The Diaper-Test Labs

  The Diaper Test Labs

It had been a financially rough year for Frankie and Mark, Parents of an eighteen year old boy who was still in diapers and was still the size of a 5 year old. Frankie signed their son up to be used at a diaper testing lab who offered to pay weekly money to Frankie to use in diaper tests as well as other product tests.  

Frankie and Mark had been taking their diapered son back and forth to the labs and back on a weekly basis and after a while..... she grew tired of driving back and forth. Both Frankie and Mark got together and talked about giving their son to either the labs or to an orphanage. Frankie called the labs and asked them if they wouldn't mind taking their son for an extra week. They usually weren't able to do this however, seeing that they needed all of the test subjects they could get that they don't mind getting really dirty and smelly, the labs arranged to hold onto Casey while they put him and his diapers through many,  many tests. Casey was among a small group of diaper testers that were kept in the diaper test labs as they were used to test diapers daily and weekly. Casey, was also used to test sunscreen,  various types of lotions, perfumes, colones and even cleaning products as well as detergents. When Casey wasn't testing diapers, he was testing other things. Casey wore diapers 24/7 and everyone who worked with him, kept him in diapers. One day, someone in a suit and tie came to see how everything was doing. The man in the suit asked if it would be OK if some of the test subjects could be taken elsewhere and used in other tests. Since most of the test subjects in the room actually belonged to the labs, the lab techs didn't mind.
The man ordered the test subjects he was taking, to get dry diapers before he took them.

Man in Suit: Give my test subjects nice and dry diapers before I take them please, I don't want their diapers leaking during transport.

Lab Nurse: Certainly.....will do. OK, ladies? I have a couple of test subjects that need diaper changes....then they are going to be taken to be tested.....elsewhere in our facility. We get them back after they are done. Pick a test subject and change them. Have them ready here in 15 minutes.

The diaper changing nurses begin going over to the selected test subjects and conducting diaper changes on each subject before each changed subject was lined up and made to stand near the door as they awaited transport over to the next testing area.
The man in the suit came back shortly with two women whom guided all of the test subjects over to the testing room where each test subject was put up onto a large countertop and made to lay down on their back. Arlen and Casey were placed next to one another on the countertop on their backs while they both got secured to the countertop.

Arlen: Hi....I'm Arlen.....what's your name?

Casey: Ca...sey....Why are YOU here?

Arlen: My mom and dad left me at some.....daycare that says they are going to.....throw me away after these people are done.....testing me.

Casey: Yes.....that....is what they do to us. I....got dropped off here by my mom because she can't  diaper me anymore. Now.....these people own me and I heard......that once they can't use any of us anymore, they take us to where they put the test-diapers and throw us AND everything of ours........away! Even......leftover test diapers!

Arlen: Really? They......do all that?

Casey: Yes.....they.....DO! I....watched someone take one girl they had tested and she was.....covered in some....blue stuff that made her look....blue! Her diaper looked clean.....when they took her away.....I never saw her again after that.
One of those......boys over there......took her place......

Arlen: Do.....I....have to be taken away.....like.....them?

Casey: Does this.....place own you?

Arlen: Noooo.....I get taken back to the......daycare each day.....
and brought back.

Casey: Then.....they may do something different with.....YOU....oop......it's  time to get our test diapers put on.......



The Lady with the white lab coat on came over and began unfastening the tapes of Casey's diaper before lifting him up and pulling the diaper out from under him. She put the diaper she took off, on Casey's chest while she opened the test diaper, slid it underneath his bottom before slowly pulling the diaper up between his legs and fastening the tapes. Then, the same lady came over and stood between Arlen's legs before unfastening the tapes of his diaper and pulling it out from under him, folding it over and laying it on his chest.
The lady.....opened up a thick, crinkly white diaper with blue sides on it....and then she quickly slid it under him before reaching over Arlen's head to insert a tube along side of his penis. Then, once the tube was velcroed in place, she dropped in two blue dye gel packs before she pulled the diaper up and fastened the tapes.
The lady went down the row of boys and the one girl on the long countertop, changing diapers and inserting tubes and a few blue dye gel packs into their diapers as quickly as possible.
Once she was done, she walked over to Casey and then ran her index fingers along Casey's leg elastics before she pushed a button on the wall just over his head. A cold and wet liquid began to fill his diaper.
A few seconds later, the lady flipped Casey over onto his belly so she could see the back of his diaper.









It had not yet leaked. She noted that on the test notes on the clipboard above him. 

Then the lady flipped Casey back over onto his back before another woman came in carrying another newer pack of diapers needing tested. The diapers were brought over to the stack of packs of test diapers in one corner of the test lab. The dark-haired boy third to last in the row on the testing counters had his wet diaper changed and he got another test diaper put on him. Then, another blue dye pack was put into his diaper to show where the leaks were....he was then given a lot of liquid to drink as the test continues. It wasn't long before the dark-haired boy soaked his diaper and it finally leaked. The diapering Tech came over to check on where the leaks were and make notes on the clipboard before changing the boy's diaper. 

Then, the diapering tech picked the boy up and put him right into one of the large, deep diaper pails along with the two test diapers he had on, for disposal. The diapering tech used both her hands to push down on the boy she had put into the diaper pail so as to try to make more room for more diapers, seeing as how the diaper pail was quickly filling up. The diaper pails would fill up every two hours after each of the tests. This was usual during each day. The janitorial cleaning crews would come in and take the loads of diapers in the diaper pails to the furnace room where they would leave them on a large pile on the floor near the furnaces. Sometimes, when there were too many diapers, one of the janitorial crew would come and load some of the diapers into a janitorial trash cart, and take them and any diapered trash to the stationary compactor that would crush the diapers into a neatly packed cube that would easily fit into the furnace. 

Dark-haired boy: Miss! Uuuuuuuuh!!!! Hey! Miss??? Why am I being put into this.....diaper pail? 

Diapering Tech: Because, we....are done testing on you. Since you.....and the diapers legally belong to the diaper factory, they told us to throw away all leftover packs of diapers AND the diaper testers after we were done testing. 

Dark-haired boy: Wait! Wait!!! Please! Don't throw me away! Where......am I being taken after this? 

Diapering Tech: (looking at watch) In about.... oh....an hour or less, the.... cleaning ladies will come to take the trash out and from what I hear, the diapers and trash, like....you, go to a large compactor that.....will crush the diapers into a NICE cube that will later go into one of our furnaces which generates electricity for the diaper factory and our testing labs. 

There.....are certain diapers that they don't want burned here....those wearing these diapers and the diapers that can't be burned here, go out to the alley and get put into the blue and white toters for a collection truck to take away. 

Dark-haired boy: Am I.....going to that.....burning thing here.... or....out to the blue and white thing? 

Diapering Tech: I....don't know. Whatever it says in your file, is what will happen. I....don't have your......file here with me.

Diapering Tech: (To the boy next to The Dark-haired boy) OK.....I need to give you......the next test diaper. This.....one.....we have to...field-test in our....playground. 

Sandy-Haired boy: I....get to go out to the playground? 

Diapering Tech: Yes.....long enough to give these diapers a good testing. Then, you come back inside, get changed again, then, we have to.....pressure-test your diaper to see if it leaks under normal pressure. After that, you.....get to be....thrown away. 

Sandy-Haired boy: Huh? Wait......Please! Don't throw me away! Where am I.....going? To that....burning place like you told that.....other boy or....into the...blue and white things? 

Diapering Tech: (Reaching over to the clipboard to read the boy's files) Um....let me....see here.....you...are going......into the furnace I am afraid. 

Sandy-Haired boy: How long will it....be until.....I get put...into that....burning thing? 

Diapering Tech: Usually, if there aren't a lot of diapers, you would go in right away, some time today. However, this week, we have thrown a lot of diapers and test subjects away. You.....could be there for.....a few days. 

Sandy-Haired boy: Do.....they....care if I am......awake, asleep or not? What about.....my onesies and clothing? 

Diapering Tech: Everything you have on and came with, that was used in tests, goes in with you. No.....nobody cares if you are awake, asleep or not. When....it's  time to load the furnace, you go in.....awake, kicking and screaming, or.....asleep. 

Now.....time to get you.....into this....NICE......comfy, very....thick.....disposable diaper. It may....be.....your last diaper change. 

The diapering Tech changed the Sandy-Haired boy's diaper then left the diaper that was taken off, in the diaper pail before taking the Sandy-Haired boy out to the playground to test the diaper's absorbency under "normal" pressures and stresses.

As the Sandy-Haired boy moved and was sat onto the slides and swings, his diaper began to leak blue dyes and red dyes. The dyes showed where the liquids flowed under pressure and took the path of least resistance out of the diaper. 

Once the field tests were done, the Sandy-Haired boy was brought back into the lab where he was placed onto the diaper changing and testing counter. Then the diapering tech came over with another test-diaper to change him into. 

Diapering Tech: Well.....one....more test honey and it's going to be time to.....throw you....and the diaper away. This....may be....your last diaper. 

Sandy-Haired boy: May I....choose what diaper I get after the test is over? 

Diapering Tech: No, sorry, if....you want to....play with the diapers in the pails, we don't care. You get this diaper and....that's it. I won't see you again unless I toss one of the diapers into your pail. 

The diapering tech finishes changing the Sandy-Haired boy then puts him down onto his feet and walks him over to a building across from the labs on the same lot and ad they enter the building, a security Guard asks the diapering tech to show her ID badge. She does and the Sandy-Haired boy and the diapering tech walk over to an area where there are various types of small, medium and large machines and hydraulic press tables. Near one of these machines, was a row of large steel cribs that had some thickly diapered test subjects in them, waiting to get tested. There was an empty crib near the beginning on the row of six cribs. The diapering tech escorted the Sandy-Haired boy over to the empty crib, helped him into it, before raising the side, locking the tall sides and then walking away. The cribs all had fixed steel tops on them, sort of like steel cages with plastic mattresses in them that had different prints. 

The Sandy-Haired boy looked around and saw various boys and girls with their legs dangling from the edges of tables and a few with their diapers unfastened and lowered, being tested by one to three people in white lab coats. The Sandy-Haired boy noted the few dried up diapers in the far back corner of the crib he was in. He wondered why the diapers were there. Then, two of the men in lab coats began to walk over to one of the machines carrying a dark-haired boy wearing a very thick and crinkly disposable diaper. He seemed too occupied with protests to notice that the machine he and a couple of dozen disposable diapers were going into, was a stationary compactor hopper. 

Dark-haired boy: Nooooo! Nooooo! Quit! Put.....me....down! Let....GO of me! Stop! I....don't....wanna go in there! Yuck! Stop....it! 

Dark-haired man in lab coat: Ok.....time for you....to be compacted. This.....is where.....we squeeze the.....piss out of your diapers! Then, after a certain weight is reached, the floor slides open and you....and these....diapers will drop down into a chute that puts everything RIGHT....into the large furnace. It's nearly a direct feed! A valve opens up every so often and let's a certain amount of diapers and trash in. It....should take....oh.....about three hours to....get you and these.......diapers into that nice.......warm furnace. Ok.....it's crushy-crushy time! 

Dark-Haired Boy: NOOOO! Please! DON'T!!! I...don't wanna be crushed! NOOOO! QUIT IT! 

The man in the lab-coat starts the crusher cycle and then the diapers in the crusher hopper begin to bunch up, and begin to press against him and his diaper, causing his wet, bulging, saggy diaper to begin bunching up between his legs, spreading his legs apart. The padding of the boy's diaper began to feel as if it were going to burst from the inner liner of his diaper as the compactor continued it's cycle. Then, as the compactor retracted, the diapers began to spring back into shape, some of the diapers stayed in their crushed up forms. Then, some more diapers were added to the hopper from a large and overflowing 32 gallon can. Then, another 32 gallon can of more diapers was added before the compactor started again. The boy's diaper began to get the diapers that had been pressed against him as well as the new loads of diapers pressed against him and now, the pressure felt as if it was more than it was before! The boy groaned as he was now being forcefully pressed against the diapers that had been inside the container already. As the boy had his head and face firmly embedded into the plastic and padding of the other diapers, the squishy padding of his diaper began to slowly ooze from the leg gathers as the squishy, slimy wet disposable diaper fluff oozed like oatmeal from a zip-loc bag under pressure. 

Soon, the dark-haired boy was pushed nearly against all of the diapers that had been loaded in before him and he was having his face pressed into the plastic backing of diapers as well as into the open padding of others as they curled around his head and face. The compactor kept running every 15 minutes or so with more.....and more diapers being loaded in. Then, as soon as the compactor seemed to be packed out, the compactor stopped, and about two hours later, a low-toned whining was heard and as the smooth, stainless steel floor slid out from underneath the dark-haired boy and all of the test diapers, the dark-haired boy could feel the floor moving and the vibrations as the compactor blade underneath him, began to retract so that the loads could fall down into the funnel chute that would drop certain amounts of the diapers and test subjects into a large furnace which was right underneath a large boiler full of water which was turning into steam that turned a steam turbine which generated large amounts of electricity for the city, for the diaper factory, and for the test labs. 

Boy: UH!!! UH! My.....dia......per! Whoooooooooah! UH! 

The boy landed onto some other diapers that were still inside the throat part of the funnel hopper, waiting to go down into the furnace. The sliding door that controlled the flow of the diapers and diapered trash into the furnace began to slide open for a bit, allowing lots and lots of the diapers go fall down into the furnace. The boy could feel the heat as it rose through the density of the load if diapers. Then, more and more diapers began to slide down on top of the dark-haired boy as the diapers below him fell down and into the boiler furnace, burning up nearly immediately. 

Then, the steel floor began to slide closed again allowing the dark-haired boy to be next in line to fall into the boiler furnace with a bunch of the loads of diapers, clothing and tested items on top of him to follow. The weight of all the diapers being constantly and consistantly loaded into the funnel hopper, felt as if the load was pressing down upon him. The dark-haired boy felt his diaper begin to wringle and begin to melt a little as it rested against the serring hot metal door. The wetness inside his diaper began to turn to steam and rise from around the leg elastics as he and the diapers waited for the steel hatch door to slide open. 

About two hours later, the sound of the hydraulics moving the heavy, thick hatch door open alerted the dark-haired boy that he was about to have....some of THE HOTTEST flashes he'd ever known! 

As the hatch slowly opened, the boy and his diaper began to start sliding down into the molten hot boiler furnace along with the rest of the diapers. Suddenly.....the boy and a bunch of the diapers instantly burst into flame and the diapers nearly instantly shriveled up and melted into a blackened, hard carbon-like material before burning the rest of the way while the boy and his diaper turned into a smoldering skelton as it landed on the floor of the boiler until the bones fragmented and then began to spark.....as they smoldered away. As the hatch closed again.....more diapers were added and a couple more diapered trash as well. 

A girl wearing a soggy and saggy Pink Luvs diaper fell into the funnel hopper along with about 500 loose wet and messy diapers, and old onesie bodysuits and footed sleepers. 

Then......a large load of some opened packages of diapers that were no longer sanitary were now falling into the funnel hopper. The pink diapered girl lay on the piles of diapers with the plastic of her soggy and saggy Luvs diaper that had burst along her right leg elastics causing some of the wet gels and padding to spatter out all over her and the diapers below her. The compactor had squished her diaper quite well before she had dropped into the funnel hopper with the rest of the packed diapers as the diapers and the girl waited to fall into the boiler. 

The man sitting in the control center that had video feeds of what was inside the funnel hopper, was busy monitoring the temperature of the boiler to tell him when it would be best to open the sliding hydraulically controlled hatch. 

The poor saggy diapered girl awoke to find herself deeply embedded within a load of loose diapers that had already been conpacted and now were about to fall into a molten hot boiler. The girl could feel the heat radiating from below her.....she began to sweat bullets of perfuse wetness as she reached down to feel her diapered bottom. 

Saggy Diapered Girl: Hey! UM......Hey......can........someone please.......get me out of here? 

The saggy diapered girl waited to hear a response yet hearing none, she began to fiddle around with the diapers around her.....to find one she could use to wipe off some of the sweat. Suddenly, the loads of diapers shook and started to shift. The diapered girl felt a sudden drop as the loads of diapers below her suddenly began to fall into the boiler. 

The diapers she was laying on......suddenly began to get super warm then a few of them began to sizzle as they began to slightly liquify and melt some. Her own wet diaper began to shrivel up some as steam rose from inside her diaper. The wet padding suddenly felt almost too hot to bare! More and more diapers beneath her fell down into the boiler and nearly burned and shriveled up instantly. 

As she began to drop down with the loads of diapers she was laying on.....her diaper began to shrivel up against her just before it began to melt and then flamed out. She let out a blood-curdling high-pitched scream as the rest of her body nearly dried up instantly before flaming out as well. 

Before her burning and flaming body was able to hit the boiler floor, the thick steel hatch had slid closed sealing in everything that had fallen within. 

Meanwhile.......back in the testing facility.......

A blue-eyed diapered 15 year old whom was a midget, was brought into the diaper testing room and then he was lifted up onto the testing surface, before the diaper he was wearing was unfastened, pulled out from under him and then thrown into the wet diaper pail with all the others. 

Diapered Midget: Um......which diapers......will I be testing today? 

Diaper Testing Tech: You.....get to test our size 6 and our size 7 diapers as well as all of our over-night diapers in these sizes. Then....you will get to test a few of our.....pull-ups. How does that......sound? 

Diapered Midget: Sounds.....great....honey as long as....you....are the one changing my diapers......

Diaper Testing Tech: Oh.......don't even...TRY to get.....cute with ME shorty! You'll be lucky.....that after the diaper tests.....you don't get disposed of!

Diapered Midget: Um......you mean......that.....I am going to be.....disposed of after they are done being tested???? 

Diaper Testing Tech: Yes! All.....who come here......and belong to the test labs, and test diapers, will be thrown away after the tests are done. Now......you.....get to test one of our.....new overnight diapers. You......will be the first to test them. 

The diaper testing tech opened the package of the first-run overnight diapers and took one out. She opened it up and then set it on the midget's chest while she unfastened the tapes on the wet diaper he had on. 

Then the diaper testing tech opened a container of wipes and began to use one, then two, then three, then four, five, six wipes,dropping each used wipe into the wet diaper before folding the front of it over, then pulling the back half out from under the boy. Then, the diaper testing tech grabbed the clean test diaper from the boy's chest and put the diaper she took off, onto his chest while she put the clean one on. Once the diaper testing tech was done, she helped the midget down to his feet. She then took him by the left hand in her right and led the midget over to a long line of test mannequins with test-diapers on them and then she helped the midget up onto the test-counter before strapping him down then hooking up the diaper-moisture monitors to his diaper. 

Diaper-test Tech: O......K.......now.....it's......Diaper testing time. Your diaper....is going to get wet and then it will get wet again. Then.....I am going to take you out to our test-playground where your diaper will get a good field-testing. OK.....here comes....the wetness!!!! Ooooooh!!!! Bet.....it feels nice and.....COOL huh? 

The Cloth diaper Testing Lab: 

https://youtu.be/R0vSInXAnLY

                                         

Time to go into the Chipper!

The Chipper-Death of the Clones

Based on what the guy in this video said about how the ELITE dispose of their unwanted "Clones" 

                                Former illuminati insider: There are 2 types of Cloning

I suddenly woke up inside a green back-lit cloning chamber full of synthetic amniotic fluids.

I opened my eyes, but could only make out blurry outlines of dark forms that were standing in front of the chamber I was in. Before too long, my body was being flushed out of the chamber and my body was fished out and brought into a large room wrapped in a warm blanket.
I was unable to walk......I hadn't learned how yet. I was taken over to a table and laid upon it. The blanket was opened and my naked body was exposed to the cool air inside this large room with a lot of lights. A female came over to the table I was on carrying something that crinkled loudly and looked really puffy.

My eyes hadn't quite adjusted yet to the lights yet....as this female in a white coat opened up this puffy thick thing, lifted my bottom up and slid the puffy, soft thing underneath me. She then grabbed some container of some powdery stuff and sprinkled it all over the lower half of my body for some reason. Then, she pulled the other half of this...thick and soft thing up and began to fasten it around my waist with something sticky. When she was done, she stepped away and went off somewhere else out of sight until a man in something white came over to the table I was on.

Man in Lab-coat: Hi, I am Jed. I am one of the genetic engineers.  I want to test your responses and take some vitals from you...and I need to take some of your blood.

Clone: Um....what...is going to happen here? What....is this...THING around my...waist???

Jed: That....is a diaper! Since you haven't gained control of your bladder and bowels yet, we typically diaper you until you are able to get toilet trained...and we ONLY do THAT.....if you don't have any defects.

Clone: UM...what are...defects?

Jed: Well, when something isn't supposed to be the way it is.....not "normal" to our species.....

Clone: Do...I...have anything like that?

Jed: We....are about.....to find...OUT!

Clone: What....will happen to me....if I have one of....those...what did you call those? De...fects?

Jed: We dispose of all of our defective clones! We will send you and the other clones that are...defective, to a chipper machine that will break you all apart!

Clone: Will it....hurt?

Jed: Yes...it will.

Clone: What about this....THING I have on?

Jed: You and that diaper you are wearing will go into the chipper too! We don't care what you are wearing.

Clone: What if I don't....WANT to go into that...THING you speak of?

Jed: You won't have any choice! YOU ARE....going into the chipper for disposal, like it...or NOT!

Clone: This....THING around me....feels uncomfortable!!! It's.....cold and it makes me feel...itchy!

Jed: (Inspecting the diaper) That's because it's wet. I will....get the nurse to come and change it for you.....when I am done here. 

Clone: Why is my...mouth dry????

Jed: That's because you...are...thirsty. I will tell the nurse to bring you something to drink.

Jed draws some blood and as he does, it hurts the clone.

Clone: OUCH!  That....feels...weird! What...are you...doing?

Jed: I am drawing some blood for testing. It will take a couple of hours or less to get the results back. I will know more then, about you being sent to the chipper!

Ted gathers up his phlebotomy supplies and then takes a flake of skin as a sample before packing up and returning to his lab. A few minutes later, the nurse reappears carrying another diaper in her right hand and a bottle of some kind of juice in the other.The nurse comes over to the foot of the table and begins to change the clone's diaper. The nurse tosses the wet folded over diaper onto the clone's chest while she unfolds and opens the clean and dry diaper. She slides it underneath him and then pulls the front of the diaper up quickly before fastening the tapes.
Then the nurse pulls the drink bottle out and gives it to the clone.

Nurse: Here, drink this. It's electrolytes. It will help you hydrate.

The clone takes the bottle in his hands and holds it like a toddler would hold their bottle instinctively.
The nurse then leaves without taking the wet diaper away. A few minutes later, a couple of other men came over to the bed and helped carry the clone over to a place with a long hallway with large rooms that looked more like crib-cages which they use to keep their clones in. The man carrying the clone,
sets the clone down into the safety bed that is inside a large cage much like a dog cage only larger.
Then, one of the men back out of the cage, while one of the men starts raising the safety bed side, locking it, then both men back out of the cage and close and lock the door. The two men then leave the hallway and then a metal door is closed and locked behind them. A light suddenly flickers on over the safety bed and the cage.The Clone lays there in the safety bed that is inside the cage and wonders where he is and what is going to happen. The clone has about the instincts of a 2 year old toddler at this point. He hasn't the knowledge or experience yet nor the programming in his mind to know any better. He is operating only on his raw human instincts.

About four and a half hours go by and another man in a white coat comes into the hallway followed by the same two other men that brought him into the cage. One of the two men that had put him into the cage and the safety bed, unlocked the door of the cage, then unlocked and lowered the safety bed side down before stepping back out into the hallway to allow the man in the lab-coat to come in.

Man in Lab-Coat: Hi, My name is Jerry. I am here to tell you that we found a couple of minor defects in your genomes. We think that there is a use for you for a little while before you and a few others like you, will need to be....dispensed with! There are a few of our females that want to have lots and lots of sex with you......There are even a couple of GUYS here that want to have some sex with you.....These people will be coming in here and making you feel good.......as often as they want.
If you protest.......you will be punished!

Clone: How will I be....punished?

Main-In-Lab-Coat: Protest and find out......for now, let's not and say you did....shall we?





Story Under Construction

Plan-A-The Waste-To-Energy Plant-V-1

Plan-A-The Waste-To-Energy Plant

**Read this like a Choose-your-own-adventure story.

Start out reading the first story and then that will tell you where to go and which story to read for certain outcomes.

(In THIS version, Devon comes to misses Newell’s house wearing cloth diapers underneath his thick disposable diapers. His mother instructs misses Newell to soak his cloth diapered butt in the toilet to soak and then flush the toilet to rinse his wet cloth diapers out before putting another clean disposable diaper over his cloth ones.)

Early on a Thursday morning, Devon’s mom had driven to the home daycare that they usually came to and as Devon’s mom rang the doorbell, Devon’s mom was already late for work. A few minutes later, Misses Newell answers the door. Misses Newell sees Devon and his mom standing there, Devon’s mom has eight large, brown cardboard boxes at her feet, two diaper bags, four large black trash bags and Devon’s adult disability pushchair/stroller laying at her feet.

Misses Newell: Hi there….come on in…..

Patricia-Devon’s Mom: Thank you.

Misses Newell: What’s with all that stuff?

Patricia: Well, I need to talk with you, privately.

Misses Newell: OK. Does Devon need his diaper changed?

Patricia: Maybe, it’s been about two hours since I changed him last, but I need to talk with you first, because I have to get to work. I am already late.

Misses Newell puts Devon in the living room with the others that she is taking care of then Patricia and Misses Newell go into the hallway, out of earshot but still within view of everyone one she is caring for and Patricia begins to explain what she is doing with all of the boxes, black trash bags and everything she brought with her.

Patricia: I brought all of his things over because Devon is not healthy enough and soon will die. My husband and I talked about the new End-of-Life-Options bill and we think that it would be best if you two…..did this for him. He has 1 year too live. We just don’t want him to…suffer, you know? We heard that you two have….disposed of several people before and we want you two to…well…dispose of Devon for us.

Misses Newell: Well, true, we have disposed of quite a few people before, but….we disposed of them in our burn barrel. Is that….what you want?

Patricia: Your husband said that he would take Devon and everything I brought, to the waste-to-energy plant, when my husband and I talked to him a couple of days ago. We talked about disposing of him in your burn barrel too, but that would be our last option if your husband was somehow unable to take Devon to the waste-to-energy plant. My husband and I don’t care how you dispose of him and his things really, but the waste-to-energy plant sounded like a good first option.

Misses Newell: OHHHH I see….you talked to my husband….Daniel already? He….neglected to mention it. Sure….if….you talked to him and he said it was fine, then….sure….we will take Devon until it’s time for his final disposal.

Patricia: AH greeeat…thank you. It has been the hardest on our incomes….what with….all of the diapers, onesies and even the cloth diapers that we used at first. We thought that Devon was going to grow out of diapers…..and when the doctors told us that he would be in diapers the rest of his life, my husband and I…BOTH started looking at our budget and found that we can’t sustain poor Devon and all of those…special diapers any more…that and we don’t want poor Devon to suffer through the agonizing pain he will be in if we didn’t do this. This wasn’t an…EASY decision ya know…..

Misses Newell: OH…I…KNOW……..My husband and I had to dispose of two of our own that were in diapers 24/7! We even had to dispose of one in diapers whose mom died and the state wouldn’t take him and no one else wanted. Believe me…My husband and I……BOTH know how it is.

Patricia: Here is the money order for $1200 and some special written instructions. Your husband said that he would dispose of Devon and all of this things for that. Now….everything, including all of his clothing, onesies, cloth diapers, plastic and rubber pants, all of his bedding and sheets, and these

eight large, brown cardboard boxes of his clean disposable diapers, two diaper bags, four large black trash bags and Devon’s adult disability pushchair/stroller. Two of the trash bags have Devon’s cloth diapers and rubber and plastic pants in them. I tried to wash most of the wet cloth diapers before we brought him over here but, there were about two dozen cloth diapers left that had been wet and had dried out before I could wash them. I just threw the formerly wet ones in the bag with the clean and washed cloth diapers. I figured that it wouldn’t matter anyhow since everything was….being disposed of.  Well, I have to get to work. Thank you SO much for doing this…..

Misses Newell: Yea…NO problem….It will be our pleasure.

Patricia: (Going over to Devon and giving him ONE final kiss good-bye) OK baby, Mommy has to go now…..be good for Misses Newell and don’t give her any…problems…now…you let her change your diapers…OK? Don’t make ANY fusses about it…OK? Good boy….bye-bye baby.

Patricia wipes a tear from each eye as she rises back up to a standing position and then heads to the front door to leave. Patricia takes one last look at Devon who is engrossed in play, before she waves to misses Newell and then leaves.

Misses Newell starts to take the eight brown cardboard boxes of Devon’s disposable diapers out to the back porch then she takes the four large black trash bags outside to the porch where they put their trash until it can be disposed of and then misses Newell puts Devon’s stroller outside on top of one of the eight brown cardboard boxes before closing the sliding glass porch door and locking it. Then she went over to Devon’s two diaper bags and brought them over to the area where she kept the diaper bags so that she could change Devon’s diapers when he needed it.

Misses Newell: Devon sweetie, you look like you need your diaper changed. Can you come over here so I can check to see if you need your diaper changed?

Devon: OK……

Devon toddles over to misses Newell and then misses Newell feels the inside of Devon’s disposable diaper that has four, thick booster pads/diaper doublers inside and four thick and mostly wet cloth diapers in layers underneath. Indeed Devon’s diaper was very wet and in need of changing. Devon wore small-sized Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diapers with four medium-sized booster pads inside and four thick cloth diapers in layers underneath.

These diapers were already thick as it is and the diapers had a plastic backing that crinkled loudly when Devon walked or moved. Devon used the overnights at night and the First-Quality youth diapers with booster pads or even cloth pre-fold diapers inside used as extra absorbency, by his former parents.

Misses Newell: Devon, it’s time to change your diaper sweetie, can you…lay down for me….right there on the carpet would be fine……there…good….boy…..now let me go get your diaper bags…stay right….there…OK hun? Honey, I am NOT going to touch those cloth diapers you have on….Your mom told me to just sit you into the toilet water and then let you soak in there for a little while before I have to flush the toilet a few times so that your cloth diapers get rinsed. She has one of the towels that she uses to dry off your cloth diapers after that…..and she then told me to go ahead and just put a clean disposable diaper over your cloth diapers.

Misses Newell goes and retrieves Devon’s two diaper bags and then comes back over to where Devon is laying and then she sits down with her legs out in front of her so that she can start Devon’s diaper change.

Devon: Miss Newell? How come my mom brought all of my stuff here? Am I staying here with you guys for a long time?

Misses Newell: Well, kind of, You will be here until my husband and I dispose of you and all of your things.

Devon: What does….dispose of…..mean?

Misses Newell: It means….to throw something away or get rid of something….like you and your diapers….hon. Did your mom tell you that she was throwing you, your diapers and things away?

Devon: No….miss Newell, she didn’t. Does that mean that you are going to throw ME….away and get rid of me?

Misses Newell: Yes, I am…..afraid it does baby. Your mom told me that you only have 1 year left to live and that they weren’t able to take care of you any longer and….that they didn’t want you to suffer the pain that you will go through near the end of your life. So she brought you and all of your things over here so that we could throw you away or put you into our burn barrel….but one way or the other….you WILL be getting disposed of.

I am SOOOO sorry that it had to be this way, but…..your mom and dad paid us money to make sure that you got thrown away.

Devon: Can I choose what diapers I want to wear for my disposal????

Misses Newell: Yes, baby, you…can. Since you have so many clean diapers that I want to use up, I will be changing you every half hour wet or not.

Devon: What will you do….with the diapers you take off me? They won’t be wet barely…..won’t you leave them on me?

Misses Newell: NO, baby, I am going to throw the diapers away after I change you each time. Wet…or not. They will be trash, along with your onesies and anything you are wearing too, at each change.

Devon: You mean…..that when you change my diapers, you are going to take off my onesie and throw it away too?

Misses Newell: Yes baby….because you won’t be needing it any more.

Devon: Where will I go after my last diaper change?

Misses Newell: You will go into the trash with your diaper that I take off of you. Sorry, but that is the way it has to be.

Devon: Could I get six or eight layered cloth pre-fold diapers inside my thick disposable diaper for my last diaper?

Misses Newell: I….suppose…..since it won’t matter what you have on after I throw you and everything away.  Usually, I don’t use cloth diapers…..I don’t like them! They are icky and gross….but…since you will be going into our trash right after your last diaper change, it won’t really matter.

Devon: When will you throw my stuff and I away???

Misses Newell: Something after my husband gets home.

Devon: How long is that from now?

Misses Newell: You have about….(Looking at her cellphone) 7 and a half hours left.

Don’t worry baby, I will tell you when it’s time for disposal and your last diaper change.

Devon: Will there be more wet and dirty diapers being tossed into the trash I am in once I am in there?

Misses Newell: Yes baby, there will.

Devon: How long will I be IN the trash?

Misses Newell: Until the can gets full baby.

Devon: About how long will that be?

Misses Newell: However long it takes to fill that can up. Then you and the diapers will go out to our daycare trash outside for another few days until that is full.

Devon: What will happen to me while I am in the trash? If I am wearing a onesie, will it get ripped or torn?

Misses Newell: Maybe….sometimes, if my husband or I need a piece of rag material, we will sometimes go to the trash can to take what we can use.

Devon: But, how come it has to be my onesie?

Misses Newell: Because, you will be trash baby. We don’t care about the trash. Once you are in my trash, we won’t care what happens to you or to anything in the trash can.

Devon: What if……I were laying in the trash and you threw a wet diaper in and it wasn’t rolled up. Would you put it on my face, chest or over any part of my body?

Misses Newell: I will put the diapers in anywhere there is room baby…even if……it was over your head and face. OK….now, I am done changing you for the next half hour. How about….you go play with those cars in the toy box over there?

Devon: Misses Newell? May I have one of my bottles full of Apple juice please?

Misses Newell: Yes baby, you may.

Misses Newell goes into one of Devon’s diaper bags and takes out one of his bottles and takes it to the kitchen and fills it with apple juice and then brings it to Devon.

Misses Newell hands Devon the bottle and then she goes and sits down on the couch.

Devon starts to go play with the cars and trucks in the toy box and as he plays, he wasn’t aware of the time and that a full half hour had passed. Misses Newell had JUST finished changing a wet diaper from one of the boys that she was taking care of and then she came over to Devon who was busy playing with the cars and trucks.

Misses Newell: OK Devon, it’s time for another diaper change…….are you wet yet? I need to check your diaper now. Can you put that car down for a little bit so I can check and change you now please?

Devon: Yes Misses Newell.

Devon puts the car he was playing with down and then misses Newell helps Devon up and then takes him over to have his diaper checked for wetness. Misses Newell reaches into Devon’s right leg elastics with two index and middle fingers on her right hand and then feels the diaper for signs of wetness.

Misses Newell: Well, you are…..a…LITTLE wet…time to change your diaper again baby.

Misses Newell then lays him down again and begins to take the tapes off, putting them back onto their sticking tabs as she goes. Once the tapes were unfastened, she pulled the front of the mostly dry disposable diaper down. Then Misses Newell reached over to Devon’s diaper bags and got the one with his disposable diapers and booster pads inside of it, she opened it and then took out one of Devon’s thick Northshore Care Supply Supreme overnight diapers and three booster pads. She then took out the bottle of baby powder and then she set the baby powder down on the floor next to the clean, and still folded disposable diaper. Then she pulled the slightly wet disposable diaper out from under Devon and then folded it over, in thirds, using the creases.

Devon: When will my last diaper change be?

Misses Newell: Oh…I suppose it will be around 5:00 or 6:00 pm when my husband gets home.

Devon: Can I pick the diapers that I will be wearing when I am thrown away?

Misses Newell: Yes hon, you may.

Devon: What if my onesie rips as you are taking me to be thrown away? Will you take it off or leave it on?

Misses Newell: Whichever you want baby….but….once you are in my trash can, I will not be taking anything off or putting anything on you. You will just stay in whatever you have on until your final disposal….ok?

Devon: Will you be putting my diapers and I into a trash bag and tying it closed when it’s time for my disposal?

Misses Newell: Yes hon, just like the rest of the trash.

Devon: Does the trash can I am going into….does it have a trash bag already in it?

Misses Newell: No baby, it does not. When it’s time for your disposal, my husband and I will put you and the diapers into the trash bags that we triple up on, and then once the bag is full, my husband or I will be tying it closed.

Devon: What will happen….next?

Misses Newell: My husband I will drag the bags out to his pickup truck and he will take everything to a dumpster and toss it in RIGHT before he comes and takes it away on his trash route with his trash truck.

Devon: But, But, BUT…..I don’t WANNA be…..trash miss Newell! Can I….just…stay HERE?

Misses Newell: NO, I am afraid you can’t baby. We already have too many in diapers as it is. We can’t afford to take care of you and keep you in all of those expensive, thick disposable diapers you wear and I do not like cloth diapers either. So you HAVE to be thrown away when it becomes bedtime.

Devon: So….I am going to sleep in the trash can with all of the diapers?

Misses Newell: Yes, you are.

Devon: What if…..I want to….play with the diapers in the trash can?

Misses Newell: I don’t care what….you do in there…..

Misses Newell takes the disposable diaper off and then she takes Devon’s right hand and helps him to a standing position. Then she begins to walk Devon over to the bathroom where she leads Devon and his almost soaking wet cloth diapers over to the toilet before she flips both lids up and then turns Devon around so he has to sit down into the water inside the toilet bowl.

Devon: HEY! Why are you making me…SIT into this…cold water like this?

Misses Newell: WELL, since I won’t touch your wet, icky, gross cloth diapers, your mom suggested that I sit you into the toilet bowl so that your cloth diapers can soak for a bit before I flush a few times to rinse your cloth diapers out.

Devon: How long will I have to be…in here like this????

Misses Newell: Oh…not too long…about 15 minutes….or more.

Devon: But…it’s COLD! It’s making my diapers all…wet!

Devon is held in the bowl by misses Newell for the fifteen minutes before misses Newell gets up from sitting at the edge of the bathtub and then she looks down at Devon’s diapers and sees that they are semi whiter than they were when he went in.

She then leans forward a bit.

Devon: HEY! What are you doing?

Misses Newell: (Looking back down at Devon) I am flushing the toilet so your diapers get all nice and rinsed out.

Misses Newell flushes the toilet as Devon sits in the bowl. The toilet water rises up to his tummy and then it goes down the drain and then refills the bowl. Once the bowl is full and the water stops running, misses Newell flushes the toilet again.

She does this two more times before letting Devon up and out of the bowl. She then takes Devon’s towel and then starts to dry his diapers and him off. She then takes some baby wipes and starts to wipe him down well with them.

Devon: Miss Newell?

Misses Newell: Yes…baby…..

Devon: Are YOU going to……take these cloth diapers off of me and put me into disposable diapers?

Misses Newell: Would you…like me to? I…JUST rinsed them out for you so you could still wear them…..I am going to try to dry them off as much as I can before I get you into your disposable diaper, but I am Not going to take these icky, yucky diapers off of you. You are just…..going to have to stay in these.

Devon: OOOOOH! I want my cloth diapers off!

Misses Newell: Sorry Devon, you are staying in them. Your cloth diapers are as dry as they will be for the time being. Let’s go out and get you into a…NICE…THICK…COMFY disposable diaper….shall we hon?

Misses Newell takes Devon by his right hand in her left and leads him out of the bathroom and back into the living room where she left Devon’s folded, clean Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diapers, booster pads, baby powder on the carpet near the couch.

Misses Newell: OK Devon, lay down for me….OK? Let me get this….very, thick, bulky, very comfy looking disposable diaper on you…..OK….legs up…that-a-boy……

Misses Newell opens the thick, bulky, Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diaper and then she takes the adhesive strips off the back of the three, large-sized booster pads and then she layers them into the diaper starting in the very center of the diaper and then she adds the second on in, getting the edge of the booster pad even with the edge of the diaper padding in the back end of the diaper, at the waistband before she did the same to the front end of the diaper. Then misses Newell slid the diaper underneath Devon with his legs up then she put his legs back down. Then, misses Newell grabbed the baby powder bottle and then twisted the cap open before shaking a LOT of baby powder into Devon’s diaper.

Misses Newell: Now…THIS ought to make you feel MUCH more comfy in that…THICK, bulky disposable diaper of yours……

Devon: Will your husband care what I am wearing when he comes to take me away?

Misses Newell: No baby…he won’t care. Once you are trash, no one will care what you look like, what you have on, or the condition of what you have on.

Then, misses Newell pulled the front of the disposable diaper up and over the semi damp layered cloth diapers and then she began to fasten the tapes. Misses Newell then flips Devon’s onesie down not buttoning it. Then misses Newell helped Devon back up to his feet.

Misses Newell: OK baby, you can go back to playing with the cars and trucks now until it’s time to change your diaper again in another hour…OK?

Devon goes and plays with the cars and trucks for the next half hour. Then Devon finds some roads printed on a carpet board and drags it out to continue playing with the cars and trucks on.

For the next half hour, Devon is unaware that it is time once again for his next diaper change. Misses Newell comes over and taps Devon on his right shoulder;

Misses Newell: Hey….Devon sweetie, it’s…time to change your diaper again.

Devon: Whaaaat? A…gain? I don’t think I am even….wet miss Newell.

Misses Newell: come on over and let me see…OK baby?

Devon: OHHHHH KKKKKK  (Devon agrees reluctantly)

Devon reluctantly gets up and then toddles over to Misses Newell who flips up the flaps of Devon’s onesie as she inserts her fingers into his right leg elastics and feels the diapers for signs of wetness. Noting that his diaper feels a tad damp, possibly from the moisture from his damp cloth diapers, she elects to change his diaper anyhow.

Misses Newell:  OK Devon, lay down for me OK? Now that-a-boy……I am going to make you all…nice and comfy….you would like that huh? HUH baby?

Devon: Yes…miss Newell.

Misses Newell unfastens the tapes holding Devon’s diaper on and then she pulls the slightly damp diaper back down and then she pulls it out from underneath Devon.

Seeing that Devon was right, he wasn’t wet yet, Misses Newell reaches into Devon’s diaper bag and finds that there are no more diapers in the diaper bag. So misses Newell gets up and goes over to the brown cardboard boxes that his mother had brought and opens one. She sees the four packs of clean diapers inside. She takes one of the packs of 15 diapers out and then brings it over to where Devon is patiently laying and then she squats down and then sets the pack of diapers on her lap. AS she opens the pack, she looks over at Devon and sees that he is intently watching her.

Misses Newell: Don’t worry baby, any of these diapers that are not used, will be thrown away anyhow so it is best that I open this pack and use up as many…..as we possibly can before it’s time for your…disposal.

Devon: You mean……that any of the diapers that are not used on me…..are going to be….thrown away? But….they….are…clean still!

Misses Newell: Well, we won’t have any use for them and neither will you, so….they will be trash. I think we will use at least six or seven more diapers before it will be time for your disposal….maybe…even eight more.

Devon: What about everything in my diaper bags and my diaper bags? Will THEY…be thrown away too?

Misses Newell: Yes hon, your diaper bags and everything in them will be….disposed of, even if the diapers are still clean or not. It WILL….NOT…MATTER…..sweetie.

Misses Newell takes a bunch of the diapers out of the package and puts what she takes out onto the floor so that she can take one and open it. Then she reaches into the second diaper bag and then takes out four booster pads and then she reaches over to the first diaper bag for the first of three large bottles of baby powder. The one she grabbed is now only half full as she has used a lot of the powder in the recent diaper changes.

Devon: How come….you use so much…of that in my diapers????

Misses Newell: I want to try to use it up too….I don’t like wasting things baby….

But since you and your diapers will be turned into energy, I want to make sure that what we have to waste, is used up as much as possible.

Devon: What is…going to happen to me once I am taken away with the trash?

Misses Newell: Well, from what I understand, when you get to the waste-to-energy plant, the place where all of the trash goes to be turned into this “energy”, my husband will dump the trash out of his….trash truck and then…at some point, they will load you and the trash into some kind of incinerator or boiler and that…will turn you into steam that runs turbines that make electric power for homes and businesses like MY home.

Devon: They are going to…burn…me?

Misses Newell: Yes hon, they have to in order to change you and your diapers into electricity. It’s going to be….quite the….STEAMY….situation for you baby.

Devon: I…don’t WANNA be…burned!

Misses Newell: I’m sorry baby…it’s the way things HAVE to be! You don’t have….a choice! Your mother paid my husband and I to throw you away and make sure that you and everything she brought also got sent there to the waste-to-energy plant for final disposal and we ARE going to do that, no matter what!

Devon: NO….matter…what??????

Misses Newell: Yes baby….NO….matter…what!

Devon: What about my….brother???

Misses Newell: Him? Oh…your mother is going to drop him off tomorrow for us to also throw away. He will be coming with all of his…diapers and clothing like…YOU did.

Devon: Are you….going to do the same thing….with…him that you are doing to me?

Misses Newell: I might…but I will have to do…what we are paid to do with him once your mom drops him off. Your mom may have different instructions for your brother. By then, you will already be in the dumpster waiting for the trash truck to come take you and your diapers away baby.

 More to cum soon……….

 

 

Thrown Away-The Trash Route -Chapter Two

Thrown Away-The Trash Route

Chapter Two

ThaThunderStorm’s usual route had several large malls, restaurants and lots of industrial businesses, including a disposable diaper factory, three cloth diaper services,

Four daycares, two schools for the disabled, and three adult daycares.

ALL of these places have had regular disposals of disabled and people that were dying and were no longer “useful” to society. Since society has passed End-of-Life-Options Bills country-wide, it was now perfectly legal to literally dispose of people in the trash. 

Tanya, Adam, Jake, Chris, Danny, Andy were all destined to be disposed of this week.

Tanya, was a petite, 5’3 midget that was property of the diaper factory. They used her to test and wear their diapers that they made before anyone else ever got to.

Adam, a tall, medium built, 5 foot 9 inch tall disabled man was taken to a mall and abandoned there in his disability stroller along with one whole case worth of his diapers, all of his onesie bodysuits and footed sleepers, and two of his diaper bags, all of his 140 gallons worth of his loose cloth diapers too. 

Chris, was the son of one of the first diaper service owners that they no longer wanted….and the services uses him as a model on their TV ads as well as he gets to use the diapers from the service while there at the service.

Danny, was left abandoned at the daycare his mom takes him to and since they can’t take him, the state said to just throw him in the trash along with all of the stuff that came with him.

It was Monday May 13, 2019 and ThaThunderStorm was just getting to the yard and getting ready to do the systems check on his own personal front-end loader trash truck.

ThaThunderStorm had got a large sum of money which he used to start his own trash company. He bought five used trash trucks. Two front-end loaders, two rear loaders and two Lodal Evo semi-automated side-loader trash trucks. The Lodal trash trucks were mostly residential trash and recycling trucks. One of the front-end loader trucks had a curroto can attached to it while the other, that HE drove, was used with dumpsters.

It was now 4:30 am and ThaThunderStorm got into the cab of his trash truck, and put it into drive. He then pulled out of the yard and started driving over to his first stop of the day. The first stop of the day was a Church. ThaThunderStorm pulls up to the dumpster and his lights shown on one of the janitors still emptying one of the trash tilt trucks that had a lot of diapers from the nursery and a thickly diapered blonde-haired boyish man laying in the cart, seemingly fast asleep. The Janitor had JUST tossed four white force-flex bags of diapers into the dumpster already and was just about to pick the heavy and very thickly diapered man up and toss him into the dumpster. Before the janitor could try to lift the heavy and thickly diapered man, ThaThunderStorm had got out of the cab of his truck and walked over to help get everything loaded into the dumpster.

ThaThunderStorm: Need some help with that? Let me help you with all that. 

Janitor: Thanks man,  they sure are throwing a lot if nice and still useful things away this week. This poor, thickly diapered man was left at Sunday school and abandoned by his parents. Normally we take care of these types of people but when the church went to file for assistance,  the state ordered us to throw him and all of his diapers away.  

ThaThunderStorm: It's a shame to have to throw them away like this.

ThaThunderStorm and the janitor each grabbed an end of the short,  thickly diapered man and then they picked him up and tossed him into the dumpster on top of the trash bags full of his wet and clean diapers. 

Short Diapered man: WAIT! Wait! Don't! Let go of me! I don't wanna go in there! It's dirty and stinky in there! 

Janitor: One,  two.... Threeeee!! 

Too bad son,  you are trash now! You belong to this super cool trash man now.  

Short Diapered man: what is going to happen to my diapers and I Mr trash man?

ThaThunderstorm: Once I fork this dumpster,  it's  being dumped into my truck and then I'll pack ya and the load.  First,  I run a half-pack cycle or two before I run a hard pack cycle. Then it is off to my next stop.

The last of the trash bags full of trash and diapers was tossed into the dumpster and the janitor turned and shook ThaThunderStorm's hand to thank him for his help.  

Janitor: (Shaking ThaThunderStorm's hand)  Thank you for all your help.  Have a wonderful week. 

ThaThunderStorm: Thank you sir,  same to you.  

Then ThaThunderstorm got back into his truck and started it again, then he strapped himself in with the seatbelt and then lowered the forks as he pulled forward, skillfully and easily inserting the forks. As the thickly diapered blonde haired man peered fearfully over the front edge of the dumpster, ThaThunderStorm picked the dumpster up, and watched as it rose into the air,  tipping slowly to the side until it was over the hopper.  Then the dumpster tipped over, spilling all of the trash and the thickly diapered man 

into the hopper. ThaThunderStorm  then banged the can twice to be sure all if the trash was emptied before lowering the dumpster back down. Meanwhile,  inside the hopper, the thickly diapered man was nearly pinned underneath the large loads of heavy bags of diapers and trash. As ThaThunderstorm began to back away from the empty dumpster, retracting the forks and raising them back up, he hit the compactor cycle button. The compactor began to quickly advance onto the large load with the thickly diapered man underneath and then as ThaThunderStorm began to leave the church parking lot,  the first half pack cycle had just finished and the second half-pack cycle was just beginning. 

ThaThunderstorm then drove the few blocks to a large apartment complex which had over 8 large dumpsters that were always full on trash day.  Today was no exception. As ThaThunderstorm pulled into the parking lot,  heading towards the first dumpster,  he lowered the forks and then slowed to a creep as he inserted the forks. Then,  he picked the full dumpster up,  and as it rose overhead, it tipped to the side until it was over the hopper.  Then the dumpster tipped over,  spilling  the trash into the hopper. ThaThunderStorm  banged the dumpster once before lowering it back to the ground. He then backed up and withdrew the forks. Once the forks were out,  he retracted and then raised them up again until he reached the second dumpster. As ThaThunderstorm drove to the second dumpster, he wondered how much trash was going to be in this dumpster this week since this dumpster was always a little overfilled each week.  

As ThaThunderstorm approached the dumpster,  he lowered the arms and the forks. Then he slowed to a creep as he slid the forks into the slots on each side of the dumpster. The lids were flipped back and he could clearly see everything inside the dumpster. Laying inside the dumpster was a really, really thickly diapered man with dark brown hair,  wearing a thick,  bulky, white disposable diaper. He was laying on a large pile of loose and folded over wet thick,  disposable white diapers,  presumably  his, along with an equally large pile of  loose, cloth pre-fold diapers. ThaThunderstorm began to raise the dumpster and as the dumpster rose,  the thickly diapered man inside,  along with the piles of his diapers and the regular trash below that,  vegan to shift and lay onto the front side of the dumpster.  The dumpster reached the hopper and then everything began to fall out and land on top of the trash from the first dumpster which had not been compacted yet.  

The man,  fell onto the trash bags below and then bounced and then tumbled a bit as his packs if unopened disposable diapers,  his loose folded over, wet disposable diapers and all of his cloth diapers covered him from head to toe.  As the rest of the remaining trash fell in and on top of the man and his diapers,  it made it impossible for the man to move.  Then as the dumpster went back down,  the compactor started.  First, a half-pack cycle began, then,  another half-pack cycle began to crush the thickly diapered man against some of his folded over and wet disposable diapers as six of the unopened packs of his diapers burst open against him as the loose cloth diapers began to also crush against the man's back end and his thick diaper.  Then, came the hard-pack cycle! This nearly made the man's thick diaper burst near the leg elastics, near his butt at his right leg! The man grunted as the compactor pressed all of the trash into the other trash already inside. 

Then, the compactor blade retracted and stayed there until the next load was dumped at the next stop. 

ThaThunderStorm drove the 4 miles to the next stop, a gas station. 

As usual, ThaThunderStorm pulled into the area, then drove past a bunch of vehicles until he was able to drive over to the dumpster. As he approached, he lowered the arms and then the forks. Then he slid the forks in and then backed up a tad as he began to raise the dumpster into the air. The dumpster rose into the air and tipped up-side-down spilling the trashy contents into the hopper. Then, the dumpster went back down. Then the compactor blade began to advance onto the load of trash which was about to be crushed against all of the other trash, loose diapers and the diapered man. 

ThaThunderStorm then backed up and then drove to the next stop. It was a mall. The janitor was still outside, emptying a large and overflowing tilt truck cart full of trash bags and loose diapers as ThaThunderStorm pulled close to the dumpster with the forks down, ready to fork the load in the dumpster once the janitor was done. 

More to cum soon...Work in progress.

(ThaThunderStorm and I are working together on this story....wait until it is complete....)