The Riyadh Landfill-Crowned-Prince's Ordered Disposal

The Riyadh Landfill-Crowned Prince's Ordered Disposal 

It was a warm April day in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed arrived at the airport and was immediately greeted by the Saudi Royal Guards. The Guards made Prince Adam go with them after all of his luggage was retrieved. Prince Adam had two entire suitcases full of his medically necessary adult diapers from Northshore Care Supply, as well as three packs of the thick booster pads that go inside for extra absorbency. The Saudi Royal Guards took Prince Adam and all of this luggage to the Saudi Royal Embassy to conduct a mild interrogation. While Prince Adam sat in the Interrogation room, Guards rummaged through all of his suitcases. Finding only diapers, booster pads and clothing, one of the guards brought the suitcases into the room.

Saudi Royal Guard: ما هي حفاضات ومنصات .... .... .... صاحبة السمو الملكي؟  أنت ..... تبلل نفسك مثل طفل صغير؟

Interpreter: The guard said; "What are the Diapers and pads for....your....royal highness? You.....wet yourself like a little baby?"

Prince Adam: Yes.....His Royal Highness DOES! My American mother's side of the family has many, many health problems and this is one of them. It's cause stems from Central and peripheral neurological damage. Tell the guard that!

Interpreter to Saudi Royal Guard: قال ، نعم ..... صاحب السمو الملكي يفعل!  يعاني جانب والدتي الأمريكية من العديد من المشكلات الصحية ، وهذه واحدة منها.  انها سبب ينبع من الضرر العصبي المركزي والمحيطي.


Royal Guard: هل حقا؟  حسنا!  أخبر ...... صاحب ...... صاحب السمو الملكي ..... ..... لدينا ..... مكان مثالي له للبقاء أثناء وجوده هنا في المملكة العربية السعودية.

Interpreter: The guard says..... Really? Well! Tell ......his......royal......highness that.....we have.....a perfect place for him to stay while he is here in Saudi Arabia.

Prince Adam: .......and WHERE would that.....be?


Interpreter: وأين سيكون ذلك .....؟

Royal Guard: واحدة من مراكز الرعاية النهارية لدينا حتى يذهب إلى سلة المهملات مع بقية الحفاضات القذرة!  هو .... يشبه الطفل ... نعامله كطفل قذر!

Interpretor: The guard says: One of our daycares until you go to the trash along with the rest of the dirty diapers! You.... look like a baby......we treat you like a dirty baby!


Royal Guard: يا!  أنت .... مثل هذه الفكرة ..... هل أنت؟  حسنا!  لا أستطيع ..... رائحة ...... ..... ..... الإثارة الخاصة بك!  لن نضيع وقتنا بعد الآن ..... هيا بنا .... وأشياءك .... إلى مراكز الرعاية النهارية المختارة ...... قف ...... أنا ...  .سعيد ..... قف ..... آه ..... هل تجرؤ على أن تكون وقحاً بالنسبة لي؟

Interpretor: Um, the Guards said: OH! you....LIKE that idea.....DO you? Well! I can.....NEARLY......SMELL.....your.....excitement! We shall not waste anymore of our time.....let's get you....and your....things over to the selected daycares......stand up......I....SAID.....stand UP.....AH.....dare you be insolent to me?

Prince Adam: You....ARE....aware of....WHOM I am.....and MY rank?

Interpretor: أنت .... هل .... على علم .... من أنا ..... ورتبتي؟

The Interpretor and the Royal Guard exchange a fury of banter as Adam is led out to a waiting black Sprinter van where he and his things are put in before guards sat on each side of him. The sliding door closed and then the van began to move. It stopped then was on the move again. It slowed a few times, honking at someone here and there before it turned left and went along a bumpy road before stopping. The side door slid open and the Guards forced Adam and his things out.

Interpreter: The Guards say that there are four women there, whom will be taking care of you until the orders to get rid of you come. You are to obey their every command! If they tell you to do something, you do it! They have orders to smack you if you do not. 

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The Diaper Shredder

It was Monday morning when Jay was awoken by his mother to change his wet disposable diaper. Mom came in with a nice, fresh, crinkly youth sized Crinklz diaper with three very thick booster pads inside, a bottle of baby powder and a container of wipes. This was a usual routine at 6:30 am every morning, though Jay sensed something was inherently different.

Jay: Mom?

Jay's Mom; Karen: Yes baby?

Jay: What is....today?

Karen: Today is.......Monday. Today.....we have to take you to a diaper recycling plant. They.....will be......taking care of you and.....all of your diapers.

Jay: (propping himself up on his elbows) Wait! What?

Karen: We are taking all of your....wet and messy diapers as well as all of the 10 cases of the leftover, unopened diapers that you've been prescribed, and you and your diapers.....are being left at the.....diaper recycling plant. They will shred you and your diapers.

https://www.knowaste.com/recycling-process/

Karen completed Jay's diaper change and then took his soaked morning diaper to the diaper pail that was nearly full and dropped it in....without rolling it up.
Karen then went over to Jay and brought him out of his crib and over to his double stroller to wait till Karen, his mom, changed his twin brother's diaper.

Jay: Mommy?

Karen: Yes?

Jay: Is.....my .....brother also being left at this place like I am?

Karen: Yes.....he is. As soon as I get his diaper changed, he too will join you.

Karen went to Shay's crib to change his diaper. He was wearing a thick Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diaper that was soaked from the crotch to the back elastics! Karen used the baby wipes to clean him up, tossing the used wipes into the open diaper padding.

Shay: Mommy.....mommy......where is Jay going?

Karen: Well, you and your.....brother over there.....are going to a special place today.

Shay: No.....daycare?

Karen: No.....afraid not. In fact.....you.....and your.....brother won't need to go to.....daycare.....ANY.....more.

Shay: What......is this....place?

Karen: It's where they recycle disposable diapers and the occasional diapered boy and girl.....see.....THEY......take "Biological waste inside disposable diapers".......since....the both of you......are "inside disposable diapers" and.......you are both classified as "Biological" .......it seems that this diaper recycling plant ......is allowed to accept you.

Shay: Are.....we....getting diaper changes after this?

Karen: Most likely not. Once you and your brother are at the diaper recycling plant, you and your diapers.....as well as what is leftover, all belong to the plant. They... don't change diapers......they....like to....wash them, shred them then turn the plastics into other stuff......while...what was in the diapers.....gets burned as fuel to power the plant.

Shay: NOOOO! Mommy!!!! Please......I....will do...anything to not be thrown away!

Karen: I am sorry.....your father and I....signed a contract with the plant. They told us that.....you and your diapers belong to them now. We have NO choice!

Karen finishes Shay's diaper change then puts him into the front seat of the double stroller. Then, Karen puts the packs of diapers belonging to each boy underneath the seats, sliding them along the tray before hanging both diaper bags on each side of the handle....one on the left.....one on the right, before and checking to make sure all the left-over unopened packs of diapers were packed and ready to go to the diaper recycling plant with all of the six full yellow bags of their wet and messy diapers, sitting on the back porch waiting to be picked up in a truck sent by the plant. Karen....was taking the boys with her to go see a friend whom lived down the road about 2.6 miles from where they lived.

Jay: Mommy?

Karen: Yes....baby.....

Jay: When are my brother and I going to be .....

Karen: ....Recycled? OH.......sometime today.....tomorrow the.....nice diaper recycling truck comes to take you, your brother and all your clean and dirty disposable diapers to the nice.....diaper recycling plant called Knowaste.

Jay: Why...are we going to be...we...cycled???? 

Karen: Because....That is what we do with the dirty diapers and to those whom we no longer want. I am taking you both over to my friend whom asked if they could use you both for some kind of testing.....before you both went to the recycling plant. 

Karen pushed the two boys and their diaper bags to the friend's house where the friend took the stroller with both boys still inside, to a facility 7 miles away. The man then brought the boys in the stroller over to the first testing station and then he bent over, unbuckled Jay in front, then picked him up and then laid him down on the exam table with restraint straps. He then strapped Jay down and then left him there with his onesie unsnapped in the crotch and the flaps flipped up and slightly rolled up to reveal the diaper. 

Then the man rolled the stroller down a short hall to a room with some special crib-like beds were and he opened one and then came over to the stroller, lifted Shay out and then put him down inside before closing the crib-like bed and then lowering the locking top. 

Shay: Are...YOU going to leave me in here? 

Man: Yes! I....am! You will be in there until the test stations need you. 

The man then goes over to a pile of old cloth diapers and onesies and begins preparing some of them for use on the boys. Once the man folds the old cloth diapers and 3 onesies each, he then brings them over and leaves a dozen cloth diapers at each changing station and 3 old onesies next to the diapers. Then, the man goes down a short hall and into a large walk-in closet full of the test diapers and grabs a box of the first test diapers and then a couple bags of the other brand of test diapers. 

He then brings one of the boxes over to the changing station where Jay is and he puts the box underneath the changer before putting a bag of the other test diapers next to the box. 

Then the man walks away and leaves Jay laying on the changing table, waiting till someone came to change his diaper or do....what it was that they were going to do. 

A nurse comes in and over to Jay on the changing table and begins to peel the tapes back, unfastening the diaper and pulling the front down before folding it over, slightly scrunching it up as she lifted Jay as she pulled it out from under him. She then put the diaper onto Jay's chest while she pulled 2 pre-fold cloth diapers out of a bin that was next to the changer. She began to fold the 2 cloth pre-fold diapers like two wing-fold disposable diapers before pulling the fronts up and fastening them both with a snappie. Then, the nurse left for a bit and then she returned with two others, a woman in a white lab coat with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing black rimmed glasses and an older man wearing a white lab coat with a tag clipped to the pocket. 

Man in white lab coat: OK......we have a nicely diapered test subject here.....I want to test the beakers full of that toilet bowl cleaner on him first.....hand me...the beaker marked "Beaker 1" please. 

The nurse hands the man the tall glass beaker with the toilet bowl cleaner in it. He takes a minute to put some onto Jack's tummy to see if his skin reacts. 

Man in white lab coat: OK....put in the log, at 2:15 pm, no immediate reaction. 

I am going to leave this stuff on him for a bit to see if there are any.....delayed reactions. 

Now.....hand me....beaker 2...would you please????

The nurse hands the man in the white lab coat Beaker number 2 with some thick laundry detergent in it. The man pours some onto Jack's thighs and then with his rubber-gloved hands, the man spreads the thick liquid all over his thighs. Jack's skin begins to react immediately to the potent and very concentrated laundry detergent with lots of little reddening bombs which look like chicken pox. 

Man in white lab coat: Enter into the log, that at 2:23 pm, subject's skin on both his right and left thighs reacted immediately with hives as big as chicken pox. Ok....hand me.....beaker 3 please.....thank....you.

The nurse hands the man in the white coat the Beaker marked Beaker 3 as the dark-haired woman goes to get some new and unreleased cosmetics and removal chemicals. 

The man in the white coat pours a little of the clear cleaning fluid onto Jack's chest and then smears it around as some runs down his shoulders. Jack's skin slightly reddens as the cleaner chemicals react with his skin oils. 

Jack protests loudly though no one seems to care during the tests.... 

Jack: Ouch! Oooouch! My chest is burning!! It....HURTS!!! 

Man in white lab coat: OH.....suck it up! I am far from done with you! Next test....is some.....various new perfumes for diapers, cosmetic perfumes, cleaning chemical scents as well as some nice concentrated fabric softeners. We will test the fabric softeners on you and your diapers dry....and then while being washed.....so.....when I....am done with you, you....and....all the diapers and clothing used in the tests, will be thrown away in the trash. 🗑

After another hour of enduring the chemical tests, the dark-haired woman in the white lab coat with dark rimmed glasses with her long dark hair pulled back in a pony-tail, came over to begin testing her cosmetics on Jack. The woman saw that Jack's cloth diaper was very soaked and full of chemicals which a few have stained it. The woman asked the nurse to change the boy's diaper and put him into another cloth diaper for the next set of tests. 

Jack: Miss? Miss? Is my.....diaper getting changed? Where am I going next? 

Lady in the white lab-coat: You....are going to go test some pool chemicals. You are being dipped and soaked in pool chemicals to see how they effect the fabric of your diaper and....how they effect you! You're getting nice....and wet! 

Jack: Noooo! Please! Will it...hurt my sores I already have? 

Lady In White Lab Coat: May.....be.....we shall see....won't we? Ready? Come with me.....little one.....

The lady in the white lab coat guides Jack down a hall to a grey metal door with a window in it and they both walk through. Jack is guided over to a warm pool of water that was just freshly shocked with chlorine and a few other pool chemicals. Jack was then hoisted up and into the warm water and sat into a seat that has leg-holes, much like a highchair where he was locked in. 

Lady in the white Lab coat: OK.....let the test subject down into the 103 degree water easy......(seat begins to lower further into the water up to Jack's head) OK....stop......now.....pull it back up and then back down in four......quick up and then down motions before putting it back to the loading position for me.......

The seat does a dipping motion twice before going back to the starting position. Then the woman in the white coat instructed the care assistant whom loaded Jack into the seat to check Jack's diaper and see if it is falling apart. The assistant pulls Jack out of the plastic seat and lays him down on the side of the hot pool. She uses her hands to squish Jack's diaper a lot and the inner fluff begins to push it's way out of the slightly unsealed inner liner. 

The Nurse/Care Assistant: Yep! His.....diaper....is falling apart. Shall I take it off of him and give him another diaper? 

Lady in white Lab Coat: Yes.....by...all means.....please...do. Leave the soaked diaper there for now.....then load him back into the seat....and strap him back in. Phase....2 is about to begin. 

Jack: Wait....what.....is....phase....2??? 

Nurse/Care Assistant: OH.....phase 2.....means that you and your diapers are going to get dunked into some of the chemicals like our ....swiffer wet-jet cleaners and some.....scrubbing bubbles cleaner......then.....some hand sanitizers and then some detergents.......before.....you and the diapers will get placed with the nice.....cosmetic product testers.....whom can't wait to use you to test their cosmetics.....uh...huh.....then.....you and your diapers....WILL be sent to the nice diaper shredders before whatever is left.....goes to the compost or gets flushed down into the sewers. 

The Nurse/care assistant opened one of the packs of diapers and took out four Fitti diapers then began to take the soaked one off before sliding the heavily saturated diaper iver then opening the dry one and sliding it underneath Jack before pulling the front of the diaper up and fastening the tapes. 

Nurse/Care Assistant: Ok Jack.....time to go with the nice lady in the.......white lab-coat now.....she is going to bring you over to the Labs to be one of their test subjects. 

The woman in the lab-coat took Jack's left hand in her right hand and led him across the yard to a large lab building where she opened rhe back door, forced Jack in, followed by the Nurse/Care Assistant before leading him over to a room down near the center of a hall, then forcing Jack inside followed by the assistant. 

Woman in the lab-coat: Hi.....I have another test subject for you.......

Receptionist: Ah......good.....(Coming around from behind the desk to take Jack back to where they were going to test gim and his diapers.) Come.......with me.......

Jack: Miss? What.....is going to....happen to me here? 

Receptionist: You....are one of six test subjects that will have cosmetic chemicals, Dyes, Perfumes and powders tested on you. When....they are done with you.....you and any diapers, will get sent to be disposed of in our........diaper shredder. 

More to come soon........

The Waste-To-Energy-Plant ( Regular trash pick-up)

(Another Threaded Spin-Off of "Plan A The Waste-To-Energy-Plant (Continued 1 & 2)
A story about six cloth diapered trash that arrived at Misses Newell's daycare for disposal, wearing cloth diapers, plastic pants onesies and footed sleepers. What happens to each of the cloth diapered trash as they get disposed of and taken to the Waste-To-Energy Plant by the regular trash company.

It was 9:30 am on a semi cloudy Tuesday when Adam was brought to misses Newell's daycare along with all of the five 13 gallon force-flex trash bags full of his clean and formerly wet cloth diapers, two large addidas duffle bags full of his printed and non-printed plastic pants as well as two backpacks full of his white onesies, not to mention his stroller. Adam's caseworker filled out all the paperwork, paid misses Newell the $2,500 fee, added an additional $600 to put him into the solar diaper dryer before disposal. Misses Newell reluctantly agreed and then shook hands with Adam's caseworker before she left.
Misses Newell went over to Adam standing just inside the door along side all of his things as he looked around. Adam was wearing a stained up, slightly damp onesie bodysuit that was slightly ripped  just under the right-hand armpit seam, two thick and layered cloth diapers and a pair of Mickey mouse printed plastic pants.

Misses Newell: Well.....hi there hon......my name is Misses Newell. What is yours?

Adam: A.....dam......

Misses Newell: Welcome Adam.....do....you know why you are here?

Adam: No.....

Misses Newell: Well....sweetie......your.....caseworker....dropped you off here to be thrown away in the trash with all your diapers. My....daycare here.....doesn't deal with cloth diapers......because they are gross!
Know what I do with all of the cloth diapers, onesies and footed sleepers we get here?

Adam: No

Misses Newell: We throw them.....and boys and girls wearing them.......right......into the trash. That....is where you are going in a few minutes hon.

Adam: Do I get to have my diapers changed if they are wet?

Misses Newell: No sweetie.....I'm afraid not. You.....are just .....gonna have to stay in what you have on.

Adam: Hey! What......are......you doing? Why......are you taking my onesie off?

Misses Newell: Because hon, that is how we do things here. Besides......you will be a lot more comfy with it off. (Taking the onesie off and wadding it up) There.....that ought to be a lot cooler....

Adam: (after the onesie comes off) Do I....even get....a diaper....check?

Misses Newell: Nope. I....don't care...if your diapers are wet...or dry.....or what condition they are in....would....you like to be a good helper for me and carry a few of your .....cloth diapers to the toter for me hon?

Adam: (shrugging shoulders) .....sure.

As Adam was handed one of the white force-flex trash bags full of his formerly wet cloth diapers to carry, misses Newell grabbed one of the white force-flex trash bags with more of his formerly wet cloth diapers and then she grabbed Adam's left hand in her right firmly before she forcefully led him outside to the backyard where the four black 97 gallon toters where the regular trash was tossed.  Misses Newell lifted the lid of one toter that had with large black draw-string trash bags laying inside and then she remembered that everything had to be in bags. 

Misses Newell tossed both the bags into the toter then she grabbed Adam's left hand in her right, firmly and brought him back into the daycare and into a small hall closet where she kept the large black contractor trash bags.
She opened the closet door, reached up to grab and take out one of the trash bags.
She takes the new bag and closes the closet door. Then she brings Adam back to where the two remaining white force-flex trash bags were and then she drops Adam's hand so she can open the new, contractor trash bag. She gets it open and then....she looks Adam over, getting ready to put Adam and the remaining diapers into the bag.

Adam: (Looking at Misses Newell) Miss? Is.......that......bag.....for......me?

Misses Newell: Yes....hon.....it is. You and.....all your diapers will go in here with you too. Then....it will be time for disposal. Now....come lay down on your back or your belly....I don't care which...

Adam lays down onto his belly on the floor before misses Newell crouches down to begin working the bag over Adam's legs, cloth diapered waist, up past his belly and up to his neck. Then, once the bag was completely around Adam's body, misses Newell went over to the force-flex bags containing the remaining clean cloth diapers, and she opened each bag, then shoved, slung and tossed the cloth diapers into the bag with Adam inside.

Adam: Miss? Miss.... 

Misses Newell: Yes....sweetie?

Adam: When....are the....trash men coming?

Misses Newell: They.....will be here tomorrow between 11:00 am and 2:00 pm.

Adam begins to play with his cloth diapers getting a little horny. Misses Newell tries to overlook and ignore what Adam is doing as she finishes emptying the last of the cloth diapers into the bag. Then misses Newell opens the large backpack full of plastic pants and she begins hand flinging them a handful at a time into the bag. Adam likes the smells of the used plastic pants with his own scent of dried urnine on them.
As misses Newell empties the last of the onesies and Adam's footed sleepers into the bag, she pulls the black contractor trash bag's handles up and then she gets ready to drag the bag over to another 13 gallon trash can that has all the onesies and clothing from other diapered trash in it, waiting for disposal. Adam feels every bump as misses Newell drags the bag across the floor to the can.

Adam: Miss? Hey....miss?

Misses Newell: Yes hon?

Adam: How....many more cloth diapers will be going in here?

Misses Newell: If....you want....I could...empty the ones from the other two bags in the toter....otherwise, there are a few more to go in there, once the bag is full....I have to tie it shut.

Adam: But.....but.....but.....I....don't wanna be in here! How come I have to be thrown away like this without a diaper change?

Misses Newell: Well sweetie.....you...are here for disposal....and two.....I don't deal with cloth diapers! They are icky and gross! Third.....I...don't clean up trash.....I like to dispose of you in a wet diaper if at all possible.

Adam: Please.....please......don't throw me away.......Please.....PLEASE.......don't throw me away!

Misses Newell: Trash day is tomorrow hon....trash like you....doesn't get to pick when or where it gets thrown away! Sorry....hon....it's time.....for your disposal......

Adam tries to get out of the thick heavy trash bag but misses Newell prevents the feeble attempt.

Misses Newell: Now.....if you don't stay in the bag.....like regular trash does......I am going to have to tie this bag shut sooner!

Adam: OHHHH! Please....let me out....I....promise....I'll be good.....

Misses Newell: No hon.....you and your diapers are trash! Trash.....gets thrown away. Since.....I don't like or use cloth diapers here, anyone wearing them gets disposed of immediately. That....is just how we do things here sweetie.

Adam: Where will the trash men take me?

Misses Newell: They will take you and your cloth diapers to the landfill.

Adam: What do they do with my diapers and I?

Misses Newell: Well, they will dump you out onto the ground at the tip-face then at some point, a large front-end bucket loader will come, scoop you and the load up, then take it over to a large solid waste shredder and load everything onto the feeder belt. Then.....you get shredded up into tiny pieces before buried under 10 inches of solid dirt and clay!

Adam: Please! Please! Don't throw me away! Please! I...don't wanna go!

Misses Newell: Too bad! You are....no matter what! In fact.....the trash men are expecting you!

Misses Newell grabs the bag and drags it outside to the black trash toter where she tossed the bags of formerly wet cloth diapers. She flings the lid open and then takes the two white force-flex trash bags out and tears them open before emptying them both into the larger black trash bag.
Once she was done, she tossed the torn and empty trash bags inside the bag. Then misses Newell tosses Adam's diaper bags in, that still have clean, folded cloth diapers, onesies, a ziploc bag full of wipes, four baby bottles full of whole milk, two pacifiers and four pair of plastic pants inside.

Misses Newell: There.....your...diaper bags are in there with you....and they have some clean changes in them...and your bottles with milk still in them.
Now.....I have to tie the bag shut now.....it's....time for disposal I'm afraid.....

Adam: Miss? MISS? HEEEY! MISS!!!!! WAAAAAIT! NOT......YET! It's....getting HOT in here! PLLLLEASE! 

Misses Newell pulls the Handles up and tightly before tying them up in two knots. Then she grunts a little as she picks the now heavy bag up from underneath and heaves it into the toter. The bag falls in and comes to rest on it's side about half way down.

Then misses Newell flips the lid closed and walks back into the daycare. Misses Newell knew she was going to receive two more in cloth diapers in the next two weeks. One each week. She planned to dispose of each of them almost as soon as they got there too.
Around 6:00 pm, Daniel Newell comes home and misses Newell asks him to empty the large yet heavy 2 32 gallon cans full of cloth diapers into the larger 97 gallon toter. He sighs then goes and does it. After Daniel empties the 2 cans of loose, wet and clean cloth diapers, the toter is full. Daniel rolls it out to the front to the curb and leaves it there.
Inside the toter full of trash, Adam gets aroused in his wet cloth diapers.....the smells of his own urine which is full of pheromones, turn him on so much, he has to "take care" of the problem inside his cloth diaper and plastic pants.
Adam turns over and begins the process of taking......care of.....his.....arousal problem.....in the dark, smelly trash, laying on top of his cloth diapers with more waded up cloth diapers stuffed and crammed into the thick, black, crinkly trash bag, Adam "wet" his already nearly soaked cloth diaper a lot! Once he was done, he lay there......completely relaxed and nearly ready to pass out. Finally....he did.

It was morning now, Adam had fallen asleep and lost track of time. Before he knew what was happening......the loud sound of a large.....trash truck was heard by Adam inside the can nearby. He opened his eyes......blinked a few times.....sweating profusely, the holes torn in the sides of the bag when the bag was tossed into the toter, made some colder air draw into the bag......as Adam began to panic........as the sound of the truck pulling up in front of the toter he was in.....made him frantically wet his diaper a lot! As the can suddenly was jerked up into the air, he found the bag he was in, violently falling and then tumbling down and then coming to a rest on top of some other trash bags.
Then.....the sound of the engine racing and the sudden feeling of other bags and other stuff being crushed against the bag he was in and also himself......as the cloth diapers and plastic pants pressed against him and as a large wad of his formerly wet cloth diapers forced themselves between his legs, up his chest and into his face! The cloth diapers that were really soaked began to have the wetness squeezed out which trickled along the plastic of the bag and into Adam's cloth diapers through the waistband elastics of his plastic pants.

Another toter full of regular trash was emptied and the bagged trash fell down on top of the bag Adam was in as the compactor blade began to retract then cycle again. 

......more to come soon.......