposable diapers in them and a 12 year old boy wearing thick attends with waistband with eight booster pads in the diaper.
The mother comes out carrying the twin of the boy in the 95 gallon tote.
He is really, really dirty, wearing a really, really thick disposable Tranquility diaper with 8 Dignity Naturals booster pads and 8 layered cloth diapers on top of the booster pads inside of the disposable diaper. He had just been freshly changed.
The mother is standing near the 95 gallon totes, waiting for Zoe to pull up
Zoe pulls up to the stop and gets out of the truck. Zoe greets the mother as she opens the door to the hopper of her truck.
“Hi there miss.” Says the mother “Good morning. Disposing of some dirty boys I see.” Observes Zoe. “Yep! I have two more for you next week. I am going to Diaper Land to do some work and I won't be able to care for them. Can you take my boy here?” Asked the Mother to Zoe. “His twin is in one of the totes. He went out last night.” Explains the mother “Sure.” Zoe says Taking the tote from her and heading to the hopper.
“You get to be the first trash of the day.” Zoe says to the boy as she dumps him in the hopper. “So....miss, how is your day?” Asks the mother to Zoe.
“So far so good. you are my first stop.” Zoe says as she dumps 1 of the cans of dolls and diapers. “So, are these dolls yours?” Zoe asks to the boy in the hopper as she empties a second can on him.
"I am supposed to write you a check for what I owe you....I am going to write it for $300 dollars over so you can have some for yourself" Is this ok with you?” Asks the mother taking out her check book and writing you a check.
“Sure.” Zoe says dumping the other 2 cans of diapers and dolls then grabbing the can with the 2nd boy. The mother tears the check out of the checkbook and then hands the check to Zoe. “Thank you.” Zoe says taking it from her.
Zoe empties the boy into the hopper. “I’ll give you a receipt as soon as I dump these final 3 cans” Says Zoe to the mother. “Certainly......next week, I will have two more subjects....
and a TON of their diapers and dolls and clothing too.” Said the mother.
“No problem.” Zoe tells her. Zoe dumps the remaining 3 cans then runs the packer. Zoe then heads for the cab to get the mother a receipt. With the truck empty, the blade effortlessly sweeps the garbage into the truck.
“Here you are. I will see you next week for the rest of your garbage.” Said Zoe to the woman. "Thanks...have a NICE day miss.” Says the mother. “You too.” Zoe says getting back into the truck and heading to the next stop.
Zoe pulls up to the next house next door. There, are four totes over stuffed with mixed diapers, pre-fold cloth diapers, plastic pants, lots of white soccer shorts, old fleece footed sleepers, old undershirts with large wet spots on them. Tote one has nothing but disposable diapers that are loose and it was SO over filled, that diapers had fallen onto the street and the curb. Tote two has clean pre-fold cloth diapers that are folded at the bottom and formerly wet cloth pre-folds at the top, topped off by 200 colored plastic pants. Tote three has old under shirts, onesies, footed sleepers and 200 pair of old white soccer shorts. Tote four has been over stuffed with more loose wet disposable diapers
they also had fallen out of the tote onto the gutter and onto the curb.
There are four diaper bags full of clean unused Attends with waistband disposable diapers sitting next to the 6 32 gallon trash cans. The mother comes out of the house, walks down the lawn, with her 16 year old in her right hand.
He is wearing a pair of white soccer shorts over the over sized Attends medium with waistband that has 10 Dignity Naturals booster pads/diaper doublers in it tons and tons of powder in it and six layered toddler sized cloth diapers on top of the booster pads.
the mother walks right over to the solid side of the container part near the back wheels and makes her baby boy lean up against the side with his back towards her so that she can check the boy's diaper, take off the onesie and take of the boy's soccer shorts.
The boy puts his hands up against the side of the truck, his arms extended up above his head with his palms flat. The mother rips the shorts’ crotch out...leaving it hanging.
Then she takes the shorts off, then holds the shorts while she takes the onesie off. Then she tosses the both the onesie and the ripped soccer shorts into the hopper.
Zoe gets out of the truck and walks to the pile.
“Now boy! you stay RIGHT there until this nice trash lady is ready for you...understand?” Exclaims the mother to her boy. The boy nods obediently
Zoe grabs the tote of disposable diapers and wheels it to the truck using her hand to keep any more from spilling. Zoe dumps the tote into the hopper.
Zoe then looks over to the kid. “Time to get in!” Zoe tells the boy. The boy refuses to move..."NO! I don't WANT to!!!!" Shouts the boy defiantly. “Have it your way!” Zoe says. Zoe picks him up. "Stop it! DON'T!!!! STOPPPP IT!!!! Shouts the boy kicking and screaming. The mother rushes in to help Zoe put the boy in. Despite his struggles Zoe picks the boy up and walks over to the hopper. When she gets to the hopper, she throws the boy into the truck. The boy gets right back up and tries to get back out.
The mother takes the boy back out and then gives the boy a bunch of spankings on his diapered butt "I told you! Get.....in....the....truck!!!
The mother picks the boy up and tosses him right back in. “Sorry about that.” Says the mother. “Its ok. I am used to dealing with difficult garbage.” Says Zoe to the mother.
Zoe grabs the second tote and dumps it on top of the boy.
The boy gets knocked down on his tummy with his head facing where Zoe just dumped the tote. Zoe grabs the 4th tote with the wet disposables and dumps them on him, covering him and keeping him pinned in the hopper while Zoe gets the 3rd tote with his clothes. Zoe dumps the clothes on the boy in the hopper. Zoe tosses in the bags of clean diapers then drops the pre-crusher.
“No escaping now little garbage!! You are about to get packed into my truck!!!!!!” Zoe says as she starts the packer. “Now, I have to go back inside and get his sister...can you wait a few seconds while I go do that?” Asked the mother. “Yeah.” Says Zoe to the mother. Once the packer pushes the boy into the truck, Zoe lifts the pre-crusher and tosses the spilled diapers into the hopper. Zoe begins emptying the 6 cans.
The mother comes back out carrying a baby girl who is 13, wearing a really thick disposable diaper that had just been changed. It had nothing but 6 layers of cloth pre-fold diapers in under it and half a bottle's worth of baby powder in it. The wipes were stuffed into the waist and were sticking out.
Zoe empties the 1st 2 cans spilling the little girls dirty diapers into the hopper. As the mom walks up, Zoe dumps cans 3 and 4, which contain the girls dollies and stuffed animals as well as some dirty diapers. "Here....take her....she is ready.
Says the mother. Zoe picks up the girl, carries her to the hopper. Zoe can feel her diaper getting warm as she is peeing in it, as she walks her to the truck. Zoe drops the girl into the hopper on top of her dirty diapers and dolls. The girl picks up one of her dolls and holds onto it as Zoe empties the remaining 2 cans. Once the final can is in, Zoe runs the packer, pushing the little girl into the truck. The mother waves then goes back inside.
Zoe gets in the truck and moves on.
The maid that carried me out to the trash, made me stand next to the 95 gallon tote that was VERY over stuffed with loose wet and chemically covered disposable diapers. There were nothing but loose diapers in each of the totes. Totes one, two, three, had nothing but cloth pre-fold diapers in them. Tote one had clean, freshly washed, unfolded cloth diapers in toddler sizes in it, Tote two had mixed freshly washed pre-fold cloth diapers and formerly wet cloth diapers in it, tote three had formerly wet but now dried cloth diapers and plastic pants in it. Totes four, five and six had loose, unwrapped, disposable diapers that had been used in the diaper labs and had tons of wet, gooey blue gels all over them. Tote seven, had a bunch of unopened packages of diapers that could not be sold due to their quality. They had been damaged slightly during manufacturing.
Tote eight, had another 6 year old, wearing some SUPER thick disposable diapers that had been used in the labs….he had gooey, slimy gels all over him. He was still sticky.
All of the diapers in his tote were also from the labs. The six standard 32 gallon aluminum cans were over stuffed and at least four cans worth of loose disposable diapers had fallen onto the ground all around the cans.
The next stop is the house after the house next door....they haven't paid and they still put out their diapers and a baby.
Zoe arrives at the Diaper factory.....
Zoe gets out of her truck and walks to the pile. Zoe dumps the tote with the clean toddler diapers, then Zoe dumps totes 2 and three then walks to the tote with the chemically covered diapers and the boy standing next to it. “Hello again!” Zoe says as she moves to the tote. “Hi there....miss...Nice to see you again, miss” I say to Zoe. “You sure get around! Didn't I just take you to the landfill?” Asks Zoe. “Yes...I was about to go into the compost pile of cloth pre-folds, then I was taken from the dump and brought to this diaper factory. I was used as a diaper test subject....their labs used me to test out their new products...then I was disposed of after that. Here I am...thickly diapered and waiting for disposal! No one EVER dresses me in clothing...they ALWAYS just dispose of me in just my thick diapers!” I say half complaining to Zoe.
“Yeah those are the rules” Zoe says, untying me from the tote. “Why did they tie you up?” Asks Zoe to me. “I don't know! I guess they didn't want me to wander off.” I say to Zoe. “Ah!” Zoe says “They told me that, I now belong to you until you take me to the diaper landfill. I said to Zoe. “Well you know the drill by now! Time to get in the truck!” Orders Zoe to me. “Ok” I say to Zoe, cooperatively. I waddle over to the side and have troubles getting in. I get half way over the side of the hopper and get stuck, with my legs dangling. “Need a hand?” Zoe says grabbing the boy’s legs and flipping the boy into the hopper. I do a half flip into the hopper. I land on my back. I get back up onto my hands and knees I peer over the side. I see Zoe rolling the next tote over. Then Zoe drags over two of the cans.
Zoe hooks up the tote and flips it in. I watch from in the hopper as the large tote dumps diapers in on top of me. While Zoe empties the cans, spilling diapers all over the hopper and covering me, Zoe drops the now empty cans then moves to the packer button. “Ok, crush time!” Zoe says as she moves over and pushes the pack button.
I fall down to my stomach and get an errection! I start to rub my plastic backing of my disposable diaper against the diapers that are on the smooth metal floor of the hopper.
Some of my diapers are beginning to bunch up....then press against my diapered butt.
My leg elastics begin to really bunch up as the diapers below me rise above the packer blade. I end up falling onto the packer blade as it pushes my diapers into the body.
As the blade retracts, I am still on it...with some of my cloth pre-folds and open unrolled disposable diapers. The blade has retracted fully and I, the baby boy, fall back into the hopper. The cloth diapers get stuck between the crack at the top of the packer blade and hang there. The disposable diapers are also wedged between the cloth diapers and the packer blade...they are also hanging down and open.
“Back for more?” Zoe asks, as she sees me, still in the hopper. Zoe dumps another tote’s worth of diapers on me. “Here I have a friend for you.” Says Zoe as she dumps the 6 year old in the hopper. “Gee! Thanks! just what I needed!” I tell Zoe. Zoe laughs a little as she dumps the remaining cans into the truck “Ok, lets try this again!” Zoe says, making sure the boy is clear of the blade. “This time you will stay in the truck!” Says Zoe.
Zoe runs the packer. I am laying on my back this time, on the smooth warm metal floor of the hopper. The diapers all around me begin to bunch up and slide across the floor. I am also sliding across the floor, my diaper gets bunched up as I am turned around by the blade so that my legs are facing the container. My knees are against my chest as I am crushed into the diapers in the container. My legs are forced up and apart......as I am enveloped by diapers. My diaper bunches up between my legs and they press very hard against me. I still have a hard on. Zoe watches me being crushed. “hopefully, all that pressure will relieve the pressure in your diapee.” Says Zoe. Then Zoe gets into the truck and moves on.
Zoe skips the house next door and pulls up to the house next door. The four totes have nothing but loose disposable diapers in them. There are three diaper bags full of clean pre-fold cloth diapers and plastic pants in them. Sitting next to the totes. There is a 15 year old baby boy wearing ten layered pre-fold cloth diapers with NO plastic pants on, with his white onesie draped on his left shoulder. The boy is tied to the handle of the 32 gallon trash can. There are six 32 gallon trash cans OVER filled with clean and formerly wet pre-fold cloth diapers, most of the clean cloth diapers have baby powder all over them, from the three bottles of baby powder in the can. There is also a couple of large gray Rubbermaid totes that have more folded pre-fold cloth diapers that have a little bit of dust on them. A post-it note states "Don't throw my totes away" Zoe gets out of the truck, begins emptying the totes, spilling dirty diapers all over the hopper. After she empties the 4 totes, Zoe walks over to the boy. She cuts him loose from the can, and is about to pick him up when she sees him wetting his diaper. With no plastic pants, the pee drips out of the diaper onto the ground. Once he is done, Zoe picks him up and carries him to the truck. Zoe drops him on top of the dirty disposables. Zoe grabs the bags of clean diapers and tosses them in with him. Next, Zoe empties the cans. With each can dump, a cloud of powder poofs out. Zoe empties the Rubbermaid totes then leave them next to the empty cans and totes
with all the trash loaded Zoe lowers the pre crusher pushing everything down into the hopper then runs the packer. The boy in the hopper rises to the top of the load....the front of his wet cloth diapers sliding against the pre-crusher....as he is pushed into the body
The packer blade snags his left leg hole on his cloth diapers, then it pulls him back into the hopper half way before his diaper rips partially up the left side.
Zoe sees the boy half in half out of the hopper and decides to run another cycle to push him back in, this time he goes in cleanly. Zoe moves on to the next stop.
The man from the skipped stop follows the truck to the next house kind of running, with the baby he had put into one of the totes...dressed in a SUPER thick disposable diaper that makes it so that the boy can't walk. Zoe pulls up at the next stop.
There are four totes over stuffed with loose disposable diapers, wet and worn but not wet or messy. The 6 32 gallon trash cans have diapered cabbage patch dolls in them that have clean disposable diapers on them, and a mix of clean unused and still folded disposable diapers as well as 250 onesies, folded pre-fold cloth diapers, that are now scattered all over the place randomly due to a wind storm the night before. The man with the baby boy who is 18, wearing the SUPER thick, bulky clean disposable diaper, comes up to Zoe as she gets out. “Man! How come you skipped my house?” Asks the man.
“You are behind on your bill.” States Zoe. “Ok....if I go back and get my checkbook, and pay you right now, will you still take my trash?” Asks the man
“I owe you $300 bucks and I can pay you $750 right now! The rest is for you. States the man. “Fine! As soon as I get this stop, I will come back. Promises Zoe to the man. “GREAT!” Says the man sort of out of breath. The man takes his baby back with him to his house and gets his checkbook.
Meanwhile...Zoe starts to do the stop at hand. Zoe grabs the first tote and tips it into the truck. Zoe empties the 3 other totes as well, then heads to the cans. Zoe picks up the first can and walks to the hopper noticing the cabbage patch dolls. Zoe begins to empty the can into the hopper, then grabs two more also with dolls in them. Zoe dumps the cans as well. As Zoë is dumping the trash, the mother of the house comes out with her baby girl wearing a freshly changed SUPER thick disposable Tranquility disposable diaper that makes walking impossible. The mother is dragging the baby girl across the grassy lawn to the truck by one hand. Zoe sees the dolls scattered in the hopper. Zoe also sees they are in decent condition, in clean diapers. Zoe picks out 3, one for each of her daughters. A redhead with green eyes, a brunette with blue eyes, and another redhead with green eyes. Zoe sets them on the edge of the truck then notices the mother bringing out her daughter.
“Hey miss, My daughter can't walk, that is why I am dragging her out here. I need to take off her onesie first.” Then the mother crouches down to take the girl's onesie off.
the mother grabs the girl's left and right feet and then drags her to the curb
Zoe puts the 3 dolls in the cab then grabs a 4th can while the mom preps the girl
The mother takes the onesie off the girl and then picks the girl up to her feet for an instant then helps her to the side of the hopper. The mother struggles to lift her daughter into the hopper. She has her bent over the edge of the hopper with her thickly diapered butt hanging over the side, legs dangling. The mother is still holding the grass-stained white onesie with "Property of Diaper City diaper factory" printed on the back, in black
Zoe gets back to the hopper with the 4th can. “Stuck little one?” Zoe helps get her the rest of the way into the hopper before dumping the can on top of her.
“Just in time! you can get crushed with your dollies.” Says Zoe. "YEY!” Says the little girl sarcastically. “At least you will have something a little less smelly around you than the stinky diapers that are under your dolls. Is this your first time being disposed of?” Asks Zoe. Zoe dumps the remaining 2 cans and picks up the scattered onesies.
“Yea.....I can't STAND this! I really don't want to be here!” States the girl in a frustrated and pouty tone. “I'd rather be inside playing with my sisters! Why aren't THEY being disposed of!” Asks the girl looking at her mother.
"Honey!......I warned you and warned you.....if you keep your pants dry....I was going to dispose of you!” Says the mother. Since you wasted lots and lots of diapers....I can't afford that.....and I had to change you every time too! So....now, time to shut up, and be disposed of!” Says the mother. “But mom! I am a big girl I don't need diapers anymore!” States Sara. “SURE you do! You are just being stubborn! You just can't admit that you do....Now, if any of your sisters do this...and try to rebel, holding back, then, I will dispose of them too! I have NO time for this type of behavior!” States the mother
“Ok you are right mommy. “I am sorry ... she squats down and floods her diaper. I promise to pee in my diapers. Please give me another chance?” Asks Sara.
“Miss, just compact her! I'm sick of her! Here, is a money order for $500 dollars too.
I only owe you.....$250, the rest is for you.” States the mother, sticking her hand out with the money order. “Thank you” Zoe says taking it. “Sure! You want to get rid of her?” Zoe says moving my hand to the packer button. “YEP! I am FED up! Fed up to HERE!” Explains the mother motioning her hand above her head.
“I've changed her diapers, and almost every other one is dry....she then has a soaked one right after I changed her!” Explains the mother to Zoe. Zoe then pushes the button, starting the packer. “NO MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE I AM SORRY MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!” The girl screams at the top of her lungs as she breaks down crying. “I WILL BE YOUR BABY!!! I WILL USE MY DIAPER!!!!! The blade begins to shove her and the diapers and dolls together. “DON'T LEAVE ME WITH THIS GARBAGE, MOMMY! YOU CANT'T DO THIS TO ME!!!!! I AM YOUR LITTLE GIRL!!!!!” The packer begins to push her into the hopper. “PLEASE GET ME OUT MOMMY MY DIAPER IS WET!!! I NEED A CLEAN ONE!!!!” The packer pushes the trash into her knocking her breath out and muzzling her screams. The packer pushes her into the truck and she is quiet except for the faint sounds of crying from right inside the truck. “Thanks miss....I've got my nannies waiting on me inside....have a great day....see you next week...maybe then, I'll have more subjects and diapers for ya” States the mother.
“Have a good week.” Zoe tells her as she gets back in her truck to return to the skipped stop. The man who had chased Zoe down is now standing there next to the four totes over stuffed with disposable diapers in the first two totes.
The diapers have fallen all over the ground since he had been skipped for two weeks.
There are at least two totes worth of diapers on the ground, laying all around the two totes in the front row. The second two have more over stuffed thick disposable diapers into them. The six 32 gallon trash cans have formerly wet cloth pre-fold diapers that had been wet when disposed of but had since dried, in the first two cans.
The next 32 gallon trash cans have disposable diapers that were wet, but had since fully dried and were stiff. The last set of two trash cans have the boy's onesies and dark blue soccer shorts in them, along with 300 pairs of frosted clear plastic and rubber pants.
The father is standing there holding the 10 year old boy's right hand. He has a really, really thick disposable Medium Attends with Waistband on with six layered pre-fold cloth diapers sticking out of the waistband elastics
waistband elastics about two inches. The father waits until Zoe pulls up to explain what else he has to dispose of.
Zoe gets out of the truck and heads to the father. “Hi there Miss, I have my 10 year old here, plus I have four laundry baskets full of his clean but dusty cloth diapers in the garage, plus two more totes full of his crib sheets, blankets and clothing too. If you can wait to take my boy until there are enough diapers in the truck, then I can go and get the two totes and the four laundry baskets too...watch him...he might try to bolt!” Explains the father.
“Sure” Says Zoe Then she moves over to the totes. Zoe dumps 2 totes into the hopper before picking up the boy and putting him in the truck.
The father brings the two totes first, then goes back to drag the first two laundry baskets to the curb. Once he drags the last of the two laundry baskets to the curb, he stands back a bit, watching what goes on in the hopper. The boy hears the crying from inside the truck and crawls to the opening. “Sara is that you” He asks.
Zoe grabs the 3rd tote and dumps it in the hopper. The boy's thick disposable diaper has ten booster pads in it five in front and five in back.....he sits up in the hopper, his diaper bulging in the crotch as he sits, The cloth diapers sticking out of the elastic bands.
“Hey! Will I get my diaper changed at the dump?” Asked the boy to Zoe.
Zoe dumps the final of the first 4 totes and Sara pokes back into the hopper and crawls to the boy. She still has tears running down her face. Zoe is about to answer him, when Sara answers him. “No they make us stay in our dirty diapers and they pack us in with all our used diapers too.” Sara tells me. “At the dump, they might get changed.” Zoe tells the boy. Zoe empties the 2 totes from the father into the truck.
“What happens if my diaper bursts? How will I be able to have a new one put on?”
Asks the boy. “You will just have to manage, as the girl said, there will be diapers all around you.” Explained Zoe to the Boy in the hopper. “Sara......you also have a thick disposable diaper on...what are you going to do if YOUR diaper bursts?”
Asks the boy to Sara. Zoe empties the laundry baskets and picks up the spilled diapers before going to the cans.
“I don't know!” Sara said crying again. This diaper is wet and I am all dirty. Mommy threw me away and left me in this stinky truck.” The boy leans up against the compactor blade without noticing what he has his back up against, diapers all over his lap.
"MAN! What did I do to end up here!” Wondered the boy. The boy's head sticks up two feet above the compactor blade as he sits there. Zoe dumps 2 cans of diapers in the hopper covering the boy and girl.
“Yeah, what did you do?” Asked the girl. “Mommy threw me away because I wouldn't go potty in my pants!” Zoe dumps 2 more cans in the truck.
“I....just came back from daycare and then was taken out of my car seat. Then mommy changed my diaper, then put me out for disposal! When the trash truck didn't take the trash for two weeks, I was brought back into the house and left in my crib, having my diaper changed every hour, wet or not. I was given bottles of milk until this morning,
when mommy changed my diaper and then told daddy to take me out to the curb!” Explained the boy to Sara.
“Awww! They didn’t even give you a reason? That’s pretty low!” Says Sara.
“I know! The daycare loaned me out to a diaper lab that is next door. They used me as their lab rat.....squirting all kinds of yucky stuff all over me and my diapers too. Then, I was taken back to the daycare, cleaned up somewhat and changed before Mommy came got me. Mommy didn't even know I had been loaned out I bet, either!” States the boy
“I still have some kind of yucky greasy stuff in my butt crack and in my crotch that won't come off either!” I say to the girl.
“Eew!! Yea! Tell me about it! I have been packed once already. I have some of the gel up in my butt and crotch says the girl. I need to poop I don't even want to think about how nasty that will feel especially, once I am packed again. I cant believe mom did this to me!” Stated the girl. “Well, what can we do about this....what happens if we try to get out of the hopper?” Asked the boy. “The mean lady just pushes us back in and there is a big metal thing that comes down and traps you.” Explained Sara. Sara made a face. “Can't hold it any more” she said and filled her diaper. Zoe dumps the final 2 cans.
“AWH! Ok...then....if you try to escape, that thing would knock you back down then......
Yeah.” Further Explains Sara to the boy. “EEEEEW! Go back into the truck please......
Says the boy. “I don't want any of that on me!!” Sara started to cry again.
The boy tried to shift but found from his waist down, was buried under diapers and trash,
as he sat against the compactor blade. “I'm sorry please don’t hate me…I don’t want to be alone in the truck. Sobbed Sara. “I don't....I just don't really know what is going to happen to me yet, and how I might come out of this.” I say.
Sara ran her fingers through her hair. “You are going to be covered in diaper goo and anything else that is thrown away. I am already soaked with pee and I was just crushed 5 minutes ago.” States Sara. “EEWWW! There is diaper gel all over the floor of this thing!
It's in my diaper now too...UUUUUHHH!” Exclaims the boy.
“Yeah and its going to get all over you! If you want to be crushed alone, fine!” Said Sara to me, the boy in the hopper. Sara tried to move away from me.
“Ok, then, come sit next to me.....we’ll do this together. just move those disposable diapers and cloth diapers over here.....don't worry about covering my lap.” I tell Sara while I am sitting in the hopper. She shoves the diapers onto my lap, clearing an area on the hopper's metal floor. Thank you sobbed Sara. She climbed over to the boy (ME) and sat next to him and gave him a hug as the pre-crusher came down and the packer started.
My diaper bunches up as he slides along the metal floor......the diaper bunches up in between the boy's legs, spreading his legs apart, as the diapers press harder and harder against his diaper and then some of the cloth diapers bunch up and rise, covering his face.....the cloth diapers hanging out of his disposable diaper snag on burs on the packer blade.....then a corner of his cloth diaper gets caught in a small crack in the packer blade
as it retracts, it tears and rips the cloth diaper badly in the back.....and even begins to pull it out from in his disposable diaper. the other layers of cloth diapers remain in the disposable diaper. The boy's clean still dry cloth diaper with tons of powder on and in it, gets stuck and crammed into the crack tighter and tighter as the blade retracts. Then Zoe goes to the next stop.
At this stop, there are four totes full of nothing but clean, unfolded pre-fold cloth diapers, cloth training pants, that were used to hold the pre-folds on, then were disposed of.....after being washed and dried.
The six 32 gallon rubbermaid trash cans have more pre-folds that had been rinsed in the toilet before being disposed of.....then dried, stiff. There are 400 pairs of frosted plastic pants, two sock monkeys with diapers on them.....in the cans.
The last two cans have formerly wet unrinsed cloth pre-fold cloth diapers. There are also two 32 gallon laundry baskets full of stained up, sticky, gel filled pre-folds in the baskets.
A baby girl is tied up to the handles of the first tote who is wearing noting but saggy, clean, powdery cloth diapers......she hasn't had anything to drink for 26 hours while being out there tied. Zoe has a universal key that opens the handcuffs that were issued to the family, by Zoe and Sadie's company, just in case.
The girl's six brand new, unopened packages of First Quality Disposable diapers are also sitting next to the second tote to the right of the first one. There are also three force-flex trash bags full of the girl's clothes...onesies and a few of her dolls also laying behind the 32 gallon trash cans.
Zoe gets out, lifts the pre-crusher. Zoe dumps the 4 totes and goes to unlock the girl, and then take her to the hopper. Noticing the training pants and dry diaper, “Were your parents potty training you?” Zoe asks the girl. “No...they were just too cheap to use pins or diapers with Velcro!!! I was disposed of by my grand parents. They don't like disposable diapers and don't know how to use them.” States the girl, standing next to the hopper. “Ah I see.” Zoe says as she puts her in the hopper.
“Did they put out any toys you want with you?” Asks Zoe. “My grand parents even stick me into the bowl of the toilet to rinse me and my diapers off while I am still wearing my diapers! Sometimes, they don't even change me...they just rinse me off and then let me run around until I'm dry.” Stated the girl to Zoe “Aww, doesn’t sound very fun.” States Zoe. “Sighs.......they weren't all there any ways. They were getting too old to care for me. That is why they disposed of me. They called the disposal agencies and the daycares...but with their fixed incomes, they can't afford it.” Explains the girl to Zoe.
Zoe dumps the 6 cans, spilling cloth diapers plastic pants and the monkey into the hopper. “Yeah it can be expensive.” States Zoe. Zoe picks up the bag with the girl’s dolls in it and put it next to her. “Here are your dollies if you want them.” Zoe states, putting the bag in the hopper. “Ok....thanks.” States the girl, laying down in the hopper. Zoe tosses in the 2 other bags with her clothes. “AWH...MAN! one of my cloth diapers is jammed in the bottom crack here...between the floor and this...square thing.....I can't get it out! I can't move without ripping or loosing my diapers! Oh well! I'll just sit here until you crush all of my diapers” States the girl......with the sagging part of her cloth diaper stuck and really jammed. “Here. Let me help you.” Zoe says, taking off her diaper. “Oh, thanks.” Says the girl, a little surprised.
Zoe takes one of the First Quality Diapers, puts them on her. “There! Now, you have a proper clean diaper on. How old are you sweetie?” Zoe asks the girl. “I’m 20” States the girl. “Thanks! That was REALLY nice of you....you didn't have to do that.” Says the girl to Zoe. “You’re welcome” Says Zoe to the girl. The girl sits up and then lays with her back against the compactor's blade. She sucks her thumb. “Move to the middle sweetie, it will be better for you when you are crushed.” Zoe suggests, repositioning her in the middle of the hopper. The girl is laying on her left side. “Ok.....thanks miss.” The girl says mumbling with her thumb in her mouth. “Time to crush you” Zoe says before running the packer.
The diapers bunch up around the girl, pushing her into the holding area. Zoe watches her get crushed and then gets back into the cab. Zoe drives to the nest to last house before she has to go to the big stop at the diaper factory and diaper testing labs...all in one. Then to the diaper store.
Zoe pulls up and there are six totes and four 32 gallon trash cans. Totes have loose disposable diapers in them....both wet, and some dry, worn but not used. The 32 gallon trash cans have clothing and clean cloth diapers, onesies that have fallen onto the ground. There are 20 onesies and 15 scattered clean pre-fold cloth diapers all around the cans. There is a mother, standing near the 32 gallon cans with her 19 year old wearing ten layered cloth diapers that she had just put on him and a really, really thick disposable Attends with Waistband diaper with 10 Dignity Naturals booster pads in it. The boy has been dosed with a VERY powerful sleeping drug. He is laying at her feet on his back. There is also a cheap stroller.....with another sleeping baby boy with the same diaper on as the other one has on. The stroller is parked next to the second trash can to the right of it. Zoe gets out, dumps two of the totes. While they are dumping, Zoë greets the mother.
“Hi miss. I am here just to watch my two 18 and 19 year olds getting disposed of.....” States the mother. “Sure thing.” Zoe tells her. “I am ready for the first one…” Zoe says.
“I'm going to need you miss, to take the boy's feet while I take the boy's arms....” States the mother. “Ok” Zoe says grabbing the feet. “Ready? One.....two.........three....UHHH!!!!!” Grunts the mother. On three, Zoe and the mother fling him into the truck. “Ok, on to number two!” Zoe says then wheels the stroller to the truck. “You take the front, and I'll take the back.....” Says the mother to Zoe. “On three.....one........two..........three! UHHHHH!!!!!!!” Grunts the mother.
On three, Zoe and the mother toss the boy into the hopper. He rolls out of the stroller, into the hopper. The stroller lands sideways in the corner.
Zoe dumps the remaining totes. “Why are you disposing of them?” Zoe asks her.
“Well, the 19 year old was used in nasty chemical testing in a lab at my work,
and the 18 year old......had been kidnapped and was taken to the dump....I don't want them now, since they came back all full of chemicals and dirt! The kidnappers had also used the 18 year old as some sex slave. He is no good to me. He needs reprogrammed!” Explained the Mother. “That’s too bad!” Zoe says as she dumps the cans. As a 2nd time disposal, plus the chemicals, they will probably stay at the dump for good.” States Zoe to the mother. “They gave him pills and injections that kept him hard...see...look! He still has one!” States the mother, showing Zoe the boy’s hard-on.
“Yea.....wow!!! Well, I need to pack them now, so if you want to say one last goodbye, now is the time!” States Zoe to the Mother.
He leaks cum all over the place, all of the time too!” States the mother.
“Well, plenty of diapers to soak that up in here!” Zoe laughs as she runs the packer.
“I can't keep the both of them clean either...the 19 year old got into some chemical that won't wash off and won't dissolve!” States the mother. The mother is quiet as she watches the packer do her boys. “Here....I got you a money order for $1,000. That should cover me for a little bit and the rest is for your troubles.” States the mother handing Zoe a Money Order. “Great! Thanks! Have a nice day.” Zoe says as she gets back into the truck.