The Burn Barrel-The New Year's Resolution-Version-2- (In Progress)

                         

The Burn Barrel-The New Year’s Resolution-version-2

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It was the early morning of Wednesday December 30th. Misses Newell and Daniel Newell were just waking up, getting up, and going to change the kids.

Today was the day that Misses Newell was going to have a full day ahead of her. Today was also the day that she was going to have to dispose of five diapered people. MORE than usual….because their parents wanted to start the New Year out free and clear of the strife-causing financial burdens they called their disabled and diapered kids. Tyler was 19 years old but his body had not grown past the size of the average toddler size. His mother was a pretty and rich blonde woman about 5’8 with golden brown skin and sea-blue eyes that twinkled when you looked at them. She was rather authoritative and firm in her demeanor. She ALWAYS had to define how she wanted things done. Tyler had been coming to misses Newell’s home daycare for three years and he was an unusually heavy and frequent wetter.

THIS meant that he went through a LOT of diapers and that he had to have booster pads put into all of his diapers JUST to keep him relatively dry for the next 45 minutes. Tyler’s mom was a lot like a MUCH, MUCH younger looking version of Wendie Malick mixed with Kristin Chenoweth.

Misses Selleck arranged to leave her disabled child with Misses Newell so she could “Dispose” of him on New Year’s. Misses Newell had already collected the fee from the father who had specified that misses Newell make sure to also get rid of ALL of his prescription diapers due to the fact that they were to be treated like any other prescription by law…and be legally destroyed, clean or dirty….this also included all of his prescription special needs clothing and his stroller as well as the diaper bags. They were disposable diapers only family….and Tyler’s mom preferred to use Huggies overnites diapers on him with two booster pads in each diaper.  Tyler barely toddles around with a very, very fat looking diapered butt. He can barely put his legs together his diapers are so thick! Tyler was a very short, dirty-blonde boy with some natural dark-brown streaks in his hair. Tyler could talk up a storm if you let him. His quest of knowledge through questions was admirable! Tyler’s mom, Jackie, and his dad Preston, could no longer take care of him and still be able to live the celebrity lives they were going to in the next year.

Their resolution for New Year’s was to dispose of Tyler and all of his diapers to free them of the burden.

Misses Selleck was usually early when she brought Tyler to Misses Newell’s home Daycare. Misses Newell usually opened around 8 am Monday through Saturday not including holidays. At around 7:30 am, Misses Selleck rings the doorbell with Tyler in her hands. Misses Newell opens the door and greets them.

Misses Selleck: Hi there…..I know we are early, but I have to get to work on-time so I hate to drop and run, but I am almost running late.  I am going back to bring all of his six cases of diapers,  the two large black trash bags of his clothing and bedding as well as the three diaper bags we use for him, don’t worry, each diaper bag is already set up and has duplicate supplies in each one and eight diapers in each as well. I will be right back…..

Misses Newell: I completely understand Miss Selleck. Here…Tyler, how are you today? Want to go sit and watch some cartoons? Why don’t you go and sit over there and watch some cartoons for a while…I have to finish talking with your mom.

Tyler toddles and waddles like a duck over to the area where the TV is on with her own kids sitting there watching.

Misses Selleck: (coming into the doorway carrying two large cardboard boxes full of Tyler’s disposable diapers, the first two of six.) here are the first two I will be bringing in the next two next.

As misses Selleck brought in all six boxes and the bags of clothing as well as his stroller, the three diaper bags and his two large 3D printed diaper genie diaper pails, Misses Newell began to look at all of his stuff. Then Misses Selleck drags in a large thick, black contractor’s trash bag full of his stuffed animals and toys then she goes over to Tyler and kisses him good-bye and as she leaves, looks back at him just sitting there watching TV as usual.

Misses Selleck: I wish it didn’t have to be this way……Misses Newell? Will you be sure that he gets changed every hour and that he gets all of his onesies nice and dirty before you throw him into the trash? If they aren’t dirty at diaper changing time, toss them anyway…ok?

Misses Newell: I know, it will be hard on you two, doing this…but it is for the best. I will make sure that he gets his onesies really nice and dirty before we throw them away. Is that everything that you want to have thrown away?

Misses Selleck: Yep, that’s it….if he should ask for me or wonder where I am, go ahead and tell him that I paid you to do this…OK? He needs to know that….

Misses Newell: Sure…will do. Bye-bye, thanks for bringing him over all of these years.

Misses Newell watches misses Selleck get into her vehicle and leave before closing the front door. Misses Newell went over to the back sliding glass door and slid it open, then she started taking all of Tyler’s stuff and putting it out next to the daycare trash can on the back porch. Once she had finished that, she slid the sliding glass door closed and then carried the three diaper bags of Tyler’s over to a designated area where all the other diaper bags were. She put them all down and then went over to ask Tyler if he wanted something to eat or drink.

Misses Newell: (To Tyler) Tyler sweetie, would you like something to drink?

Tyler: Yes please. May I have some milk please?

Misses Newell: Sure.

Misses Newell takes Tyler’s bottle to the kitchen and then washes and rinses it out before filling it with milk. Then she brings it to Tyler and hands it to him. Tyler takes the bottle and then looks up at Misses Newell;

Tyler: Miss Newell?

Misses Newell: Yes hon?

Tyler: Why did mama bring all of my stuff here?? Am I staying here????

Misses Newell: Yes sweetie, you are…until it’s time for your disposal.

Tyler: Disposal??? You mean….you are going to…throw me away??? What do you do with our diapers????

Misses Newell: (Rolling eyes) Well, we throw them outside into one of the big trash cans on the back porch then, when the cans get full, we burn the diapers hon.

Tyler: Does that mean…that you are going to burn ME???? What about all of my nice, clean, comfy disposable diapers???? You aren’t going to burn them are you?

Misses Newell: Yes, I am afraid I have to sweetheart. I’m sorry to have to tell you all of this now, but sooner or later, you were going to find out.

Tyler: When are you going to throw me away???

Misses Newell: Sometime after nap-time. Why don’t you watch your cartoons for now and I will let you know when it’s time for disposal…ok?

Tyler goes back to watching cartoons for the next 30 minutes until the next few patrons arrive around 9:00 am. The doorbell rings and Misses Newell goes to answer it.

Tracy Bateman and her very thickly cloth diapered girl that can barely walk as well as Pamela Jackson and her thickly wet diapered son Adam were standing there waiting to come in so they could get their kids and their toddler sized pre-fold cloth diapers brought in for their kids' use. Both Adam and Melissa were wearing thick layers of semi-wet cloth diapers with plastic pants on over them. Misses Newell looks at both of them with a raised eyebrow because she doesn’t like cloth diapers, she thinks they're gross.

Misses Newell: Aren't you going to change them both into disposable diapers for me before you both leave?

Tracey Bateman: No misses Newell. Our girl wears cloth diapers and that is all we use. We don't have any disposables either.

Misses Newell: Then Melissa won't be getting her diapers changed before her disposal….and…..I might throw her away sooner, when it's diaper changing time for the others.

Tracey Bateman: Sounds fine with us. All we ask is that you take her plastic pants off before she goes into the burn barrel……ok? Make sure you also take all of her clothing off leaving her in just her cloth diapers.

Misses Newell: Sure…..I will strip her down to her cloth diapers right before she is put into the trash can…just….to make sure.

Tracy Bateman then goes out to her vehicle and brings in four large plastic totes full of Melissa’s clean cloth diapers and a large black bag full of her wet and dirty cloth diapers. Tracey leaves all the diapers by the back sliding door then she leaves.

Misses Newell:  Miss Jackson, are you going to change Adam's diapers and put him into disposables for me?

Pamela Jackson: Sorry misses Newell. I don’t have any disposable diapers that fit Adam. May I borrow a couple from you?

Misses Newell: What brand would you like? I have…..Pampers, Huggies, Luvs and a few of these Dollar store diapers.

Pamela Jackson: I'll take some Huggies please.

Misses Newell grabs four size six Huggies diapers and brings them over to Adam's mom and hands them to her.

Pamela Jackson: Thank you. I think I will just put a disposable diaper over Adam's cloth diapers.

Misses Newell: If you do that, I will ONLY change the disposable diaper and he will stay in the wet and dirty cloth diapers! I won't touch wet cloth diapers! They are really disgusting!

Pamela Jackson: Then….can I leave Adam in his cloth diapers and plastic pants then?

Misses Newell: Sure……but as I told Melissa’s mom, once Adam's diapers get wet and it's diaper changing time, Adam won't get his diapers changed, he will just get thrown into the trash with the dirty disposables I change. Is that going to be OK with you?

Pamela Jackson: Sure…. Once I leave, Adam becomes your “property” to do with as you wish.  I won't care what you do with or to him!

Misses Newell: OK….then….Adam will be disposed of wearing what he has on. I don't touch or change cloth diapers! I don't like touching all that nasty wetness!

Pamela Jackson: We just think that cloth diapers are more comfortable and reusable. That makes them cheaper. Here are the rest of Adam's clean cloth diapers and a couple dozen of his formerly wet cloth diapers that I didn't get to wash. Also…..here are 24 of Adam's plastic pants and 12 of his colored diaper covers. OK….in this backpack, are Adam's onesies that are clean and ready to wear. Here is his pre-loaded diaper bag with 24 clean cloth diapers, a bottle of baby powder, some baby lotion, baby oil and a baby bottle with Adam's favorite drink, whole milk. I have to go to work now misses Newell. If you have any questions, call me.

Misses Newell: Will do, bye-bye misses Jackson.

Adam: Mommy! Mommy! Why are you leaving all of my diapers, clothes and my stroller here? Am I staying here with misses Newell?

Pamela Jackson: Yes honey. You now belong to misses Newell who is going to dispose of you and your diapers.

Adam: Misses Newell is going to throw me…..away? I belong to misses Newell now?

Pamela Jackson: Yes sweetie. Misses Newell is your new mommy until she throws you away. Sorry baby, I have to go now. Bye-bye baby….(sniffling as she leans over and gives Adam a kiss good-bye)

Adam's mom then leaves while misses Newell starts to take the totes of Adam and Melissa’s cloth diapers, plastic pants and clothing outside to the porch getting everything ready to be tossed and loaded into their incinerator for eventual disposal. Misses Newell gets Adam to help bring a few of his things outside to the porch.

Misses Newell: Adam? Would you help me put your things out here on the porch sweetie?

Adam: Yes miss Newell. How come my diapers and onesies are being put out here?

Misses Newell: Because, your diapers and onesies are trash now. You aren't going to need them any more.

Adam: How am I not going to need my diapers any more?

Misses Newell: I am going to burn you and your diapers honey. I am not going to change your nasty cloth diapers either, but……I can put one of the wet disposables over your cloth diapers from the trash can if you like.

Adam: Will you put the wet disposable on me in the trash can or right before you burn me and my diapers?

Misses Newell: Whichever you want sweetie. The wet disposables are trash anyway.

Adam: What if I want that disposable over my cloth diapers after you put me into the thing you're gonna burn me in? Will you still put it on me?

Misses Newell: Yes hon. But once the trash gets lit, it's too late.

Adam: When am I being thrown away?

Misses Newell: I am going to throw you into the trash after I check your diaper and it's wet, once I am done changing everyone else’s diapers at diaper changing time. I might put a disposable on over those cloth diapers too.

Adam: Will I go into a trash can inside , the trash compactor, or outside mommy Newell?

Misses Newell: I will decide which place you'll go into at disposal time sweetie. Now that your diapers are all outside, why don't you go inside and play with the cars and trucks while I finish getting Melissa and her things ready for disposal…..OK? Good boy.

Adam: What happens to the diapers that go into the……trash compactor misses Newell?

Misses Newell: They…..get crushed with the rest of the trash baby.

Adam: Is there….a way to….watch…what happens to the diapers inside the compactor?

Misses Newell: Yes Adam, there…IS as a matter of fact, I think we can…..arrange that.

Adam: How can I do…THAT? Does the compactor have windows or something to look into?

Misses Newell: No Adam, but you…and….your diapers WILL get to see what happens inside the compactor. How?

Misses Newell: I will put you and your diapers in there and run the compactor a few times. Then…..you will SEE for yourself what happens to the diapers and trash! Wait! Let me put one of your disposable overnight diapers over your cloth diapers and let me take those plastic pants off you….here…come lay down here on the carpet for me while I get that disposable diaper….OK?

Adam comes over to where misses Newell wants him and then he lays down onto his back as misses Newell goes and gets one of Adam's Thick, Northshore supreme over night diapers and the pack of Northshore booster pads to put inside. Misses Newell brings the two packs over and sets them next to Adam then she takes one of the diapers out, opens it up, then she takes out the last six booster pads and starts removing the paper adhesive protection strips off each booster pad as she places each one into the diaper. Once the last booster pad was placed into the already thick Northshore Supreme overnight diaper, misses Newell reached over to Adam's backpack styled diaper bag, she took out the baby powder bottle that still had ¾ of the powder inside, and she began to shake a lot of the powder into the diaper.

Then, misses Newell reaches over, grabs the elastic waistband of Adam's plastic pants and then she starts to take them off. Then misses Newell tosses the plastic pants onto Adam's chest while she lifts Adam's thickly cloth diapered butt up, slides the thick, powdery, crinkly Northshore Supreme overnight diaper with six layered booster pads in it, under him then she grabs the baby powder once more, shakes a lot onto Adam's cloth diapers, the she pulls the front of the thick disposable diaper up and then she reaches around each side of Adam as she fastens the four tapes.

Adam: What happens to the clean disposable diapers that I haven't worn yet when I get thrown away misses Newell?

Misses Newell: Any leftover diapers will go into the trash and my incinerator for disposal. Clean or dirty….everything of yours is being disposed of.

Adam: Even….all those clean cloth diapers of mine that never got used that my mommy got from the diaper service?

Misses Newell: Yes Adam, even your cloth diapers. Clean….or dirty! Your Mom wanted me to…dirty you up some too before we disposed of you. She suggested that we wipe you with some of your wet cloth diapers and use your cloth diapers to….wipe you down with baby oil really well before I put you into my incinerator. Since your diapers are trash and there are a lot of your wet cloth diapers available, I might do that….

Adam: How come my mommy wants you to…dirty me up?

Misses Newell: She wanted you to be dirty first before I threw you away. She felt bad about having to dispose of you and all your stuff, so, she asked me to dirty you up some before disposal.

Adam: When are you going to throw my diapers and I away?

Misses Newell: Sometime right before dinnertime and after my husband gets home.

Adam: What if….I want to be thrown away……before then?

Misses Newell: We can do that if you want, just come tell me and I will take you into the house and over to one of the trash cans or right to our nice trash compactor you've been SO curious about.

Adam: Are you going to pit more dirty diapers on top of me in the trash?

Misses Newell: Yes Adam, of course. You are going to be trash. I am not going to care where inside the can, I put the dirty diapers.

Adam: Do you always roll the diapers up before you throw them away?

Misses Newell: No, sometimes I just fold them over.

Adam: Even…..the stinky ones?

Misses Newell: I roll those up. Just the wet ones. I fold them over.

Adam: Do I…..HAVE…..to be….thrown away? What if I don't…WANNA be?

Misses Newell: Sorry Adam. I am afraid you have to be. Your mom and dad paid us nicely to have us dispose of you and your things. I am sorry baby, it…HAS to be this way.

Adam: When it is time to….take me outside for disposal, how will my disposal go? What will happen?

Misses Newell: First, I will come take the compactor bag you'll be in, out of our compactor, then, I will start taking all of the diapers out and I will put them into our nice, new incinerator. Once there are a few diapers in there, I will take you out of the bag, get some…..nice, baby oil, and I will start rubbing and squirting it onto you and your diapers. Then, I will load you into our incinerator and then finish putting more diapers and trash in there. Then, my husband will chop some wood, and as he gets some chopped, I will put some into the incinerator. Then, once there is enough wood in there, my husband or I will light one of your cloth diapers and then toss it in.

Adam: What….is the WOOD going to be for?

Misses Newell: We use the wood to keep everything burning longer and hotter.

Adam: Will you care what I do with the diapers while in the trash?

Misses Newell: No, I don't. Now why don’t you go play until it's diaper changing time. I will come check your diaper in a while.

Adam toddles back into the back room and goes over to the toy box and takes out several toy hot wheels cars and trucks and starts playing with them. Once misses Newell got Melissa’s diapers, clothing and stroller put out near the old burn barrel, she came back inside to get Tyler, Melissa and Adam all bottles to drink, before it would be time to play outside in the backyard for a bit. It was a cold day that day, so misses Newell allowed everyone to wear their onesies and their footed pajamas or whatever they wanted or didn't want. Adam wanted to wear just his diapers, Melissa wore just her onesie and Tyler wore his footed pajamas with his onesie underneath. As everyone played and drank their bottles, Tyler, Melissa and Adam got dirty and slightly muddy as they also wet their diapers.

Tyler felt the cold, bulkiness of his Pampers diaper between his legs and he decided to tell misses Newell.

Tyler: Misses Newell? I think my diaper is wet.

Misses Newell: Oh….Tyler sweetie…. let’s get you inside and get your diaper changed. You leaked into your pajamas baby. I bet your onesie is soaking wet too.

Misses Newell takes Tyler inside and lays him on the floor then begins to take Tyler’s footed pajamas and then his baby blue onesie.

Misses Newell: Your onesie is wet hon. It is…soaked all the way back and your PJs are all dirty, wet and muddy. Let's get you inside, changed and all cleaned up, shall we? Have you decided what you wanna wear or don't wanna wear for disposal yet?

Tyler: I wanna wear this onesie misses Newell.

Misses Newell: It will be easier for me to have you in just your diapers for the time being, but after I get you all oiled up, right before you go into our incinerator, I can put this onesie back on you if you want.

Misses Newell takes Tyler's PJs off and then she unfastens the buttons in Tyler's onesie before she rolls it up to his neck and then she pulled the onesie off and she tossed it on top of Tyler’s dirty and wet PJs. Then misses Newell unfastened the tapes on Tyler’s wet disposable diaper and pulled the front of it down. She then lifted Tyler and pulled the wet diaper out from under him, tossing it onto the pile of clothes. Then misses Newell grabs one of Tyler's Pampers size six diapers, opens one up at the back, lifts Tyler up, slides the Pampers diaper underneath him, sets him down into it, then she powders him heavily before pulling the diaper up and fastening the tapes.

Misses Newell: OK Tyler, all set hon. It will be naptime soon and then it will be disposal time for some of you.

Tyler: But….I don't wanna be….disposed of! (Pouting)

Misses Newell: I’m sorry Tyler, you and your diapers are here for disposal! I am going to throw you away, even if you “don’t wanna be!” My husband will help by chopping all the wood we need for your disposal too! I….am going to wait until your diapers are nice and wet before I throw YOU away Tyler. Now let's take you back outside so you can play.

Misses Newell takes Tyler back outside and lets him play. Then Misses Newell goes over to Melissa and checks her diaper.

Misses Newell: OH honey! Your diaper is soaking wet! Come with me hon, let me, it is time to put a nice comfy disposable diaper over those wet, nasty cloth diapers….OK sweetie?

Misses Newell guides Melissa into the house and lays her on the floor to start taking off Melissa's plastic pants, getting ready to put a thick disposable on over her wet cloth diapers.

Misses Newell starts to pull off Melissa's plastic pants before she opens one of Adam's Northshore supreme overnight diapers. Once the plastic pants were pulled down and out from under Melissa, Misses Newell tosses the plastic pants onto Melissa’s chest then took one of Adam’s Northshore supreme overnight diapers and some of his thick booster pads and began to put them into the already thick and bulky disposable diaper. Misses Newell took out the first diaper doubler/booster pad and removed the adhesive strip, then put it into the back half of the Pampers diaper. Then she removed the adhesive strip from the second booster pad and then stuck the booster pad into the front half of the Northshore overnight diaper. Then once the diaper was ready, she lifted Melissa up slightly with one hand and slid the now super thick Northshore diaper under Melissa with the other. Once the diaper was underneath Melissa, Tracy began to reposition the diaper so that it would be in the right place and fit well before she added a LOT of baby powder into the diaper an onto Melissa's soaking wet cloth diapers.Then she pulled the front of the diaper up and fastened the tapes.

Misses Newell: There you…go sweetie…..ALL nice…and comfy now……Say bye-bye to your nice plastic pants.

Then Misses Newell gathered everything that had come off of Melissa into one hand then she grabbed the plastic pants off Melissa’s chest so she could have Melissa go throw them away for her.

Misses Newell: Melissa sweetie, will you go throw your plastic pants in the trash for me? Thank you. Good girl.

Misses Newell takes Melissa to show her where the diaper pail is so she can throw the plastic pants away. Both Adam and Tyler are  sitting there, in their diapers and onesies all drinking their bottles and watching cartoons.

Melissa: Where did mama go???

Misses Newell: She left sweetie. She went to work.

Melissa: Is mama coming back after work?

Misses Newell: No, sweetie, she isn’t.

Melissa: Why…NOT???

Misses Newell: Well hon, your mama left you here so that I could throw you and your diapers away sweetie.

Melissa: YOU…are going to….throw ME…away????

Misses Newell: Yes, I am.

Melissa: What do you DO…with all of our…wet and dirty diapers????

Misses Newell: We burn them hon. We burn them in the burn barrel out back.

Melissa: What is…Burn mean????

Misses Newell: Don’t worry sweetheart, you will get to see what it means soon enough. Would you like some more milk to drink? Here…let me have your bottle and I will go fill it for you…OK?

Melissa hands Misses Newell her bottle and then Misses Newell goes into the kitchen to fill her bottle. Once she fills the bottle and puts the cap back on, she brings it back to Melissa and hands it to her. Melissa takes it and then quietly sits and watches cartoons. Just then, the doorbell rings again and Misses Newell goes to answer it.

Misses Newell opens the door and standing there are Jason, his mother Melanie, Trisha, and her mother Nadine, and Tasha, and HER mother Monica.

Everyone came through the doorway and into the house as Misses Newell welcomed them and closed the door. Misses Newell walks ahead of everyone and then turns around so to guide Jason, Trisha, and Tasha over to where Tyler, Melissa and Adam are quietly drinking their bottles and watching cartoons.

After about ten minutes, of talking with each of the mothers, the mothers leave their strollers and diaper bags and leave quietly so as not to disturb their kids.

An hour and a half goes by and cartoons are now over. Misses Newell shuts the TV off and then gets everyone’s attention.

Misses Newell: OK, kids, gather round, it’s diaper changing time for most of you by now, then, once I’m done with that, we….are ALL going outside to play for a little while.

Adam? It’s your turn to get your diapers changed…come with me honey…..

Misses Newell takes Tasha and lays her down on the floor nearby and then unsnaps the snaps in her onesie. She notes that the onesie is wet in the back and along the leg elastics.

As misses Newell takes his dark pink onesie off, she sets it down in a heap next to her. Then, she opens one of her two diaper bags, and takes out a thick REARZ animal prints diaper. And four rather thick booster pads that Tasha’s mother told her to use in each and every diaper change or the diapers will leak. 

Once misses Newell gets the diaper out, opened and ready with the booster pads inside, she unfastens the tapes and then pulls the front of her diaper down. Then she opens the wipes container, and takes out a few wipes so that she can wipe her clean. As she uses each wipe, she drops them into the wet diaper each time. Then, when she is satisfied that she is clean, she slides the wet diaper out and sets it on top of her wet onesie. Then, she lifts Tasha up and slides the clean diaper under her and then puts her down into the thick fluffiness of the thick, cute, printed REARZ diaper. Then Misses Newell takes out the baby powder and then shakes a LOT of it into the diaper and also onto her before she puts the bottle of powder down and then grabs the front wings and pulls the front of the diaper up and begins to fasten the tapes. Once the diaper was fastened, she pulled Tasha up to a sitting position so that she could stand her up onto her feet. Once the diaper change is done, she then pulls Tasha up to a standing position and then gets her to sit near the sliding glass back door until she has changed everyone else.

Tasha: Miss Newell?

Misses Newell: Yes hon?

Tasha: Where do all of the dirty onesies go?

Misses Newell: In the trash with the dirty diapers.

Tasha: Why? I liked that onesie!!!!

Misses Newell: I know….you did sweetie, but…it’s trash now. You won’t be needing it anymore.

Tasha: I…won’t? 

Misses Newell: NO sweetie….Your mother called a little while ago on the phone. She and your dad have decided that they don’t want you any more. They told me to go ahead and just throw you away. It’s too bad too. You’re such a pretty girl.

Tasha: She…said that????

Misses Newell: Yes, she did. Now lay back for me so I can change your diaper…ok? That-a-girl…..

Tasha: Will I get any diaper changes when I am thrown away?

Misses Newell: I’m afraid not honey….

Misses Newell leans over and unfastens each tape holding Tasha’s diaper on then she pulls the front of her soaking wet diaper down. Then she gets her diaper bag and then takes out one of her REARZ-Spoiled-Safari diapers,

And then opens it up and puts it down on the floor. She then takes out the baby powder and opens the bottle, shakes a lot of it into the diaper, then pulls the wet diaper out and sets it aside before sliding the clean one underneath Tasha. Then she shakes some of the baby powder onto Tasha and then she pulls the diaper up and fastens the tapes.

Tasha: When will be my last diaper change???

Misses Newell: You have about three more changes left before it will be your last. I am going to change your diapers now every half hour, wet or not so to try to use up more of your diapers before it will be time for your disposal. I hope to have your last diaper as wet as possible before taking you out for disposal.

Tasha: How long will that be Miss Newell?

Misses Newell: Maybe after afternoon nap-time. Ok, go over there and watch TV so I can change Tyler now…ok sweetie?

While Tasha toddles over towards the TV and sits down taking her bottle and drinking from it, misses Newell attends to changing Tyler’s not-so-wet diaper.

Misses Newell: OK Tyler, its diaper changing time sweetie. Come lie down for me and I will change your diaper ok?  

Tyler: (toddling over to misses Newell and sitting down and then lying down on his back.) Miss Newell? I’m not wet yet though! How come I need to be changed? 

Misses Newell: Well hon, we have to use up as many diapers as we can so I promised that I would change you every half hour to every hour, wet, messy or not.

Tyler: Will you dispose of me in clean diapers or will I have wet diapers on?

Misses Newell: Which do you want? I prefer that you be in wet diapers when it’s time for disposal but if you want clean ones on, we can do that.

Tyler: I want to be in dry diapers miss Newell. What if I wet my diapers while you are taking me to be disposed of? Will you change me?

Misses Newell: NO hon, I won’t. You will just have to stay in what you have on.

Tyler: Who is being thrown away first? Can I be thrown away first?

Misses Newell: Yea, I think we can arrange that.

Kyle: When am I going to be thrown away Miss Newell?

Misses Newell: After nap-time sweetie…..when your diapers will be wet.

Tyler: So….you want our diapers to be wet and or dirty before you throw us away?

Misses Newell: Yes sweetie, because I don’t like wasting clean diapers baby.

Tyler: Miss Newell? What are those two large white things over there that you put all of those dirty diapers into?

Misses Newell: What do you mean hon? OH…that….that is a large diaper genie. That was 3D printed for YOU and Adam. Your mom wanted me to make sure that you were put into one of the diaper genies with your dirty diapers for disposal…and I promised I would do that, so when it’s time for your disposal, you and your diapers will be going into one of those large diaper genies….your mom said that it was already partly full of some of your wet and dirty disposable diapers. The other one is empty and I will be filling it with Adam’s cloth and disposable diapers too for his…disposal.

Misses Newell had laid Tyler down on the floor and began his diaper change. She unfastened the tapes and then pulled the front of the slightly damp diaper out from under him and she set it onto his chest momentarily while she opened his diaper bag and took out one of his Huggies overnites diapers and one of his NorthShore overnight supreme diapers and then she opened the Huggies and then lifted Tyler up while Misses Newell expertly slid the Huggies underneath him, then she grabbed the bottle of baby powder and then shook a lot of it into his diaper then she put the bottle down and then she grabbed the front of the Huggies diaper and pulled it up and then reached around to the right side, pulled the right tape around and fastened it then she did the same to the left.

Then Misses Newell opened up the thick, white bulky and semi stiff NorthShore overnight supreme diaper and then lifted Tyler up again and slid the diaper under him before she pulled the front of the diaper up and fastened the bottom takes then the top tapes. Then Misses Newell took Tyler by both hands and got him to sit up while she took his onesie off.

Tyler: (Just after Misses Newell pulled the onesie off from around Tyler’s head)

Why are you taking my onesie off? What are you doing with it?

Misses Newell: Its trash honey…..it’s being thrown away with your wet diapers.

Tyler: Don’t I get another onesie???

Misses Newell: No sweetie, you are going to wear just your diapers from now on…that way I can change you faster and easier.

Tyler: But…But…what about the rest of my clothes???

Misses Newell: They are already in the trash sweetie. I’m not going to take them out now. They are going to stay in the trash outside. If you get cold, you can still use your crib comforter until it’s time for disposal. Now…..go over there and watch some TV while I change Adam’s diapers ok sweetheart?

Ok Adam, come over here please, it’s time to change your diaper hon.

Adam Toddles over to Misses Newell and Misses Newell lays him down onto his back then grabs his diaper bag and opens it up. Misses Newell notices that Adam’s mom had packed a lot of cloth pre-fold diapers, two pair of plastic pants and two dark blue onesies in one pocket of the diaper bag and six thick disposable large-sized diapers as well as four Northshore supreme over night diapers as well as two dozen booster pads along with the usual wipes and baby powder.

Adam’s diapers already had two layers of booster pads inside them making his diapers look and feel super thick and bulky. Adam’s disposable diaper wasn’t that wet yet, but the center part was nearly saturated as Misses Newell unfastened the tapes and pulled the front of the diaper down. Misses Newell folded the front of the diaper down as she pulled the diaper out from under Adam who was still wearing the soaking wet cloth diapers his former mom had put him in.

Adam: Is my disposable diaper wet Misses Newell? Can YOU please change my cloth diapers please? They are soaking wet!

Misses Newell: Yes hon, it is and no, I am NOT going to change your…..nasty, wet cloth diapers. You're staying in them. I am putting you into a nice, thick, clean, dry disposable diaper over your cloth ones.

Adam: What do you do with my cloth and disposable diapers that mommy brought and the ones you take off me?

Misses Newell: I…throw them away baby. 

Adam: Even the clean…cloth diapers mommy brought?

Misses Newell: Yes sweetie, I don’t like cloth diapers! Their gross! Yep! Clean or dirty, they are ALL going to be burned with you in our nice…..incinerator on your disposal day with more of our trash.

Adam: How come I can't get my wet cloth diapers changed?

Misses Newell: Because, I hate touching all that yucky wetness! That's why I like using disposable diapers. I don't have to touch the mess and the wetness, I just throw it all away and then burn it all on trash day, just like I am going to do to you.

Adam: What are you going to do with my clean cloth diapers and plastic pants then?

Misses Newell: I am going to throw them away and then we will burn them in our incinerator with you when it’s time.

Adam: Are you going to put some of my diaper doublers into my diapers to make them thicker????

Misses Newell: If you want me to…sure…I can do that.

Adam: Do I…HAVE…to be put into one of the Diaper Genies for disposal?

Misses Newell: No, I am going to put you into our nice compactor in the kitchen since you’ve been asking about what happens to everything in there, I thought I’d give you a chance to see firsthand what happens in the compactor, if you want. There will still be wet and messy diapers in there as well as some nice, clean and comfy ones in there too. Since your mom brought all of your soaking wet cloth diapers here, they need to have the wetness pressed out of them a little first before I can put your cloth diapers into our nice, new incinerator. I am going to put some of your clean and dry cloth diapers in there too to help absorb the wetness that gets squeezed out of them.

Adam: Will you be putting open wet and or messy diapers on me and my face while I am in the compactor?

Misses Newell: Yes, of course I will. I will put the diapers in anywhere there is room hon.

Adam: Even on my face with the inner part against my face? What if I don’t want the diapers on my face?????

Misses Newell: Tough!  It won’t matter, you’re going to be trash baby…..trash can’t complain, besides….I might put some open diapers on your face and head so that I can't see your head when I open the compactor door.

Adam: What if my diapers fall off when you put me into that thing you burn the diapers in? Will you put them back on me?

Misses Newell: Probably not.

Adam: Will it matter if I have diapers on or not when you put me into the thing you burn the diapers in?

Misses Newell: No sweetie, it won’t.

Misses Newell pulls the disposable diaper out from under Adam leaving the soaking wet cloth diapers on him, and then sets it onto his chest, sort of covering his face, without rolling it up. She then takes out one of Adam’s thick, crinkly, Northshore Supreme Over-Night diapers, opens it up, then starts to add four layered booster pads into the diaper.

Adam: If there are any of my diaper doublers still left, can you use them in my last diapers please?

Misses Newell: Sure! I will use up what is left in your last disposable diaper.

Misses Newell lifts Adam and then slides the thick Northshore diaper with the two booster pads in it under him and then she puts him back down onto it. Then she opens the baby powder and then shakes a lot of it onto his soaking wet cloth diapers and into the thick, crinkly Northshore diaper before putting the bottle down and then grabbing the front of the thickened diaper and pulling it up. She then reaches around for the tapes as she pulls them each across the front and fastens them.

Misses Newell: NOW….THIS should hold you for the next hour.

Adam: Will you change my disposable diaper even if it isn't wet and throw it away?

Misses Newell: Yes baby I am going to, so we can use up as many as we can before it will be time to put you and your diapers into that NICE compactor you seem so…..curious about.

Then misses Newell helped Adam up to a sitting position so that she could take his onesie off. Once she got the slightly soaked-in-the-crotch onesie off, she put the onesie with the diapers she had taken off of him and everyone else in the mounting pile.

Adam: HEY! That’s MY onesie!!!! I want it!!!! Can I have it back please?

Misses Newell: Sorry baby, it’s dirty and it’s going to the trash now along with all of the dirty diapers. I want you and everyone to be wearing just their diapers so that I can change you all faster and easier. If you get cold, I will find something of yours to wrap around you…OK?

Adam: What are you going to do with my clean onesies????

Misses Newell: They are going to be thrown away with your diaper bag and any diapers left over when it’s time for your disposal baby.

Adam: Can’t I……at least get to wear them first?

Misses Newell: I’m afraid not. It’s just easier to change your diapers this way….I’m sorry hon, but it has to be this way. I do have a lot of diapers to change at once you know.

Adam: What if I want to be thrown away earlier?

Misses Newell: I can do that if you want. Do you want me to baby?

Adam: If I say yes, does that mean that I can have whatever last diaper I want?

Misses Newell: Yes, it does….

Adam: Does that mean that I won’t be getting any more diaper changes or bottles or anything to drink after that?

Misses Newell: Yes, that’s exactly what that means. You would be doing me a favor too. It would cut down on the amount of diapers I’d have to change and the amount of times I’d have to make trips to a trash can to throw one of you away in. Would you like to be disposed of earlier baby?

Adam: OK…I want to be thrown away right after you get me into my last diaper then….but once I say that…what if I change my mind?

Misses Newell: It will be too late to change your mind…because once you choose that…I am not backing out and you can’t either. Are you SURE you want to do that?

Adam: What time is it now? What time is dinner?

Misses Newell: Well dinner is usually around the time my husband comes home. It’s…4:10.

Adam: Can I get two bottles of milk before I get taken to the trash compactor please?

Misses Newell: Sure sweetie, after I am done changing you again. What diapers did you say that you wanted?

Adam: Can I have my cloth diapers changed?

Misses Newell stops. She then picks Adam right back up and stands him right back onto his feet.

Misses Newell: No honey, I’m not going to change those yucky, gross things!. You and the cloth diapers you have on under that thick disposable, are going into the trash compactor now. You are going to have to go in there wearing what you have on.

Adam: But, But, But…..I want my cloth diapers changed! Can I play with them when I am in the trash?

Misses Newell: SURE! I don’t care what you do in the trash….

Adam: WAIT! Am I going to the trash compactor…NOW????

Misses Newell: Yes, I am taking you right over to the kitchen trash compactor RIGHT now for disposal. It’s time for your disposal. First, wanna help me carry one of the trash cans full of wet and dirty diapers over to the compactor honey?

Misses Newell picks up the piles of unrolled, wet and not-so-wet disposable diapers, plastic pants and onesies then takes Adam with her left hand in his right hand and then she walks him over to the trash can, then the two of them carry the heavy, full can over to the kitchen and then to the compactor. Misses Newell sets the can down, unlocks the sliding door, then she slides the compactor door open. She then starts loading some of his slightly wet diapers into the compactor and once about half the load was emptied, she leaned down to pick Adam up to load him into the compactor.

Misses Newell: (Opening the compactor door, then putting the diapers, onesies and plastic pants in first.) OK Adam, time for your disposal now…..here…let me open a few of those folded-over wet diapers for ya….it will be…softer for ya.

Misses Newell lays a few of Adam's slightly wet disposable diapers, open as flat as they can be, then she picks him up, and lays him down onto the open diapers, with one of the open disposable, Northshore supreme overnight diapers beginning to wrap itself around his head as he was laid into it. Then misses Newell wrapped the diaper tighter around Adam's head so that she couldn't see his face any longer before she started loading the rest of the diapers into the compactor. Once the can was empty, she closed and locked the door for a bit, put the empty can back, then went to go get Adam's soaking wet cloth diapers and dirty plastic pants that were in a white trash bag on the porch. She brought the white trash bag over to the compactor then she unlocked and reopened the compactor and began emptying the wet, soggy, cloth diapers into the mounting pile in the compactor.

Adam: Are THOSE my…wet cloth diapers misses Newell?

Misses Newell: Yes Adam, they are. They are…ALL trash now!!!!

Adam feels more trash being tossed into the compactor at his legs and feet as well as plopping and flopping happlessly onto his disposable diaper and the one wrapped around his head and face.

Misses Newell: OK Adam……ready for the first few cycles of my nice….compactor? Here…..is YOUR chance…to see….what happens to everything inside the nice compactor you asked about so…..much. Ready?

Misses Newell slides the compactor door closed, licks it, then she selects “continuous Automatic cycles” then she powers it up and then pushes a start button, then she walks away. As the compactor blade slowly, gradually came down and began to press harder and harder against all the diapers and a few of his wet onesies, Adam's diapers began to buckle more and more and shortly, the pressure started to become too much for Adam. Adam began to yell out as he began to cry to make it stop!

Adam: Oooouch! Ooouch! PLEASE! TURN…..IT….OFF…..now!

Suddenly, Adam felt something pop underneath him. Then he saw some puffs of baby powder rise up from underneath him just as the compactor blade began to retract and rise again.

Relieved that it was over, Adam began to relax some. As the compactor blade began to come back down again, Adam began to squirm as if trying to avoid it. As the compactor blade began to press harder and harder, more puffs of baby powder rose from around him and some of the powder, squirted right directly into his face and into his hair! The compactor blade held Adam down while also pressing HIM into all of the diapers below him. As the compactor whined, and the blade fully extended, one of the disposable diapers around his head, began to press its inner liner into and against his face making it hard to see and breathe for a second or two until the blade began to slowly retract again. The cycles stopped for about an hour and Adam began to fall asleep, sweating buckets underneath all of the crinckly plastic, wet cloth and soft paper liners of the diapers inside the compactor.

Dark and smelly inside the compactor, Adam slept until some cold, runny wetness began to dribble onto his tummy. He felt some cold air filtering through the diapers that were covering him. Then, he felt several wet things drop onto the plastic of his thick diaper.

Adam: HEY! What…IS that? What is going on?

Misses Newell: I am tossing some tomato scraps in there and some burnt toast. Soon, Adam, you and your….diapers……will get lots of leftover plate scrapings of Spaghetti and meatballs.

Adam: Do you…HAVE….to get me all….dirty like this?

Misses Newell: You are going to get ALL….nice and dirty in there! You are TRASH! How was all of those….compactor cycles? Did you see what happens to everything in there?

Adam: Yes misses Newell. Is that thing going to do that to me again?

Misses Newell: Yes, of course baby! A BUNCH more times before it will be time to take you and everything out to our incinerator.

Adam: OOOOOOHWA! Ah! MAN! I…HATE that thing! How much longer do I have to BE….IN here?

Misses Newell: Oh….about another two more days yet….maybe less.

Adam: How much longer will the door be open?

Misses Newell: a half hour more. Now be a good piece if trash and be……quiet! Thank you!

Adam starts to feel horny and then starts to rub one of his unrolled Northshore Supreme Overnight diapers against the outer plastic of the diaper he was wearing. Misses Newell kept scraping stray noodles, a few onion scraps, some odd green beans and a few more pieces of burnt toast as Adam “wet” his diaper in a second way. Adam then relaxed and his hands fell to his diaper crowded sides, coming to rest laying on top of a couple of his slightly moist disposable overnight diapers.

Misses Newell: Having…..some….fun with the trash….are you? The compactor is about to…..have…IT'S fun with you….and your diapers again…ready?

Misses Newell then slides the compactor door closed, she locks it, then turns the power back on, then she selects a different cycle, then she hits the start button.

Adam: Oh….please!!! PLEASE…don’t start it again!!! Ah…MAN!!!

The compactor powers up, and then the loud whining of the hydraulic pump starts as the compactor blade slowly begins to descend onto the load of diapers, tomato scraps, stray spaghetti noodles, some onion scraps, and burnt toast. As the compactor blade presses harder and harder against the pile of wet cloth and slightly damp and moist Northshore Supreme Overnight diapers and food scraps, the tomato scraps begin to squash and drip some of their juices all over the wet cloth diapers and onto the plastic on the front of Adam's diaper.

Adam: uuuuuuuuuh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuh! My…….diapers!!!!! Make…..it….st….op…please! NO…more!!!

Misses Newell wasn't able to hear Adam's muffled grunts, complaints and even if she did, she didn't care any more. Misses Newell continued to fix dinner and as she did, her husband Daniel Newell had come home from work.

As the compactor blade began to finally ascend into it's starting position, a sigh of relief came from Adam as he exhaled.

Once again, the cool, dark, small space inside the stinky compactor became quiet again except for the crinkling of the diaper plastics and that of the compactor trash bag that now slightly enveloped Adam's body. Adam's diapered body now slightly bulged from the sides of the half-full compactor trash bag. The white, 7 ply thick compactor bag was super strong!!!

Adam decided to try to turn over inside the compactor trash bag onto his stomach so he would be a little more comfortable. He noticed that now some of his Northshore Supreme Overnight diaper tapes were now stuck to the back plastic of his diaper. As he was able to flip himself over, the diapers stuck to the back of his diaper flopped around and landed onto and came to a rest on his back in a semi-crumpled heap.

After a while, Adam had fallen asleep again and once again, he awoke to feeling wet, slimy, gooey, stuff falling onto the back plastics of his diaper and his back. Someone was scraping dinner plates and the food was landing and splattering all over him. One plate, was scraped over his head and some of the food got into his hair and ran down the back of his head onto his face. Then someone walked into the kitchen and tossed in what felt like two unopened packs of Cuties brand disposable diapers that weren't even opened yet. The two packs landed on his diapered butt and the other bounced and then slid onto his back.

Adam: I HOPE…those aren't….MY diapers! How come you are throwing away those packs of new diapers?

Misses Newell: They are trash! We already have enough diapers here….so we have to get rid of some….clean or dirty…we don't care.

Misses Newell reaches down and grabs the sides of the compactor bag and then she pulls up on them so that Adam and the trash inside, sinks down farther into the bag and the sides of the bag don’t sag.

Adam: Are there going to he more diapers being put in here?

Daniel Newell: Yes boy! A little while from now, another bunch of your clean disposable diapers and some more of your clean cloth diapers are going in there. I am going to open one of your packs and put the diapers in there. Then some more wet diapers from the daycare are also going in there too! They all need to dry out some before they go to the incinerator.

Adam: Why are you all putting me in this compactor thing? Why can’t I go out to the trash outside? Do you REALLY….use….wood in the incinerator?

Daniel Newell: Yes, that's right, I…do. Helps to keep everything burning longer and more completely. You are being disposed of because your mom said that you were using way too many diapers and she can’t afford them. She called us because she knew that we had disposed of our two adopted kids, Hunter and Christian.

Adam: Are YOU going to put wood in there with….ME when I go into the….burning thing?

Daniel Newell: You bet I am! That reminds me, I have to go chop some more wood and get some more pine kindling for your disposal!

Adam: Is it…..true, that you guys use baby oil on the diapers before they go into the burning thing???

Daniel Newell: Yeeeea, my wife likes to use the stuff when there is a smaller load. It makes everything burn longer and hotter. If I am the one loading the incinerator, I use diesel fuel when there are a lot of diapers and trash.

Adam: Are YOU or your wife going to be loading me into the burning thing?

Daniel Newell: I….don't know….we will have to see.

Misses Newell walks into the kitchen carrying another tall trash can full of wet and messy disposable diapers and dragging another one of Adam's black trash bags filled with his clean and still folded cloth pre-fold diapers. She raises the trash can as she let’s go of the trash bag. She begins dumping the rolled and unrolled dirty disposable diapers and pull-ups into the compactor as Daniel stands up and steps back while his wife steps into his former place.

Adam: Uh! Uh! Hey! Some of those diapers are…HEAVY!!! They must be very wet! How many more diapers are going to be dumped in here?

Misses Newell: This whole can plus….a large trash bag full of your clean cloth diapers……

Adam: Will you have to run the compactor after this???

Misses Newell: Yea….at least four more times then….it will shut off and won't run again until one of us opens the door.

Misses Newell finishes emptying the rest of the diapers into the compactor then she slides the door closed and locks it. Then she walks back into the living room with the now empty trash can.

Misses Newell went over to where Tyler was laying and taking a nap and she started to wake him and get him ready to put into the black trash can which already had some of his wet and dirty diapers in it.

Misses Newell had completed most of the diaper changes of those being disposed of that were wearing disposable diapers for their last time prior to disposal.

Once Misses Newell had changed everyone’s diapers, there was a pile of diapers and onesies that needed to be thrown away.

Misses Newell: Hey Tyler? Would you like to help me throw all of these onesies and diapers away hon? Come here sweetie and help me take all of these diapers and onesies to the trash cans for me…OK?

Tyler: (Toddling over to help Misses Newell. Misses Newell hands him half the pile and then she bends down and takes the other half.) Where are you taking all of these?

Misses Newell: I am taking them to this black trash can here….

Hey…Tyler, sweetie…..time to wake up. It’s time for your disposal now. Come with me sweetie. 

Tyler:  Huh? What? Wait…do I have to?

Misses Newell: Yes, time for your disposal baby.

Tyler: I don’t wanna go! Can I get my diaper changed first?

Misses Newell: No sweetie, it’s time for disposal. You can either come with me on your own or I can carry you. YOUR choice.

Tyler: (slowly standing up and stretching and yawning) AWWWWE! MAN! I need my diaper changed miss Newell.

Misses Newell takes Tyler’s left hand and jerks him over to the black trash can that already has some of his wet and dirty diapers in it. Tyler stands right next to it looking at it with a confused look on his face. Misses Newell opens the lid and then picks Tyler up and then starts to insert his legs first into the can on top of the wet and dirty diapers inside.

Tyler: WAIT! WAIT! I don’t wanna go in there! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Let me OUT! PLEEEEEASE!!! It…STINKS in here!!!!!

Misses Newell gets Tyler put all the way into the custom 3D printed diaper genie and then she closes the lid and walks away. Misses Newell goes over to Tasha and takes her by the left hand.

Misses Newell: Tasha baby, it’s time for your disposal now. Come with me sweetie.

Tasha: It’s time already???? Where are you taking me????

Misses Newell: I’m bringing you outside to our daycare trash cans.

Tasha: WAIT! You are going to put me into…..the…TRASH cans outside????

Misses Newell: YEP! You’re going into our daycare trash can hon….I’m sorry but it has to be this way. There is no other place to put you for the time being, so this is where we put some of the trash and since you are being disposed of now, you are trash and trash goes into the trash cans!

Tasha: There is…yucky messy and wet diapers in there!!! What does….this thing DO????

Misses Newell: It’s a lid lock hon, I use them to keep you all inside and animals out.

Tasha: How long do I have to be in here???

Misses Newell: Until its full sweetie.

Tasha: Will this thing make my diapers get dirty?

Misses Newell: What do you mean?

Tasha: Will this thing make my diapers all dirty by being inside it?

Misses Newell: Yes, it will. Ok, get in there hon….ok…now…get comfy…..are you….comfy? OK….I’m going to put the lid on now. See you tomorrow when it will be time for your final disposal! Bye-bye.

Misses Newell puts the metal lid onto the trash can, puts the lid locks on securely and then she walks back into the house and into the living room where Melissa is sitting on her nap-time mat on the floor.

Misses Newell: Melissa sweetie, it’s time for disposal now. Come with me baby, lets go get you disposed of…shall we hon?

Melissa: AWWWWE! Miss Newell! Can I wait for just a little longer please?

Misses Newell: NO, I’m afraid not sweetie….I know it must not be easy to have to go through all of this, but it has to be done. It will be ok hon…..

Misses Newell takes Melissa by her right hand in her left hand and she leads her over to the white trash can that was in the living room. The two arrive and are now standing next to the can.

Misses Newell: OK sweetie, I know the can has a few unrolled wet diapers in it but….there will be more trash being tossed in there today anyhow, tomorrow and the next day. It’s going to be fine sweetie. Now…get in the can sweetie….I will help you in…ok…there…one leg….ok…now the other….that-a-girl…now…..sit or squat down in there for me……theeeeerrrrrrreeee…..now stay down in there for me and don’t try to get out….ok hon?

Melissa: How long will I have to be in here miss Newell?

Misses Newell: Until it’s time to go out to the burn barrel sweetie.

Misses Newell puts the lid back on and then walks back into the kitchen to make another pot of fresh coffee.

The doorbell rings and misses Newell goes to answer the door. Misses Newell opens the door and sees Stephanie and her mom standing there holding the handles of Stephanie’s stroller that Stephanie was in.

Miss Newton: Hi Misses Newell, Sorry we are late, I have to go to work at 4 and traffic was bad!

Misses Newell: Its ok…. What have we here? Are you here to be disposed of?

Miss Newton: Yes, unfortunately, we have decided that we can’t afford to diaper her any longer…..with all that is going on in the world with the one world order being implemented, and everything going to hell in a hand basket……we can’t afford her any longer…..here is the $10,000 money order. I KNOW you said you would dispose of her and her things for $5,000, but seeing as how you probably have your hands full at this time, my husband added another $5,000 of his money so that you will take her and all of her diapers. I brought you four cases of her clean packs of NorthShore Overnight Supreme diapers and four boxes of Pampers Cruisers size seven and two cases of her thick diaper doublers that I want you to use at EVERY diaper change…..as we agreed.

Here are also her two dozen pre-fold cloth diapers in this box and six pair of her printed plastic pants (setting box down.) and in THIS trash bag, are her two dozen onesies and footed sleepers. They are all clean too and ready to wear…..

Stephanie honey, Mommy is going to leave you here with Misses Newell. She is going to dispose of you. I won’t be back for you sweetie. Misses Newell knows just what to do with ya. MMMMUAH. Mama has to go now….byyyye babyyyyy!

With a kiss, Stephanie’s mom leaves. Stephanie is still wearing her soaking wet and saggy cloth pre-fold layered diapers and printed plastic pants that her mother didn’t have time to change from when she woke up.

Misses Newell: Stephanie sweetie, did your mother change your diaper before she brought you here? NO! She didn’t! You’re still wearing those wet, nasty cloth diapers and plastic pants! Would you like me to put a nice, thick disposable on over those wet cloth diapers?

Stephanie: (In a coy and shy voice with her left index finger in her mouth) Um…yes miss Newell. No, I didn’t get changed. I would like to wear a disposable diaper miss Newell.

Misses Newell: Did your mommy leave you any clean diapers in your diaper bag? Let me look. (opens the diaper bag and then starts pawing around inside looking for any disposable diapers) Looks like your mommy forgot to put more disposable diapers into your diaper bag hon. That’s ok. I can give you one of ours. 

Misses Newell goes and gets one of the Honest diapers that she has and returns carrying the diaper in her right hand. Then Misses Newell takes Stephanie’s hand and then leads her over to the area she is going to use to change Stephanie’s diaper.

Then Misses Newell stops and thinks for a few seconds and realizes that Stephanie can be taken out to the daycare trash can wearing the wet diaper and plastic pants she already has on.

Misses Newell: On second thought, I don’t want to mess with those…nasty cloth diapers. You will just have to wear what you have on. Its disposal time hon…..I’m going to take you RIGHT out to the burn barrel because it’s time to do a load of dirty diapers and trash.

Stephanie: WAIT! I just GOT here! Can’t I stay around for a bit longer?

Misses Newell: NO sweetie, I’m afraid I have too many of you to dispose of and there is no more room in the trash for you. I am about to do a load of diapers and another diapered boy in the burn barrel. You and he can be disposed of together. Isn’t that nice?

Just then, Daniel gets home and then walks through the front door and closes it.

Daniel Newell: (Walking into the front room and looking around and not seeing anyone he goes to the backyard) Hey honey, there you are. How was your day?

Misses Newell: Busy. I have a LOT of diapered people to dispose of! Would you care to help me with these two?

Daniel Newell: SURE babe, who do we have? (Rolling his sleeves up)

Misses Newell: Sasha….is in the daycare trash can and this is Stephanie.

Daniel Newell: I’m sorry kido, but I am going to have to take your clothes off so my wife and I can soak you in baby oil.

Stephanie: Are you taking my diapers off too?

Daniel Newell: NO…you can leave those on…I am just going to soak them well in baby oil first before I get you loaded into our new incinerator.

Stephanie: What are you going to do with my clothes? That is my favorite onesie and my favorite dress.

Daniel Newell: Sorry, they’re trash now.

Daniel takes the girl’s dress off and then removes the onesie before he tosses them right into the nearly empty bottom of the barrel. Then Daniel goes into the house and brings out a large cardboard box full of 12 tall and big bottles of baby oil and carries them out to near the barrel then sets them down. Then he goes to the shed and comes out with some old ragged and torn up cloth diapers that he had saved from Christian and Hunter’s batch of old cloth diapers to use as rags.

Stephanie: What are you going to do with those cloth diapers?

Daniel Newell: I am going to use them to wipe the baby oil all over you so that I can make sure that you have it all over you. You won’t burn well without the oil all over you. I might let you and your diapers soak up some of this oil and then I will soak you again in more baby oil, getting you ALL nice….and oiled up well!  Honey? Can you switch with me please? I will take care of Stephanie…and you take care of Sasha?….is that cool?

Misses Newell: SURE! I told her that she and her diapers were being soaked very well with baby oil before disposal. Maybe these two can soak together…..Or should we put them in separately?

Daniel Newell: Well, I can put Stephanie into the daycare trash can for a bit while Sasha is soaking then when Stephanie comes out, Sasha goes into the incinerator and waits until she is done soaking. This will give us time to gather all of their stuff and load it into the incinerator.

Stephanie: What…..is going to happen?

Misses Newell: (Coming over to Stephanie) Well hon, you get to go and spend some time in our daycare trash can until Sasha is done being soaked in baby oil.

Misses Newell takes Stephanie’s left hand in her right and leads her over to the daycare trash can. She opens the lid and then drags the can over closer to the new incinerator barrel. Then Misses Newell starts to toss dirty diapers into the barrel that are on top of Sasha so that she can get Sasha out and get her started drenching her in all that sweet-smelling baby oil so that Daniel can later starting putting kindling in and then the larger, heavier logs into the incinerator.

As more and more of Sasha's almost naked body is uncovered, Misses Newell fills the incinerator. Then, once enough of Sasha is accessible, she reached in, picked Sasha up under her arms and then set her down on the porch. Then she took Sasha’s left hand in her right and led her over to the side of the incinerator.

Sasha: HEY! Where are you TAKING me????

Misses Newell: To be doused in baby oil for disposal hon.

Sasha: WAIT! I thought I had…more TIME! 

Misses Newell: Sorry Sasha, but it’s time to get you ready for your final disposal in our incinerator. I have  too many of you to do in loads of trash now, so now…it’s time for final disposal! Get in hon….I’ll help you.

Sasha: How come you have to use so much baby oil on me and my diapers though?

Misses Newell: So that when we start the fire, you and your diapers will burn hotter and you will burn more thoroughly. We don't like having stuff left over. It's bad enough that your bones don’t burn….we have to bury your bones as it is! We throw your leftover bones out behind the backyard in a big ditch where we bury the ashes too.

Misses Newell slips on the yellow latex gloves and her apron and then opens the first new bottle of baby oil and starts squirting it into Sasha's hair then working down to her face, neck, then back and the around to her chest, stomach , lower back and then, misses Newell goes and opens a new bottle and then she pulls the back of Sasha's thick, disposable diaper back then starts squinting a lot of baby oil into the back of Sasha's diaper. Once some oil leaks from the leg elastics, misses Newell steps around to the front of Sasha's diaper, uses her latex gloved index and middle fingers to pull back the front of Sasha’s diaper so she can soak the inside well with baby oil.

Misses Newell: Do you have….any ….last requests before I load you into our incinerator for final disposal Sasha?

Sasha: Yes,…miss Newell. Can I have my Binky and my bib put on me please? Do you…HAVE….to rub me with those….wet Pampers diapers though?

Misses Newell: Yea…you may have your Binky and your bib baby. (Misses Newell reaches down into Sasha's diaper bag and takes out Sasha’s binky and gives it to her then takes out her bib and fastens the Velcro around her neck.) Yes, Sasha, I use the wet diapers to help spread and rub in the excess baby oil. It also gets some baby oil into the diapers too. Yes, I have to use what ever diapers are available in the trash for this.

Sasha: Will I be going into that thing over there….when you are done?

Misses Newell: Yes, I’m afraid so.

Once Misses Newell is done giving Sasha a  baby oil bath, she helps Sasha into the new incinerator on top of some of the dirty diapers that were already in there.

Misses Newell: OK Sasha, Time to get into the nice, incinerator now. I am going to give you and the diapers some time to let the baby oil soak in, once Daniel and I are done loading the incinerator….then one of us will come out and get the fire started. Now, I prefer that you be asleep when we start the fire, but, if you want to be awake, I'm OK with it. Which will it be? Awake? Or asleep?

Sasha: I wanna be……..asleep!

Misses Newell: Asleep it is then. Here, I'll trade you this bottle of cold milk for your Binky…..there….OK, One of us will be back to check on you in a bit, I have to close and lock the metal top though…Daniel will be out to add some sticks and wood in a bit.

Misses Newell shoves Sasha's legs into the incinerator then puts the heavy, metal locking lid on then she takes the latex gloves off and goes into the house. Inside the house, one of her own kids finishes eating most of a banana and there are a few apple cores sitting on the table, some leftover peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, an almost empty Sunkist orange juice bottle and some half eaten Graham Crackers sitting there waiting to be thrown away. Misses Newell goes over to the trash compactor, unlocks it, then slides it open, before she starts tossing in the paper plates with the leftover peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, the graham crackers, then she grape the four banana peels some still having a little of the banana left near the bottom, and the apple cores, into the compactor. Two of the leftover bananas landed on top of Adam's back of his hairy head and stuck there as a few other peels landed onto the back of Adam's diapered butt with a muted thwack.

Adam: Hey! What WAS all that? It's cold and slimy!

Misses Newell: (Standing over the compacted contents in the bag, holding the Sunkist orange juice bottle with just a little still left in it, about to pour it all over Adam's diaper and back) Oh…more trash. Here comes some nice, cold, orange juice! (Pours the few dripples left, onto Adam's diaper and his back then she tosses the empty bottle in, as it lands onto his back.) That…is going to get…ALL…nice…and…sticky after I run a few cycles of the compactor!

Adam but, but….no! No! No! Not…more of that!!!

Misses Newell: (Doing her best impression of an accent from the UK) What a “SMASHING” good time you'll have! Time to let the…ole packer juice you and your nickers a bit! That is one…sticky situation you'll get into Ta…ta now!

Misses Newell slides the door closed and then she locks it and the hits the start button and the compactor comes back to life, cycling four more times before stopping.

Adam: WAAAAAIIIIT! Awe….MAN! My…..diaper is getting something runny and juicy all over it! Uuuuh! It's dripping and running all OOOOOOOOO……………………(The compactor goes to full extension, pressing super hard into and against Adam's thick, squishy, diapered butt with a lot of food leftovers and runny, sticky juices all over it and now him as well, Adam's diaper gets the hard juice container and sandwich pieces, spaghetti sauce and noodles, apples and partially eaten bananas smashed against it, as he is being pressed against a lot of his own wet cloth diapers and a few of his own folded over wet diapers along with quite a few wet Luvs and wet Pampers diapers below those, which are all below him, and being pressed very hard against them as some of the fluff wetness and wet gels trickle and burst from the leg elastics and fly into Adam's face and gather into his now matted hair.)

Adam: Uuuuuuh! Uuuuhooooh!!!! (Sighs as the pressure is released)

Every…..time…..the…..compactor runs……my head and face are forced into this wet, thick disposable diaper with my powdery wet cloth diapers layered into it and the diaper always wraps itself around my head and face!!!!! Misses Newell????? Are you…..still there???? Uuuuuh! Please! Turn it off! Awwwwe MAN! Not…..ANOTHER time! Maaaaan!!!!

The compactor cycles again and Adam’s face and head are pressed hard into the semi-wet padding of the Northshore overnight diaper once again, the diaper wraps itself around his head and then it stays crumpled up around his head. Then the compactor door is slid open again and misses Newell adds some wet pull-ups, a few folded over wet Pampers, Huggies, and dollar store brand disposable diapers. Misses Newell drops the diapers on top of Adam's diaper-clad head, on his back, and at least six more folded over wet disposable diapers as well as a few more of Adam's own wet cloth diapers she found in one of his two diaper bags, onto his diapered bottom, draping them over his diaper plastic as she wore latex rubber gloves to handle the icky wet cloth diapers.

Adam: How much longer do I have to be in here?

Misses Newell: Until I take you out for final disposal!

Misses Newell notices that Adam's feet are sticking out of the compactor bag and reaches in to forcefully tuck them in and cover them with diapers and other trash. She tries to tuck them in but Adam's feet keep popping back out. So, misses Newell makes Adam slide forward some and that caused Adam and the diaper wrapped around his head to go deeper underneath more cloth and disposable diapers.

Adam: Misses….. NEWELL!!!! What…..are…..you…DOING???? Stop it!

As misses Newell adds five more soaking wet, heavy, disposable diapers and pull-ups, she smashes them down some so that she can slide the door closed.

Adam: Waaaaaaaaa! Hold……on misses Newell!!!!

Misses Newell: What….is it Adam????

Adam: My diaper is almost dry now! When will you check my diapers to see how dry they are?

Misses Newell: I will check them tomorrow sometime when I have time! My husband or I will probably pull the bag out, drag it outside, tie it closed and leave it where we put all of our trash for a day or so before him or I come and drag the bag and the rest of the trash over to our incinerator for final disposal. I will be checking you and the diapers before I drag the bag out and also after I start loading you and the diapers into the nice, comfy, incinerator outside!

Adam: Will you be running the compactor some more until then? I am beginning to like it!

Misses Newell: OH…you ARE…..are ya? Well! Let me make it more……enjoyable for ya then…shall we? Here! Let me toss in your….diaper bag, with clean diapers, wipes, two of your bottles, your rash cream, a couple of your onesies AND…..how about if I toss in your two little bottles of baby powder huh? OH…..yeeeeea!!!!!

Adam: Noooooooooo! Noooooooooo! NOT my….diaper bag! PLEASE misses Newell!

Misses Newell takes out the nice, clean, folded, thick Northshore Supreme Overnight diapers and starts dropping them into the compactor from the diaper bag. Then she grabs the clean onesies and starts dropping them one at a time, shaking them as they fall into the compactor bag on top of Adam's thick and bulky, now hard and crusty diapered bottom.

Then misses Newell makes sure to gently place the two travel size Johnson and Johnson baby powder bottles on top of Adam's diapered bottom with the nozzle facing his head, and the second bottle, over next to his face, on top of some of his clean cloth diapers. Then, misses Newell crumples up the empty diaper bag and pushes it in between Adam's legs right up next to his thickly diapered and dry and crunchy diapered crotch. Then she starts to slide the door closed.

Misses Newell: It's…..PACKER……TIME!

Misses Newell closes and then locks the compactor door and then turns the power on and then starts the compactor cycle. She waits and as she stands there, she can here the crinkling, crumpling and crushing of the juice bottle, the two baby powder bottles and the puffs of powder as the air from the bottles is pressed out!

Adam: spit…….TUH! Blah! Uuuuh!

With a satisfied grin on her face, misses Newell walks into the living room to attend to her regular client's babies that she is caring for.

One of the four year-old girls asks misses Newell why there is a baby in that thing in the kitchen.

Misses Newell: Well, his mommy and Daddy didn't want him any more. They were tired of cleaning his diapers for him. So, they asked me to throw him away.

Four Year-Old Girl: (still in pull-ups) What does that thing do?

Misses Newell: Oh…THAT? It smashes all of the trash that is in there so it makes it smaller, and I use it to squeeze the wetness out of the really wet diapers and pull-ups so that they will be drier for our burn barrel.

Four Year Old Girl: So….is that baby boy in there……trash?

Misses Newell: Yep. Afraid so.

Four Year Old Girl: Do you put…MY diapers in there?

Misses Newell: Yes Hon, now….why don't you go over here and play with some of these cool toys I have here….ok?

As misses Newell gets the four-year-old (still in pull-ups) over to the toy box so she can be distracted by playing with toys instead of asking so many questions, One of the blond toddler boys that is there, runs into the living room and misses Newell notices that his disposable diaper is sagging and swaying in the back and between his legs.

Misses Newell: WHOA there Justin! How about I change your diaper? Come here and I will change you.

Justin: NOOOO! I don't wanna be!

Misses Newell: Yes baby, it's time to change your diaper. Let me take that soaking wet thing off ya. A dry diaper will feel more comfy and then…..you can go RIGHT back to playing…..OK?

Justin: OK.

Justin: OK Miss Newell.

Misses Newell lays Justin down on the floor and changes his wet diaper. When she is done, she takes the soaking wet, folded over wet diaper with all the fourteen used wipes also tucked into it and she takes it right over to the kitchen compactor because the diaper is so wet.

Misses Newell then unlocks the compactor, then slides it open, and sees Adam in there covered with folded-over wet disposable diapers.

Misses Newell: I have one more diaper for ya……it’s a WET one too!

Adam: NO! NOT more diapers! Are ya….going to run the compactor?

Misses Newell: NO, Not yet. Later I will though, and later, I will have more diapers to put in there. Time to close and lock again…..see YOU…a little later.

Adam: WAAAIT! HOLD….ON! WAIT! Misses Newell? When are you going to take the diapers and I out of here???

Misses Newell: Probably tomorrow some time……..gotta go….got kids to look after….

Misses Newell slides the compactor closed and locks it. Then she walks away. Misses Newell goes back outside to check on Sasha in the incinerator. Daniel had already loaded all of the wood into the incinerator and Sasha and the diapers were just waiting for someone to light the fire. Misses Newell unlocks the lid, then sets it aside, then she reaches down into the incinerator to check to make sure that Sasha was knocked out by the sleeping medicine she had given her in the bottle. Poking her and moving her head back and forth a little told misses Newell that it was certainly time to get the fire going. Misses Newell crouched down a little bit, took out her lighter, and then grabbed one of Sasha’s onesies and then held it with the tips of her index finger and her thumb while she held the lighter underneath the dangling, oil-soaked onesie and then held it until she was assured that the onesie was lit. As the onesie caught fire, misses Newell lowered it down into the incinerator and waited until the flames began to catch the rest of the trash and Sasha on fire.

Then she dropped the onesie and then she leaned over and picked up the lid, and then she put the lid on and then locked it. Then she walked back into the house and slid the glass porch door closed behind her before locking it.

The flames began to dance wildly and furiously along Sasha’s body and the loads of trash and diapers. Before a half hour was over, Most of Sasha’s body had burned to a crisp, and the flames made it hard to get too close to the incinerator due to the sheer heat.

Inside the house, Daniel and his family had sat down to eat dinner. They talked about their days and events as they munched. Once dinner was over, misses Newell got up and started to open the compactor to get some of the trash that was in the kitchen, left over from dinner, put into the compactor. Misses Newell opens the compactor and sees that Adam had flipped over onto his stomach underneath the diapers and other trash. Adam was coated with old oatmeal that she had scraped into the compactor at breakfast and coffee grounds all over his back and in his hair with the oatmeal.

Misses Newell: I have some more trash to put in here and a few more diapers and then I am going to run the compactor again.

Adam: But, BUT, I don’t wanna be compacted more! I think my diaper is about to burst from the last time you ran the compactor!

Misses Newell: Well, sorry Adam, but you are trash now….I don’t care if your diaper is about to burst or if it does or not. Tomorrow, is burn barrel day for you and all of the trash in here! If you and your diapers are going to burn well, I have to try to squeeze out as much wetness as I can before then. Ok Adam…ready for breakfast trash? NICE and slimy……

Misses Newell tosses in some banana peels, an apple core and some warm coffee grounds as well as scraping two left-over bowls of cereal and milk that splattered all over Adam’s back side and onto the plastic of his wet diaper. Then, once misses Newell was done with that, misses Newell walked out of the kitchen, leaving the compactor open for a few minutes while she went and got the two 13 gallon trash cans full of wet and dirty diapers and then she brought them both into the kitchen before she started to take a few out and toss them into the compactor. The diapers landed on top of Adam and then settled to his sides as they piled up around him. Adam Felt quite a few folded over wet diapers land onto his bare skin on his back. Then misses Newell opened up some of the wet disposable diapers and laid them across Adam’s back, draped over the skin of his back and then his neck. As misses Newell continued to load the diapers into the compactor,  Adam had propped his head up with his hand underneath his chin. Misses Newell then bent over and opened the right side of Adam’s diaper leg elastic and tucked in a wet Pampers diaper so that it would stick out of his diaper and rest with the inner liner against the skin of the right butt cheek.

Misses Newell: There ya….go…lol…NOW you look NICE and trashy! How does that feel baby?

Adam: HEY! Why did you do THAT???

Misses Newell: OH…just…. “messing” around with ya…..

Then Misses Newell reached down, took another folded over wet Huggies diaper and then pulled the leg elastics open in the back of Adam’s diaper and then proceeded to stuff it into the back of Adam’s diaper.

Adam: HEY! STOP that! That feels funny!

Misses Newell: Well, this way you will carry these wet diapers to the burn barrel for me inside your diaper. Your diaper is acting more like an absorbent trash bag.

Then misses Newell grabs a few more folded over wet diapers with a few wipes tucked into them and she tosses them into the compactor, the diapers landing on top of Adam’s diapered bottom and all over his back. Then, once the first can was empty, she set it aside and then she started to toss in the diapers from the other can. Misses Newell started to toss the diapers on top of Adam’s head and shoulders

Adam: HEY! STOP that! Don’t put those diapers by my head!

Misses Newell: There is no more room except by your head. I have to load all of these diapers in there and I don’t care if you like it or not by your head! I am going to put them in there wherever there is room! Now I am going to pack these diapers down a little bit so that I will be able to close the compactor after the rest of these diapers are in there!

Misses Newell leans down and using both of her open palms, she presses the diapers down and the wet, inner liners of the diapers press up against Adam’s face and the back of his head forcing his head to get pressed well into the inner liners of a few open and wet Pampers diapers with a few wipes tucked into them.

Adam: This Pampers isn’t that wet actually and it smells so sweet like baby powder….

Misses Newell: I’m glad…YOU think so….In a minute, once I run the packer, you will get an even CLOSER whiff of it! O…K…last…wet diaper…THERE…well….time to close and pack….See ya tomorrow Adam. I will leave the packer on auto all night. It will cycle every hour, on the hour until I come turn it off. Nighty-night.

Misses Newell slides the compactor closed and then turns some dials and then starts the packer. The loud whine of the electric pump annoyed Adam very much! In the darkness, Adam started to feel the diapers on top of him being pressed harder and harder against his backside and his thickly diapered butt. As the compactor pressed down harder and harder, a few of the diapers popped and the wet gooey padding flew into his hair and all over his head. Then as the compactor began to retract, a few of the diapers rose up for a bit and then fell back into the compactor bag landing on Adam’s head, draping themselves over the back of his head and neck. For the next hour, Adam decided to entertain himself by playing with the unrolled and wet disposable and cloth diapers.

Then, as Adam was busy about to pop into his diaper, the compactor began to cycle again. The compactor blade began to drop down slowly and as it did, it began to press hard against the burst, soggy Pampers and Huggies diapers that were now pressing against his diapered and cereal and milk splattered bottom. The pressure was almost unbearable for a few seconds and as the compactor pressed the hardest, his diaper burst from the right side between his legs! Padding was now starting to leak out and fall out all over the diapers underneath him. Then the compactor blade rose back into it’s starting position. Adam was still really horny so he continued to rub the front of his diaper against the diapers below him. As he was JUST about to pop, the compactor door slid open. It was misses Newell again with two wet pull-ups stuffed with used wipes, a wet Huggies diaper and an old, torn up onesie of his. Misses Newell dropped the old onesie in on top of Adam’s back and then she dropped  the two wet pull-ups in and they settled on his face. Then she put the wet Huggies diaper in onto Adam’s diapered butt.

Adam: Miss Newell? How many more times will the compactor run?

Misses Newell: Until I turn it off….sometime tomorrow. I have to make as much room in that bag as I can baby.

Adam: I felt my diaper burst though!

Misses Newell: Sorry about that….I hope it stays nice and comfy for you until tomorrow…..Sleep well…if…you can…..I will turn the compactor off for the night….but when I wake up, I will run a couple of cycles before I load the morning diapers in there….

Then Misses Newell slid the compactor closed again and then reset the compactor and then locked it. Adam laid in the bag, with the slight sound of the plastic rustling around him. Adam soon fell asleep. A very short time later, the compactor started up again and began pressing very hard on the diapers and everything inside the bag…pressing Adam and his burst diaper down further into the bag. Then the compactor blade then began to retract again and then it turned off. Adam laid there, with his face and part of his head wrapped into the inner liner of one of his thick Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diapers that was slightly wet. As Adam laid there, unable to move, He began to think about how it used to be when his mom, dad put him into his first safety bed and changed his diapers…..He was thinking so much about that, that Adam had not heard the compactor turn back on. As the diapers began to get pressed harder and harder against Adam’s thickly diapered butt and all over his body, Adam let out an exhale that frightened even him! For a second Adam thought that he was no longer going to be able to breathe! Then the compactor began to retract again. Then all was quiet except for the crinkling of the compactor bag and Adam’s diaper plastic. Adam then began to fall asleep for the night. Adam was still unable to move inside the bag as he slept. Before Adam knew what was happening, the compactor door had been slid open and then he felt a bunch of diapers falling on top of him and his diapered bottom. The compactor stayed open for a little bit as misses Newell tossed in some empty diaper packaging and a few used wipes before she slid the door closed again and locked it.

Then, the compactor started up again. It slowly came down and then began to press into the diapers with the 200 pounds per square inch. Adam’s diaper began to bunch up and more wet padding began to get squeezed out from the small hole in his diaper’s right-hand side near the leg elastics.

The diapers that had been dumped into the compactor, began to have the wetness squeezed out of them, as the wetness trickled onto Adam and his diapered bottom.  Adam wasn’t happy about this at…all. He groaned as the compactor came to full cycle before it began to retract. Shortly, the compactor turned off and it was once again quiet except for some crinkling of the plastic compactor bag he was in. Sometime during the afternoon, misses Newell opened the compactor again and tossed in some rather heavy training pants and six other unrolled, folded over, wet disposable diapers. Adam turned his head and brushed one of the diapers off his head so he could see misses Newell standing there.

Adam: Misses Newell? May I get some of my wet cloth diapers in here please? I need something…softer to lay my face on…these wet diapers in here are making me itch.

Misses Newell: Sure…I will go and bring some to you. How many would you like hun?

Adam: I don’t know…how many can you get?

Misses Newell: How does 20 sound?

Adam: That sounds good.

Misses Newell: I will go and bring them and put them in there. I need to close and lock the compactor though while I do…..

Misses Newell then slides the compactor door closed again then locks it while she goes and gets the 20 wet cloth diapers and brings them to the compactor in the kitchen. She then unlocks and then slides the compactor open and then she tosses the semi wet cloth diapers in. They land on Adam’s head.

Misses Newell: There ya go baby.

Adam: hold on…wait….When am I getting out of here?

Misses Newell: Sometime after my husband comes home today…he is going to help with your final disposal. I also need some help getting the bag you’re in, out of there because it is really heavy.

Adam: Does…that mean that when Daniel comes home,, I am going to be taken out to the burn barrel? What do you DO to the diapers and the trash in the burn barrel?

Misses Newell: Yes baby, I am afraid it does. We soak everything in either baby oil or diesel fuel. My husband and I are going to give you a baby oil bath when you are in our incinerator. Now enjoy the time you have left because when Daniel comes home, he is going to want to get the trash done as soon as possible.

Adam: Misses Newell? I think….my diaper has burst on the….right side by my legs.

Misses Newell: I’m sorry hun, but you are just going to have to stay in that diaper you have on. Even if it has burst. It won’t be long now before you and the diapers will go into the burn barrel for final disposal. I have to close the door now….but Daniel and I will be back soon to get everything out…..bye-bye for now.

With that, misses Newell slides the door closed and then locks it. Then she goes back to her daycare duties until Daniel comes home form work. During the next three hours, Misses Newell adds four more wet diapers to the compactor load and then she starts the compactor after each diaper is added. Each cycle of the compactor makes the diapers and Adam get pressed deeper into the compactor trash bag and harder and harder against the wet diapers and other trash inside.

Adam’s head was forced into the wet inner lining of one of his own thick, bulky Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diapers! Then, when the pressure let up, Adam found himself pushed deeper into the bag than he had been before. He also noticed that there were a lot of very wet, cold disposable diapers in the bag now. Adam tried to turn around some so that he could grab one of the cloth diapers that misses Newell had tossed in, so he could lay it on the wet diaper that was in his face. About two and a half hours later, Daniel comes home from work. He kisses his wife and hugs and kisses his kids. Once he has done that, he comes to sit down in the recliner in the living room for a bit before he gets up to take care of his household responsibilities. As Daniel sits down and relaxes for a bit, misses Newell goes into the kitchen to run a couple more cycles of the compactor before she has to turn it off so that Daniel and her can get the trash taken outside to the burn barrel for disposal.

Adam: (Inside the compactor) UUUUUH! I just….want this to…STOP! UUUUH! My diaper!!! It’s….starting to come apart at my leg I think! (Hoping someone outside heard him)

Another half hour goes by and it is now 6:30 pm. Daniel gets up from his recliner and goes over to the compactor. He then calls for his wife to come help with the heavy bag.

Daniel: Honey? I am going to take the trash from the compactor out…now….OK?

Misses Newell: OK. I’ll be right out there in a sec.

Daniel shuts the power to the compactor off, then unlocks then slides the compactor door open and sees all of the trash in the bag but doesn’t see Adam in the bag. Daniel tries to pick the bag up using the handles but it proves to be too heavy. Daniel struggles to get the bag out but successfully pulls it out without so much as tearing it. He then ties it together loosely so he can carry it without everything falling out of the top when he picks it up. When Daniel sat the bag down onto the kitchen floor, he heard Adam utter something muffled.

Adam: UUUH! Be…CAREFUL! I’m in here!

Daniel: What was that….diapered trash?

Adam: I said, be careful, I’m in here!

Daniel: You are trash son……I am NOT careful with trash! Ready to go out to my burn barrel?

Here…we…GO!

Daniel picks the bag up and carries it in his arms almost like it weighed next to nothing. He opens the sliding back porch door and then steps outside to the cement porch and then walks out to the grassy area and over to the burn barrel. He then sets the bag down and then he goes back inside to get the rest of the diaper pails and other trash cans in the house so to also empty them into the burn barrel. Once Daniel brings out two more full cans from inside the house, he sets them down next to the compactor bag. Then he goes and gets all of Adam’s cloth and disposable diapers, his stroller, and his clothing as well as all of the cases of his still clean and unused packages of Adam’s Northshore Care supply Supreme overnight diapers that his former mother left there to be disposed of and also used on him until his disposal.

Once he has gathered everything all next to the burn barrel, Daniel starts by wadding up old paper and newspaper. He tosses each wad into the barrel before he empties one of the diaper pails into the barrel. Just as the last diaper falls into the barrel, his wife comes outside to the back porch and sees that her husband has already started filling the burn barrel with the trash. Misses Newell walks over next to her husband and then rubs his back and then she gives him a one-armed hug before she too starts to empty a few more diapers into the burn barrel.

Then Daniel goes over to the compactor bag and then unties the bag then opens it. He then starts to toss in diapers from the bag by the armful. Then, a few minutes later, the last diaper from on top of Adam is tossed into the barrel and it is now time to get Adam out of the compactor bag. Daniel leans over and scoops Adam up under his knees and his back and then lifts him up, cradling him in his arms for a minute before he steps over to the burn barrel, then lets Adam’s legs drop out before setting Adam down onto his feet inside the burn barrel.

Adam: What IS this thing? Is THIS another trash can or something?

Daniel: NO son, this….is our incinerator barrel. We burn our diapers and trash in here. Now can you stand there for me for just…a little bit while my wife and I soak you and the diapers and trash with lots and LOTS of baby oil?

Adam: Wait! Why are you going to do…THAT? NO! Don’t! you’re gonna get it all over my diapers and inside my diaper!

Misses Newell: Now Adam…..We….talked about this……it’s time for your…baby oil bath now……I am going to get you ALL nice and oiled up for your final disposal….then…it will be time to lie down in the barrel…OK?

Misses Newell and Daniel then come over to Adam standing inside the barrel each holding a full bottle of baby oil in their hands, each with the flip-top lid open and ready to start squirting the baby oil all over Adam, his diaper and all over the other diapers in the barrel.

Adam: NO! I don’t WANNA be squirted with oil! PLEASE! Don’t! Can I get my last diaper change at least?

Daniel Newell: NOPE! Son, you are trash and we do Not clean trash! Now…close your eyes unless you want baby oil in your eyes….here comes the baby oil!

Daniel and misses Newell begin to squirt the baby oil all over Adam. Misses Newell starts to squirt the baby oil from the bottle in her hands, onto Adam’s diaper and legs while Daniel dowses Adam’s head, chest, tummy and back.

Adam: I feel…all…slimy now! Is my diaper soaked with that stuff yet?

Misses Newell: Yes baby…it is…..

Then once both Daniel’s bottle of baby oil and misses Newell’s bottle was empty, They set the bottles down and misses Newell put on some yellow kitchen latex cleaning gloves before coming over to Adam that was standing in the incinerator barrel, to rub the baby oil in some so that he would burn longer and all the way down.

Misses Newell: Honey? Could…YOU bring the two daycare trash cans over here and start loading the diapers in them into the barrel while I…..get Adam here ready for his final disposal? I will help you load the barrel as son as I am done with Adam…OK?

Daniel: Sure….I was JUST going to go get them when you asked.

Misses Newell: Thanks….babe.

Adam: How long will it be until I am gone?

Misses Newell: Well, it will take us about 30 to 40 minutes to load everything and put the kindling and wood in because my husband still has to chop some for your disposal. Then…My husband and I give the oil a little bit of time to…soak in before we fire it up. So you may have about an hour and ten minutes or less.

Adam: BUT….BUT….What if I am…playing with my diaper and I am about to…POP?

Would you light the fire even if I was?

Misses Newell: ( Looking at Daniel to answer this) Honey? Care to answer his question?

Daniel Newell: I would….wait until you were done before I lit the fire.

Adam: Do you care if I play with the diapers some before you do all that?

Daniel Newell: NO…just don’t take TOO long…I want to get this done so we can go to bed…we have kids to take care of….and put to bed.

Misses Newell: OK, can you lay down in there for me? Don’t make my husband or I FORCE you to lay down….

Adam: But…but….but…..do I HAVE…to lie down? Can I sit or stand?

Misses Newell: I’m sorry Adam, but you MUST lie down in there. Would you like some help getting into the barrel? Hey Honey, can you help put Adam into the barrel please? Get his other arm for me…yea…now…that’s it…lower him down in there…..ok….Adam, lay down on the diapers please…..hon, I need you to lay down in there so I can load more diapers in there. Then kindling and logs will be put in there on top of the diapers that are on top of YOU. It’s JUST the way it HAS to be sweetie. Now….can you please lay down? There…that-a-boy. Now stay lying down in there for me for a bit while I get everything ready…OK? I am going to put the lid on after I get these diapers loaded…be a GOOD boy for me while I do all that….OK?

Adam: Do I HAVE to? HEY! Those packs of diapers, those diaper bags and all of those…..onesies are MINE! Why are you bringing them over HERE????

What are all of those….CLOTH diapers, cloth training pants, plastic pants and diaper covers doing here???

Daniel Newell: They are going into the burn barrel and being burned man! They’re trash!

Then once Adam was fully loaded into the new incinerator barrel, Misses Newell came over and started loading diapers from two trash cans from in the house, on top of Adam.

Adam: HEY! PPPPFT! HEY! Don’t put those…wet and dirty diapers all over ME! STOP IT! PEW! They…STINK!

Misses Newell finishes loading as many diapers as she could into the barrel on top of Adam then she put the locking lid on for a bit while Daniel chopped wood for their disposal.

Adam: Misses Newell? 

Misses Newell: (Taking an arm-load of loose, rolled and unrolled wet and dirty disposable diapers from the daycare trash can and dropping them all into the incinerator barrel on top of Adam as he talks) Yes sweetie? 

Adam: How much longer do I have to lay in here like this? 

Misses Newell: Oh.....not too much longer, about another hour or hour and a half. 

Adam: While I wait, can.....I play with the wet disposable and cloth diapers? 

Misses Newell: Sure sweetie, I don't care. 

Adam: Misses Newell? Can you do one last diaper check for me and tell me if my diapers are wet or not?

Misses Newell: Sure.....I can do that....Not that it matters much…

Misses Newell bends down on one knee and then reaches into the incinerator barrel and then uses her right hand to pull back the leg elastics in Adam's diaper near his butt, then inserts her left index and middle fingers and feels the inner liner for wetness also doing a visual condition check before making Adam turn over onto his back and let his legs dangle over the side of the incinerator barrel while she feels the inside front part of Adam's thick diapers.

Misses Newell: Yep! You're diapers are...nice and soaking wet and full of diesel fuel. Looks like you'll dispose of very well. (Misses Newell stands up, then tosses in some of Adam's nice, clean and still folded cloth diapers as well as a pair of his printed plastic pants from in his diaper bag before she removed the baby powder and wipes, then tossed the diaper bag into the barrel with six of Adam's clean and thick Northshore overnight diapers and six modified Pampers size six diapers still inside) 

Adam: Miss Newell? It's cold and I need my diapers changed! Hey! Don't toss the diapers on my face!

Misses Newell: (grabbing Adam’s legs and forcing him to fold them Indian style so that they don’t hang out of the barrel) It's time for your disposal now! You have to just stay in what you have on. I need to finish loading the rest of these clean and dirty diapers into the barrel now….

Adam: Do you…..HAVE to dispose of me? How come I can't just be taken out to one of the trash men and their trash truck?

Misses Newell: Well, hon, we don't have trash service out here where we are. My husband Daniel is a trash man. We like to burn our trash and the diapers because diapers, in landfills stay around for 500 or more years, creating disease for future generations to come. I prefer to burn the diapers and trash so that everything is gone and we don't have to worry about it later or again for that matter. It's just…..cleaner for the environment this way.

Adam: Do I get…..one last wish?

Misses Newell: Oh……I might be able to do….that….depending on what your last wish is…..of course.

Adam: Can you please add the rest of my clean cloth diapers and the rest of my packs of disposable diapers as well as those two trash cans full of dirty diapers without using diesel fuel please????

Misses Newell: I can do that. I am going to load the dirty diapers first Adam. 

Misses Newell picks up the first full an, square trash can and begins emptying the wet and dirty diapers into the incinerator barrel on top of Adam, spreading the tumbling unrolled wet diapers onto Adam's face as she finishes dumping the now empty can’s contents. Then misses Newell puts the square can down and then picks up the white can with a lot of disposable diapers that she hadn’t rolled up and then begins to empty a lot of semi-wet, soaking wet, Pampers, Parent's Choice, Luvs, Huggies diapers and pull-ups onto Adam’s face and chest, spreading them out over his body as she empties the remaining diapers and pull-ups from the can.

Adam: (mumbling underneath the heavy dirty diapers, and some coffee grounds) Have you tossed in my clean cloth diapers and clean disposable diapers yet misses Newell?

Misses Newell: no, not yet, I am enjoying your disposal a little…..too much hon. After all of your cloth diapers and the packs of your leftover clean disposable diapers are in there, it will be time to put the kindling wood in there then I will put some nice, big logs in there!

Adam: NOOOO! Do you……HAVE to put wood in here???

Misses Newell: Yes, I do! It helps to keep you and everything burning longer.

Misses Newell tosses in some twigs, sticks and small pieces of kindling wood then goes over to grab two large and heavy logs to put into the incinerator barrel one at a time.

Adam: Hey! Those sticks are poking me! Why do the sticks gotta be between my legs?

Misses Newell: If you don't like the sticks, just wait until I load these two heavy logs I have here! I have to put some between your legs so that the flames burn your diapers well….hon. You are going to look…..HOT in those comfy diapers!

Misses Newell stops for a few seconds and then she looks over at the four bottles of baby oil sitting on the table nearby.

Misses Newell: Know what Adam? I have an idea….that I KNOW you will enjoy…..I……am…………going to massage some baby oil all over you and your diapers……I am also going to use some of those nice, wet disposable diapers to rub it on ya…..I know you secretly like that. I am going to enjoy…..messing you up for disposal.

Adam: Who told you that I like that?

Misses Newell: Your mom whispered it to me right before she left. I am going to start with your feet and work my way up your body getting lots of oil on you, on and inside your diapers.

Misses Newell goes over to the table where the three bottles of baby oil are and she grabs them and brings them over to the side of the barrel and sets them down next to the logs. She then picks one of the bottles up, opens the flip cap and then holds the bottle while she reaches into the barrel and grabs a wet Pampers diaper that wasn't rolled up and then she starts rubbing the inner liner of the Pampers diaper all over Adam's legs, waist, chest and then his head to absorb as much of the oily diesel fuel as possible.

Adam: Misses Newell? Why are you rubbing the wet diaper all over me?

Misses Newell: So that I can take off some of the diesel fuel so that the baby oil will stick to you better….you smell like this wet diaper now…..peeeew! I bet you…..like being rubbed with the wet Pampers…huh?

Adam: (blushing) I…….kinda do…..can you rub a few more of them on me please?

Misses Newell: I KNEW you were enjoying all of this! Now…..I…am going to enjoy disposing of YOU!

Adam: What? Why? I don’t WANNA be disposed of!!! NO! STOP! I thought this was some kind of…punishment! HEY! I don’t wanna be disposed of!! HEY! Can I be thrown away and taken by a trash truck or something at least?

Misses Newell: No, sorry, we don’t have trash service here! This IS our “trash service!!! This is how you are being disposed of! You and these diapers are getting a bath of fire!

Adam: HEY! STOP it! Don’t put that oily stuff inside my diapers!!!! NO! STOP IT!

Misses Newell: I have to hon! The oils make you and the diapers burn hotter and more completely.

Now, once I finish oiling your legs and feet up, it’s time to get back into my nice burn barrel with ALL of the wet and dirty diapers.

Misses Newell finishes oiling Adam’s feet and legs up well with a lot of oil and with Adam’s diaper nearly dripping with oil, she grabs his right hand and pulls him over to the burn barrel and then she reaches under his armpits and lifts him back into the burn barrel feet first.

Misses Newell: Time to lay down now hun….

Adam: But, but, but….I don’t wanna! Do I HAVE to?

Misses Newell: YES! You DO! Don’t make me FORCE you to lay down in there! 

Adam lays down and tries to get somewhat comfortable laying on the lumpy, squishy, soft, rolled and unrolled disposable diapers, cloth diapers and other trash such as cardboard pizza boxes, Totino’s pizza boxes, Cleaning supply containers, baby wipe containers, kitchen waste, loose baby wipes, and other household trash. Misses Newell had even laid open a few of Adam’s wet disposable diapers for Adam to lay on so he would feel a little more comfy while she prepared the trash to be burned. Misses Newell then wheels another large trash can over to the side of the burn barrel that has more loose, rolled and unrolled disposable diapers and then she rolls another two containers full of Adam’s cloth diapers and plastic pants over to the side of the burn barrel. Misses Newell starts taking some of the cloth diapers by the arm-load and dropping them all into the barrel on top of Adam.

Adam: Do my cloth diapers HAVE to be disposed of????

Misses Newell: YES! I have NO use for them! I don’t like cloth diapers either! They are trash to me! They are yucky, gross and disgusting!

Adam: But, they are still nice and clean! They were freshly washed not that long ago!

Misses Newell: They are trash now! Just….like…you! BOY! I will SURE be glad when your disposal is done! Ya know? I am telling everyone that We are having a BBQ in your honor and that you are our “guest of honor!”  Like that festival called “Burning man” but instead of the man being made of wood, he is a REAL diapered man!

Adam: Can I ask you for a couple favors before you….light everything up?

Misses Newell: That…Depends…pardon the pun….

Adam: Can I play with the diapers in here for an hour or so before you start my final disposal please?

Misses Newell: Sure…I don’t care WHAT you do with the diapers while you are in there…but when it’s time to light everything, I am going to start the fire and I don’t care WHAT you are doing….

Adam starts to play with the diapers inside the burn barrel incinerator while misses Newell continues to toss in more and more diapers that soon almost fill the entire barrel. There is JUST enough room inside the barrel for the large logs and kindling wood and sticks.

Misses Newell finishes emptying the trash cans and then she goes over to the wood log pile and takes one of the logs and brings it over to the burn barrel. She then puts the log down on the ground next to the barrel before going to get two more logs which she sets down next to the first log.

Then, misses Newell goes over to her kindling pile and gathers up a lot of sticks and chopped wood pieces which she brings over to the burn barrel and starts to put them into the barrel. Misses Newell then picks a few of the diapers that are on top of Adam up and then she lays quite a few of the kindling pieces between his legs and on top of Adam and his diaper…she makes sure that there are a lot of kindling pieces under Adam’s head by lifting his head and putting some under his head and neck.

Misses Newell: Ok Adam…Left your head so I can put this kindling under you.

Adam: But NO! Do you HAVE to put that there?

Misses Newell: Of COURSE I do…..I want you to burn more thoroughly…and I have to be sure that there is nothing left…..

Still in Progress....Will finish soon!