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A few months go by and one of Misses Newell's clients heard about how they had disposed of both Hunter and Christian. The mother and father of two twins was having troubles with one of the twins....as the mother changed the boy's diaper. The boy started kicking and crying....
Mike: waaaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaa!
Kate: (Mother of the twins) Why are you kicking and crying sweetheart?
Kate fastened her son's diaper and sees he has a rash.
Kate: Oh....you poor thing..... mommy doesn't have any rash cream right now....but since I am going to change your wet disposable diapers with all these soft cloth diapers in them, your rash won't bother you as much once I get you into your nice, soft, clean, dry, comfy diapers. Then mommy has to get your brother changed then we have to go to Misses Newell's house for daycare in less than an hour.
Mike: Mommy? Why are you packing all of those cloth diapers?
Kate: Because, I am taking them to daycare with both of you so they can be used on you two.
Kate knew that Misses Newell didn't like or use cloth diapers in her daycare. She wasn't about to tell her two twins that she and her husband had talked with both Daniel and Misses Newell and they skeptically agreed to dispose of both of the twins during their last daycare stay.
As Kate gets the twins changed into baby blue t-shirt, for Mike and a dark blue t-shirt for Justin. Both boy's were now dressed in just their diapers and t-shirts and Kate packed onesies in both diaper bags. Then packed a pair of plastic pants and three cloth diapers, six thick booster pads, two Pampers size six, and two Huggies overnite diapers in each diaper bag.
Then she closed the diaper bags and the slung each diaper bag over her shoulders and then she took each twin by the hand and then brought them out to her car where she put each boy into their seats and buckled them in. While she was busy with that, James, the twins' father, loaded their cloth diapers, clothing, onesies, footed sleepers and crib bedding into the trunk before he loaded a couple trash bags full of the twins' almost dried used formerly wet diapers into the nearly empty floor boards behind the passenger and driver seats. Then James closed the trunk and then closed Kate's door for her, giving her a long kiss.
James: Bye Bye boys. Bye sweetie, see YOU after work.
Kate: Bye honey. Have a good day at work.
Kate then backed out of the garage and out into the street then she drove to Misses Newell's house.
Driving through the congested freeway traffic across town to the outskirts and then to the country side where Misses Newell's house was before pulling up in front. Misses Newell was out getting the mail from the day before when Kate, Mike and Justin pulled up. Misses Newell went over to greet the boys and help bring everything into the house.
Misses Newell: Hi there boys....
Are you two ready for a fun day? We sure have a lot planned for you two today!
Let me help you two out of your seats and get you two into the house.
Justin: Hi Miss Newell. What do you have planned for us today?
Misses Newell: Well, today is special....do either of you know why?
Mike: No Miss Newell.
Miss Newell: Well, you two get to help me take out the daycare trash, and help Daniel and I load the burn barrel. Sounds....fun right?
Mike: You mean, that we get to help you and Mr Newell load the burn barrel? ALRIGHT! YEA!!
Justin: Awe....MAN! Do I.. have....to...Miss Newell?
Misses Newell: No Justin, maybe there will be something else you can do. Come on boys, let's get you two inside....shall we?
Misses Newell takes the twins inside and then she gets Justin to follow her and Mike into the Den where the almost full daycare trash can full of dirty diapers is.
Misses Newell: Mikey sweetie, Its time to take all of these smelly, dirty diapers outside to our dirty daycare trash can. Can you help me by taking all of these cloth diapers from this box and put them and anything in the box, into the trash can for me?
Mike: But, but, Miss Newell, these diapers belong to Justin and I.
Misses Newell: Yes, They....do sweetie. Since I do NOT like or use cloth diapers, They are all trash now. We only use disposable diapers here.
Justin: UM....Miss Newell? I... wet my diaper.....and it leaked....
Misses Newell: Ok Sweetie, come with me.....I will get you changed sweetheart. Now, I hope your mommy packed enough diapers for you....because we are almost out of your Pampers diapers your mommy bought.
Uh....up you go....there...Now lie down....good... Boy. Whoa! You weren't kidding! You really DID soak your diaper! Don't worry, I will get you all nice and dry and comfy.....
Justin: Miss Newell?
Misses Newell: Yes Baby? As misses Newell fastened the tapes and pulled the heavy front of the diaper down, she paused to answer Justin's question.
Justin: What do you do......with the cloth diapers after they are thrown away in the trash?
Misses Newell: Well sweetie, I am going to burn them.
Justin: Our clothes are in a bag next to the box that our cloth diapers are in ..Are you going to burn them too?
Misses Newell: Yes, I am afraid so. You and your brother won't be needing them any more.
Justin: Wait! What are you...saying?
Misses Newell: Oh....I am SO....SO sorry hon.....I... thought you both knew.....
Justin: .....knew.. what?
Misses Newell: Well, your mommy, daddy, Daniel and I talked for a long time last week, and they asked if Daniel and I could dispose of you two, your left-over disposable diapers, your cloth diapers, clothes, and your cribs and bedding. I was against it, but after Daniel and I talked, I said I would. Then your mommy and Daddy paid Daniel and I a LOT of money to dispose of you two....Daniel and I really need the money with our new baby and the other two still in pull-ups and diapers....SO.....sometime before bed, One of you will be put into the trash can with all of the dirty diapers while the other will be put into our kitchen compactor with dirty diapers and other trash.
Justin: NO! Miss Newell, PLLLEASE!!!! DON'T throw me away! I promise.....I will be good!
Misses Newell: I'm so sorry honey, but it has...to be this way. I wish that things could be different......
Justin: Will I get diaper changes after I get disposed of?
Misses Newell: I am afraid not sweetie.
Justin: Why NOT Miss Newell?
Misses Newell: Once you are in the trash, it won't matter if you are wearing a clean, dirty, wet or leaky diaper. You and your diapers will be trash hon. We don't clean trash for disposal.
Justin: Can I pick what my last diaper will be? Can I wear just my diaper if I want?
Misses Newell: Sure...when it's time, you can choose any diaper you want and wear....or not wear whatever you want.
Justin: What if there are no more diapers left? Will I have to pick a diaper from the trash?
Misses Newell: No, you will be disposed of in the diaper you have on at the time, dry, wet, messy or not.
Misses Newell opens the diaper bag and sees only two Pampers size six, the two Huggies Overnite diapers, 10 Tranquility brand youth sized diapers, the six thick booster pads, and the plastic pants and three clean and neatly folded cloth diapers. Misses Newell takes one of the Pampers out and then opens it up, then takes out two booster pads and then inserts them into the Pampers diaper. Then she reaches into the diaper bag and takes the wipes and the powder out. She sets it all down next to Justin on the changing table. Then Misses Newell fastened the tapes and pulls the front of the soaked Pampers down, before grabbing a couple of wipes and wiping Justin's diapering area thoroughly. Then, misses Newell lifts Justin's butt while she expertly pulls his soaked Pampers size six out from under him and then she puts his diaper into his chest while she slides the thick, clean Pampers underneath him.
Once the thick, clean Pampers diaper was under him, Misses Newell took the baby powder and sprinkled a lot into Justin's diapering area then she put the powder bottle down with a puff and then she pulled the front of the thick and bulky Pampers diaper up then fastened the tapes.
Misses Newell: There you are hon, all nice and comfy now.
Let me help you down .....O......K.....there.... wait for me, here.. take your soaked diaper.....ok ...Now I will have you bring it over to the trash can for me and put it in.
Justin: What.....you aren't going to.....roll it up?
Misses Newell: Nope.....it's being tossed just......like....that.
Justin: SO....you don't roll any of the diapers up when you throw them away?
Misses Newell: Most of the time, I just fold them over and just toss them into the trash can with the others.....Sometimes I DO roll them up if they have a large mess in them.
Justin: SO......how long will it take before the diapers and I are emptied into the burn barrel?
Misses Newell: When the can gets full sweetie.
Justin: Will you be helping Daniel?
Misses Newell: Yes, of course.
Justin: Does my brother know he is being thrown away yet?
Misses Newell: No, but I will tell him at his next diaper change.
Justin: Which one of us will be thrown away first?
Misses Newell: You will hon.
Justin Turns to Daniel who is sitting on the couch;
Justin: Daniel? What do you do with all of the dirty diapers?
Daniel Newell: We burn them.
Justin: is that what you are going to do to my brother and I?
Daniel Newell: I am afraid so. Anything in the trash can when I go out to load the burn barrel, is getting loaded.
Justin: How long am I going to be IN the trash with all of those dirty diapers?
Daniel Newell: (putting down his bottle of beer and looking at thickly diapered Justin ) When ever the can gets full, I will burn a load in the burn barrel out in the backyard.
Justin: What is that stinky slimy stuff you pour all over the diapers?
Misses Newell: We use diesel fuel. It burns hotter and longer, so it burns everything better hon.
Justin: You mean to tell me that you are going to pour that stuff on me?
Daniel Newell: Yes, in fact, I think my wife and I are going to bathe you thoroughly in diesel fuel, and just to make sure the diesel fuel gets everywhere, my wife will take one of your cloth or disposable diapers and use it to pour and wipe as much diesel fuel all over you as possible! Even the areas inside your diaper!
Justin: NOOOOOOOO!!!! PLEASE! Don't throw me away! I.....don't WANNA be burned!
Daniel Newell: Sorry kid....it HAS to be this way. Your parents paid us a lot of money to dispose of you and your brother, and we need the money. You WILL be disposed of with the rest of the dirty diapers tonight! I will be happy to dispose of you and your brother!
Misses Newell: Honey!! Why did you say that?
Daniel Newell: Well, when we disposed of Hunter and Christian, I kind of felt a sense of....satisfaction after they were gone even though It seemed hard at first. Your brother is going into our kitchen compactor tonight and he stays in there until the bag is full and then one if us takes it outside for disposal.
Justin: What happened to Hunter and.......what was his name.....was it...Christian?
Misses Newell: we threw them away hon. We couldn't afford to take care of them with the new baby.
Justin: when I am in the trash can waiting for the can to be taken out, with you put unfolded wet diapers on me?
Misses Newell: Yes hon, I will.
Justin: even my face?
Misses Newell: Unfortunately, yes....there will be a lot of dirty diapers being tossed in there on you sweetie, I am sorry that it has to be this way.
How would you like something to drink?
Justin: Sure Misses Newell....can I get some strawberry milk?
Misses Newell: Sure sweetie, would you like it in a bottle or a sippy cup?
Justin: UM......a bottle please.....
Misses Newell takes Justin to get him a bottle of strawberry milk. Misses Newell also gets a bottle of chocolate milk for Justin's brother.
Misses Newell: Hey, Mike, your diaper looks saggy, looks like you need a diaper change....why don't you let me change you?
Mike: Yes ma'am, I am wet. I think I leaked too.
Misses Newell: oh.. .poor thing. Come over here and I'll change you sweetie. Ok. . Lie down.....th.. ..ere you go...good boy... hey Daniel, can you bring me Mike's diaper bag please?
Daniel brings the diaper bag over to his wife and then goes to the kitchen to get another cold beer. Then he goes back to the couch to finish watching his football game.
Mike: How come you are throwing away all of our clothes miss Newell?
Misses Newell: Well, sweetie, as I explained to your brother, your mom and dad paid us a lot of money to dispose of you. You won t be needing your clothes any more, so now they are trash.
Mike: NOOOO! I'm not trash!
Don't throw me away!!!!
Are you going to throw our diaper bags away too?
Misses Newell: Yes, They will be trash too.
Mike: Even if they still have clean diapers and baby powder in them?
Misses Newell: I would take the powder out then they will be trash...yes, even with clean diapers in them.
Mike: Which one of us is going into the trash can and which one of us is going into the compactor?
Misses Newell: Well, you will be put into the compactor and your brother will be put into the trash can.
Mike: Why do I have to go into the compactor????
Misses Newell: Because, you're the heaviest wetter and your diapers will need to be squeezed out some before it will be your turn in the burn barrel.
Mike: What? I....am going to be....burned? Burned with all of the dirty diapers, my clothes and my diaper bag?
Misses Newell: Yes, I am afraid so sweetie.
Mike: Can I have the plastic diapers instead of the Pampers or Huggies diapers please? I think my mom called them, Tranquility diapers.....and can you put two booster pads in it?
Misses Newell: I can do that, sure. I am just going to change this diaper again in an hour or so. I am hoping to use up as many of your diapers as I can before it will be compactor time.
Mike: Do you always run the compactor when you load it?
Misses Newell: No, not always, just when we need to make more room for more diapers.
You know, that other trash goes in the compactor too.....
Mike: Like....what?
Misses Newell: Food scraps, food boxes and wrappers, paper napkins and paper towels, used baby wipes, Clorox kitchen wipes, floor sweepings, and of course, diapers.
Mike: What if I try to get out when you open the compactor?
Misses Newell: We will just make sure you get put back in....and then we WOULD run the compactor for sure. The compactor sure does a good job of smashing the diapers up!
As misses Newell pulls out one of the clean Tranquility youth diapers, the opens it up. She then puts the two booster pads into the Tranquility youth diaper and then she puts the open clean diaper down so that she can unfasten the tapes of Mike's soaking wet and saggy Pampers diaper. Then she pulls the front of the diaper down, then she reaches into the diaper bag and takes out the wipes container. Misses Newell then tapes out four or five wipes and begins to wipe Mike's diapering area, dropping each well used wipe into the wet Pampers diaper. Then she lifts his bottom then pulls the diaper and wipes out from under him and then she folds the diaper over and lays it into Mike's chest while she takes the open Tranquility youth diaper with the very thick and bulky booster pads in it and she slides it under Mike. Then Misses Newell uses some baby powder and the she sets the baby powder bottle down, then grabs the front wings of the thick clean youth diaper and she pulls the front of the diaper up, then as she smoothes and tucks the wings in along the sides, she brings the back wings with the tapes across to the front where she peels the blue tape up that is also stuck to regular tape and she fastened the bottom tapes first then the top tapes on each side.
Misses Newell: There you are sweetie.....you should be NICE.....and come now. Are you almost ready for lunch?
Then it will be nap time for the two of you......ok?
Mike: How long will naptime last?
Misses Newell: A couple of hours or so....
Mike: What will happen after our nap?
Misses Newell: I will give you both your last and final diaper changes and then I will put your brother into the trash can with the dirty diapers and Daniel will load you and some of your diapers into the kitchen compactor. It will be trash time for you two.
Mike: NOOOO! PLEASE! Don't!
I don't wanna go into the compactor! Can I see what is in there before I take a nap?
Misses Newell: Sure hon, come with me.
Misses Newell takes Mike by the hand and leads him into the kitchen. She unlocks the compactor and then slides the compactor open. Then she gets Mike over to one side so he can see into the compactor trash bag.
Seeing some food scraps and plate scrapings on top of some mashed up unrolled wet and messy diapers, Mike turns to Misses Newell and says;
Mike: I am going into that bag with all of that yucky, messy food and diapers?
Misses Newell: Yes, after your nap unless you want to go ahead and go in now....I will go take you to get changed into your last diaper now if you like.
Mike: Do I...HAVE to? Are you making me?
Misses Newell: No, we can wait until after your nap...
Mike: Will you care if I play with the diapers in there?
Misses Newell: lol, no sweetie, I won't. Do whatever you want with the stuff in there.
Mike: Will you put food scraps I and more diapers in there when I'm in there? Will you pour food all over my diapers and will I get it all over my face?
Misses Newell: Yes, anything that needs to be thrown away, will go in on top of you, even dirty diapers and yes, you will get food, trash and dirty diapers put on your face and food on your face, body and diapers. Are you...SURE you don't want to go in there now?
You can have a nice bottle of chocolate milk....
Mike: ....Ok, ok....yes, put me in then.
Misses Newell: Good BOY!
Now come lie down here on the floor and I will get you changed into your last diaper. Looks like you leaked badly into that white onesie of yours........it's soaking wet all around the legs and up the back. Well, good thing too, because it's trash now. Hey Daniel hon, can you bring me Mike's diaper bag for me please? Thanks babe.
Daniel brings his wifey Mike's diaper bag then Misses Newell begins unfastening the onesie, flipping the flaps up and tucking the lower flap under Mike so that she can unfasten the tapes of Mike's diaper.
Misses Newell: Now, what kind of diaper would you like to be changed into? There are three kinds, Pampers, a Huggies Overnites, or another one of the Tranquility Youth sized diapers like the one I'm about to change?
Mike: UM, can I have......The thick Tranquility diapers with the three booster pads and may I have the cloth diapers put inside my diaper please?
Misses Newell: uh, sure, I don't care.... .Do you want me to use baby powder in your diaper hon?
Mike: Yes please, a lot, a lot, as much as you can please.
Misses Newell unfastens the tapes of the semi wet diaper Mike is wearing and then pulls the front down before pulling the heavy diaper out from under him before temporarily putting the diaper into Mike's chest while she takes one of the crinkly plastic backed Tranquility youth diaper, opens it, then peels the adhesive paper from the backs of the three thick booster pads before she inserts them lake into his diaper. Then she lifts Mike up while slides the thick and bulky, crinckly diaper under Mike. Then Misses Newell reaches into the diaper bag and takes out all three folded cloth pre-fold diapers and lays them on top of the booster pads in layers, in the back, middle and front of the diaper. Then she takes the wipes and she uses them to give Mike one last thorough wipe down, dropping the used wipes into the clean and thick diapers she is about to put on Mike. Then Misses Newell took the baby powder and she started shaking at least a quarter of the almost full bottle into his diapering areas.
Misses Newell: Now THAT ought to be enough powder for ya.
Misses Newell then puts the powder down and then she grabs the cloth diapers and then lays them over Mike's diapering area before she pulls the front of the bulky disposable diaper up. Then she fastened the tapes starting with the two bottom tapes then the two top tapes, making sure the diaper was snug but not too tight. Then she ran her index and middle fingers on both hands along the elastics to ensure they were all sticking outwards.
Misses Newell: There...you are sweetie, I hope you're nice and comfy, because that.....is the last diaper you'll wear.
Let me get you that bottle of chocolate milk.
Misses Newell stands up and gets an old plastic bottle and an old nipple then she inserts it into the bottle cap before going to the fridge and taking the chocolate milk out and filling the bottle. Once she put the cap on nice and tightly, she took the bottle over to Mike who was still laying on the floor with his semi wet diaper on his chest.
Misses Newell: Hey Honey? Can you come in here and put Mike and his dirty diapers into the compactor for me?
I still have to take his wet onesie off before you put him in. Then I can go get Justin changed and disposed of.
Daniel comes over to the kitchen where Mike is lying on the floor with his semi wet diaper on his chest and then, picks him up and takes his diaper off his chest and sets it on the floor in front of the open compactor.
Misses Newell: Ok, hon, raise your arms into the air for me so I can take the onesie off.
Misses Newell then takes the onesie off and drops it onto Mike's diaper on the floor.
Then Daniel picks up Mike and begins to load him feet first into the compactor.
Mike: Daniel! NOOOO! PLEASE!!! I don't wanna go in there! PLEASE don't put me in there!
Daniel Newell: Oh, shhhush! You are trash now! Bye-bye little diapered trash. It's compactor time boy, this is how we do your dirty diapers!
Mike: Are you going to put more diapers in here? Hey! There are two open wet diapers in there facing up! They have wipies in them! Are you going to lay me down onto them?
Daniel Newell: Yes, I am and there will be more trash and diapers going in there and I don't care if your head or face will be laying in an open dirty diaper! Babe, can you bring the dirty diapers that we're going to put into the compactor?
Misses Newell: Yes sure.
Misses Newell goes and gets the diapers and pull-ups in one of the diaper trash cans and brings the can over to the compactor.
Daniel Newell: Thanks Hon.
Now, baby boy, here comes more diapers and trash....
Daniel then begins to empty some of the unrolled wet and messy diapers and pull-ups into the compactor on top of Mike.
Then Daniel reaches down, picks up Mike's diaper bag then puts it into the compactor.
As Daniel closes the drawer, Daniel tells Mike;
Daniel Newell: Time to start the compactor now....
The compactor drawer slides closed and then Daniel locks the door before turning the dial settings and then he hit the power button. Inside the compactor, Mike, is encased in the smelly darkness as he heard Daniel lock the door, turn some dials and turn the power on. Then a low humming sound began to drown out the outside noise. Suddenly, something heavy and cold began to press harder and harder into the diapers and him. Suddenly, Mike found his head being wrapped into the open wet disposable diaper he had been placed into. As the compactor pressed harder and harder, another open, wet diaper began to forcefully wrap itself around Mike's head, with the wet padding pressing against his face and head. Mike began to groan as the compactor reached maximum pressure. He could feel the compactor's pressure beginning to burst some of the wet diapers all over him. He could feel the cold, wet, slimy gels and wet padding on his chest and now parts of his face.
As the compactor cycle retracted, he began to try to move around a little in the dark compactor. He found that he was able to turn himself over onto his stomach but the diapers that had wrapped around his head were unforgiving and wouldn't release their grip they had on his head. Mike got somewhat comfortable, as comfortable as possible, laying on his belly and soon fell asleep.
It seemed like ONLY a few hours later, sometime early the next morning, Mike heard a lot of voices in the kitchen. As he began to wonder if he should try to call out to anyone, the compactor door was unlocked, and slid open.
Mike: Hey, can some one let me out? I need to be cleaned up. I think a diaper burst all over me!
Misses Newell: Sorry kiddo, you're trash now. You're just going to have to stay in there now.
Misses Newell grabs a pot handle and a plastic stirring spoon and comes over to the compactor holding the pot over the opening.
Misses Newell: This is last night's left-over spaghetti and meatballs. Get ready, I am about pour and scrape it all over you!
Mike: No! PLEASE! Don't pour that on me! Can you at least pour that over my diapers and legs and not my face?
Misses Newell: I will try...but it doesn't matter if you get covered with it now, you're trash. You don't get a choice.
Misses Newell scrapes the left-over spaghetti into the compactor getting it all over Mike's diaper, in his hair and all over his abdomen and legs too.
Then Misses Newell tosses in a couple of banana peels, some used paper towels, as well as some old coffee grounds and the old coffee filter. The grounds get all over Mike's diaper and into his hair and are now sticking to the left-over spaghetti sauce that is in his hair and all over his face.
Then Misses Newell closes the compactor and locks it again.
Mike is dirty and covered in left-over food and wet diaper gels. He hears several voices that sound familiar to him in the kitchen. Suddenly, the compactor opens again and Mike hears what sounds like his mom and dad.
Aaron: ( Justin & Mike's dad)
So, there is Mike, laying there in the trash compactor covered with trash. When will you take the trash out to the burn barrel?
Mike: waaaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaa!
Kate: (Mother of the twins) Why are you kicking and crying sweetheart?
Kate fastened her son's diaper and sees he has a rash.
Kate: Oh....you poor thing..... mommy doesn't have any rash cream right now....but since I am going to change your wet disposable diapers with all these soft cloth diapers in them, your rash won't bother you as much once I get you into your nice, soft, clean, dry, comfy diapers. Then mommy has to get your brother changed then we have to go to Misses Newell's house for daycare in less than an hour.
Mike: Mommy? Why are you packing all of those cloth diapers?
Kate: Because, I am taking them to daycare with both of you so they can be used on you two.
Kate knew that Misses Newell didn't like or use cloth diapers in her daycare. She wasn't about to tell her two twins that she and her husband had talked with both Daniel and Misses Newell and they skeptically agreed to dispose of both of the twins during their last daycare stay.
As Kate gets the twins changed into baby blue t-shirt, for Mike and a dark blue t-shirt for Justin. Both boy's were now dressed in just their diapers and t-shirts and Kate packed onesies in both diaper bags. Then packed a pair of plastic pants and three cloth diapers, six thick booster pads, two Pampers size six, and two Huggies overnite diapers in each diaper bag.
Then she closed the diaper bags and the slung each diaper bag over her shoulders and then she took each twin by the hand and then brought them out to her car where she put each boy into their seats and buckled them in. While she was busy with that, James, the twins' father, loaded their cloth diapers, clothing, onesies, footed sleepers and crib bedding into the trunk before he loaded a couple trash bags full of the twins' almost dried used formerly wet diapers into the nearly empty floor boards behind the passenger and driver seats. Then James closed the trunk and then closed Kate's door for her, giving her a long kiss.
James: Bye Bye boys. Bye sweetie, see YOU after work.
Kate: Bye honey. Have a good day at work.
Kate then backed out of the garage and out into the street then she drove to Misses Newell's house.
Driving through the congested freeway traffic across town to the outskirts and then to the country side where Misses Newell's house was before pulling up in front. Misses Newell was out getting the mail from the day before when Kate, Mike and Justin pulled up. Misses Newell went over to greet the boys and help bring everything into the house.
Misses Newell: Hi there boys....
Are you two ready for a fun day? We sure have a lot planned for you two today!
Let me help you two out of your seats and get you two into the house.
Justin: Hi Miss Newell. What do you have planned for us today?
Misses Newell: Well, today is special....do either of you know why?
Mike: No Miss Newell.
Miss Newell: Well, you two get to help me take out the daycare trash, and help Daniel and I load the burn barrel. Sounds....fun right?
Mike: You mean, that we get to help you and Mr Newell load the burn barrel? ALRIGHT! YEA!!
Justin: Awe....MAN! Do I.. have....to...Miss Newell?
Misses Newell: No Justin, maybe there will be something else you can do. Come on boys, let's get you two inside....shall we?
Misses Newell takes the twins inside and then she gets Justin to follow her and Mike into the Den where the almost full daycare trash can full of dirty diapers is.
Misses Newell: Mikey sweetie, Its time to take all of these smelly, dirty diapers outside to our dirty daycare trash can. Can you help me by taking all of these cloth diapers from this box and put them and anything in the box, into the trash can for me?
Mike: But, but, Miss Newell, these diapers belong to Justin and I.
Misses Newell: Yes, They....do sweetie. Since I do NOT like or use cloth diapers, They are all trash now. We only use disposable diapers here.
Justin: UM....Miss Newell? I... wet my diaper.....and it leaked....
Misses Newell: Ok Sweetie, come with me.....I will get you changed sweetheart. Now, I hope your mommy packed enough diapers for you....because we are almost out of your Pampers diapers your mommy bought.
Uh....up you go....there...Now lie down....good... Boy. Whoa! You weren't kidding! You really DID soak your diaper! Don't worry, I will get you all nice and dry and comfy.....
Justin: Miss Newell?
Misses Newell: Yes Baby? As misses Newell fastened the tapes and pulled the heavy front of the diaper down, she paused to answer Justin's question.
Justin: What do you do......with the cloth diapers after they are thrown away in the trash?
Misses Newell: Well sweetie, I am going to burn them.
Justin: Our clothes are in a bag next to the box that our cloth diapers are in ..Are you going to burn them too?
Misses Newell: Yes, I am afraid so. You and your brother won't be needing them any more.
Justin: Wait! What are you...saying?
Misses Newell: Oh....I am SO....SO sorry hon.....I... thought you both knew.....
Justin: .....knew.. what?
Misses Newell: Well, your mommy, daddy, Daniel and I talked for a long time last week, and they asked if Daniel and I could dispose of you two, your left-over disposable diapers, your cloth diapers, clothes, and your cribs and bedding. I was against it, but after Daniel and I talked, I said I would. Then your mommy and Daddy paid Daniel and I a LOT of money to dispose of you two....Daniel and I really need the money with our new baby and the other two still in pull-ups and diapers....SO.....sometime before bed, One of you will be put into the trash can with all of the dirty diapers while the other will be put into our kitchen compactor with dirty diapers and other trash.
Justin: NO! Miss Newell, PLLLEASE!!!! DON'T throw me away! I promise.....I will be good!
Misses Newell: I'm so sorry honey, but it has...to be this way. I wish that things could be different......
Justin: Will I get diaper changes after I get disposed of?
Misses Newell: I am afraid not sweetie.
Justin: Why NOT Miss Newell?
Misses Newell: Once you are in the trash, it won't matter if you are wearing a clean, dirty, wet or leaky diaper. You and your diapers will be trash hon. We don't clean trash for disposal.
Justin: Can I pick what my last diaper will be? Can I wear just my diaper if I want?
Misses Newell: Sure...when it's time, you can choose any diaper you want and wear....or not wear whatever you want.
Justin: What if there are no more diapers left? Will I have to pick a diaper from the trash?
Misses Newell: No, you will be disposed of in the diaper you have on at the time, dry, wet, messy or not.
Misses Newell opens the diaper bag and sees only two Pampers size six, the two Huggies Overnite diapers, 10 Tranquility brand youth sized diapers, the six thick booster pads, and the plastic pants and three clean and neatly folded cloth diapers. Misses Newell takes one of the Pampers out and then opens it up, then takes out two booster pads and then inserts them into the Pampers diaper. Then she reaches into the diaper bag and takes the wipes and the powder out. She sets it all down next to Justin on the changing table. Then Misses Newell fastened the tapes and pulls the front of the soaked Pampers down, before grabbing a couple of wipes and wiping Justin's diapering area thoroughly. Then, misses Newell lifts Justin's butt while she expertly pulls his soaked Pampers size six out from under him and then she puts his diaper into his chest while she slides the thick, clean Pampers underneath him.
Once the thick, clean Pampers diaper was under him, Misses Newell took the baby powder and sprinkled a lot into Justin's diapering area then she put the powder bottle down with a puff and then she pulled the front of the thick and bulky Pampers diaper up then fastened the tapes.
Misses Newell: There you are hon, all nice and comfy now.
Let me help you down .....O......K.....there.... wait for me, here.. take your soaked diaper.....ok ...Now I will have you bring it over to the trash can for me and put it in.
Justin: What.....you aren't going to.....roll it up?
Misses Newell: Nope.....it's being tossed just......like....that.
Justin: SO....you don't roll any of the diapers up when you throw them away?
Misses Newell: Most of the time, I just fold them over and just toss them into the trash can with the others.....Sometimes I DO roll them up if they have a large mess in them.
Justin: SO......how long will it take before the diapers and I are emptied into the burn barrel?
Misses Newell: When the can gets full sweetie.
Justin: Will you be helping Daniel?
Misses Newell: Yes, of course.
Justin: Does my brother know he is being thrown away yet?
Misses Newell: No, but I will tell him at his next diaper change.
Justin: Which one of us will be thrown away first?
Misses Newell: You will hon.
Justin Turns to Daniel who is sitting on the couch;
Justin: Daniel? What do you do with all of the dirty diapers?
Daniel Newell: We burn them.
Justin: is that what you are going to do to my brother and I?
Daniel Newell: I am afraid so. Anything in the trash can when I go out to load the burn barrel, is getting loaded.
Justin: How long am I going to be IN the trash with all of those dirty diapers?
Daniel Newell: (putting down his bottle of beer and looking at thickly diapered Justin ) When ever the can gets full, I will burn a load in the burn barrel out in the backyard.
Justin: What is that stinky slimy stuff you pour all over the diapers?
Misses Newell: We use diesel fuel. It burns hotter and longer, so it burns everything better hon.
Justin: You mean to tell me that you are going to pour that stuff on me?
Daniel Newell: Yes, in fact, I think my wife and I are going to bathe you thoroughly in diesel fuel, and just to make sure the diesel fuel gets everywhere, my wife will take one of your cloth or disposable diapers and use it to pour and wipe as much diesel fuel all over you as possible! Even the areas inside your diaper!
Justin: NOOOOOOOO!!!! PLEASE! Don't throw me away! I.....don't WANNA be burned!
Daniel Newell: Sorry kid....it HAS to be this way. Your parents paid us a lot of money to dispose of you and your brother, and we need the money. You WILL be disposed of with the rest of the dirty diapers tonight! I will be happy to dispose of you and your brother!
Misses Newell: Honey!! Why did you say that?
Daniel Newell: Well, when we disposed of Hunter and Christian, I kind of felt a sense of....satisfaction after they were gone even though It seemed hard at first. Your brother is going into our kitchen compactor tonight and he stays in there until the bag is full and then one if us takes it outside for disposal.
Justin: What happened to Hunter and.......what was his name.....was it...Christian?
Misses Newell: we threw them away hon. We couldn't afford to take care of them with the new baby.
Justin: when I am in the trash can waiting for the can to be taken out, with you put unfolded wet diapers on me?
Misses Newell: Yes hon, I will.
Justin: even my face?
Misses Newell: Unfortunately, yes....there will be a lot of dirty diapers being tossed in there on you sweetie, I am sorry that it has to be this way.
How would you like something to drink?
Justin: Sure Misses Newell....can I get some strawberry milk?
Misses Newell: Sure sweetie, would you like it in a bottle or a sippy cup?
Justin: UM......a bottle please.....
Misses Newell takes Justin to get him a bottle of strawberry milk. Misses Newell also gets a bottle of chocolate milk for Justin's brother.
Misses Newell: Hey, Mike, your diaper looks saggy, looks like you need a diaper change....why don't you let me change you?
Mike: Yes ma'am, I am wet. I think I leaked too.
Misses Newell: oh.. .poor thing. Come over here and I'll change you sweetie. Ok. . Lie down.....th.. ..ere you go...good boy... hey Daniel, can you bring me Mike's diaper bag please?
Daniel brings the diaper bag over to his wife and then goes to the kitchen to get another cold beer. Then he goes back to the couch to finish watching his football game.
Mike: How come you are throwing away all of our clothes miss Newell?
Misses Newell: Well, sweetie, as I explained to your brother, your mom and dad paid us a lot of money to dispose of you. You won t be needing your clothes any more, so now they are trash.
Mike: NOOOO! I'm not trash!
Don't throw me away!!!!
Are you going to throw our diaper bags away too?
Misses Newell: Yes, They will be trash too.
Mike: Even if they still have clean diapers and baby powder in them?
Misses Newell: I would take the powder out then they will be trash...yes, even with clean diapers in them.
Mike: Which one of us is going into the trash can and which one of us is going into the compactor?
Misses Newell: Well, you will be put into the compactor and your brother will be put into the trash can.
Mike: Why do I have to go into the compactor????
Misses Newell: Because, you're the heaviest wetter and your diapers will need to be squeezed out some before it will be your turn in the burn barrel.
Mike: What? I....am going to be....burned? Burned with all of the dirty diapers, my clothes and my diaper bag?
Misses Newell: Yes, I am afraid so sweetie.
Mike: Can I have the plastic diapers instead of the Pampers or Huggies diapers please? I think my mom called them, Tranquility diapers.....and can you put two booster pads in it?
Misses Newell: I can do that, sure. I am just going to change this diaper again in an hour or so. I am hoping to use up as many of your diapers as I can before it will be compactor time.
Mike: Do you always run the compactor when you load it?
Misses Newell: No, not always, just when we need to make more room for more diapers.
You know, that other trash goes in the compactor too.....
Mike: Like....what?
Misses Newell: Food scraps, food boxes and wrappers, paper napkins and paper towels, used baby wipes, Clorox kitchen wipes, floor sweepings, and of course, diapers.
Mike: What if I try to get out when you open the compactor?
Misses Newell: We will just make sure you get put back in....and then we WOULD run the compactor for sure. The compactor sure does a good job of smashing the diapers up!
As misses Newell pulls out one of the clean Tranquility youth diapers, the opens it up. She then puts the two booster pads into the Tranquility youth diaper and then she puts the open clean diaper down so that she can unfasten the tapes of Mike's soaking wet and saggy Pampers diaper. Then she pulls the front of the diaper down, then she reaches into the diaper bag and takes out the wipes container. Misses Newell then tapes out four or five wipes and begins to wipe Mike's diapering area, dropping each well used wipe into the wet Pampers diaper. Then she lifts his bottom then pulls the diaper and wipes out from under him and then she folds the diaper over and lays it into Mike's chest while she takes the open Tranquility youth diaper with the very thick and bulky booster pads in it and she slides it under Mike. Then Misses Newell uses some baby powder and the she sets the baby powder bottle down, then grabs the front wings of the thick clean youth diaper and she pulls the front of the diaper up, then as she smoothes and tucks the wings in along the sides, she brings the back wings with the tapes across to the front where she peels the blue tape up that is also stuck to regular tape and she fastened the bottom tapes first then the top tapes on each side.
Misses Newell: There you are sweetie.....you should be NICE.....and come now. Are you almost ready for lunch?
Then it will be nap time for the two of you......ok?
Mike: How long will naptime last?
Misses Newell: A couple of hours or so....
Mike: What will happen after our nap?
Misses Newell: I will give you both your last and final diaper changes and then I will put your brother into the trash can with the dirty diapers and Daniel will load you and some of your diapers into the kitchen compactor. It will be trash time for you two.
Mike: NOOOO! PLEASE! Don't!
I don't wanna go into the compactor! Can I see what is in there before I take a nap?
Misses Newell: Sure hon, come with me.
Misses Newell takes Mike by the hand and leads him into the kitchen. She unlocks the compactor and then slides the compactor open. Then she gets Mike over to one side so he can see into the compactor trash bag.
Seeing some food scraps and plate scrapings on top of some mashed up unrolled wet and messy diapers, Mike turns to Misses Newell and says;
Mike: I am going into that bag with all of that yucky, messy food and diapers?
Misses Newell: Yes, after your nap unless you want to go ahead and go in now....I will go take you to get changed into your last diaper now if you like.
Mike: Do I...HAVE to? Are you making me?
Misses Newell: No, we can wait until after your nap...
Mike: Will you care if I play with the diapers in there?
Misses Newell: lol, no sweetie, I won't. Do whatever you want with the stuff in there.
Mike: Will you put food scraps I and more diapers in there when I'm in there? Will you pour food all over my diapers and will I get it all over my face?
Misses Newell: Yes, anything that needs to be thrown away, will go in on top of you, even dirty diapers and yes, you will get food, trash and dirty diapers put on your face and food on your face, body and diapers. Are you...SURE you don't want to go in there now?
You can have a nice bottle of chocolate milk....
Mike: ....Ok, ok....yes, put me in then.
Misses Newell: Good BOY!
Now come lie down here on the floor and I will get you changed into your last diaper. Looks like you leaked badly into that white onesie of yours........it's soaking wet all around the legs and up the back. Well, good thing too, because it's trash now. Hey Daniel hon, can you bring me Mike's diaper bag for me please? Thanks babe.
Daniel brings his wifey Mike's diaper bag then Misses Newell begins unfastening the onesie, flipping the flaps up and tucking the lower flap under Mike so that she can unfasten the tapes of Mike's diaper.
Misses Newell: Now, what kind of diaper would you like to be changed into? There are three kinds, Pampers, a Huggies Overnites, or another one of the Tranquility Youth sized diapers like the one I'm about to change?
Mike: UM, can I have......The thick Tranquility diapers with the three booster pads and may I have the cloth diapers put inside my diaper please?
Misses Newell: uh, sure, I don't care.... .Do you want me to use baby powder in your diaper hon?
Mike: Yes please, a lot, a lot, as much as you can please.
Misses Newell unfastens the tapes of the semi wet diaper Mike is wearing and then pulls the front down before pulling the heavy diaper out from under him before temporarily putting the diaper into Mike's chest while she takes one of the crinkly plastic backed Tranquility youth diaper, opens it, then peels the adhesive paper from the backs of the three thick booster pads before she inserts them lake into his diaper. Then she lifts Mike up while slides the thick and bulky, crinckly diaper under Mike. Then Misses Newell reaches into the diaper bag and takes out all three folded cloth pre-fold diapers and lays them on top of the booster pads in layers, in the back, middle and front of the diaper. Then she takes the wipes and she uses them to give Mike one last thorough wipe down, dropping the used wipes into the clean and thick diapers she is about to put on Mike. Then Misses Newell took the baby powder and she started shaking at least a quarter of the almost full bottle into his diapering areas.
Misses Newell: Now THAT ought to be enough powder for ya.
Misses Newell then puts the powder down and then she grabs the cloth diapers and then lays them over Mike's diapering area before she pulls the front of the bulky disposable diaper up. Then she fastened the tapes starting with the two bottom tapes then the two top tapes, making sure the diaper was snug but not too tight. Then she ran her index and middle fingers on both hands along the elastics to ensure they were all sticking outwards.
Misses Newell: There...you are sweetie, I hope you're nice and comfy, because that.....is the last diaper you'll wear.
Let me get you that bottle of chocolate milk.
Misses Newell stands up and gets an old plastic bottle and an old nipple then she inserts it into the bottle cap before going to the fridge and taking the chocolate milk out and filling the bottle. Once she put the cap on nice and tightly, she took the bottle over to Mike who was still laying on the floor with his semi wet diaper on his chest.
Misses Newell: Hey Honey? Can you come in here and put Mike and his dirty diapers into the compactor for me?
I still have to take his wet onesie off before you put him in. Then I can go get Justin changed and disposed of.
Daniel comes over to the kitchen where Mike is lying on the floor with his semi wet diaper on his chest and then, picks him up and takes his diaper off his chest and sets it on the floor in front of the open compactor.
Misses Newell: Ok, hon, raise your arms into the air for me so I can take the onesie off.
Misses Newell then takes the onesie off and drops it onto Mike's diaper on the floor.
Then Daniel picks up Mike and begins to load him feet first into the compactor.
Mike: Daniel! NOOOO! PLEASE!!! I don't wanna go in there! PLEASE don't put me in there!
Daniel Newell: Oh, shhhush! You are trash now! Bye-bye little diapered trash. It's compactor time boy, this is how we do your dirty diapers!
Mike: Are you going to put more diapers in here? Hey! There are two open wet diapers in there facing up! They have wipies in them! Are you going to lay me down onto them?
Daniel Newell: Yes, I am and there will be more trash and diapers going in there and I don't care if your head or face will be laying in an open dirty diaper! Babe, can you bring the dirty diapers that we're going to put into the compactor?
Misses Newell: Yes sure.
Misses Newell goes and gets the diapers and pull-ups in one of the diaper trash cans and brings the can over to the compactor.
Daniel Newell: Thanks Hon.
Now, baby boy, here comes more diapers and trash....
Daniel then begins to empty some of the unrolled wet and messy diapers and pull-ups into the compactor on top of Mike.
Then Daniel reaches down, picks up Mike's diaper bag then puts it into the compactor.
As Daniel closes the drawer, Daniel tells Mike;
Daniel Newell: Time to start the compactor now....
The compactor drawer slides closed and then Daniel locks the door before turning the dial settings and then he hit the power button. Inside the compactor, Mike, is encased in the smelly darkness as he heard Daniel lock the door, turn some dials and turn the power on. Then a low humming sound began to drown out the outside noise. Suddenly, something heavy and cold began to press harder and harder into the diapers and him. Suddenly, Mike found his head being wrapped into the open wet disposable diaper he had been placed into. As the compactor pressed harder and harder, another open, wet diaper began to forcefully wrap itself around Mike's head, with the wet padding pressing against his face and head. Mike began to groan as the compactor reached maximum pressure. He could feel the compactor's pressure beginning to burst some of the wet diapers all over him. He could feel the cold, wet, slimy gels and wet padding on his chest and now parts of his face.
As the compactor cycle retracted, he began to try to move around a little in the dark compactor. He found that he was able to turn himself over onto his stomach but the diapers that had wrapped around his head were unforgiving and wouldn't release their grip they had on his head. Mike got somewhat comfortable, as comfortable as possible, laying on his belly and soon fell asleep.
It seemed like ONLY a few hours later, sometime early the next morning, Mike heard a lot of voices in the kitchen. As he began to wonder if he should try to call out to anyone, the compactor door was unlocked, and slid open.
Mike: Hey, can some one let me out? I need to be cleaned up. I think a diaper burst all over me!
Misses Newell: Sorry kiddo, you're trash now. You're just going to have to stay in there now.
Misses Newell grabs a pot handle and a plastic stirring spoon and comes over to the compactor holding the pot over the opening.
Misses Newell: This is last night's left-over spaghetti and meatballs. Get ready, I am about pour and scrape it all over you!
Mike: No! PLEASE! Don't pour that on me! Can you at least pour that over my diapers and legs and not my face?
Misses Newell: I will try...but it doesn't matter if you get covered with it now, you're trash. You don't get a choice.
Misses Newell scrapes the left-over spaghetti into the compactor getting it all over Mike's diaper, in his hair and all over his abdomen and legs too.
Then Misses Newell tosses in a couple of banana peels, some used paper towels, as well as some old coffee grounds and the old coffee filter. The grounds get all over Mike's diaper and into his hair and are now sticking to the left-over spaghetti sauce that is in his hair and all over his face.
Then Misses Newell closes the compactor and locks it again.
Mike is dirty and covered in left-over food and wet diaper gels. He hears several voices that sound familiar to him in the kitchen. Suddenly, the compactor opens again and Mike hears what sounds like his mom and dad.
Aaron: ( Justin & Mike's dad)
So, there is Mike, laying there in the trash compactor covered with trash. When will you take the trash out to the burn barrel?
Misses Newell: when the bag is full, it will go out and wait near the burn barrel for my husband to dispose of it.
Sasha: ( Justin and Mike's Mother, peering down into the bag) Boy! What a thick diaper he has on! Think that will hold him over until burn barrel day?
Misses Newell: It will have to. He isn't t going to be changed any more. I don't care if his diaper is soaked, leaking, ripped, or messy. He is dirty trash now.
Misses Newell brings two soaking wet pull-ups over to the compactor and puts them on Mike's diaper. Then she closes the compactor and relocks it. Misses Newell takes both Sasha, and Aaron over to the trash can full of wet and dirty diapers, and opens the lid. Sasha: Oh you poor thing! You are covered with dirty wipes, you have poo in your hair, and there are unrolled wet diapers laying all over you! You have a very, very, thick Tranquility youth diaper on too!
Misses Newell: Justin here was put into our daycare trash can two hours after Mike was put into the compactor.
Sasha: Good, good, I see things are shaping up nicely. Misses Newell, my husband and I found a case of their left-over Tranquillity youth diapers in a shed we started cleaning out and we were wondering if we could have you dispose of them with the boys.
Misses Newell: Sure....we can do that.
Sasha: We will pay you an extra $100 to do the diapers when you do the boys.
Misses Newell: That would be great. Thanks.
Sasha and Aaron leave and then four parents drop their toddlers off for daycare. Misses Newell's daycare gets busy. As the day progressed, more and more wet and messy unrolled diapers were put into the trash can that Justin was now lying in. Misses Newell comes over to the trash can and lifts the lid.
Justin: Is it time for a diaper change yet?
Misses Newell: No, afraid not for you....but here are three new dirty diapers.
Justin: Hey! Eeeew! Don't put that dirty diaper on my face!
I can't move my arms with all of the heavy, packed diapers on me! I can't move the diaper off my face!
Misses Newell: There is no other place to put it in there. Diapers are going to go in there and they are going wherever they land when I toss them sweetie. Got to go hon.
Misses Newell puts the lid back on and goes back to tending to the four toddlers.
Justin turns over to his stomach and falls asleep.
Three hours later, Misses Newell comes back over to the daycare trash can to toss in three more wet disposable diapers. She lifts the lid and tosses each diaper into the pail landing on Justin's face with the padding against his face.
Justin: Please take that off my face! UH! It's wet! It....stinks!
Misses Newell: Sorry, it's the way it has to be.
Misses Newell puts the lid back on and leaves.
A couple of hours goes by and Daniel comes home from hauling a large load of trash all day.
After hugging and kissing his wife and his kids, Daniel goes to take a shower and change his clothes.
Misses Newell changes her toddler's diaper and then she changes the new baby's diaper then she takes both soggy diapers into the kitchen to toss them into the compactor.
She unlocks the compactor and then slides the compactor open. Then she tosses the diapers into the compactor which land on top of Mike who was busy trying to sleep too.
Mike: Is that you misses Newell?
Misses Newell: Yes, it's me. Just tossing in a couple more dirty diapers. Daniel will be tossing in a pack of your clean Tranquility diapers and some of your clothes and cloth diapers in a bit.
misses Newell closes the compactor and then locks it again.
Mike: UUUUUUH! I am going to be covered with every dirty, nasty thing by the time they get through with me!!! Misses Newell? Misses Newell! Hey! Can you please.....get these smelly, dirty, nasty diapers off of meeee!
Half an hour later, misses Newell opens the compactor again and then starts dumping dust pan after dust pan of dust, dirt, spilled coffee grounds, and some paper towels that are smeared with peanut butter. Then, while the compactor was open, someone tossed in a couple of pieces of left-over watermelon which landed right on top of Mike's thickly diapered butt. Then, Daniel came into the kitchen, freshly showered and asked what his wife wanted him to do.
Misses Newell: (giving her husband a long kiss on the lips) Honey, can you put some of the boy's cloth diapers into the compactor then go bring two packs of their Tranquility diapers, open them, and then put them all into the compactor? If there is any room left, could you empty some of the diapers from the daycare trash? Thank....you...babe.
Daniel goes and gets a large arm load of the cloth diapers and then puts them into the compactor. After he added the diapers up and tossed them into the compactor, Daniel took two unopened packs of the Tranquility diapers and then brought them into the kitchen so that he could open each pack and toss the loose, clean Tranquility diapers into the compactor.
Mike: ( looking up at Daniel) Why are you tossing those clean disposable diapers in here???
Daniel: because, they are trash, like you now. We have no use for these special diapers, so they are trash. Now pipe down while I toss them in there then, I am going to run three or four cycles of the compactor until you and the trash are packed nice and tightly! I think this thing likes you. In fact, I think it likes you....SO much, that it has multiple crushed on you....wanna see?
Daniel tosses the last diaper into the compactor then he tosses the two empty packages into the compactor then he slides the compactor closed and locks it. Daniel then begins pushing buttons which make beeping sounds. Then, Daniel hits the power button and then the low-toned hum began to drown out all of the sounds.
Mike: NO! NOOO! PLEASE no, not this again! Stop, stop it....ouch, ouch, Ooooooch!!!!! It's hurting me! Uuuuuuh!
The compactor began to retract and once the cycle finished, Daniel pushed the start button again.
Daniel Newell: I hope it doesn't feel TOO depressing in there!
Misses Newell: What? What's happening?
Daniel: Oh ...Mike is a little.... pressed for time.... He is just up to his neck in his....pressing....engagement.
Misses Newell: Oh....After you're done, can you help me take all of this dirty trash outside?
Daniel: Sure baby, no problem.
As the second cycle of the compactor finished, Daniel pushes the start button again and then he goes to the fridge to grab himself a beer.
A few minutes later, the third cycle finished and then Daniel stops the compactor and powers it off so that he can unlock and open the compactor. Daniel sees that the diapers and trash had been packed down quite well but he decides to add a few more clean disposable tranquility diapers and a few more cloth diapers and Miker wet onesie.
Mike: Hey! Stop.....compacting me! I think my diaper burst along my legs! All of the slimy wetness is all over me back there!
Daniel: In a few minutes, you and the trash are going outside into the porch where we will put you into the loopy diaper trash can. I will come out this weekend when I have some time, and I will go chop some wood and get the burn barrel ready for you. I hope that wasn't a....crushing blow I dealt you.....if it wasn't, then maybe THIS will be.
Daniel closes the compactor and locks it again. Then he turns the power back on and then pushes the start button.
Mike starts to cry as the compactor reached maximum pressure.
Mike: OUUWIE! OOUUWIE! PLEASE make.. .it.. .stop!
Waaaaa!
As the cycle finished, Daniel turned the power off and then unlocked the compactor and then he pulled up the sides of the compactor bag and then began to tightly tie it shut.
Mike: Wait! What...are...you doing???? It's hot and stinky in
here! PLEASE don't close me up in here!!! Where are you taking me????? Let me OUT! I need my...diaper changed!!! You all are MEAN to me! Aaaahahahaaa! Is that a trash can you're putting me into??? NO! WAIT! Come....back! Why are you leaving????
Daniel goes back inside to go help his wife carry the heavy daycare trash can outside where they both will help empty the trash into the aluminum daycare trash can out on the porch.
Misses Newell comes over to the trash can in the house that Justin is in, and then lifts the lid then tosses in the two packs of tranquility diapers, pushing down on then really, really hard.
Justin: UUUUUUH! Huh? Who is......do.....ing that? Why are you pushing down on me?
Misses Newell: Sorry sweetie, I have to make more room so that these two packs of your clean diapers will fit and won't fall out while take you outside to the daycare trash can and dump you in there.
Justin: WAIT! Can I stay inside for a little bit longer?
Misses Newell: No, I'm sorry, but the can is full and it needs to be emptied so more trash and diapers can go in tomorrow.
Daniel comes in with a silly smirk on his face.
Daniel: THIS Justin, it's time to take the trash out!
Misses Newell: GOOD one.....Hon!
Daniel picks up one side while misses Newell picks up the other side, together, they both carry the very heavy can out to the porch and set it down next to the mostly empty aluminum daycare trash can with lid locks. Daniel unlocks the lid and opens it, setting the lid down along side of the trash can. Since the can is too full and heavy to lift, both start tossing the diapers into the can. Misses Newell takes the packs of Tranquility diapers out and puts them aside until the loose diapers are tossed in.
Once half of the load of diapers is taken out, Justin is next to go in.
Justin: Wait! NO! PLEASE! I don't WANNA go in there!!!! I'm NOT going!!!!!
Daniel: OH.....yes.....YOU.....are! WANNA make a bet?
Honey, you get his legs and Then we'll lay him in on three, ready? 1...2....Thr........eee! Thunk! Crincky, circle, crinkle...
Justin: UUUUUUH! PLEASE let me out.....I don't WANNA be trash!
Daniel: OH....hush.....in a day or two, it will be time for your disposal and you and your diapers WILL be going into my burn barrel!
Misses Newell: I will be there to get you all nice and bathed in diesel fuel for disposal. My hubby wants you both wiped completely down with diesel fuel as he soaks you and the diapers and your clothes for disposal.
Justin: Does that mean that you will wet me with some kind of stuff for ....what? Why are you going to wet me, the diapers and my clothing?
Misses Newell: We wet everything so that it will all burn longer and hotter so that everything will get burnt all the way down Hon.
Justin: So....am I going to be awake or....not for all this?
Misses Newell: Which do you prefer?
Justin: I want to be awake so I can see what is happening
Misses Newell: Are you....SURE? Your brother said he wants to be awake until it's time to light the diapers, then he said he wants to be asleep.
Justin: I want to be awake. ..
Misses Newell: it's going to hurt and get REALLY hot and fast once my husband lights everything.
Justin: Yes, I am sure....
Misses Newell: (tossing in a bunch of unrolled wet and messy disposable diapers from the can) Ok, if my husband gets busy, I will do your disposal instead.
Justin: How long do I have to be.....in this hot, stuffy can?
Misses Newell: Probably not that long.....
Misses Newell and Daniel Newell toss in two diaper bags still filled with clean diapers, one still has six cloth diapers, two pair of plastic pants and a baggie of wipes as well as four clean Pampers size six diapers and two Huggies diapers in both.
Justin: Hey! Those diaper bags are mine! Don't put those in here! Do they still have clean diapers in them?
Misses Newell: Yes, they do. Everything is garbage now....so, I don't care if it's clean, dirty, cloth or disposable! If it was thrown away, it's going into the burn barrel soon!
Mike turns over to his stomach as Daniel picks the now half empy can up and dumps the unrolled wet and messy diapers inside the daycare trash can on top of Justin.
Then Misses Newell puts three unopened packs of Tranquility diapers in, packing them down hard so they fit before she picks the lid up and puts the lid on.
Daniel Newell and his wifey go back inside for the night.
Justin can hear crickets chirping as he lays in the smelly diapers in the can. The plastic of the Tranquility diapers is making him hot and sweaty and suddenly, he gets turned on. He starts to rub against his soaking wet cloth diaper and as he is about to can, the lid comes off and some one puts three wet pull-ups in over and against his head.
Justin: Hey! YUCK! Those are wet! Do you HAVE to.......
The lid goes back on and is locked again.
Sometime later, the sun rises, the birds awaken and start chirping. The sun rises further into the sky and it's rays start to beat down onto the trash cans on the porch.
Justin has fallen into a deep slumber after cumming into his diapers multiple times. He is unaware that it is around 11:30 am and Misses Newell has come outside carrying the compactor bag with Mike and his clean and dirty diapers in it. Mike wakes up because the bag is being bumped against misses Newell's legs as she carries the heavy bag of trash out to the burn barrel. Misses Newell's oldest daughter is helping drag the cardboard box full of the boy's cloth diapers and clothing out to the burn barrel behind her.
Misses Newell's daughter: here mommy.....is this where you want it?
Misses Newell: Yes sweetie, can you help mommy and bring me all of the new packs of those special diapers in the house near the trash please?
Thank you hon.
While their daughter goes to bring each pack of the Tranquility diapers out, Misses Newell opens the bag, and starts putting the diapers into the burn barrel with the bag sitting on the ground.
Mike: Hi miss Newell, is it time to let me out yet?
Misses Newell: Yes, you are coming out of there, but....it's time for your disposal.
(Misses Newell bends over, picks Mike out of the bag, and then puts him into the burn barrel standing. She sizes him up looking at his saggy plastic crinkly thick Tranquility diapers that are covered with dried spaghetti, dust, dirt and sticky watermelon seeds. His face and hair have diaper gels, dirt, dust, watermelon pieces and seeds and some banana peel pieces.)
Misses Newell: stay like that for a minute while I go and get some cloth diapers to load in there.....
Misses Newell starts to toss in handfuls of the cloth diapers. She tosses a handful of the cloth diapers and they hit Mike in the chest and fall into the burn barrel and around it.
Then Misses Newell takes the compactor bag and then tosses it into the burn barrel at Mike's feet. The bag hits his knees and knocks Mike over into the barrel.
Misses Newell: Ok Mike, here is your LAST bottle.....(MIsses Newell gives Mike the bottle of chocolate milk and he takes it and starts drinking it)
Now, I have to go over here and gather up some sticks and chopped wood to put in there...you be a good boy and stay in there and drink your milk like a good boy ok?
Mike: Yes ma'am....
Misses Newell gathers up a bunch of large dry sticks, twigs and chopped kindling and brings it all over to the side of the burn barrel and puts it down on the ground next to the burn barrel.
Then Misses Newell leans into the burn barrel and then begins to unfasten Mike's diaper. She lays it open flat with his wet cloth diapers still laying on him.
Mike: Are you changing my diapers miss Newell?
Misses Newell: NO! (Leaning over and grabbing one of four full 5 gallon gas cans filled with diesel fuel) I am about to pre-soak your diapers with this cold and oily diesel fuel hon.
Mike: What???? WAIT! NO!
Misses Newell opens the spout and begins to slowly pour some diesel fuel all over his wet cloth diapers before pouring some into his disposable diapers. Once Mike's diapers were soaked well with the diesel fuel, Misses Newell, pulled the soaked, saggy, diaper back up and fastened the tapes nice and snuggly.
Misses Newell: Ok, now, I am going to soak you from head to toe with this stuff and then I am going to soak one of your cloth diapers and then I'll light it and toss it in.......once you fall asleep.. ok?
Mike was almost asleep now. The Ambien sleeping drug had worked. Mike's now empty bottle fell out of his mouth as his head tilted to the side. As misses Newell tossed in his clothes and more diapers, she packed everything down some so everything would fit. There was just enough room to put in three unopened packs of Tranquility diapers.
Then Misses Newell began to load in the wood in a criss cross fashion.
Then Misses Newell had and idea. She went over to the daycare trash can, unlocked the lid, then began to rummage through the diapers to find Justin.
Misses Newell: Hey Justin. Justin sweetie, wake up. Come with me, I want you to see this....
Misses Newell takes Justin out of the trash can and then brings him over to the burn barrel.
Justin: Why is my brother laying there, in that black trash can with all those dirty diapers, clothes and all that wood? What.....is....that smell?
Misses Newell: Hon, that is diesel fuel, and the wood will help keep all that burning longer.
Justin: So....this is what you are going to do to the diapers and I?
Misses Newell: Yes sweetie. Later on tonight, you and your diapers are going into that and one other burn barrel. I just wanted you to feel how hot it will be and see what will happen.
Justin: But, but, but.....MIsses Newell! Those cloth diapers are still good!
Misses Newell: Not any more they're not.
Misses Newell takes a dry, clean 8th diaper from the box, pours a lot of diesel fuel into it until the diaper is soaked. Then she takes her long lighter and begins lighting the fuel soaked diaper. Once the diaper catches, misses Newell tossed the flaming cloth diaper into the burn barrel. The fuel errupts into flames. Flames begin to shoot up into the air just above the barrel.
Justin: OUCH! That is HOT!
I......want to be....asleep like Mike was......
Misses Newell: I thought.....you'd say that.....ok, time to go back into the trash can with all those dirty diapers now.....(Misses Newell takes Justin back over to the trash can and then picks him up and lays Justin down on his back.
Justin: Do you mind if I play with my cloth diapers and some of the clean Tranquility diapers miss Newell?
Misses Newell: I don't care WHAT you do in there!
The next morning, misses Newell, got up, got some coffee, and changed the kid's pull-ups and diapers then got them dressed for school all except for their new baby.
The day wore on to afternoon and Justin was tossing and turning in the hot metal trash can, sweating like a wet pig.
Misses Newell began to grow impatient as she knew that the contents of the daycare trash can outside needed to go into the burn barrel soon, so after the oldest kid went to school, misses Newell went outside and then dragged the heavy trash can over closer to the burn barrel. She then gathered up an arm-load of sticks, twigs and then she went back for a couple of larger logs. Then misses Newell went into the she'd to get the three other 5 gallon containers of Diesel fuel. (Ever notice that the word DIE is in Diesel? Its the fuel of choice in incinerators used in funeral homes...)
Misses Newell got a stirring stick to stir the remaining ashes left from yesterday when she disposed of Mike.
Misses Newell opened the trash can lid quickly and set it aside, then she began taking diapers out a hand-full at a time, tossing them into the burn barrel. Misses Newell forgot to get the remaining cloth diapers and the three remaining unopened packs of Tranquility youth diapers from the shed, so she put the lid back on then got the forgotten items, dragging the cardboard box they were all in, over to the burn barrel. She then flung the lid open again and then began tossing in as many diapers as she could grab at a time, into the burn barrel. soon she had tossed enough diapers to uncover poor Justin.
Justin: Wha.......what...whoa...hey, where are you putting me?
Misses Newell: It's disposal time now....you can help me by being quiet and not fussing too much!
Justin: But, But, But......I don't...WANNA!
Misses Newell picked Justin up out of the can and then she swung him over the burn barrel where she lowered him down into the barrel feet first. Justin defiantly stood there with misses Newell's hands inserted into his armpits, looking deeply into her eyes...
Misses Newell: Lay...DOWN Justin.....OK.....fine.....don't then!
Misses Newell picked the thickly diapered boy up and then forcefully turned him over onto his back before lowering him down into the barrel. Justin's feet and calves hung over the side of the can, dangling there because Justin would NOT fit in the barrel any other way.
Misses Newell: Now! lay there and get NICE and comfy while I finish loading the barrel with all of these dirty diapers and your clothes....alright?
Justin: It smells like burnt wood and this black stuff is all over me!!!!
Misses Newell continues to toss in loose and unrolled wet and messy diapers not responding to Justin as she works to hurridly load the burn barrel.
Justin: (moving a wet diaper from his face that misses Newrll just tossed in) Miss Newell? My....diaper is soaking wet....can you change it please?
Misses Newell: I am about to take care of that problem for you.
Justin: OH thank you, thank you.
Misses Newell then reaches over to the cardboard box and grabs a large handful of clean and formerly wet cloth pre-fold diapers Then misses Newell reached back into the box and grabbed some still moist cloth diapers which she quickly tossed into the burn barrel because the nasty moisture of the cloth diapers made her feel grossed out.
Then misses Newell grabbed one of the three packs of unopened Tranquility youth diapers and she tossed it into the barrel before she tossed in the other two packs before she picked the large box of the remaining cloth pre-fold diapers and tipped it to one side, shaking the remaining cloth diapers into the barrel on top of the three packs of Tranquility youth diapers.
Suddenly, Justin's diaper bag tumbled out and landed into the burn barrel which misses Newell picked back up to get the bottle of baby powder out before she pit it back in nest to Justin's head.
Misses Newell: OK, it's Diesel fuel time..... (She grabs the first of three full containers of diesel fuel and starts to liberally pour the fuel all over everything in the barrel)
Justin: Blah........ewww, hey! That stuff is cold and slimy!!!!!
Misses Newell pours a lot of the fuel all over Justin and his diapers also pouring a lot all over Justin's entire head making sure to soak his hair well.
Then misses Newell sets the container down next to the others well enough away from the barrel before she takes one of the soaked cloth diapers and holding it with her thumb and index fingers of her left while she gets ready to light it with her right, she peers into the barrel and down at Justin;
Misses Newell: Do you have any last words or any last requests, other than changing your diaper? No? OK....Here......we...GO!
Misses Newell lights the soaked diaper and then tosses it into the barrel. As the flames errupt, Justin starts screaming and crying in sheer agony!
Misses Newell quickly puts the lid on using the lid as a shield. Then Misses Newell walks away back into the house.
After a couple of hours, misses Newell comes back outside to check on the burn barrel. Seeing that the flames have calmed down and Justin's legs were still poking out a little over the ege, she went over carrying a stick to flip them in. She saw the molten skeletal outline of what used to be Justin glowing in the burn barrel, so Misses Newell thought that this was a good time to start tossing in Justin's old clothes. Misses Newell picked up the large, black trash bag full of his clothes and then put another thick log into the barrel before she walked back into the house. Glad to be rid of the last piece of diapered trash for a while, she went to check and change her new baby who was crying.
The End.
Sasha: ( Justin and Mike's Mother, peering down into the bag) Boy! What a thick diaper he has on! Think that will hold him over until burn barrel day?
Misses Newell: It will have to. He isn't t going to be changed any more. I don't care if his diaper is soaked, leaking, ripped, or messy. He is dirty trash now.
Misses Newell brings two soaking wet pull-ups over to the compactor and puts them on Mike's diaper. Then she closes the compactor and relocks it. Misses Newell takes both Sasha, and Aaron over to the trash can full of wet and dirty diapers, and opens the lid. Sasha: Oh you poor thing! You are covered with dirty wipes, you have poo in your hair, and there are unrolled wet diapers laying all over you! You have a very, very, thick Tranquility youth diaper on too!
Misses Newell: Justin here was put into our daycare trash can two hours after Mike was put into the compactor.
Sasha: Good, good, I see things are shaping up nicely. Misses Newell, my husband and I found a case of their left-over Tranquillity youth diapers in a shed we started cleaning out and we were wondering if we could have you dispose of them with the boys.
Misses Newell: Sure....we can do that.
Sasha: We will pay you an extra $100 to do the diapers when you do the boys.
Misses Newell: That would be great. Thanks.
Sasha and Aaron leave and then four parents drop their toddlers off for daycare. Misses Newell's daycare gets busy. As the day progressed, more and more wet and messy unrolled diapers were put into the trash can that Justin was now lying in. Misses Newell comes over to the trash can and lifts the lid.
Justin: Is it time for a diaper change yet?
Misses Newell: No, afraid not for you....but here are three new dirty diapers.
Justin: Hey! Eeeew! Don't put that dirty diaper on my face!
I can't move my arms with all of the heavy, packed diapers on me! I can't move the diaper off my face!
Misses Newell: There is no other place to put it in there. Diapers are going to go in there and they are going wherever they land when I toss them sweetie. Got to go hon.
Misses Newell puts the lid back on and goes back to tending to the four toddlers.
Justin turns over to his stomach and falls asleep.
Three hours later, Misses Newell comes back over to the daycare trash can to toss in three more wet disposable diapers. She lifts the lid and tosses each diaper into the pail landing on Justin's face with the padding against his face.
Justin: Please take that off my face! UH! It's wet! It....stinks!
Misses Newell: Sorry, it's the way it has to be.
Misses Newell puts the lid back on and leaves.
A couple of hours goes by and Daniel comes home from hauling a large load of trash all day.
After hugging and kissing his wife and his kids, Daniel goes to take a shower and change his clothes.
Misses Newell changes her toddler's diaper and then she changes the new baby's diaper then she takes both soggy diapers into the kitchen to toss them into the compactor.
She unlocks the compactor and then slides the compactor open. Then she tosses the diapers into the compactor which land on top of Mike who was busy trying to sleep too.
Mike: Is that you misses Newell?
Misses Newell: Yes, it's me. Just tossing in a couple more dirty diapers. Daniel will be tossing in a pack of your clean Tranquility diapers and some of your clothes and cloth diapers in a bit.
misses Newell closes the compactor and then locks it again.
Mike: UUUUUUH! I am going to be covered with every dirty, nasty thing by the time they get through with me!!! Misses Newell? Misses Newell! Hey! Can you please.....get these smelly, dirty, nasty diapers off of meeee!
Half an hour later, misses Newell opens the compactor again and then starts dumping dust pan after dust pan of dust, dirt, spilled coffee grounds, and some paper towels that are smeared with peanut butter. Then, while the compactor was open, someone tossed in a couple of pieces of left-over watermelon which landed right on top of Mike's thickly diapered butt. Then, Daniel came into the kitchen, freshly showered and asked what his wife wanted him to do.
Misses Newell: (giving her husband a long kiss on the lips) Honey, can you put some of the boy's cloth diapers into the compactor then go bring two packs of their Tranquility diapers, open them, and then put them all into the compactor? If there is any room left, could you empty some of the diapers from the daycare trash? Thank....you...babe.
Daniel goes and gets a large arm load of the cloth diapers and then puts them into the compactor. After he added the diapers up and tossed them into the compactor, Daniel took two unopened packs of the Tranquility diapers and then brought them into the kitchen so that he could open each pack and toss the loose, clean Tranquility diapers into the compactor.
Mike: ( looking up at Daniel) Why are you tossing those clean disposable diapers in here???
Daniel: because, they are trash, like you now. We have no use for these special diapers, so they are trash. Now pipe down while I toss them in there then, I am going to run three or four cycles of the compactor until you and the trash are packed nice and tightly! I think this thing likes you. In fact, I think it likes you....SO much, that it has multiple crushed on you....wanna see?
Daniel tosses the last diaper into the compactor then he tosses the two empty packages into the compactor then he slides the compactor closed and locks it. Daniel then begins pushing buttons which make beeping sounds. Then, Daniel hits the power button and then the low-toned hum began to drown out all of the sounds.
Mike: NO! NOOO! PLEASE no, not this again! Stop, stop it....ouch, ouch, Ooooooch!!!!! It's hurting me! Uuuuuuh!
The compactor began to retract and once the cycle finished, Daniel pushed the start button again.
Daniel Newell: I hope it doesn't feel TOO depressing in there!
Misses Newell: What? What's happening?
Daniel: Oh ...Mike is a little.... pressed for time.... He is just up to his neck in his....pressing....engagement.
Misses Newell: Oh....After you're done, can you help me take all of this dirty trash outside?
Daniel: Sure baby, no problem.
As the second cycle of the compactor finished, Daniel pushes the start button again and then he goes to the fridge to grab himself a beer.
A few minutes later, the third cycle finished and then Daniel stops the compactor and powers it off so that he can unlock and open the compactor. Daniel sees that the diapers and trash had been packed down quite well but he decides to add a few more clean disposable tranquility diapers and a few more cloth diapers and Miker wet onesie.
Mike: Hey! Stop.....compacting me! I think my diaper burst along my legs! All of the slimy wetness is all over me back there!
Daniel: In a few minutes, you and the trash are going outside into the porch where we will put you into the loopy diaper trash can. I will come out this weekend when I have some time, and I will go chop some wood and get the burn barrel ready for you. I hope that wasn't a....crushing blow I dealt you.....if it wasn't, then maybe THIS will be.
Daniel closes the compactor and locks it again. Then he turns the power back on and then pushes the start button.
Mike starts to cry as the compactor reached maximum pressure.
Mike: OUUWIE! OOUUWIE! PLEASE make.. .it.. .stop!
Waaaaa!
As the cycle finished, Daniel turned the power off and then unlocked the compactor and then he pulled up the sides of the compactor bag and then began to tightly tie it shut.
Mike: Wait! What...are...you doing???? It's hot and stinky in
here! PLEASE don't close me up in here!!! Where are you taking me????? Let me OUT! I need my...diaper changed!!! You all are MEAN to me! Aaaahahahaaa! Is that a trash can you're putting me into??? NO! WAIT! Come....back! Why are you leaving????
Daniel goes back inside to go help his wife carry the heavy daycare trash can outside where they both will help empty the trash into the aluminum daycare trash can out on the porch.
Misses Newell comes over to the trash can in the house that Justin is in, and then lifts the lid then tosses in the two packs of tranquility diapers, pushing down on then really, really hard.
Justin: UUUUUUH! Huh? Who is......do.....ing that? Why are you pushing down on me?
Misses Newell: Sorry sweetie, I have to make more room so that these two packs of your clean diapers will fit and won't fall out while take you outside to the daycare trash can and dump you in there.
Justin: WAIT! Can I stay inside for a little bit longer?
Misses Newell: No, I'm sorry, but the can is full and it needs to be emptied so more trash and diapers can go in tomorrow.
Daniel comes in with a silly smirk on his face.
Daniel: THIS Justin, it's time to take the trash out!
Misses Newell: GOOD one.....Hon!
Daniel picks up one side while misses Newell picks up the other side, together, they both carry the very heavy can out to the porch and set it down next to the mostly empty aluminum daycare trash can with lid locks. Daniel unlocks the lid and opens it, setting the lid down along side of the trash can. Since the can is too full and heavy to lift, both start tossing the diapers into the can. Misses Newell takes the packs of Tranquility diapers out and puts them aside until the loose diapers are tossed in.
Once half of the load of diapers is taken out, Justin is next to go in.
Justin: Wait! NO! PLEASE! I don't WANNA go in there!!!! I'm NOT going!!!!!
Daniel: OH.....yes.....YOU.....are! WANNA make a bet?
Honey, you get his legs and Then we'll lay him in on three, ready? 1...2....Thr........eee! Thunk! Crincky, circle, crinkle...
Justin: UUUUUUH! PLEASE let me out.....I don't WANNA be trash!
Daniel: OH....hush.....in a day or two, it will be time for your disposal and you and your diapers WILL be going into my burn barrel!
Misses Newell: I will be there to get you all nice and bathed in diesel fuel for disposal. My hubby wants you both wiped completely down with diesel fuel as he soaks you and the diapers and your clothes for disposal.
Justin: Does that mean that you will wet me with some kind of stuff for ....what? Why are you going to wet me, the diapers and my clothing?
Misses Newell: We wet everything so that it will all burn longer and hotter so that everything will get burnt all the way down Hon.
Justin: So....am I going to be awake or....not for all this?
Misses Newell: Which do you prefer?
Justin: I want to be awake so I can see what is happening
Misses Newell: Are you....SURE? Your brother said he wants to be awake until it's time to light the diapers, then he said he wants to be asleep.
Justin: I want to be awake. ..
Misses Newell: it's going to hurt and get REALLY hot and fast once my husband lights everything.
Justin: Yes, I am sure....
Misses Newell: (tossing in a bunch of unrolled wet and messy disposable diapers from the can) Ok, if my husband gets busy, I will do your disposal instead.
Justin: How long do I have to be.....in this hot, stuffy can?
Misses Newell: Probably not that long.....
Misses Newell and Daniel Newell toss in two diaper bags still filled with clean diapers, one still has six cloth diapers, two pair of plastic pants and a baggie of wipes as well as four clean Pampers size six diapers and two Huggies diapers in both.
Justin: Hey! Those diaper bags are mine! Don't put those in here! Do they still have clean diapers in them?
Misses Newell: Yes, they do. Everything is garbage now....so, I don't care if it's clean, dirty, cloth or disposable! If it was thrown away, it's going into the burn barrel soon!
Mike turns over to his stomach as Daniel picks the now half empy can up and dumps the unrolled wet and messy diapers inside the daycare trash can on top of Justin.
Then Misses Newell puts three unopened packs of Tranquility diapers in, packing them down hard so they fit before she picks the lid up and puts the lid on.
Daniel Newell and his wifey go back inside for the night.
Justin can hear crickets chirping as he lays in the smelly diapers in the can. The plastic of the Tranquility diapers is making him hot and sweaty and suddenly, he gets turned on. He starts to rub against his soaking wet cloth diaper and as he is about to can, the lid comes off and some one puts three wet pull-ups in over and against his head.
Justin: Hey! YUCK! Those are wet! Do you HAVE to.......
The lid goes back on and is locked again.
Sometime later, the sun rises, the birds awaken and start chirping. The sun rises further into the sky and it's rays start to beat down onto the trash cans on the porch.
Justin has fallen into a deep slumber after cumming into his diapers multiple times. He is unaware that it is around 11:30 am and Misses Newell has come outside carrying the compactor bag with Mike and his clean and dirty diapers in it. Mike wakes up because the bag is being bumped against misses Newell's legs as she carries the heavy bag of trash out to the burn barrel. Misses Newell's oldest daughter is helping drag the cardboard box full of the boy's cloth diapers and clothing out to the burn barrel behind her.
Misses Newell's daughter: here mommy.....is this where you want it?
Misses Newell: Yes sweetie, can you help mommy and bring me all of the new packs of those special diapers in the house near the trash please?
Thank you hon.
While their daughter goes to bring each pack of the Tranquility diapers out, Misses Newell opens the bag, and starts putting the diapers into the burn barrel with the bag sitting on the ground.
Mike: Hi miss Newell, is it time to let me out yet?
Misses Newell: Yes, you are coming out of there, but....it's time for your disposal.
(Misses Newell bends over, picks Mike out of the bag, and then puts him into the burn barrel standing. She sizes him up looking at his saggy plastic crinkly thick Tranquility diapers that are covered with dried spaghetti, dust, dirt and sticky watermelon seeds. His face and hair have diaper gels, dirt, dust, watermelon pieces and seeds and some banana peel pieces.)
Misses Newell: stay like that for a minute while I go and get some cloth diapers to load in there.....
Misses Newell starts to toss in handfuls of the cloth diapers. She tosses a handful of the cloth diapers and they hit Mike in the chest and fall into the burn barrel and around it.
Then Misses Newell takes the compactor bag and then tosses it into the burn barrel at Mike's feet. The bag hits his knees and knocks Mike over into the barrel.
Misses Newell: Ok Mike, here is your LAST bottle.....(MIsses Newell gives Mike the bottle of chocolate milk and he takes it and starts drinking it)
Now, I have to go over here and gather up some sticks and chopped wood to put in there...you be a good boy and stay in there and drink your milk like a good boy ok?
Mike: Yes ma'am....
Misses Newell gathers up a bunch of large dry sticks, twigs and chopped kindling and brings it all over to the side of the burn barrel and puts it down on the ground next to the burn barrel.
Then Misses Newell leans into the burn barrel and then begins to unfasten Mike's diaper. She lays it open flat with his wet cloth diapers still laying on him.
Mike: Are you changing my diapers miss Newell?
Misses Newell: NO! (Leaning over and grabbing one of four full 5 gallon gas cans filled with diesel fuel) I am about to pre-soak your diapers with this cold and oily diesel fuel hon.
Mike: What???? WAIT! NO!
Misses Newell opens the spout and begins to slowly pour some diesel fuel all over his wet cloth diapers before pouring some into his disposable diapers. Once Mike's diapers were soaked well with the diesel fuel, Misses Newell, pulled the soaked, saggy, diaper back up and fastened the tapes nice and snuggly.
Misses Newell: Ok, now, I am going to soak you from head to toe with this stuff and then I am going to soak one of your cloth diapers and then I'll light it and toss it in.......once you fall asleep.. ok?
Mike was almost asleep now. The Ambien sleeping drug had worked. Mike's now empty bottle fell out of his mouth as his head tilted to the side. As misses Newell tossed in his clothes and more diapers, she packed everything down some so everything would fit. There was just enough room to put in three unopened packs of Tranquility diapers.
Then Misses Newell began to load in the wood in a criss cross fashion.
Then Misses Newell had and idea. She went over to the daycare trash can, unlocked the lid, then began to rummage through the diapers to find Justin.
Misses Newell: Hey Justin. Justin sweetie, wake up. Come with me, I want you to see this....
Misses Newell takes Justin out of the trash can and then brings him over to the burn barrel.
Justin: Why is my brother laying there, in that black trash can with all those dirty diapers, clothes and all that wood? What.....is....that smell?
Misses Newell: Hon, that is diesel fuel, and the wood will help keep all that burning longer.
Justin: So....this is what you are going to do to the diapers and I?
Misses Newell: Yes sweetie. Later on tonight, you and your diapers are going into that and one other burn barrel. I just wanted you to feel how hot it will be and see what will happen.
Justin: But, but, but.....MIsses Newell! Those cloth diapers are still good!
Misses Newell: Not any more they're not.
Misses Newell takes a dry, clean 8th diaper from the box, pours a lot of diesel fuel into it until the diaper is soaked. Then she takes her long lighter and begins lighting the fuel soaked diaper. Once the diaper catches, misses Newell tossed the flaming cloth diaper into the burn barrel. The fuel errupts into flames. Flames begin to shoot up into the air just above the barrel.
Justin: OUCH! That is HOT!
I......want to be....asleep like Mike was......
Misses Newell: I thought.....you'd say that.....ok, time to go back into the trash can with all those dirty diapers now.....(Misses Newell takes Justin back over to the trash can and then picks him up and lays Justin down on his back.
Justin: Do you mind if I play with my cloth diapers and some of the clean Tranquility diapers miss Newell?
Misses Newell: I don't care WHAT you do in there!
The next morning, misses Newell, got up, got some coffee, and changed the kid's pull-ups and diapers then got them dressed for school all except for their new baby.
The day wore on to afternoon and Justin was tossing and turning in the hot metal trash can, sweating like a wet pig.
Misses Newell began to grow impatient as she knew that the contents of the daycare trash can outside needed to go into the burn barrel soon, so after the oldest kid went to school, misses Newell went outside and then dragged the heavy trash can over closer to the burn barrel. She then gathered up an arm-load of sticks, twigs and then she went back for a couple of larger logs. Then misses Newell went into the she'd to get the three other 5 gallon containers of Diesel fuel. (Ever notice that the word DIE is in Diesel? Its the fuel of choice in incinerators used in funeral homes...)
Misses Newell got a stirring stick to stir the remaining ashes left from yesterday when she disposed of Mike.
Misses Newell opened the trash can lid quickly and set it aside, then she began taking diapers out a hand-full at a time, tossing them into the burn barrel. Misses Newell forgot to get the remaining cloth diapers and the three remaining unopened packs of Tranquility youth diapers from the shed, so she put the lid back on then got the forgotten items, dragging the cardboard box they were all in, over to the burn barrel. She then flung the lid open again and then began tossing in as many diapers as she could grab at a time, into the burn barrel. soon she had tossed enough diapers to uncover poor Justin.
Justin: Wha.......what...whoa...hey, where are you putting me?
Misses Newell: It's disposal time now....you can help me by being quiet and not fussing too much!
Justin: But, But, But......I don't...WANNA!
Misses Newell picked Justin up out of the can and then she swung him over the burn barrel where she lowered him down into the barrel feet first. Justin defiantly stood there with misses Newell's hands inserted into his armpits, looking deeply into her eyes...
Misses Newell: Lay...DOWN Justin.....OK.....fine.....don't then!
Misses Newell picked the thickly diapered boy up and then forcefully turned him over onto his back before lowering him down into the barrel. Justin's feet and calves hung over the side of the can, dangling there because Justin would NOT fit in the barrel any other way.
Misses Newell: Now! lay there and get NICE and comfy while I finish loading the barrel with all of these dirty diapers and your clothes....alright?
Justin: It smells like burnt wood and this black stuff is all over me!!!!
Misses Newell continues to toss in loose and unrolled wet and messy diapers not responding to Justin as she works to hurridly load the burn barrel.
Justin: (moving a wet diaper from his face that misses Newrll just tossed in) Miss Newell? My....diaper is soaking wet....can you change it please?
Misses Newell: I am about to take care of that problem for you.
Justin: OH thank you, thank you.
Misses Newell then reaches over to the cardboard box and grabs a large handful of clean and formerly wet cloth pre-fold diapers Then misses Newell reached back into the box and grabbed some still moist cloth diapers which she quickly tossed into the burn barrel because the nasty moisture of the cloth diapers made her feel grossed out.
Then misses Newell grabbed one of the three packs of unopened Tranquility youth diapers and she tossed it into the barrel before she tossed in the other two packs before she picked the large box of the remaining cloth pre-fold diapers and tipped it to one side, shaking the remaining cloth diapers into the barrel on top of the three packs of Tranquility youth diapers.
Suddenly, Justin's diaper bag tumbled out and landed into the burn barrel which misses Newell picked back up to get the bottle of baby powder out before she pit it back in nest to Justin's head.
Misses Newell: OK, it's Diesel fuel time..... (She grabs the first of three full containers of diesel fuel and starts to liberally pour the fuel all over everything in the barrel)
Justin: Blah........ewww, hey! That stuff is cold and slimy!!!!!
Misses Newell pours a lot of the fuel all over Justin and his diapers also pouring a lot all over Justin's entire head making sure to soak his hair well.
Then misses Newell sets the container down next to the others well enough away from the barrel before she takes one of the soaked cloth diapers and holding it with her thumb and index fingers of her left while she gets ready to light it with her right, she peers into the barrel and down at Justin;
Misses Newell: Do you have any last words or any last requests, other than changing your diaper? No? OK....Here......we...GO!
Misses Newell lights the soaked diaper and then tosses it into the barrel. As the flames errupt, Justin starts screaming and crying in sheer agony!
Misses Newell quickly puts the lid on using the lid as a shield. Then Misses Newell walks away back into the house.
After a couple of hours, misses Newell comes back outside to check on the burn barrel. Seeing that the flames have calmed down and Justin's legs were still poking out a little over the ege, she went over carrying a stick to flip them in. She saw the molten skeletal outline of what used to be Justin glowing in the burn barrel, so Misses Newell thought that this was a good time to start tossing in Justin's old clothes. Misses Newell picked up the large, black trash bag full of his clothes and then put another thick log into the barrel before she walked back into the house. Glad to be rid of the last piece of diapered trash for a while, she went to check and change her new baby who was crying.
The End.
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