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First of all, My name is Adam C. Lewis and I am an Adult Baby and Diaper Lover.

I have been in and out of diapers ever since I was five. Back then the disposable diapers were a lot thicker

and had either blue or pink waistbands. The Luvs brand diapers had the name of the brand embossed on them and elastic waistbands. Back then I could also fit into them. They only thing that was wrong with them is that they would bunch up when wet. the padding would fall apart and clump up in the middle.

These pictures of vintage Diapers are the exact brands and styles that I wore from the age of five until I was sixteen. Huggies had a style called Huggies, thicks whites that were just a thicker style of the Whites line. Those were purchased for me a lot of the time from 1986-to 1988. My stepmother changed me from 1986 to 1988.

Here is my story:

This entry is going to be about my life from 13 to 34. it will explain how I was put back into diapers. I have been in and out of diapers before this from the age of 5. The time that matters most is from thirteen on.

It was the summer of 1986, around June when My mother and my younger brother were getting ready to move out of our house and go to Portland Oregon after the house was sold.
my father and his girlfriend of one year were getting married that month and were going to go on their honeymoon. They needed to find a place that i could stay while they were away, so my stepmother called a friend of hers who had a 2 and a half year-old baby girl in diapers. She called her because she would be experienced in child rearing and might be tolerant of my bed wetting and pants wetting if it happened again.
The day that I was to go and stay with this lady friend of my stepmother’s, My stepmother packed y suitcases then took me over to her house and left me there in a hurry so that my dad and her would not be late for their plane. I was then escorted into the house and into the nursery, the only extra space that they had for me to stay in. As the lady took my suitcases and unpacked them, she asked if there was anything that I needed to tell her about myself. (as though she already knew about my problems) I told her that I occasionally wet the bed and my pants. She told me that she didn’t want to risk me wetting my bed, so she suggested that I wear some of her daughter’s Pampers diapers just to be sure. (this was the times that Pampers came in a blue cardboard box and not in a bag-*See my pictures*) These diapers were really thick and crinclely. they also had a blue waistband on them and would clump up when wet.
So after she was done unpacking my stuff, she told me that she was going to be the one that was going to diaper me from now on. I didn’t need to worry about trying to put them on myself, because it was no problem at all to change them for me. She told me that she would check and or change them almost the same time that she changed her daughter’s diapers.
Then she asked me to hop up onto the changing table. I reluctantly did so. then she took my shoes off, then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and then off. She tossed my pants into a corner of the room where she tossed her daughter’s dirty clothes. Then she pulled my underwear off and tossed them into the corner as well. Then she flipped my shirt up then went over to the box of diapers and got one out. She opened it up and then lifted me up so that she could slide the diaper under me.
She then got some powder and shook some into the diaper and onto me. then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes on each side. She then went and got a pair of shorts to put on me from the dresser that she put my clothes in.
once she was done putting my shorts on, she told me to go and play for a while until lunch.
It wasn’t until after lunch that she asked me to come over and let her check to see if I was wet or not. She pulled back the elastics in my shorts an told me that it was ok, and not to be ashamed while she pulled back the waistband a little so that she could see inside. She couldn’t see very well so she pulled my shorts down and inserted her index finger into the leg elastics to feel for wetness.
I wasn’t wet enough to change me yet, so she pulled my shorts up and let me go back to playing for a short while.
About half an hour later, she and her boyfriend told me that they needed to go to the store and get some more diapers, and some other groceries. So after she got her infant daughter ready, I was readied to go out.
Then we all piled into their 1979 toyota corolla stationwagon and went to the store.
They first went to the baby isle and they picked out two boxes of pampers diapers, some baby powder, and some more Huggies wipes. then they went around and got some milk, eggs, cheese, bread, pancake mix, and some juices. Then we paid and left.
After we got back and unpacked the groceries, the lady took me into the nursery and helped me up onto the changing table. She had noticed the wet spots in my shorts where my diaper had leaked a little. She then pulled my shorts off, then she unfastened the tapes then she lowered the front of my diaper with a wiping motion. Then she opened the new container of wipes and wiped me down, depositing each used wipe into my diaper. Then she took the diaper with all of the wipes in it and just tossed it into the tall, 32 gallon rubbermaid trashcan that was in the nursery.
then she opened the new box of Pampers diapers and took one out. She unfolded it and then slid it under me. then she took the container of powder and sprinkled some into the diaper and onto me. then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes.
Then she went to the dresser and found a pair of jeans to put on me. She then helped me down from the changer and asked me to put my jeans on.
After I was fully dressed, She left the nursery and got her daughter so that she could changer her diaper.
After she was done, she washed her hands and went into the living room to watch tv. I also went to watch tv.
Around four o’clock that afternoon, she made a bottle for her daughter and then asked me if Ialso wanted anything to drink. I told her yes. then she told me what they had to offer. I opted for whole white milk. She then went to the kitchen and poured me a tall glass of cold whole white milk.
Then she began to fix dinner.
around five, dinner was ready and she got everyone to sit around the dinner table.
After dinner was done, she asked if I wanted to help wash the dishes.
I went along with her request and help her in the kitchen. She was a darling to talk to. She asked me alot of questions about how long I have been wetting my bed and how and when it all started.
Then when all of the dishes were done and everything was cleaned up, she told me that the whole family sat in front of the TV to watch a video of voted choice.
I can’t remember what movie we watched, but we all sat down for 90 minutes and watched the movie.
It was over late, and then once the movie was over,
the lady got her daughter bathed and then dressed for bed. Then she told me to come into the bathroom so that I could take a bath before I went to bed. She asked me to feel the water that she was drawing for me to see if it was too hot or not. She adjusted it a little then she began to take my clothes off and then my diaper, which was still mostly dry.
She stripped me naked then asked me to get into the tub. then she told me where everything was, the soap, the shampoo and the conditioner and such before she left the room so I could take my bath. She told me that if I needed anything, all I had to do was call her.
After i was done, I got out and called her. Then she help me dry off, then she brought me back into the nursery where she helped me up to the changer and began to diaper me for bed. then she asked me if I wanted to sleep in a shirt or not. I told her I didn’t like to wear a shirt to bed in hot weather like there is in Arizona.
So she left me in just my diaper. then she helped me down and then helped me into bed. She then tucked me in and then turned the light off. She left a nightlight on then closed the door slightly.
around 1:00am the next morning, her daughter began to cry. her mother came in dressed in her night gown to check her diaper, and give her a bottle.
She then woke me up and uncovered me to check my diaper for wetness. I was of course wet, so she got me up onto the changer to change my diaper. Then she helped me back into bed.
She woke me up around 8:00am that morning for pancakes and eggs.
After we all ate, she took her daughter and I into the nursery to change our diapers.
She asked me if I had to go # 2, and then she took my diaper off and let me go.
then when I was done, she re-diapered me, then put a t-shirt on me. She told me that I could stay dressed like this until there were somewhere to go.
this was the way things were for five or six weeks until my new stepmother and my dad got back
When they got back and my stepmother found out all of the details, my stepmother went straight to another friend of hers who was a pediatric psychologist. her friend suggested that my stepmother continue what her other friend had started. she suggested that my stepmother put me back into diapers full time and that she be the only one to change my diapers, like a helpless baby would have done for them. she said if he wants to wear diapers like a baby, treat him like one, completely. This meant that I had to give up certain freedoms. I had to stay where I could be seen or heard at all times, that I could no longer dress myself, that I could no longer decide what I was going to eat,
or if I could go out by myself.
There were more freedoms stripped from me as well, but I just can’t remember all of them right now.
Then my stepmother took me to the store to buy me some diapers and diapering supplies.
She let me pick out what brands I wanted. I picked a Purple bag of Huggies whites (thicks) and a box of Pampers overnights.
Then my step mother then bought some baby powder, some huggies wipes then she went to the t-shirt isle and bought some long t-shirts in white, dark blue and and grey. Then we paid and left. Once we got home, she took all of the stuff into my bedroom and told me to sit on the bed until she was done putting it all away. Then she told me what her frind the psychologist had told her. then she layed down the rules, and then told me that I no longer was a teenager, that I was a 2 year-old infant as of now and had the priveliges of that age. then she told me just what they were. Then she forced me to lay down on the bed while she stripped me down to my wet diaper that I still had on. Then she changed my wet diaper then wiped me down. then she took out a thick Huggies diaper and began to open it up.
then she lifted my butt while she slid the diaper under me. She then powdered me then she surprised me when she pulled out a pack of “Osco Drug” diaper doublers. She then inserted two of them into the diaper then pulled the diaper up between my legs, tucked the wings in on each side then fastened the tapes. Then she opened the new white t-shirt bag and took one out. She then opened it up and rolled it up so that she could put it on me.
then she put my head through the neck hole then helped me put my arms in the shirt. then she left the room for a second while she went and got a pair of black flip-flops for me to wear.
she told me that this was going to be the clothes I was going to wear around the house at all times, even when guests were over. Then when she was done changing and dressing me, she told me two more things…....last rule, if I ever tried to take the diapers off myself, I would get spanked, then she told me to take the trash out to the curb in the front (dressed the way I was) and then wash the dishes before dinner. I did as I was told and took the trash out to the front. As I carried the large bag of trash out, the neighbor that lived in front of us came out to check the mail. She noticed my diapered butt and then sized me up from toe to head. She smiled a little bit as she said hi. Then she stood there looking at me as I walked away, back into the house. She went back inside after I disapeared back into the house.
This carried on until the end of that year. just before my birthday, (December 5th, 1972)
I was put into a hospital ward where I could get the treatment my dad and stepmother said I needed.
On that hospital ward, I was kept in diapers full time and made to wear only hospital gowns and or scrubs and hospital slippers. once in a while, when I got “an attitude” about having to wear diapers all of the time, They would restrain me in hospital restraints then shoot me up with some kind of drugs that would make me sleep for 12 hours at a time. They could keep me in restraints for up to 72 hours without a doctor’s order and they had to put anyone in restraints in diapers anyway because they couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom. They also had to feed you by hand and spoon three times a day, as well as give out pills while I was there. I spent a year there before I was transfered to another hospital in oregon. There, I was forced to sleep in a hospital bed that resembled an adult sized crib with restraints already in it if they were ever needed. Believe me, the staff there used them on me more times than I can count. I spent most of my time there either restrained or going to a group that was held on the hospital unit every day.
I spent two years of my life at this hospital before I was taken to yet another one in Tucson called desert hills hospital or as it is called today, after they moved some number of years ago….Desert hills for youth and Family. There I was slowly taken out of diapers and educated year round. I was forced to take strong medications and made to do a set number of chores every day.
I worked my way though that program then out into another program in Phoenix that is now out of business called LDI. (life developement Insititute) there, they tried to give me my GED and made me go to school. They also taught me life skills, like how to keep an apartment, budget money for food, rent, bills and the like. I also wore diapers there too and was made fun of most of the time. All of the people that were enrolled in the program had disablities of some kind too. So, everyone was told of my problem and they wre told NOT to make fun of me due to the fact that anyone found doing so would be expelled and sent to a group home. Then the program started to run low on funds and they started to find places for everyone to go to. I was sent to a boarding home called A-1 Guest lodge were I spent 8 months before being sent to yet another boarding home. There, i got my own room, that had another hospital bed that resembled an adult sized crib. they also required me to wear adult diapers to protect the health of the other residents as per state law. they also required that a nurse change my diapers in a nursing station that had a special bed that was used to change everyone.
this was also where I had to get my medications.
Then, after a while i got my first S.S.I check which was over $8,000 dollars. I owed a few bills so I paid them. then I bought an old 1978 Ford LTD two-door hard top with a 351 cleaveland motor in it. It was an old man’s car and he was going to die soon, so his son and daughter decided to sell it. So I found their add in the want adds and called them. they brought the car to me so that I could test drive it and look it over. It was meticulously taken care of and had all of the records and the oringinal owner’s manual in the glove compartment. They only wanted $450 for the car, so I paid them and they signed the pink slip (title) over to me. Then I went and changed it over to my name. I then proceeded to get my driver’s license and the insurance and tags. I then drove the car back to the boarding home, packed my stuff then left for Tucson, Az, 120 miles away.
Once i got there, I contacted my father. He was a little surprised to see me and wondering how i got there. I told him that i drove my car. He then went outside and looked at the car I had purchased.
My brother soon joined him then once he saw my car, called it a “hoopty” It really wasn’t a bad car at all. It ran like a brand new car, and the interior wasn’t all dried up and cracked at all.
It was all original and even had three hundred dollars worth of work done to it to replace the alternator, all of the belts, the oil changed and brand new tires all the way around, inluding a new pare in the trunk. the car only needed a new stereo. I eventually bought one of the latest ones to put in it. It was a cool car to drive until the gas started to go up in price. then I decided to sell it so that i could get another car that was more fuel effient. I got $1000 dollars for that car, then went out and some one offered me a $20.00 1972 Pinto with a sunroof from the factory. I decided to buy it since it was so cheap. the car was not in that bad of a shape any ways, so I just began to fix up the missing parts that it needed like the grill needed to be replaced, the front bumper needed to be replaced and a few interior parts needed to be replaced. the seats were replaced with newer model seats, the engine needed a tune up, new belts, and some simming before it would pass emmissions. I worked on it for a week until I got it completed. This car even had new shocks and struts when I was done.
the only good thing i like about it was that it would only take 20 dollars to fill up every two weeks, ten one week and then ten the next. I went everywhere in it.
Then I saw another one that was way newer and in showroom condition. It turned out that the owners wanted to sell it for their son who was now in the military.
I bought it for $500 dollars then drove it home. I now had two Pintos and I only needed one. So I sold the first one for $ 600 dollars to a racecar driver who turned it into a factory stock race car.
I then had the race car driver sell me a hopped up 2300 cc engine that had chevy truck pistons in it and was built for the race track as one of the many back up motors. I put that motor into my car and even switched out the rear axel for one that had come out of his race car.
By now, my car began to really go fast. I was keeping up with normal V8 motors and giving them a run for their money. then one day, I told the race car driver how I ranked in one of the races I had been in and he decided to come and try his luck using his track car. He surprised alot of people when he blew a 11 second run using only a few mods. later on that same month, he showed up in a factory stock Mustang two using the same engine configuration he used on the circle track.
he challenged a Chevy Vega with a V8 in it and won by a bumper at 9:53 times.
he used these races to test out his new engines and as a result, began to win the races on the circle tracks. he thanked me by giving me unlimited parts for my street pinto and his old racing engines. he would even help me put them into my car.
Any way, back in 1990, I was given back up for full adoption by my adoptive father who told me that he couldn’t have me living with him or my family any more and he couldn’t deal with me any more. So he put me back into the Arizona Foster care system which placed me with this family which had this big, burly guy named John Abernathy, and his two foster kids. this guy virtually made me his cleaning slave. he made me and my roomy pick up tiny liitle pebbles in the back yard on our hands and knees and put them into a bucket. I finnally told my case worker this, and she spoke to him about it. After she left, he got sooo mad, that he grabbed me and body slammed me to the floor then landed on top of me. I weighed a mere 110 or so and he weighed about 300lbs.
He Jumped on top of me with his elbow out ready to jab me in the gut. I rolled out of the way and then grabbed the nearest thing I could find, a six foot all brass lamp stand then swung it down on him.
I hit him squarely on the forehead then I swung again after he tried to get back up and hit him across the back of the neck with the base of the lamp. I then dropped the lamp stand then ran out of the house with him in tow. I ran so fast but it still wasn’t fast enough. I whipped around the corner and headed for a very public area, the corner of Drexel rd and Campbell Ave In Tucson (see Google earth for more details) He stopped his pursuit knowing that some one would see him brutalizing me. I ran straight to the nearest pay phone where I called my case worker and told her what had happed after she left. She told me that I HAD to go back because he had my Custody. She would change that first thing in the morning. She also told me that if it got too bad I had the RIGHT to call the police. I then told her that John had body slammed me to the cement and that I didn’t feel safe going back there. she then asked me to go to a meeting place at Campbell and Glenn(see google earth for more detials on locations) by morning so that she could pick me up on her way to her office. I made it there and then waited there until she arrived. I went back to her office and we talked about what had happened and got to the facts at hand. She then called my father who at first told her that he had no further interest in me and that I was now HER resposibility now. She then rebutted what had happened and he told her to call him at a later time. She then had no other option but to try and take me back to John’s house where the incident occured. As she and I pulled up to the house, John, marcus and Louis were just pulling out of the drive way. She stopped him to ask where he was headed. he told her that the three of them were going out to dinner and then on a road trip to phoenix. what we didn’t know was that they had packed up everything that they needed and put it into the back of the panel van and were leaving to escape the Law.
She went and opened his house and we found out that they had taken almost everything but the couch, the beds, and the dinning room table and the lamp that I had used to hit him with.
The rest of the house was bare. There was no way that we were going to be able to find him ever again. this is when I was sent to phoenix to the A-1 guest lodge.
Now I am still in diapers 24/7 and I enjoy wearing Molicare classics (the white ones with blue pin stripes) and up until now, I had no money and no medicaid to pay for mine, so I made due with what I could find at churches. the churches would only have Curity sleep pants in large or extra large or medium adult pull-ups or depend refastenable underwear. (the kind I hate to wear because they aren’t absorbent enough) I finally got out to the Emergency room at Penn-Rose saint Francis community Hospital during the first hard blizzard of December. I got stuck in traffic and the deep snow drifts. The doctor there prescribed a whole bunch for me then I called around and found out that the local medical supply shops didn’t accept medicaid, so I had to order from a company in Denver and have them shipped to me. They sent me some female underwear inserts with adheasive on the back, some “double-ups” and three packs of Molicare classics. I asked for the molicare supers, the purple ones. oh well, I guess its a case of misunderstanding or lack of knowledge of inconntinence products.
Then, I went to “Silver Key” and got four packs for $32.00.
then I got a card that asked if they should send my next order right out or by a certain date.
I will elect to have it sent right out, right away, just in case a really bad snow storm rolls in again.
So far, I am writing a really unique fatasy story that uses my personal fantasies as a base.
If any one wants to see the story or would like to have a copy to read, e-mail me and ask for a copy in the subject.

thanks for reading my early teens horror stories about my life.
they were all true and I lived through them.
If you have any questions about this blog entry, please feel free to leave me a message.
I can also be found on MSN messenger as adamlewis2006@msn.com and at adamlewis2007@msn.com

Fantasies:

I have some good fantasies and some unique ones.

1. I would love to have a Mommy take me to her home, take me into her nursery, lay me down on a changing table, take off all of my street clothes, then diaper me in super thick disposable diapers and a onesie. then I want her to lead me out of the nursery and into the living room where she lays me down in a playpen for a little while until she gets a bottle full of whole white milk ready. Then I want her to come over to the playpen, take me out, then cradle me in her arms, rock me while she feeds me a bottle. She should try to put me to sleep too for a little while. Once I'm asleep, try to get me into either a crib or a playpen. Then while I am fast asleep, do whatever you need to until it is time for me to wake up. Then take me out of the crib or playpen and lead me over to a highchair and strap me in. Then get dinner ready. Then when its all ready, feed me with a spoon or fork. make sure you put a bib on me. Then once dinner is over, take my bib off, and get me out of the highchair and let me play with some toys. may be My Mommy could even play with me. Then at some point, check my diaper for wetness. (I will never mess in my diapers, ever) Then when it is time to go to bed, help me put away my toys then take me to the nursery to change my diaper. Change me into a night diaper and my footed sleeper, then put me into a crib, and read a story to me, play guitar and sing (if you know how) me to sleep.

2. Punishment Fantasy- If for any reason you decided that I was being bad, you could put me into a large 32 gallon sized trash can full of my open, unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers then close the lid and latch it closed so that it can't be opened from the inside. If you have a trash chute that you don't use, begin pouring my diapers from the trash can in the chute then put me down it and make me stay there until you think it is time to come out. First you must strip me down to just my thick disposable diaper before you punish me.

3. If you choose to use cloth diapers on me, you could wait until there are at least six or more wet diapers to soak, rinse and pre-treat before you check to see if I am wet or not in my current diaper. If I am, strip me down to just my wet cloth diaper, then bring the six or more wet cloth diapers into a designated bathroom that isn't used much and is sanitized, then put three cloth diapers into the toilet to soak first then turn me so that you can force me to sit into the water in the toilet bowl. Then put the remaining wet cloth diapers into the bowl in my lap. Then, make me stay in there until it is time to wash the diapers. Then, take the diapers and I out, bring them to the washer and load them in. Then, while I am standing there in front of the washer, unfasten my cloth diaper and toss it into the washer. Start the washer then take me into the nursery and diaper me in a fresh diaper.

4. If you would rather, you could dress up as a French Maid or a Nurse, then place me onto a padded table or bed with restraints on it. Then you could diaper me in a very, very, very, thick disposable diaper (with at least eight diaper doublers/ absorbency inserts/Booster Pads in it. Then, you could think of something sexy to do to me or something. As long as you don't decide to get out the whips, chains or other bondage toys, because I'm not into that part.

You could give me a sensual wipe down using baby wipes, or lotion me up with baby lotion, or use me to test out a new products or new style of diaper so that you can write a review on it. Use your imagination, turn me on, talk baby talk to me as you go. Maybe, you could even make a compactor simulator that actually works. Fill it with my wet diapers, then put me into it and then turn the compactor simulator on.

I am very open as far as role playing. I am some what new to the idea though so, bare with me.

I like to use modified baby diapers in size six taped front to back and with the tapes extended. My favorite baby diaper brands are: Huggies, Luvs, Chicolor, Chicoelastics-Both Mexican Diapers, and any style that still has the plastic back sheets. You will have to let me modify them first before you can use them on me. I will need a pair of sharp scissors, some great wide masking tape that sticks well or some duct tape, and two diapers each make one for me to use. If you are to buy Pull-on style diapers, make sure that you buy the largest size available in the goodnights or other night pants.

I am looking for a Mommy, A Daddy or a Couple who would love to have me complete their little family.

My Blog is here:

http://www.myspace.com/adamlewis2006

My personal Email is here:

Email: adamlewis2006@msn.com if you feel like contacting me. You could also find me on MSN Messenger as adamlewis2006 if you like. I am also a member of the AB/DL groups that are on MSN. I found them by doing a search in Groups Home, then putting "diapers" into the search site text box.

Please feel free to email me any time.

Adam Lewis

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Videos:

How to Change a diaper

The Dumpster Chronicles-Dumpster Girl wears a diaper

Barbie Girl-Video below

Long Beach City Council meeting

Diaper Surprise

Huggies feel and Learn Review-Video

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Diaper Stories

The Diaper Man said

It was after three o’clock when Mother called me into the nursery for a diaper change.

“Hey my baby boy, its time to change your diaper. Come and lay down on the changer for mommy.” Said Mother as she helped me up onto the changer and laid me down.

Mother took my shoes off and dropped them on the floor near the changer. Then she took my socks off and tossed them into the trashcan where she usually tossed my wet only disposable diapers and empty packages of diapers.

Then she slid my shorts down and tossed them into the trashcan as well. Then she pulled my white t-shirt, which had some minor stains down the front, off and tossed it into the trashcan as well. Then she began unfastening my diaper very slowly so as to prolong the event as long as possible. Then, once the tapes were unfastened, she pulled the front of my diaper down. She then let the front hang open while she took out some wipes and began to wipe me from front to back. When she was done with each wipe, she dropped each used wipe into the front of my wet diaper. Then, when she was done wiping me, she grabbed the front of my disposable diaper and pulled it out from under me being careful not to let the used wipes spill out onto the floor. Then she dropped the open diaper onto the floor near the trashcan until she was done changing my diaper.

Then she went into the closet of the nursery and opened a new package of very thick, disposable diapers, took one out, and then reached back into the closet to get six diaper doublers from the pack. Then she came back over to the changer and set the thick, white diaper with two blue pinstripes on it, and the doublers down on my chest while she grabbed the diaper, opened it up, inserted all six of the doublers into the diaper, then lifted my butt into the air while she slid the diaper under me. Then, Mother opened the powder and shook some into my diaper, and onto my front side before gabbing the front wings of my diaper and pulling it up between my legs. Mother then tucked each wing around my waist, and then fasted the tapes on each side.

When she was done, she took both of my hands, pulled me up so that I could sit up, then she helped me down from the changer.

She then led me out of the nursery, down the stairs to the ground floor, and then through the large living room, down the hall, and then into the kitchen. Once there, she told me to wait until she got back from down in the basement. A long few minutes later she came up from the basement with the maid, who was just finishing her cleaning duties down there.

Mother was still talking to the maid when she appeared out of the shadows and into the kitchen. Mother stepped out and then stepped to the side to let the maid come out.

She then started talking to the maid, giving the maid some instructions on what to do to me or with me. I never knew which one. Then, Mother let the maid take my hand as she led me out of the kitchen, through the hallway, back through the living room, then out through the back door, through the garage, through another door and into a place where the maids kept the trash carts that were full of my wet diapers. The maid then let go of my hand, reached under my arms, and lifted me into one of the carts full of my open and wet disposable diapers. Then she left for a minute and then returned with a locking lid for the cart. She then proceeded to put the lid on and lock it. After that, the maid left and then there was silence except for the rustling of the diapers I was laying on. The smell of my wet diapers began to loom inside of the cart. It was so dark, that I could not see anything at all. About half an hour later, the maid came back, unlocked and opened the lid, then dumped the full trashcan from my nursery into the cart. She then shuffled the trash around a little so that the lid would close again. Then the maid set the lid down while she picked up another trashcan full of wet diapers, but this one was full of my formerly wet cloth diapers. The cloth diapers spilled out into the cart all over me. The diapers were kind of wadded up and kind of stiff from being wet then drying like that.

Then the maid put the trashcan down and picked up a couple of newly opened packages of the exact thick disposable diapers that Mother had put on me in the nursery.

I decided to find out why I was tossed into the cart. I tried to sit up using my hand and arm to prop myself up with but the maid forced me to lye back down into the wet diapers inside the cart. Then, the maid made sure that I was covered from head to toe with the wet diapers as she took some of the diapers from inside and covered me with them.

The maid was then done emptying the diapers from my nursery. She had only to put the rest of the diaper doublers into the cart and then the rest of my onesies, my footed sleepers and then all of my t-shirts as well as all of my socks in on top of all of the wet diapers in the cart. The maid began to take my clean clothes, which she was told to bring down here from my nursery closet, and toss them all into the cart after she took them off of the hangers. Once she was done, she picked the lid up, put it back on kind of packing the trash down a little so that the lid would fit squarely and securely. Then she locked it before she walked away. It wasn’t until about noon the next day, that the maid came back. She didn’t come to open the lid and toss more trash into the cart though, she came back to roll the cart out of the room, and out to the waiting trash truck.

The cart rolled, vibrated, bumped and shimmied as it was taken over the trash truck.

Then all of a sudden, the lid was taken off and two trash men took the cart and raised it over the side of the large, white, side loading trash truck, so as to dump the contents of the cart into the hopper full of other wet diapers and unwanted baby clothing among other things. As the cart’s contents were spilling out into the hopper, one of the trash men commented on the fact that there was a baby in the trash. Once the cart was emptied and put back onto the ground, one of the trash men rummaged through the trash to find me. Once he found me, he brushed the diapers that covered me aside for a moment so that

He could insert his fingers into my leg holes so that he could check my diaper for wetness. The trash man felt around inside and discovered the doublers, noting that my diaper was very thick and bulky. Then he decided to unfasten the tapes. Once the tapes were undone, my diaper was opened. Then the trash man fished around in the trash for some old cloth diapers to put into my diaper for added absorbency for the long haul to the diaper processing plant. Then after the trash man was finished inserting the cloth diapers into my already thick and doubled disposable diaper, he taped my diaper back up a little looser than it used to be and a lot bulkier than it was. Then he shoved me back into the trash and then covered me back up with diapers from head to toe. Then the maid came back with the second and third carts full of my wet cloth and disposable diapers.

The two trash men took the closest one and dumped it into the hopper. Then after the cart was empty, one of the men pulled on a handle, which started the compactor.

The load of diapers lurched up and down for a second then began to bunch up, roll, and scrunch up as the compactor pushed the diapers and I into the back of the truck that was already partly full of diapers. Then once the compactor was done, the trash men dumped the last cart full into the hopper. Then the trash men jumped back onto the sides of the truck gave the signal to move on, then the truck lurched and off it went to the next stop.

At the next stop, the trash men dumped in more disposable diapers, a couple cans worth of old baby clothes and some half used packs of disposable diapers that were at least six years old. Then they moved to the next stop. There they dumped in some cans of old stained up formerly wet cloth diapers, old footed printed pajama bottoms with some small holes in them, some plastic trash bags that had the corners poked out and made into leg holes, some empty disposable diaper bags, a whole bunch of open wet disposable diapers, and then a kicking and fussing little girl who was wearing a thick, baggy, saggy, disposable diaper. The little girl resisted, kicked, and fussed while the two trash men took hold of her arms and legs, then tossed her into the hopper on top of her load of trash. Then, while one of the men kept her in the hopper, the other turned the compactor on.

As the compactor started, it made the baby girl fall back into the hopper as it continued to push the load into the back of the truck, then retract. Then the two men jumped onto each side of the truck and then the truck moved on to the next stop. While the truck was moving, the little girl groaned and moaned as she tried to get back out into the hopper area to attempt to escape. When the truck stopped, the little girl fell back down into the trash. Then the two men jumped down and began to fill the hopper area with more diapers and diaper related trash. Once the hopper was full again, the compactor was turned on again, as the trash was pushed into the back of the truck where us two babies were smashed snugly in between lots of wet diapers and old baby clothes.

The truck was getting pretty full by now and by the time the truck got to the end of the alley, it was time to empty the truck so that they could finish their route by evening.

At the last stop, at the end of the alley, the truck stopped, the two trash men jumped down and dumped in loads of diapers from each side of the alley. The third can from one side of the alley had a young baby boy who was wearing three torn cloth diapers with holes in different places in each layer of diapers. He wasn’t wearing any plastic or rubber pants either. The trash man held him under his arms and carried him to the hopper where he laid him down onto the diapers inside. Then the trash man from the other side dumped a large trash can full of wet disposable diapers, baby wipes, empty diaper packages, some partially empty baby powder containers, some old cloth and disposable training pants, and several packs of unopened disposable diapers. Then the trash man that put the baby boy into the hopper, went and came back with one of the baby’s cans completely full of tattered, torn, and surface ripped toddler sized cloth diapers that were formerly wet but were now dry.

The baby’s mother hadn’t even taken the time to rinse the baby’s cloth diapers before disposing of them and the baby. She had just tossed what was in the diaper pail; his remaining cloth diapers and all of his clothes into the trash then the father took the trash out to the back and then locked the gate. The baby’s family didn’t have enough money to continue diapering him any longer and they could not afford to buy new cloth diapers. So they had called the diaper service to see if they wanted their baby. They did not. The service told them to dispose of him in the trash and not to feel too guilty.

So that is how this baby boy ended up in the trash.

Now, the trash man had dumped one of the trash cans full of the baby’s old ragged cloth diapers into the hopper on top of the baby boy who didn’t even want to struggle much because he was too scared to. The diapers came down and landed all over the baby’s face, and mid chest. Then the last can from the other side was dumped into the hopper all over the baby boy. Then the last can from his side of the alley was dumped in.

Then the two trash men jumped onto each side and held on. The truck then lurched forward and then turned onto the street where it traveled until it turned again. Then it stopped, and then turned right. Then it traveled down a main street for a long while before it slowed then turned to the left. It traveled for a long time before it went over a cattle guard then onto a dirt road. The dirt road was kind of bumpy. The truck kept on going, as it went deeper and deeper into a large canyon with mountains surrounding it on all sides. Then the truck slowed down as it turned into a lot with a guard shack and a weighing scale at the entrance, a twenty-foot high cinder block wall surrounding the ten-acre lot with a large warehouse in the center. Each truck that entered must be weighed in and weighed out upon exiting. There were four guards in the guard shack at the entrance who’s job is to keep a look out for babies that are trying to escape, or people or trash men who are trying to keep babies for themselves and or trying to keep the babies from going to the processing plant altogether.

The truck that us babies were in was next in the once long line.

It pulled up onto the scale then waited while it was weighed in. then it drove off of the scale, down into the yard where the driver was being directed to dump his load into a large square metal pit that was filling up quickly with loads of unwanted diaper trash.

The truck we were in, backed up close to the edge of the pit then the back of the truck began to open widely as the compactor started to push the trash out and into the pit.

Us three babies spilled out into the pit on top of the diapers from behind us as the diapers from in front of us spilled out on top of us. There was a truck right next to the one we were in, dumping its load into the pit as well. That truck was a lot bigger than the one we were in. It had a lot more diaper trash to empty out. The trash spilled out on top of us three babies, completely burying us under four feet of diapers. All of a sudden, the diapers under us and on top of us began to slide down into the pit and then drop down onto a moving conveyor belt. Three-inch thick clear plastic walls surrounded the conveyor belt. The trash was then carried away from the chute and over to the sorting stations manned by fifteen men and women. Each station was open enough for the sorter to be able to move around freely and comfortably while it was organized with large, tall pails for the clean disposable diapers, a couple of rolling carts for the cloth diapers and the other cart for the onesies, footed sleepers and t-shirts along with the baby clothes that came in off of the belt, and some trash cans used to put the left over containers of wipes or powder into until some one came to take them away. The sorter’s job was to separate the cloth items from the disposables, and to separate the clean disposable diapers from the wet ones. Everything else was left on the belt. If a baby came along wearing a cloth diaper or rubber pants over a cloth diaper, that baby was pulled off of the belt and tossed into the cloth diaper cart. If the baby is wearing a disposable diaper, that baby is left on the belt. If the baby is wearing any clothing, that baby must be striped down to just the diaper and depending on what type of diaper they are wearing, they will be taken to the belt and placed back on it, or placed into the cloth diaper cart.

The baby girl was the first to be sorted. She was examined then left on the belt as it carried her back into the enclosed area of the belt with the rest of the disposable diapers, wipes, and old empty diaper packages. Then the baby boy wearing the torn up and tattered cloth diapers was next. All of the cloth diapers around him including him were taken off of the belt and put into the cloth diaper cart. The cart was full now, and then was pushed aside until some one came to take it away.

I was next to be sorted. A pretty blond woman leaned in and pulled me closer to her so that she could inspect my diaper for any cloth diapers. She inserted both of her index fingers into the leg holes of my diaper and began to feel around while I went down the line. Noting the cloth diaper inside of my disposable, she quickly pulled me off of the belt, carried me over to a changing table nearby, and laid me down on it. She then quickly unfastened the tapes of my diaper and laid it open flat. She then quickly lifted my bottom up so that she could remove the cloth diaper. Then she tossed it into the empty cloth diaper cart then pulled my disposable diaper back up and refastened the tapes. She then picked me up, carried me back over to the belt, and put me back down on my back. The belt took me down the line where more people were rummaging through the trash that was under me, around me and on top of me now. All of those people’s fingers were poking through, over, around and on my diaper and I. Then the belt carried me past all of the sorters and into the enclosed part of the belt. Then the belt carried the loads of diapers into a dark area that was enclosed with three-inch thick steel walls. The belt then turned to the right then to the left before it dumped the loads of diapers into a giant bin at the end. Six women were busy coming over and taking arm loads worth of diapers to a large silver, aluminum bowl that must have been at least six to eight feet deep. The Women were dropping the armloads of diaper trash into the large aluminum bowl and then coming back for more diapers. On the other side of that bowl, there was five more the same size as that one. The baby girl was the first one to find out just what was in the giant bowl and what the people standing next to each one was doing with the loads of diapers.

After a while I was too picked up and carried over to one of the large bowls. The woman came over to the bin, picked me up, carried me over to the second bowl that was being loaded, and then the woman waited there, next to the bowl while one of the other women stepped down from the ladder, and pulled me from the woman’s arms. This woman carried me up to the top of the bowl, lifted me over the edge, and then let me go. I slid down into the bottom of the bowl that already had the whole bottom of the bowl (about four feet) filled with open wet disposable diapers, old baby wipes, and old, empty disposable diaper bags. I landed on one side then looked up to see where I was.

I noticed right away, the four large nozzles that were pointed down right into the bottom of the bowl each nozzle was placed directly across from another one. Each nozzle had a large clear tube connected to it. Each tube was running into a giant container of a bluish, greenish gel. The women kept dumping the diapers into the bowl from the bin I was in until the woman that put me into the bowl, climbed down and started the pump, which would pressurize the hoses, thus pumping the thick gel into the nozzles. After the gel got through the nozzles, it became a thick, lathery foaming gel. It was squirting onto all of the diapers inside and covering me from head to toe. Once the bowl filled up past the load of diapers, a machine was rolled up to the side of the bowl that reached into the middle of the bowl. The large rubber paddle looking thing was lowered into the bottom of the bowl, before it began to stir the foam, the diapers, and I around. The paddle turned around 360 degrees as it stirred the contents of the bowl around. It continued to stir the diapers and I around, pressing itself into the back of my diaper several times, with a loud thwacking sound as it turned. Then about an hour later, the stirring machine was turned off, and wheeled away. The woman, who had put me into the bowl, appeared near the edge again; this time she had a large rubber paddle in her hand. She then reached in and then began to stir the contents around, poking the stirring paddle around randomly, poking at the diapers and I to see if the load was ready to come out yet. Of course it wasn’t, so the woman stepped back down and out of sight for a while longer. The sides of the bowl were steep and slick. The foam smelled like a combination of a new pampers or luvs’ diaper and regular shaving cream. The foaming gel was cool and sort of heavy, like whipped cream and shaving cream. The load and I were left in the bowl for another half an hour more before the woman came back to take out one of the diapers to examine it.

Once she examined the diaper, she tossed it back into the bowl and then all of a sudden, the bottom of the bowl began to open up. All of the foam and the diapers spilled out into a large strainer underneath the bowl. The foam was draining into a porcelain sink that took the foam back into another container where the foam could be reused in another load of diapers. The foam was used to deodorize, deactivate the SAP, soften the diapers if they were dry and stiff, and kill any bacteria that may be present. Once the foam was mostly gone, two women picked up the strainer, carried it over to a pile of trash, and then dumped it out onto the pile. I spilled out onto the pile of diapers that was tall and full of soft, sweet smelling disposable diapers. A few minutes later, the baby girl and the load of diapers she was in, was dumped onto the pile. Her diaper was sagging a lot now but now, it wasn’t as wet as it used to be. The foam had another effect. It dried the diapers too, two minutes after it came in contact with the wetness in the diaper the diaper was as dry as it was when it was new. Now, the baby boy that had the torn up cloth diaper on, was put into the cloth diaper cart then the cart was eventually rolled over to another sorting area where the sorters were separating the torn up and ragged cloth diapers, onesies, t-shirts, and baby clothes from the ones that weren’t torn up at all. The cloth diapers and other items that were torn up were being tossed into another cart that was eventually going to be taken to a large, deep version of a toilet, and flushed down it.

The baby boy was taken out of the cart, placed onto another conveyor belt. The belt was being loaded with the diapers from the cart. A few minutes later, the first sorter took one look at the baby’s torn up cloth diaper and took him off of the belt and put him into the other cart. A few minutes later, some more torn and worn cloth diapers were tossed into the cart on top of the baby. Once the cart was full, it was rolled away. The cart was taken over to a part of the warehouse that looked like a large men’s bathroom with all of the stalls and nothing else. The cart was rolled into one of the empty stalls and unloaded into the bowl. Once the baby boy was uncovered, the women lifted him out of the cart, and then lowered him into the toilet bowl feet first. She then lowered him into the water, then pulled him out again, then lowered him back in again. She continued to dunk him in and out of the water for a few minutes until she was satisfied that his diaper was rinsed out enough. Then she went back to taking large overflowing armloads of diapers, onesies, footed sleepers, and old t-shirts and dropping them into the toilet bowl. Once the toilet was loaded and the cart was empty, the woman began the task of rinsing out each and every diaper, onesie, footed sleeper, and t-shirt. Once she was done about an hour later, she got up, put the lid down, and latched it closed so that the baby boy couldn’t get out. Then she pushed the cart out of the way and then walked out of the room for a little while to go and get another cart to empty into the bowl once that load was flushed. The sounds of the other baby in the stall next to the one the baby boy was in, being dunked in and out of the toilet and the woman who was attending to him was washing, scrubbing his diaper as clean as it could with a toilet brush used for just this kind of thing, could be heard.

Then the woman spoke to the baby as she continued cleaning the other diapers in the toilet bowl. Then, all of a sudden, some soapy lather began to fill the watery toilet bowls. The woman attending to the other baby, had to step away, load the rest of her load into the bowl quickly, then lower the lids, then latch them before all of the toilets flushed at the same time. She gave the baby one last diaper check from all sides, front and back before latching the lid. She then walked out of the room as another woman with another cart came into the room and into one of the stalls next to the one the baby boy was in.

She quickly unloaded the cart and the baby that was inside into the toilet bowl. She then sprinkled some laundry soap into the bowls one at a time along with some fabric softener before re-latching all of the lids. Thirty seconds later, the toilets all began to flush. Water began to rush into the bowls creating a swirling waterspout, a cyclone into which all of the diapers and all of the babies were sucked and pulled down into the drains. Once the bowls were clear, the water began to refill the bowls. The baby boy was pulled down the large pipes that ran underground and eventually led to a waste treatment plant where all diapers, babies, clothing items or whatever was flushed and came down the pipes, were pulled into a strainer. Once the strainer was full, it was emptied into a large funnel that eventually pulled in the babies from the pipes, and all of the diapers. The babies all fell onto a conveyor belt along with all of the diapers, and were taken up to another conveyor belt that was taking the diapers and the babies upwards and into a rolling feeder that pulled the diapers and the babies into the first step of the cloth diapers being shredded. First, the diapers are pulled in by the feeders, like a printer, pulls in a sheet of paper before it gets printed on, then the diapers and the babies get the top layer of their diapers torn off along with the top layers of all of the diapers. The diapers are taken apart and divided into layers first, and then all of the layers are taken over to another shredding machine and shredded into strips. Then the strips are fed into a grinder where the strips are ground up into fibers. The baby’s diaper was taken apart layer by layer as he wore it.

Once he had no more diapers on, he was removed from the process and taken over to the

area where the fibers were being mixed with high quality paper fibers. Once the two were mixed the composite material is packaged and sold off to companies that make disposable diapers out of it. The baby is diapered, in a disposable diaper, then either sold off to a laboratory, or sold to a diaper company for temporary use in the manufacturing of the diapers. Once the company is done with the baby, they either dispose of him in the trash, send him to an orphanage for unwanted babies, or sell him to a company who will use him as a practice prop in the trash man/ diaper woman training process. They will compact him, practice flushing him, preparing him for disposals, and practice recycling techniques on him. After a while, the baby will be taken to a place where the babies who are no longer useful and dumped into an underground storage tank. They will diaper him in very thick diapers; both cloth and disposable diapers, then dump him and all of the diapers that are going into the tank as well, into the tank. The baby is checked on, fed, and occasionally changed when his or her diapers need changing and are too wet to take any more. Six months later, the diapers are taken out, and placed into a pile outside in the dump. They are kept there for four years until the space is needed for other diapers. Then the pile and everything in it, is pushed into a pit in the back of the dumping grounds and left there forever. Sometimes a curious dumper will scrounge around and come across the babies and try to take them home, but they are always stopped at the guard shack. If the person wants to pay for the baby, they can do so, at the gate, but the price is always a little steep. If the person can afford it, they pay the money, and go home with the baby.

The only thing is, everyone at the dump knows that the baby will eventually be back when they are no longer wanted and brought there in another load of diaper trash.

A little later, once it had become dark, the night shift came in and began to go through all of the disposable diapers in the new piles. All of the babies were moved into a temporary nursery where they will be kept until the lab checks their diapers out. The babies will be fed, and have inserts put into their diapers to keep them dry until the lab takes them.

Each of the diapers must be closely inspected to be sure that they can be used again or even recycled and made into either diaper packaging or back into diapers again. Once the babies are recycled, they are taken to a special diaper school, and re-programmed, re diaper trained and then sold and or adopted to people who want or need a baby.

Some times they are sold to companies or labs that use the babies to test new diapering chemicals and or new baby powder scents or baby shampoos and or new laundry soaps.

Now, the baby girl was the first one to be taken out of the pile and into the nursery.

She was carried into the nursery, placed onto a changing table, then a woman unfasten the tapes of her diaper, inserted some diaper doublers into it, then pulled it back up between her legs and refastened the tapes making sure that her diaper was nestled snugly and comfortably in between her legs. Then the woman took her and placed her into a locking crib that was made out of stainless steel, and left there until the lab technician came to get her and some of the diapers to inspect. Then the baby girl was given a bottle full of whole white milk that had a powerful sleeping drug in it. Once the baby girl was finished with her bottle, it was only a few minutes until she fell fast asleep.

When she finally woke up, she found herself strapped to a changing table with her diaper unfastened and laying open flat. Her arms here locked into restraints at her sides, her legs were locked in ankle restraints and spread apart so that some one could work with her diaper. A tall redheaded woman came walking up to the changer with another technician at her side. They both had small beakers of colored stuff in their hands. They were talking about taking her and her diaper into the chemical lab and experimenting with her in there.

The chemical lab was down underground about thirty feet and had such thick walls that a baby could scream at the top of their lungs and no one could hear them. This is also where very deviant things also occurred. The lab technicians could do things to the babies there and no one could do anything about it. The lab had its own compactor, its own diaper foamer bowls, its own set of toilets that emptied into a strainer that was automatically dumped down a chute that took the diapers and whatever came down the chute, into a laundry room. The lab also had restraints bolted to one of the walls where the lab technicians would put their subjects when they had a large amount of a chemical or powder to test on the baby and the diaper all at once without worrying about making a large mess. They would also use these when they wanted to splatter staining chemicals onto the baby’s diapers so that they could try to wash the stains out using their new chemicals. If the babies misbehaved, this is also where the lab technicians leave them until the punishment staff came to deal with them.

“Once we are done with these few tests, we can take her down to the lab with us and strap her down there.” Said the red head. “Great”, said her accomplice with an evil grin.

Then a few minutes later, I was picked up, carried from the pile by a man in a brown jump suit and carried into the temporary nursery. I too was carried over to a changing table where my diaper was unfastened. When the woman came over to put some doublers into my diaper, she was surprised to see that I already had six inside of my diaper.

She decided to remove the wet ones and replace them with six clean and dry ones.

She sprinkled a little baby powder into my diaper then pulled my diaper back between my legs, and refastened the tapes. She then checked to make sure that the elastics in the leg holes weren’t pointed inwards. She inserted both of her index fingers into the leg holes and ran them up and down and around the leg holes. Then she did something I never expected. She pulled me into her arms and cradled me. Then she pulled a bottle full

Of whole milk out of her apron pocket and put it into my mouth. She then began to rock me, and hush me as I drank. She kept running her open palm across the front of my thickly padded pelvis. It felt very good, and very relaxing. Before I knew it, she was doing it faster and faster. Then all at once, I shot my load of warm cum into my diaper.

Then, al at once, I was feeling so groggy and sleepy. My body began to go limp and I finally fell fast asleep in her arms. When the drug wore off, I woke up to find myself strapped to a changing table with my diaper open flat and my arms strapped at my sides.

My ankles were strapped in an open position and my chest was also strapped down so that I couldn’t sit up. A blond woman in her thirties or forties came up to me with another diaper in her hand and set the new diaper on my chest. She then left again only to return rolling a cart that had clean cloth diapers, baby wipes, a whole lot of different beakers, a hand held microscope, a stethoscope, three baby bottles full of apple juice, milk and water, two more clean disposable diapers, a pack of doublers, and two onesies.

She pulled the cart over to where she was going to be working, in between my legs, and then perched herself on a small round stool. She then took some latex gloves and put them on. Then she began to take one of the beakers full of a reddish liquid, and proceeded to pour it onto and into my diaper. The liquid stained the inside of my disposable diaper. This told the Woman that my diaper wasn’t ready yet and might need to be taken back to the diaper foaming bowls for another two or more hours. Then she put that beaker down and grabbed another one, then poured it into my diaper and all over me.

The liquid was real thick and runny. This liquid was to wash out the remaining SAP and to soften the diaper if it had been wet and then began to dry when the SAP was still active. This stuff would cause the stiff, hard and crunchy part of my wet diaper become as soft as the rest of it was when it was clean. Then she put that beaker down and then she grabbed another beaker. She poured that beaker all over me, from my head to my toes.

Then she put that beaker down and with her gloved hands, she began to rub it in. She started on my hair, then worked her way down to my waist. Once at my waist, she then reached over to the cart and pulled down one of the clean cloth diapers. She opened it up, and draped it open flat over the front part of my waist, covering my penis. She then used the soft diaper to wipe the excess chemical off of me, which stained the cloth diaper. Once she was done, she dropped the cloth diaper over my face and then began to pour something thick, like lotion onto my waist. She then began to work it in. she rubbed it into my penis, which quickly became erect. She then continued rubbing the thick chemical in working her way down to my testicles and then into my crotch. Then when she was done, she pulled my old disposable diaper out from under me, and tossed it onto my belly until she could get one of the clean disposable diapers under me. Once that was done, she inserted eight diaper doublers into my diaper, then one of the clean cloth diapers on top of them. Then she grabbed the front two wings of my fresh diaper and pulled it up between my legs. She then tucked the wings in and fastened the tapes on each side. My diaper rustled a lot as she prepared me to be taken down to the chemical labs to be placed into another changing table with a waterproof top layer on it. She then picked up one more beaker and then poured it all over my diaper and me. Then she began to rub it in a little which made me smell like a freshly wet pampers diaper. A combination of that sweet new pampers smell and wetness. It also stained the front of my diaper so that I would look dirty for the lab technicians. Then the blond woman got up, and left, leaving the cart, the supplies and the diapers on my face and my belly. After a long wait, a couple of women came over to the changer I was on and began to undo the restraints. Once I was freed, one of the women picked me up and cradled me in her arms. I still had the old disposable diaper on my belly, and the cloth diaper on my face at this time. The woman then carried me towards the elevator that went down into the lab that was thirty-feet down under ground. The other woman gathered the supplies, put them onto the cart, then pushed the cart to the elevator. Once inside of the elevator It took us down the long ways down into the lab. The doors opened and the cart was pushed out and I was carried over

To a changing table and laid down on it. The other woman came over to help put me into the cuffs and prepare me to be dowsed with chemicals. She loosened up my diaper by unfastening the tapes and repositioning them a little farther apart. In a weak voice, I pleaded for them not to do this, but they just told me that I was theirs to do what they wanted to until next week, when the inventory is taken. Then they have to put you out into a pile or into the nursery for a couple of days in case they want to use you for something.

Then they got an idea, “why don’t they buy the babies from the plant. Then they wouldn’t have to eventually send the babies to the dump where they would sit in piles of diapers until dooms day getting sprayed with diaper deodorizers and softeners. We could use the babies for anything. We could even lend them out to people who need them”.

The lab technicians all agreed and one of them took some money from the petty cash container and then left to go and pay for the babies.

“You know, said one of the women, I need to use one of the babies right now. I am going to use one to test our new machine. The diaper dirtier. This new machine does the opposite as a washer does. It will dirty any cloth diaper, onesie, and footed sleeper and stain it so that it looks and smells like it has been worn and leaked into for two days. It has a freshly wet pampers diaper smell to it. Then once we are done with that, we can take him or her, and change them into a disposable diaper, then insert them into the trash compactor just to see if these new diapers we have will stand up to that kind of treatment while the baby is still wearing it. These new diapers are supposed to be used for and during disposals. They are three times as thick as Abena x pluses, and six times as thick as molicares. They are supposed to be real thick in the butt area and super, super thick and saggy between the legs, so that when the compactor smashes the baby, the diaper scrunches up and presses against the baby’s crotch and stays absorbent enough to make it four to five days without a change without leaking or giving the baby a rash. It is also said to be flushable too. After the compactor, we should try to flush the baby too.”

“What do we do with the baby after that?” Asked the other technician. “We need to put the babies into the cuffs on that wall over there and splatter them with stuff that they would come into contact with while they are at the dump and in the trash. We will rub them with open wet disposable and cloth diapers then splatter them with the powder from a wet diaper, then put them into trashcans full of open wet diapers and then close the lids and lock them for a couple of hours until they smell like they’ve been in the trash for a long while. Then we take them out, change their diapers, diaper them into clean and white cloth diapers, then dress them in white and clean onesies, then take them to the toilets and put them into the soak and rinsing toilets. Then we take them out and take them to the laundry room and leave them to be washed. If they come back and aren’t clean, we take them over to our lab and lay them all into our toilets. Then we load the toilets with all of the lab diapers that will never become useful ever again, and then we have a little fun with the babies and their diapers before we close the lids and flush them. Once they are gone, we go and get them at the plant’s waste treatment plant and bring them back here. Then we call the diaper school and place them there so that the school can use them to train the future trash men and women, the diaper men and women and the cloth diaper service men and women.

First I have another idea, we could put the babies into the disposable diaper recycler too before we do anything else. That way, we won’t have to take their diapers off. We will just have to take them out of the recycler naked and bring them over to have their next diaper put on them.” Suggested the lead technician. “Good idea, I like it.” Agreed the dark haired tech. “Lets get started said the lead technician”. Then the tech that paid for the babies came back with the ownership papers for all of the babies. She put the papers down on her desk and called for the others to come and pick which one they wanted to own. The blond tech picked me, then took my papers over to her desk and put them into a filing cabinet for safekeeping. The dark haired woman picked the baby girl in the thick disposable. Then the redhead picked the last remaining baby girl. She was diapered in a saggy disposal diaper put on her by the people who disposed of her. She hadn’t been inspected yet but was sent down to the lab anyway. Now she belonged to the lab exclusively. The owner of the lab was a very stern and focused young man who used to be one of the trash men that worked there at the plant until the former owner decided to sell it to him. Now, he owned the whole plant, the lab and the waste treatment plant down the way from here. The only thing he wanted was to own the private diaper dump too. That was going to be the very next thing he was going to buy in the next month or so. That way, he would control the flow of babies and diapers the way he wanted. The diaper dump had two sections. The disposable diaper section, and the cloth diaper section. The cloth diaper section took the usable cloth diapers and other cloth items and washed them. Then they packed and sold them to under privileged families, orphanages, and companies that used them as rags, like labs, and garbage truck washes, and daycares and nurseries and people who use them as baby wipes then throw them away. The diapers would come back to him then be transferred to the disposable diaper area once they were not usable any longer as diapers. Then they would be shredded and ground up and then made into disposable diaper padding. Then when the people where done with those, they would come back to the dump as disposable diapers. Then he would use these diapers on their babies there at the dump. Once there, the disposables would stay, until it was time to recycle them into disposable diaper packaging, trash bags and disposable baby clothing.

The cycle would then continue until more diapers came to the dump.

The three technicians then came over to their babies and undid all of the restraints that held them to their changers. Then each tech carried their baby over to the diaper-recycling machine, which looked like a large industrial washer you might see at a Laundromat. “Who do you want to go first?” asked one of the techs. “I will put my baby girl into the recycler first. She has the thickest diaper on.” “Ok, go ahead”. Said the lead tech. Then the red head carried her baby over to the machine that was being loaded with disposable diapers, and handed her baby to the buff man in the brown jump suit.

The man took her baby from her, and laid her down onto the conveyor belt that was heading upwards into the opening. The baby girl went up and then disappeared into the dark opening as more diapers were loaded onto the belt and put into the opening.

Some one else came by with a whole lot of disposable diapers to recycle and gave the cart to the man who placed the diapers from the cart onto the conveyor belt. After a while, the machine looked like a drier with a large load of clothes in it with the door open. Then, the man pushed the empty cart away from the belt, stopped the belt, and then went over to a set of controls. He flipped open the clear lid, flicked a couple of switches, waited until the automatic door slid closed, then pushed a large red button. Then he walked away so that he could load another machine just around the corner.

The machine usually took about forty-five minutes to do the load of diapers. So, the dark haired woman decided to take her baby over to the other machine and let the man take her baby too. The dark haired woman carried her baby girl over to where the man was loading the other machine and then stopped for a second to check her baby’s diaper. She unfastened the tapes and repositioned them so that the diaper would fit her baby tighter. Then she ran her fingers through the leg holes and tugged on the waist a little. Then she picked her baby up, cradling her in her arms, and carried her over to the man. The man took her baby from her and laid her onto the conveyor belt. He then loaded some open wet diapers on top of her as she ascended into the opening of the machine. Within seconds, her baby had disappeared into the darkness of the machine along with the continuing flow of wet diapers that the man was loading into it. Once in the machine, her baby was covered with diapers and disposable baby clothes made out of paper.

After loading three whole carts worth of diapers into the machine, he went over to the controls, flicked some switches, waited until the automatic sliding door closed and latched, then pushed the big red button that glowed. The machine then began to fill with a warm, soapy water solution. Once it was full, it began to agitate like side loading washer.

The first machine was just starting to agitate and was just going into the foaming diaper wash cycle. This is where the diapers and the baby got dowsed with foaming diaper wash which cleaned the diapers and the baby just before the rinse cycle. Once the rinse cycle was done, the actual breaking down process began. The machine would fill up with a clear, warm water, then agitate again but this time, it would break the whole diaper up, as it bumped around and against the sides of the drum inside. This wouldn’t hurt the babies though; it would just break up their diapers and then wash the remains into many filters, which would separate the plastic from the paper after the water from the machine, drained out, leaving the babies behind.

Now, with a loud click, the foaming diaper wash drained away, and the rinse cycle began. Warm water began to rush into the tub and then rush back out as it drained away. The water then began to rinse the foaming wash out of the diapers and off of the baby. Her diaper was soaking wet and heavy now. It hadn’t puffed up at all because the SAP had been deactivated in the diaper foam when she and her diapers had soaked in the large aluminum bowls earlier.

Then after about ten minutes of rinsing, the water stopped flowing through and began to fill the tub, as the tub slowed then stopped. The baby girl in the first machine was buried under tons of soaking wet disposable diapers that were open and had wrapped themselves around her face, chest and legs. As the warm water began to reach the desired mark, the machine began to agitate once again. This time, her diaper began to tear apart a little from her backside. Then another tear opened at her butt crack, then another one opened at her right side as she bumped against the side of the tub. Then one of her tapes popped off on her left side under the extreme pressure. Then another tape popped off on her right side. Then some of the padding from her diaper began to come out and float into the water. All at once, the other diapers began to loose their padding too. No, no, this isn’t supposed to happen is it? She wondered to herself. Then the plastic backing on six of the diapers that were tangled around her burst open then began to come apart. Her diaper was beginning to fly apart more and more. Pretty soon, the last tape on her right side popped off causing her diaper to float open on one side. Then a few seconds later, the last one from her left side popped of and her diaper went tossing around in the agitating water. Before long, there were no more whole diapers in the machine, just pieces, of them. Tapes, a piece of plastic backing, some pieces of the padding and the liners were all floating around and tossing and turning in the water as they were broke down into fibers. After the murky water was full of diaper particles, the machine began to let the water drain out and into the many filters. The only thing left was the baby, because she was too big to fit through the large screens. Then, the tub stopped, and a few minutes later, the automatic sliding door slid open. It was a few minutes before some one went to get the baby girl from inside of the first machine. The man came, and pulled the naked baby from the machine and laid her down on a changing table used to put babies into disposable diapers that were going to be recycled just before they were loaded into the machine.

The man then called to the redhead who then came over and picked her baby girl up and carried her over to a changing table so that she could change her baby into formerly wet cloth diapers, and a dirty onesie.

The whole time the baby girl was in the first machine, the blond woman cradled me in her arms, and rocked me to keep me calm while they waited.

Now it was time to take her baby over and let the man load him into the machine.

Before she was going to let the man take her baby, she thought to put his other diaper doublers that were removed earlier back into his diaper for thickness. So then she went back over to the place where they left the cart, and picked up the doublers, then she walked back over to the changer next to the machine, to insert the doublers into her baby’s diaper. She quickly unfastened the tapes on my diaper, and laid my diaper open flat. She then lifted my butt while she put the wet, doublers back into my diaper. She then adjusted the fit of the doublers before pulling my diaper back up between my legs, and refastening the tapes tightly and firmly in place. With my butt nice and fat, and my crotch nice and saggy now, she thought I was ready to be loaded into the machine. So she lifted me up and carried me over to the man who then took me out of her arms and laid me down on the conveyor belt. He then put some open, wet disposable diapers, with the padding side down and against me, and then he put another load of wet diapers onto my head with the open padded side against my face. Then he started the belt then put more diapers onto the belt as it carried me upwards into the opening. Then it got dark as I passed into the tub and fell in. The diapers that were spilling in from the conveyor belt then covered me. The rustling of the plastic backing was all I could hear as the diapers piled in on top of me, covering me from head to toe. “You know ladies, we do have a baby recycler too?” Said the man. “You do?” asked one of the women “How does that work?” asked the blond woman who owned me. “Well, it is kind of like these machines, but the whole diapers and the baby get washed into a particle laser beam like thing and get turned into tiny little micro dots. Then they are rematerialized into another machine where the baby and the diapers come out completely clean as is they had just been made.

The babies are reprogrammed, and are then ready to re diaper train. They don’t even remember going into the machine. They are as new as the day they were born.

Would you like to watch as a baby is sent through the process?” Asked the man.

Sure, said the redhead and the dark haired woman. Then the two women and the man left leaving the blond woman to watch her baby boy get his diaper broken up into little pieces and get washed away. The man left another man in charge of loading the baby boy’s machine while he showed the women the other machines.

This man loved to load the machines with the wet diapers. He had never loaded it with a baby before though. So, when he was done loading all of the diapers into the machine, he grabbed a stepladder and brought it over to the opening of the machine. He then climbed up and looked in. the smell of wet diapers was in the air as he poked around to find the baby. He then pulled the baby closer to him by grabbing the baby by one of his legs.

He then took a look at the baby’s thick diaper. He then grabbed one of the wet disposable diapers, and started to rub it all over the baby, starting at his face. Then, he stuffed that diaper into the waistband of his diaper before getting another diaper and rubbing it all over his face, his chest and belly. Then he turned the baby over and then stuffed that diaper into the waistband in the back of his diaper. This made the baby’s diaper extra fat and saggy. Then the man stuffed another wet disposable diaper into the baby’s face. Then the man pushed the diaper into the baby’s face, and then shoved more diapers onto his face, chest and belly, and even between his legs before climbing down from the stepladder.

Then the man went over to the controls, flicked a couple of switches, waited until the automatic sliding door slid closed and latched before pushing the glowing red button.

Then, a few seconds later, the tub began to fill with a warm, soapy water. This surprised the baby boy and made him cry a little. Then once the water reached its level, the tub began to agitate. It rocked back and forth; swishing the soapy water back and forth while the diapers got washed out for the first time. The baby’s diaper was so thick, that the water was just washing his diaper out and not making it too soaking wet.

The other diapers on the other hand were now soaking wet. Then about ten minutes later, the warm soapy water drained away, and some even warmer foaming diaper wash filled the tub. The foam was very, very thick, and sticky. It was leaking into my diaper, and slightly whitening the padding and doublers inside. All of the diapers were now full of the foaming diaper wash and I was getting cleaner and cleaner by the second. Then, after about fifteen minutes of the foaming diaper wash, the warm rinse water began to rush in and flow though the tub. All of the diapers were now being rinsed for the final time before they would start to break apart. The nest thing I know, the tub begins to turn slowly at a steady pace, much at the same speed as a commercial drier at a Laundromat.

Then the water stopped flowing through the tub and began filling it. Once it was full enough the final cycle began. The tub continued to turn steadily as the diapers began to slowly break apart as they bounced around in the tub. The diaper I was wearing began to break apart at the tapes. First, my right hand tapes popped off, and then the left ones. Then my diaper fell off of me and tumbled around in the water, bumping against the rubber things that were attached to the tub causing the diapers to come apart after they hit each one. The now clean disposable diapers were now wrapping themselves around my face, my legs, and my pelvis as the machine tossed them around. It wasn’t long before I noticed my diaper had large holes in the liner and the padding was slowly floating away from it. Before long all of the diapers had their padding coming out and falling to the bottom of the tub. My diaper was so thick to begin with that the machine was going to take longer to break it up into small pieces. By the time it was time for the final draining, my diaper had not completely broke apart yet. It was a padding less, liner less disposable diaper plastic back sheet with no tapes. The remains of all the diapers drained into the filters and disappeared. I was left naked and damp. Then a few minutes later, the automatic sliding door opened and the cool air filled the tub.

Then a few minutes later, the first man came and pulled me out of the tub

He then laid me down on the changing table and then went back to reloading the machine.

The blond woman came over, picked me up, and carried me over to the lab where she laid me onto another changing table. She then strapped me down then left me there to go and get the clean cloth diapers, and a white onesie from the supply closet across the room. Then she came back over to the changer and began to diaper me in the cloth diapers. Then once the diapers were fastened, the blond lab technician began to put the onesie on me, fastening the snaps in the crotch. Then she unfastened the restraint cuffs then picked me up and stood me up next to the changer. “Are you girls ready to put the babies into the diaper dirtier?” Asked the blond technician. Sure, I’m ready. But my bay has dirty diapers on already.” “Let me change her into some clean diapers before I put her in, ok?” then the red head put her baby back down onto the changer and began to changer her baby’s diaper and onesie. Once she was done changing her baby, she took the dirty diapers and tossed them into the cloth diaper pail along with the dirty onesie before lifting her baby girl up and standing her next to me.

And then it was time to take us babies over to the diaper dirtier and load us into each machine. The technicians forced us babies to waddle over to the machines on the far wall of their lab where their were six empty machines waiting for us.

In front of three of the machines, there were three grey janitorial carts full of clean, white cloth diapers and onesies.

Which machine do you want? Asked the blond tech to the redhead.

I don’t care really. You pick this time. You go first. Ok, I pick the middle one. Said the blond tech as she pushed me over to the opening of the machine.

My tech then reached under me and with one flick of her wrist, unfastened all of the snaps in my onesie. Then she forced my head and upper body into the opening of the machine. While I was bent over, she took some baby powder from her apron pocket and shook it all over my butt, in the back of my diaper, and all over the back of it on the outside. Then she put that away, and then pulled out the baby lotion that she had, and then opened it. She then began to pour it all over the back of my diaper all over my onesie and then all over the front of my diaper as she turned me around to my front.

There, now you have all of this goop all over you and your diaper. Before long, it will be stained into your diaper and you and your little clean diapers will be nice and dirty. Just right for what we are going to do to you babies after the load is done. Said my tech as she turned me back over and forced me completely into the machine.

Then, once I was in the machine, she began to load the clean cloth diapers and onesies into the machine on top of me.

“You see baby boy, these machines use the filtered water from the machines that recycle the disposable diapers. This is how the diapers get dirty. On top of that, the machines use a special chemical that dirties the diapers. The diapers you are wearing will then become

rags, ready for use in our labs. They will be used to wipe you up during a diaper change, they will be used to apply the yucky chemicals on you and then be used as disposable diaper doublers before they get turned over to the maids and janitorial staff for disposal. Now, there will be a lot of suds in the water, and the water will smell like wet disposable diapers. Then in the rinse cycle, you and these diapers will get rinsed in a chemical stain keeper and scent enhancer. Then I will take you out of here and take you down to the laundry room until they bring you back. Now, the diaper man said that they could use one of our babies to use up a whole bunch of their cloth diapers before they are taken out to the middle of nowhere and dumped off there at the cloth diaper dump. I heard that at the cloth diaper dump, the cloth diapers don’t get recycled into disposable diaper padding, instead, they are kept in piles until some one needs one or a baby needs a diaper change. These diapers are never rinsed or washed. They just hang them out to dry on a line. This is where the diapers are placed to become rags for labs or are sold to anyone who wants some. Most of the time the diapers sit in piles and don’t go anywhere except once in a while a truck comes and takes a whole bunch of them, including a baby if they are in the pile at the time, then takes them over to a place where they are flushed down toilets, never to be seen again. Now, it is time for me to put these last few diapers into this machine, and then start it. Is your diaper nice and comfortable?”

Asked my tech. “Would you like me to make you cream into your diaper before I start the machine baby?” Asked my tech. Here, let me rub the front of your diaper until you cream in it. That way, I can stain it with that too. I am going to make you as dirty as I can.

Here we are my little one, said my tech knelling down on her knees so that she could reach into the machine and rub the front of my soft cloth diaper. She started slowly at first then worked up some speed until a very intense orgasm came on causing me to cream into my diaper multiple times. After that, my tech, tossed in the last few cloth diapers before she closed the door and latched it. She then turned some knobs, set the cycles, then pushed the ‘on” button. The machine came to life, filling up with the wet diaper smelling water. Once it filled, the tub began to agitate back and forth. The dirty water began to dirty the diapers and the baby. Then the other two ladies, Began to load their babies into the machines they were standing in front of. Once their babies were loaded, they began to load the clean cloth diapers and onesies into the machine.

Once the carts were empty, they closed and latched the doors on their machines then they set the cycles then pushed the on buttons. While they waited, the three ladies prepared the toilets for their babies to be soaked and rinsed in if they came back from the laundry room still looking and smelling the same way that they came out of the diaper dirtiers.

In side of the diaper dirtier machine, I was in the soaking cycle now. The load of formerly clean cloth diapers now smelled as though they had just been freshly wet in and were even beginning to look like it too. The water was warm and a murky yellow color.

A few minutes later, some one came over to the three machines and poured in something that made the diapers stain a yellowish color and kept the diapers from becoming mildewy by making them dry up really fast once wet.

Now, the soaking cycle was about to end. The machine then began to agitate back and forth again, but this time the dirty water began to drain away and some of the chemical that some mystery person added to all of the machines, began to pour out and all over me and the load of diapers all around me. Then all of a sudden the chemicals stopped pouring in and the cycle began to speed up. In just a few minutes, the machine began to turn full revolutions. The diapers and I began to bounce around inside. Each time the diapers bounced around inside, they got a little bit more worn out looking.

Once the machine’s current cycle slowed to a stop, there was an eerie silence for a few minutes. All of the diapers were just a little damp now, and were in the process of drying up rather fast. Then, from outside the machine, a loud buzzer sounded, letting all who were in the area know that the machine was done.

Within ten minutes, the blond lab tech came over to my machine, opened the door, then pulled out a few diapers to see if they were dirty enough. After a close inspection, she began to toss the diapers and onesies back into the cart that she loaded them from.

I was the last to be unloaded from the machine.

Well, well, well, there is my dirty baby! Gosh, you smell awful now, your diaper looks and smells like you wet in it and then you were not changed for three hours afterwards.

It is now time to take you down to the laundry room to see if they can get you and the diapers all cleaned up. But first, I want to add a few extra stains in your diapers. Said my tech as she wheeled the cart across the room, through a short hallway, then through a door way and into a room where there were tiled floors and stalls that looked like showers. Here we are little baby. This is where I am going to toss you and the diapers into one of these stalls, then auto program the nozzles to dowse you and the diapers

with this yucky, slimy, diaper juice that we get when wet disposable diapers get compacted. We use this stuff to dirty diapers even further. Once you are soaked with this stuff, it stains real bad. It will hardly come out in the washers.

Ok, now, I am going to cuff you to the stall with the nozzles pointed at you and on the diapers. I will have to remove you wearing a special suit and special gloves when this is done. Then I will wheel you over to the laundry room and see if they don’t stuff you into a toilet and flush you or if they don’t stuff you and the diapers into the trash chute.

If they don’t, I will be back to pick you up, and take you out of our labs and out to

one of the flushing stalls to flush you and your diapers. There won’t be just your diapers in the toilet this time; there will be diapers from everywhere. I won’t even be the one who does the flushing or the handling of the diapers or you, I will just turn the cartload of diapers with you in it, over to a flushing team and they will do it for me.

Once you are flushed, you will be rushed through the pipes with the diapers to a waste treatment center. There, they will decide what to do with you and the diapers.

I have no idea what is in store for you and the diapers once you get there.

Said my blonde tech. Now hold still baby so that I can get you cuffed.

If you try to struggle, I will just toss on some of these other chemicals from over here on this counter. I have no idea what they are until I grab some of them and look at the labels.

This room is all about getting you and your diapers as dirty and yucky as possible.

Sometimes this room is used to dirty a baby up before the baby is tossed into a dirty diaper pile. They even rub wet diapers all over the baby.

They even do that to you at the laundry room before they wash you and the diapers.

They will do that to you before you get put into the diaper shredder too. They will also do that to you right before they insert you into the cloth diaper compactor too.

The staff members here at the plant love to be mean and dirty to the babies while they are here.

Now, there you are, here come your diapers, said my tech as she began to toss the dirty diapers into the stall. Once all of the diapers were tossed into the stall,

The tech went over to some buttons, switches, and knobs. She then programmed the chemical showerhead to come on in thirty-seconds. Then she closed the clear plastic door and latched it. She then went about the room looking for any other diapers that she could put into the cart to send to the laundry room after she was done with me.

Then all of a sudden, the showerhead began to spew a wet, slimy, stuff that splattered all over me, the diapers, and all over the stall. It came gushing out from the showerhead

At incredible rates for what seemed to be a long time. Then it stopped. The showerhead kept dripping with the wet slimy stuff as I could do nothing but stand there, cuffed to both sides of the stall wading in three feet of dirty, slimy and wet cloth diapers & onesies.

A few minutes later, the blonde lab tech came into the room wearing a white suit that covered her head to toe. She opened the stall door, and then began to load the diapers from the floor of the stall into the cart again. Once all of the diapers were loaded, she came in, uncuffed me then dragged me over to the cart and lifted me into it on top of the diapers.

Then she began to push the cart out of the room, back down the short hallway, back across the floor down a long hallway, then through a set of double doors and into another very large room where there were lots and lots of washers and driers along each wall. She continued to push the cart past the closest row of washers and driers then she turned the cart to the right, went around the corner, then she pushed the cart into a whole other part of the room where there were lots and lots of women taking carts full of diapers, onesies, baby clothes, and plastic and rubber pants over to a whole lot of super sized extra large, custom made toilets and then loading the loads from the carts into each toilet.

The lab tech pushed the cart over to where there were a lot of full carts waiting to be taken over to a toilet by one of the women when the next toilet was free.

The lab tech then left the cart there and walked back the way she came, then back into her lab to start on the next test subject.

It was a half hour before some one came up behind the cart I was in and began to push it over to one of the toilets.

The woman then pushed the cart into the stall and began to unload it into the toilet.

She was wearing latex rubber gloves when she picked me up under my arms and carried me over to the super, super large toilet bowl (that was as large as a large Jacuzzi) and lowered me into the water with my feet dangling into the drain hole.

Then she set me into the bowl on top of many, many, many diapers that she had loaded from another cart. Then she went back and began to unload the cart I used to be in, into the bowl on top of me. Once all of the diapers were loaded into the bowl, the lady came over to the toilet bowl, closed both lids and latched them shut.

Then she walked out of the stall and over to some controls and switches.

The woman flicked a couple of switches which made the screen in the drain slide into place, then the bowl fill up with some sort of weird gel. The gel smelled like fresh, new Pampers Diapers. Then, the toilet began to flush. The water in the bowl began to swirl round and round, as it pulled all of the diapers and I into the swirling water.

It swirled for at least five minutes until it drained out and refilled the bowl.

A few minutes later, the Woman came back and unloaded everything from the bowl into a very large cart. She bent over and pulled me up and out of the toilet and then tossed me on top of the load of diapers in the cart. She did a check of the toilet to be sure that she had not forgotten any diapers in the bowl, and then she pushed the cart out of the room, and into the laundry room where she stopped in front of a supper large industrial washing machine. She pulled me from the cart and loaded me into the machine first. Then she loaded all of the diapers into the washer on top of me. She then poured four different liquids into the washer before closing the door and latching it. She adjusted the controls then started the washer. She then walked away and went back to loading more diapers into the toilets. As it went in the diaper recycler, the diapers were sprayed with rushing warm water in the washing machine as it began to fill up. Once the cycle began, the diapers and I were agitated in the washer while heavy, foamy and sudsy bubbles flowed in and attempted to wash the load of diapers and I. A clear gel that gushed its way into the machine and all over the diapers and I followed the detergent. Once the goopy, slimy gel had soaked into the diapers including the one I was wearing, the machine started up again and filled up with warm rinse water. After the cycle was done, the machine slowed then stopped after the rinse water had drained away. Then a few minutes later, one of the ladies that worked in the laundry house, came and began to unload the diapers and I from the machine. Once all of the diapers and I were unloaded, she pushed the cart that she put the diapers and I into, over to a sorting and folding table. Once at the table, the lady began to pull out armloads of diapers to fold and inspect. She went through the first armload and tossed about half of the diapers into another cart that was being filled with other diapers from other loads by other ladies at the same time. The next armloads were taken out and about a quarter of those diapers were tossed into the other cart at the end of the table. And then the next to last armload was taken out and sorted through and folded.

About twelve diapers from that batch were tossed into the other cart. Now, the lady picked me out first and laid me down on the table to inspect my diaper’s condition.

“Well, looks like your diaper is white but it has a lot of dark stains in it and looks a little tattered and worn. I think you need to go into the cart with the other diapers at the end of the table. All of those diapers are going to be flushed down the toilet, or compacted. Some of the diapers are taken directly to a special cloth diapers only compactor. If there are too many loads to do at one time, they send some of the carts to the flushing room where you will be loaded into a toilet and flushed with the diapers.

Now, too bad, you were a good baby. Some one could have trained you to be their baby again. Now, you smell bad still, and your diaper looks like it can’t be washed completely clean. So now, it is time to put you into the cart.”

The lady then continued to sort the damp diapers tossing the unusable diapers into the cart on top of me. When the cart was full, one of the remaining ladies pushed it over to the flushing room and into one of the flushing stalls. Then she walked to the front of the cart and began to take arm fulls of diapers out and toss them into the absurdly large custom toilet bowl. After a few loads, the lady came up to the cart, grabbed me from under my arms, pulled me up and out then lowered me into the toilet bowl and into the water. The lady then continued to fill the bowl as full as it could be before she closed and locked the lid. She had to smash the diapers down a little so that she could close the toilet lid. The cart was almost empty now and there were about three loads left to be flushed. The Pile of wet and dry diapers that were washed was pressing snuggly against me as I soaked in the warm water in the toilet bowl. Then all of a sudden, the lady had come over and pressed the extremely large lever that flushed the toilet. As water rushed into the bowl and filled it, the diapers got real wet again then began to swirl around in the bowl. Then the diapers began to go down the drain as the water began to drain away. A couple of seconds later I began to turn around and around in the bottom of the bowl then I was sucked down the drain with diapers following right behind. Then, once I was sucked into the drain I was carried by the water into a large pipe where the diapers and I were whisked away into the larger pipe.

The rushing and gushing water that carried the diapers and I down the pipe rushed for about four hours until it emptied out into a large pool of water that had cloth diapers floating around in it. The water flowed out of the end of the large pipe and fell into the pool. I plunged into the pool and was able to swim to a part where the diapers were all gathering up once caught up in the current. The water was clear in some areas and murky in others. Then, the water from the end of the pipe stopped flowing out and dumping diapers into the pool after about two hours. All was pretty quiet for some time. I was unable to get fully out of the water but was only able to cling to a side of the giant pool.

About six hours later, after soaking in that pool for a while, the water began to drain down a chute that forced the diapers into a treatment machine. I had no idea what was in store for me or any of the diapers.

As the water rushed down the chute, it forced all of the diapers in the pool, no matter where they were, down the chute and into a stainless steel strainer. Once the strainer was full, the strainer tipped to one side and emptied the diapers and I onto a fast moving conveyor belt. The conveyor belt carried the diapers and I into a dark enclosed area. Before long, the diapers and I rushed into the light and then on each side of the belt were

Some people tossing on some old onesies, old white t-shirts, and old cloth training pants.

As the belt took the diapers and I farther away from the people working, the loads of diapers were taken upwards then dumped into a large vat that looked like a large stainless steel funnel. The funnel was pulling the diapers, onesies, old t-shirts, and old cloth training pants into a branding and stamping machine. Each article was being stamped and branded before it could be sent on to the next stage. Before long, it was my turn to be stamped and then branded. The Stamping pad came down onto my chest then went up. A second later, it came back down onto the back of my cloth diaper. Then I went down a little farther then was branded with a slightly hot automated metal rod. Once I was branded, I fell out onto another conveyor belt. The belt carried the diapers and I to a place that sprayed large amounts of a stinky chemical all over the diapers and I. It was kind of slimy and it smelled bad. The chemical had totally soaked my diaper. Then I was taken to another part that dowsed the diapers and I with a lot of a powdery substance. Then, the loads of diapers and I got shoved into some feeder brushes that were pulling the diapers, onesies, white t-shirts and old cloth training pants. The conveyor belt kept shoving me against the feeder brushes as the loads of cloth items were taken in. Then before I knew it, the feeder brushes had caught me by the front of my diaper and was reeling me in slowly. Then, the feeders began to work their way over my diapered butt, then over my back then my head. Once I was in this thing, my diaper and I were fed into a chute that led straight into a diaper grinder. Each item was falling into the blades and was being

Slowly ground up into disposable fluff. I was forced into the chute butt first with my legs forced into the air. Before I could do anything, the grinder had caught my diaper at the leg and had pulled it into the blades. The blades began to shred my diaper right off of me tearing at it little by little. It seemed that I could not move an inch while my diaper was processed. Before long, I had no diaper on at all. Then all of a sudden I was shoved out of the shredder and down into a shreddings bin. The bin was kind of deep and was full of bits of cotton and cloth. The elastics from Training pants and t-shirts ended up there too.

Before long, some one came over to the machine to empty the bin.

The bin was removed and set aside. I was then lifted out and carried straight over to a nurse’s office for a full examination. Once I was brought inside, I was taken over to a padded table with a large dirty cloth diaper spread out on it and forced to lie down.

Then I was strapped down and locked into arm and leg cuffs. Then I was left there until one of the nurses came over and stood over me.

About five minutes later, a very nice looking nurse came over and stood on my right side holding a clipboard. She also had an assistant that did all of the diaper changes.

As the nurse looked me over and even took hold of my privates for a good look,

Her assistant began to get the next diaper I was going to wear, ready to put on me.

Then, the nurse walked away as her assistant came over with a cloth diaper, a pair of old cloth training pants to go on over. The assistant lifted my butt so that she could slide the cloth diaper under me. Then she folded it so that it was nice and bulky between my legs.

Then she pulled on a pair of cloth training pants over my diaper. Then she made sure that the training pants were comfortable enough that my cloth diaper poked out from the waistband and my leg holes. Then she left and I was left restrained to the padded table.

Before long, a man with a white lab coat on came into the room with an assistant. His assistant went over to each table and unfastened the restraints for each baby including me. Then the assistant brought the babies over to the man who loaded us all into a custom stroller that had seats behind each other, enough to fit six babies in one stroller.

Once we were all strapped into our seats, the assistant rolled the stroller out of the room and down a long hall then out of a pair of metal double doors then outside to a white bus with the picture of a baby in a diaper on it with a red circle and a line through it.

I couldn’t read what the symbols meant because it was in another language.

I was unbuckled from my seat and carried onto the bus and strapped into a seat.

Then the driver of the bus got on and took his seat. Then the man with the white lab coat and his assistant got on and took their seats near the back of the bus.

The driver started the bus then closed the door. Then the driver drove off.

He drove for quite some time before turning down some dirt road in the middle of nowhere. The dirt road was long and dusty as we traveled along it. Then about six miles later, the bus crossed over a cattlegaurd then up to a gate with a guard shack. The Security Guard asked for ID and the driver showed his. Then the guard let the driver through the gate and then the driver drove the bus up to a large four-story building.

The driver drove around to the delivery entrance that was enclosed by a tall metal fence and a cinderblock wall. Then, once he was close to the door, He parked the bus, turned the engine off and opened the door. Then, each baby was unbelted, and carried off of the bus through a metal door, and into a large nursery with large cribs, in one side of the nursery and some chutes with the ends sticking out of the floor to each one. There was a marking on each one but again it was in another language. The nursery was in a large office building.

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