My Diaper Story Page

Diaper School days

One day, I woke up from a sound sleep to find that my mother was standing
Over me, ready to pull back the covers and change my diaper. She had just come into my room; to wake me up, get me dressed and ready because she said that I was going to a new school this year. "Good morning, my baby boy!" "Did you sleep well? let your mommy take a looksy into your diaper. Yep, this diaper definitely needs changing." Then mommy goes over to my dresser, opens up the second drawer, pulls out a clean disposable diaper then shuts the drawer. She then opens up one of the smaller top drawers, and pulls out six soft, clean, cloth diapers. She then brings all of this over to me. She lays the folded cloth diapers
down on the bed at my right side. Then she unfolds the disposable diaper and lays it open between my thighs. Then she put the first of the cloth diapers into the disposable diaper. She placed the second cloth diaper in the back half then placed the third cloth diaper up in front. Then she placed the fourth cloth diaper in the back half, overlapping the third diaper. She did this until all of the cloth diapers were laid into the disposable diaper. Mommy had unfolded the cloth diaper wings at the back and at the front before reaching over to the top of the dresser and getting the baby powder. She sprinkled a liberal amount into the diapers before putting the powder back down on the dresser top.
Then she lifted my bottom up enough so as to slide the diapers underneath me.
Then she pulled the very thick and bulky diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes.
Come on, it's time to get you all dressed up for your first day at your new school.
The school that I am registering you in, is just for big kids who need to wear diapers......like you! The staff there will change your diapers, bottle or breast feed you, spoon feed you solid foods, dress you in very babyish clothes, and play babyish games with you. There are lots of toys there, for you to play with too. Explained Mommy as she dressed me for school.
There is always lots of stuff going on there. Lots of stuff for a little baby boy......like you, to do. Said mommy as she put my pants on.
The Best thing about the school is......... they have their own big baby clothes!
They have rompers, onesies, plastic and rubber pants, lots of shorts of different colors, and lots and lots of t-shirts for a baby boy to wear.
They do however, have very progressive punishments there.
In the brochure, it says that there is wet diaper punishments, diaper pail time-outs, just to name a few. If I were you...........I would be on your best behavior.
Now.....baby, no matter what, You will go to this school and stay there all year long so that mommy can go to work and make some money for us. Said mommy, putting my shoes on. Here, once I have finished getting your shoes tied, I am going to carry these two suitcases to the car. Then I will come back for you. I will then walk you to the car; strap you into your seat before it's time to leave. I don't want you to try to run away or anything like that...ok Baby? Said Mommy as she finished tying my shoes. Then, mommy stood up, went over to the closet where
the suitcases were, and began to carry them out to the car. Mommy was gone
for just a few minutes before she came back to get me.
Let's get you out to the car now and get you safely belted in, ok? Said mommy as she grabbed my hand and led me to the car. Then, when mommy was done belting me in to my seat, she shut my door, open hers, got into the driver's seat and shut the door. She started the car, then put the car in gear before pulling out of the driveway. She drove out into the busy streets of the city, in the middle of morning traffic. She got onto the busy freeway to hopefully get me to my new school just a little faster. It took about an hour for us to get through the busy daytime traffic. Once we were through, it only took a few minutes before mommy got off of the freeway and headed out into a rural area where there weren't that many houses or businesses. She then turned down a street that turned into a dirt road before it led us straight across a cattle guard and onto an old ranch style school, far and away from everything. The school was an Old Spanish style ranch house with Arched doorways and a bell above the main entry arch.
Mommy parked the car, got out, opened my door, and unbuckled my seatbelt got me out of the car before she walked to the trunk, opened it up and took out my suitcases. She carried my suitcases to the main office in the front of the school.
Once we both were inside, we were greeted by the receptionist who took my suitcases and put them down next to the door to the admissions office. Then, mommy signed some papers that the receptionist put in front of her. Then, when she was done, she turned around and knelt down to me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. I love you my cute little baby. I will see you in June, for about a month. Just remember now,.............................................Mommy really, really loves you! be a good boy, ok? Mommy has to leave now, bye-bye my precious. Said mommy as she stood up and walked out of the door, got into her car and left.
The receptionist came up to me and held out her hand for me to take hold of, so that she could take me behind the reception desk and over to the admissions office. The receptionist knocked on the door then opened it. She then led me into the office where an older woman dressed like a nurse was standing next to a changing table, motioning for the receptionist to bring me over there so that I could be lifted onto it and strapped down.
Hey, Audrey, could you open the baby's suitcases and inventory everything for me? I'd really appreciate it very much. Said the Admissions nurse as she finished
strapping me down to the diaper-changing table.
Hey there little baby? My name is Claire. I am the admissions nurse. I am going to
give you a baby version of a physical. I am going to have to strip you down to your diaper first, before I have Audrey carry your clothes over to the laundry chute. Here at diaper school, you will be wearing only the clothes that we provide.
Explained Claire. Now, there we are. I could see that your mommy diapered you very well. This is definitely a very thick diaper. Said Claire as she dropped my pants in the middle of the room, in a pile. First thing I am going to have to check, is your diaper. Is your diaper-wet baby?? Said Clair as she untaped the diaper and laid it open flat. Now that really IS a thick diaper! How many cloth diapers did your mommy put into this disposable diaper? This diaper is still fresh and dry. Lucky for you, you have this thick diaper to wear. You are going to need it where you are going. Said Claire examining my diaper. Well now, time to get your diaper taped back on you. oops-a-daisy, there you go. Now be a good boy for a minute while I get the ear thermometer ready, OK sweety? Said Claire going to get the thermometer. Here we are. This won't hurt a bit. That a boy...............Good. There, all done. Now I have to give you this cup full of Milk that has a special medicine in it that will make you wet more and more often. That is what we want from you.
Then once you drink this all up, I will call and have some one come and pick you up. I will be seeing you every day so that I can give you your medicine.
Here you go, drink this all gone, Ok? Said Claire giving me the cup full of milk and medicine. Are you all done with your milk, baby?? Let me see! That-a boy. Now I will call and have someone come and take you to the diaper training room. Your new diaper nanny will sure be glad to have a new boy toy to play with!! Said Claire seriously. Hello....... Lauren?............I have a baby up here for you. He won't be needing a diaper change for a little while. His diaper is very, very thick. You will see just how thick it really is when you get here. ...................Ok, see you then......Bye-bye. Said Claire, turning to me so as to explain to me what is happening. Your new nanny will be here in just a few minutes to pick you up and take you to the diaper-training nursery. Just wait until she sees just how thick your diaper is. Would you like a bottle full of some chocolate milk....Baby?? Here you go. Said Claire giving me a rather large bottle of cold chocolate milk from the little refrigerator by the diaper-changing table. Just then, Lauren walks into the admissions office. She walks right over to the changing table and stares at just how thick my diaper is. How amazing! Just how is the baby supposed to walk with a diaper that thick! He can't hardly close his legs together!! Well, I guess I will have to carry him, won't I? Well, little baby, let me undo these straps so that I can carry you. oops, there we are. Up you go. See you later Claire, thanks. Said my new nanny as she carried me out of the office, through the front door, and then to the right of the office before going right again. Then she carried me down a long hallway, down a short flight of stairs and then she turned to the left before she opened a door and brought me into a large nursery with lots of cribs, lots of changing tables-one changing table near each crib, and two diaper pails next to each changing table. Nanny went over to one of the cribs closest to the back wall, and laid me inside. She then made sure that the side was up and locked. She then walked away so that she could gather up some clean, fresh disposable diapers, and a fifty-pound bag of large sized, clean cloth diapers. She then brought all of that over to the changing table where she began to organize all of the diapers under the changer. When she was done, nanny left the room and closed the door. There were four Nursery Techs on duty that day. The Techs were whispering among them selves, writing things down on training plans that belonged to each baby in the room, and planning out ways to punish a bad baby as per the rules and regulations at the school.
My Tech was planning on using me to teach and train other techs, teachers, and staff members. She wanted to know if it was all right to put me down the trash chute or the laundry chute at any time during my stay. She also wanted to soak my diapered bottom in the toilet when my diaper was wet. *
On my treatment plan, she wrote down instructions to all staff members on how and where to soak and rinse me and my cloth diapers, how to punish me and where I should go when I’m punished, and how I should be dressed when at school and off school grounds. (On outings and field trips) When she was done writing my treatment plan, it was time to wake me up from my nap. My Tech came over to my crib, gently woke me, and once I was awake, she helped me down from my crib and took me over to get my diaper changed. My tech helped me up onto the changing table and then strapped me down for my safety.
Then she took up a position between my legs. She then reached over and began to untape my diaper. When she was done unfastening my diaper, she opened up and saw that my diaper was very, very wet.
Wow, your diaper IS very, very wet. What a GOOD boy!!!
Now, it’s time to change your diaper. Said my tech as she lifted my bottom so as to pull the diaper from under me. She then went over to one of the two diaper pails next to my changer, and emptied out the cloth diapers from inside the disposable diaper.
Then she just tossed the open, unrolled, and unwrapped disposable diaper into the Rubbermaid trashcan next to the diaper pails. Then she came back over to the changer and reached underneath it, into the cabinet below to get a cloth diaper and a pair of plastic pants. She then grabbed a set of diaper pins and then rose up and put the diapering stuff on the changer. She then took the cloth diaper, which was very, very thick to begin with, and then lifted my bottom up so that she could slide the diaper underneath me. Then she folded it so that she could bring it between my legs and fasten it with the pins.
It took her a few minutes to get my diaper fastened with the pins.
When she was done, she grabbed the plastic pants, and put them on me, putting each leg through each leg hole and then pulling them up and over my diaper.
Once she was done, She unstrapped me and helped me down from the changer. She went over to a closet and opened the door.
She went in and got out a onesie for me to wear. She then put it on me, fastening the snaps with her expert fingers. She then took me over to the kitchen where all of the other babies where getting put into their highchairs and prepared to eat.
When everyone was done eating, all of the babies were taken out of their highchairs, and led outside to go and play…all except a little girl dressed in a cloth diaper, rumba rubber pants, and a white t-shirt………and me. We were led up three flights of stairs and around a corner, through a long hall and then around another corner then into a large room. The rooms had three changing tables with restraints on them, two exam tables with restraints on them, six diaper pails full of previously wet but now dry, cloth diapers, onesies and plastic pants. The room also had four 32 gallon sized Rubbermaid trashcans that were full of unrolled, unwrapped disposable diapers. Two of the trashcans had labels on them that read: “For wet diapers only”. There was a door that led to another room that had six of the largest sized toilets I had ever seen, against one wall, and six washers and driers against the other wall. The toilets had very, very, very, very large sized holes in the bottoms of the toilets. So large in fact, that I could fit down the hole if I was put into the bowl. The bowls were big enough for me to fit into and deep enough that the water would come up to my chest if I were to sit in one of them. The little girl was led to one of the changers and then was strapped down while she protested. Once she was strapped down, her tech gave her a shot of a sleeping medicine. In just a few minutes, she passed out and went to sleep. I was led to the changer next to the girl and was also strapped down. I protested and tried to
get out of the restraints but it was no use. My tech then gave me a shot of sleeping medicine, and before long, I too was fast asleep. About six hours later, I awoke to some man who was wearing a white lab coat, some latex gloves, and was wiping some experimental lotion on me. He was wiping the cold, wet, lotion on my chest, then on my abdomen. Then, he stepped away for a moment so that one of his assistants could remove my plastic pants. Could you remove the baby’s plastic pants for me? Asked the man in the white coat. Sure, just a moment. The assistant came over and took the plastic pants off and tossed them into one of the diaper pails then stepped away. The man with the white coat came back over to me and started to smear something on my diaper. I was kind of like a creamy stuff that looked like diaper rash cream almost. When he was done, he stepped away for a second to put the cream away and grab a beaker full of a blue substance. He came over and then told me:
Don’t worry baby…this won’t hurt a bit. He then poured the liquid from the beaker all over my diaper and I. It was kind of syrupy and runny, yet sticky too. My diaper began to foam up with white bubbly foam rising out of it. Then the blue liquid was poured all over my chest. It began to sizzle and foam up. Then it began to smell like a detergent mixed with hydrogen peroxide.
It really smelled bad. Then the man left my side once more to put the beaker away, and get another beaker full of a reddish /pinkish liquid. He then came back over to me and held the beaker over my diaper. As he began to pour it all over the front and down my crotch, the diaper began to absorb the liquid rapidly. Then my diaper began to droop with heaviness as he finished pouring the liquid onto my diaper. After he was done, he stepped away and then went over to the girl who was still asleep. He got the cream from the counter between our changers and then went over to the girl to put it on her. The man asked his assistant to remove the girl’s t-shirt first. Could you remove her shirt so that I can put this cream on her? Said the man to his assistant. Sure, just a second. The assistant went over to the girl and took her shirt off, tossing it into one of the trashcans. Then, when she was through,
The man went over to the girl and began to wipe the cream on her. Then the man got to the point where he needed to have the girl’s plastic pants removed. Could you remove the baby’s plastic pants for me? Asked the man. No problem, hold on! Said his assistant. She then went right over and took off the girl’s plastic pants, tossing them into the trashcan that she threw the girl’s shirt into. Then the man went over to the counter that was between the changers and got a beaker full of a clear syrupy liquid. Once it touched her diaper, the liquid began to run all over
the front of her cloth diaper, then dripping down the middle, between her legs. The liquid then slowly began to foam up into
a lathery white foam, like shaving cream, that was slowly eating away at the surface of the girl’s diaper.
Darn!!!!!! I made this stuff TOO strong!!! I think I have to add a little more gel base. Let me try that blue chemical and see how that works. Said the man in the coat. He then put the beaker with the clear liquid down on the counter and grabbed the one with the blue liquid in it. He then began to pour it all over the baby girl and her diaper, rubbing it into the front and middle.
There, let that soak in for a few minutes while I go and check the boy’s diaper. The man then walked around the counter to the other side so that he could look at my diaper’s condition.
My diaper had turned a dirty color of brown and was getting kind of soft. The man rubbed his open palm all over the front of my diaper, to see if my diaper was ready.
It worked! The boy’s diaper is a lot softer than it was before and
It is even older looking than it was before. This stuff actually aged his diaper at least two years. It stretched out all of the fibers, it stained it, and it softened it. Now, I now have to test out the diaper deodorizing foam, and the new detergent that I invented for older diapers, on these dirty, old diapers. I need to see if older diapers will fall apart when these chemicals are applied to them. Before I test my new detergent, I want to test
this new invention of mine. It is a diaper conditioner that you pour into the washing machine or wherever you soak the diapers.
It makes newer diapers softer and more absorbent. I haven’t tested it on any diapers or fabric yet so this will be its trial run.
I sure hope that it works. Said the man in the coat talking to his assistant.
Just then, the man’s assistant came up to me and gave me a bottle with milk in it. The milk had a funny taste to it. I thought it might be powdered milk since I hadn’t had it before. I began to drink it as though I had not had anything to drink for a couple of hours. My throat was dry and this seemed like just the thing.
Fifteen minutes later, my diaper was wet. Then another fifteen minutes later I wet it again. By now, my diaper was soaked and was in need of being changed. The man then walked around to the other side of the counter and over to the baby girl. She was still asleep. The man took another look at the girl’s diaper and found that the surface of her diaper had been eaten up pretty bad. It looked like a rag now.
I want you to take this baby girl over and soak her in one of the toilets for a while, to dilute the chemical that ate her diaper up so badly. I also want you to soak the diapers in the first two diaper pails while you’re at it. Add my conditioner to the water in the bowl after you’ve loaded the bowl up with the diapers and the girl. Ordered the man. Then the assistant went over to the girl and began to unstrap her from the changer. Once the girl was unstrapped, the lady dragged the sleeping girl over to one of the toilets and sat her into the bowl, bottom first, and so that she was facing the front. The girls feet were dangling from the rim of the toilet bowl as the lady assistant went over to the diaper pails that had old, formerly wet cloth diapers in them, and carried each one over to the side of the toilet bowl. Once she had carried the last of the two pails over to the toilet, she opened the lids and poured in the first load of diapers and onesies.
The diapers tumbled out and spilled onto the baby girl, covering her with the smelly old, formerly wet cloth diapers.
Then the lady poured in the second load of formerly wet cloth diapers and dirty onesies, turning her head so not to smell the wetness that was coming from the diapers in the pail as they spilled out into the toilet bowl on top of the baby girl. Then, the lady went over to the counter, in the main room, and got plastic container full of a yellow liquid and a box of diaper safe detergent. She then walked back across the room, then into the
room where the toilets were. She then put the box of detergent down on the floor next to the toilet bowl. Then she opened up the plastic container and poured about half of it into the bowl and all over the baby girl. Then she closed the container and set it down next to the box of detergent.
Then she opened the box of detergent and grabbed the scoop that was inside. She then scooped up an over flowing scoop of detergent and poured it into the bowl. Then she dropped the scoop back into the box and then reached down and put the girl’s feet into the bowl. She then reached up and closed the lid of the toilet then she locked it with a special latch. She then walked away. Meanwhile, the man in the coat had come back over to me
Holding the beaker of clear liquid in his hand. He then proceeded to pour it onto my dirty, stained up diaper and all over me.
The liquid began to foam up a lot as it soaked into my diaper.
It made my diaper really sticky and smelly. Then after he was done pouring the liquid all over my diaper, he rubbed it in with his latex gloved hand. Then he stood back for a moment and waited for the results. In just a few minutes, my diaper looked as if it were used as a rag. The liquid had eaten my diaper up too.
I still don’t have it right yet!!!!!!!!!! I wonder what I did wrong?!
Well, it looks like the boy is ready for his bath in the toilet. When the babies are soaking, you can either flush them down the toilet, or you can take them and their diapers out, dry them, and then put them all down the trash chute. Your choice. If you choose to dispose of them down the chute, please make sure and empty all of the trash cans over there for me, ok? Said the man in the coat. Then the lady assistant came over to me and began to unstrap me. When she was done, she dragged me over to the toilet next to the one the girl was in and put me into the bowl feet first, facing the really, really, really, large, over-sized tank.
As I laid against the rim of the bowl, with my feet part way down the hole, the lady came over carrying the first of three pails full of formerly wet diapers. She opened the lid and began to pour the diapers out on top of me. The diapers spilled out into my lap and then covered me. Then she put the first pail down and went to get the second one. She returned carrying the next load of old wet diapers. She opened the pail up and dumped its contents all over me. The diapers landed on my head, on my lap and sunk into the bowl all around me. Then she put that pail down and then went to get the last one. She returned quickly and poured the next load of diapers all over me. Now the load of diapers reached up just past my eyes. She then put the pail down and then went to get the conditioner and the detergent from next to the girl’s bowl. She then came over to my bowl carrying the detergent and the plastic container. She set the box of detergent down beside my bowl and then opened the plastic container. She poured the syrupy liquid conditioner all over the diapers and I. Then she dropped the empty container to the floor and grabbed the scoop in the detergent box. She scooped out a lot and then began to pour it all over the diapers and I. She then reached up to close the lid and she latches it, so that I couldn’t get out.
Then she walked away. It must have been an hour or two when the lady came back into the room where the toilets were.
The lady went over to the toilet that the girl was in and raised the lid to get a look at what condition the diapers were in.
She looked over her shoulder and then asked the man in the coat if he wanted to see the diapers before she disposed of them.
Do you want to see how your conditioner worked or didn’t work before I dispose of these diapers? These diapers look like rags.
They’re all torn up and frayed. I think that your conditioner didn’t work that well. The diapers still look all stained up! What should I do with the diapers in here? Asked the lady. I want you to take all of the diapers that are in her bowl and put them into the drier along with all of the diapers from the boy’s toilet. Then I want you to diaper the both of them in disposable diapers and then toss them and all of the cloth diapers, down the trash chute. Then I want you to empty out all of the trashcans with the wet disposable diapers in them.
I also want all of the babies clothes tossed as well.
Instructed the man. No problem. I’ll get right on it. Said the lady assistant.
Then the lady went over to the toilet that the girl was soaking in, and began to take the soaking, wet diapers out of the toilet and put them into one of the driers across from the toilet, on the other wall. Once all of the diapers were taken out of the toilet, the lady pulled the girl out of the toilet and laid her down on the floor, to remove her cloth diaper. Then when she was done taking the girl’s diaper off, she tossed it into the drier and closed the door, then started the drier. She then came back over to the naked girl and dragged her over to a changer to put a disposable diaper on the girl for now, until the diapers were dry. After the assistant strapped the little girl down to the changer, she went back over to the toilet where I was soaking and opened up the lid. She then began to take the wet cloth diapers out and put them directly into a drier. Then when she came to me, she pulled me out, stood me up, and took my diaper off. She then tossed it into the drier. Then she pulled me over to the changer next to the girl. She hoisted me up onto the changer and strapped me down. She then pulled out a disposable diaper and some diaper doublers/absorbency inserts. She opened the diaper up and began to place the inserts/doublers into the diaper in front and back. Then she lifted my bottom up and slid the diaper under me and then pulled the diaper up between my legs. She then fastened the tapes on each side before going back over to the toilet and putting the rest of the diapers into the drier before shutting the door and starting the machine. The little girl and I laid there, strapped to the changers for some time before the assistant and one other lady came over to us and began to undo the straps. The other lady came over to me, and unstrapped me from the changer, pulled me up to a sitting position, then took me down off of the changer. She then led me over to the garbage chute. The lady then opened the sliding door. Then she waited until the assistant brought the little girl over and hoisted her into the chute before bringing the first of the four trash cans full of disposable diapers over to the chute and dumping the diapers into the chute. Then, The assistant put the first 32-gallon trashcan down, and then went back to get another full can to dump into the chute, on top of the baby girl. Then the assistant put that can down and then went back over to the drier where the girl’s cloth diapers were, and began to unload the drier. Once she was done, she brought the cloth diapers over to the chute and put them all in. Then the assistant closed the sliding door down and latched it. Then she pushed a button and I could hear the girl and all of her diapers going down the chute. Then a light buzzer sounded and the assistant opened the sliding door again.
This time, the assistant waited with me while the other lady went around and collected my cloth diapers from the drier. She then brought the cloth diapers over to the chute and shoved them in before going over to the last two trashcans. She brought the first one over, took off the lid, raised the can, and tipped it over so that the disposable diapers could spill out into the chute. Then she put the can down and then went back to get the other one.
While she did that, the assistant grabbed me from under my arms, lifted me into the air, and then shoved me into the chute, on top of the loads of diapers. Just as the assistant turned around, the other lady was ready to empty the last of the trashcans into the chute. The diapers spilled out all over me, and fell all around me. Then just before the sliding door was shut, the man in the lab coat told the two ladies to go ahead and toss in the rest of the six diaper pails. So, the door was raised all of the way again as the first two pails were brought over and dumped into the chute. Now the chute was quite full. Then, the assistant closed and latched the rolling door. Then the flat spot dropped down to a 90-degree angle to match the rest of the chute. Then, the load of diapers and I began to slowly slide down the chute, as the chute turned and twisted its way down to the compactor where the girl and the first load of diapers had been waiting.
The diapers and I spilled out and into the hopper that had at least one-inch thick enclosed sides all around it. The enclosure had an access door on one side that allowed more trash to be dumped inside. I lay there, inside the hopper, covered with my diapers, unable to move very much. The little girl laid there flat on her back, with cloth diapers underneath her, all around her and half covered with open disposable diapers. The little girl began to wake up and try to squirm a little. She whimpered a little, and then opened her eyes. She looked around. I was looking right at her as she looked around to try and figure out where she was and how she got there. Just then, the access door opened and the contents from a large trashcan were dumped in. Then another trashcan was dumped in. the some opened leftover packages of some generic disposable diapers were thrown in. Then, a large, full bag of worn-but-not-wet disposable diapers was thrown in.
Then, some disposable diapers with cloth diapers inside of them, were thrown in one by one. Some of them were rolled up, and some of them were unrolled and unwrapped. Then some baby clothes were tossed in. Some onesies, some footed sleepers, some pants with the snaps in the crotch, some old cloth training pants, and about twenty old white t-shirts.
Then the door was swung closed and latched. It was getting on towards evening now, and the shadows were falling onto the compactor. About four people, two men, and two women, came over to the compactor and opened the door. One of the women came over to the compactor and climbed up so that she could reach me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her. Then she brushed the diapers that were covering me, aside for a moment so that she could unfasten my diaper. She opened my diaper so that it lay flat, as flat as it could given the circumstances, and saw that I was wearing a disposable diaper with doublers in side of it. She decided to make my diaper even thicker. She stepped down from the side for a minute so that she could rummage around in the load of diapers that was brought down for disposal, for some large cloth diapers. She found six large cloth diapers and then she climbed back up so that she could put them into my diaper. She laid the diapers down next to me for a minute while she took a diaper from the top and began to fold it so that it wouldn’t show through my leg elastics in my disposable diaper. She did this for the three in the front, overlapping each cloth diaper, over each one. Then she lifted my bottom and put the fourth cloth diaper under me. She did this for the fifth and the sixth diaper too, just like the ones in the front.
Then she pulled the front of my diaper back up and taped it back on me as tightly as it could be before finding the little girl in the load of diapers. The woman pulled the little girl over close to her so that she could check on the little girl’s diaper too. The woman then unfastened the tapes on the little girl’s diaper and then laid the diaper open flat while she inspected the diaper for signs of wetness and thickness. She then got back down from the compactor and got six more cloth diapers from the cart she had brought with her. Then she climbed back up and began to place the diapers into the little girl’s diaper, just as she had done to me. When she had refastened the little girl’s diaper, the woman stepped down and away from the compactor for another minute so that she could give each of us a couple of bottles full of the liquid that made us wet our diapers more. She then stepped back up and gave the bottles to each of us before she got back down from the compactor. Then the other woman that was dressed in a maid’s outfit and the two men, that had brown jump suits on, came up to the side of the compactor and began to load the clean cloth diapers, more wet disposable diapers, and my clothes that mommy had brought with me to the school. Then, after they were done tossing their loads into the compactor, the lady came back over to get the bottles from us. Then the steel door was swung shut and latched from the outside, until the compactor was powered up. Then it took a few minutes to warm up, but after a short while, the compactor began to move. It started to push all of the stuff that was in the hopper area, into the back of the compactor container that already had diapers and other stuff, from other loads. The diapers and stuff started to bunch up, tumble, and twist as the compactor pushed the loads of diaper trash and the girl and I into the container. Once the load was mostly into the container, my diaper began to bunch up and buckle between my legs, as I was smashed against the diapers. The little girl’s diaper had come unfastened on one side and the tapes were now stuck to another disposable diaper’s plastic side. The cloth diapers that were in the little girl’s disposable were being pushed out to the open side of her diaper. The compactor kept advancing into the container, smashing the diapers as it went. Then, the compactor, stopped and then reversed, returning to it’s starting position. Then the side metal door swung open again and some more diapers were tossed in by the bag full. Then a small load of trash bags, that had leg holes and elastic at the leg holes, was tossed in. Then a large load of brand-new cloth diapers that were still in their packages, were tossed in. The purchase dates said that they had been bought back in 1976. The packages had a little dust on them. Then some old onesies, some plastic pants, some white soccer style shorts and some xxlarge white t-shirts with stains all down the front of them, were tossed in. then some old boxes full of some really old style disposable diapers, were tossed in. One of the men tossed in about eight boxes, and two arm loads of old, tattered diaper-service cloth diapers. Then the door swung closed and was latched, then locked for the night. Every evening, the compactor was loaded up and ran for about an hour, before it was powered down and locked up for the night.
The little girl and I were able to move around a little. The little girl couldn’t move that much or her cloth diapers would fall out and her disposable would fall down one leg. I wiggled out of the tightly packed diapers so that I could roam around in the compactor while it was off. I climbed back out to the hopper area, where the loads of old cloth diapers and onesies were. Just then, some more disposable diapers came crashing down the chute and into the hopper, falling all around me in a heap. The disposable diapers had four cloth diapers folded up inside, and some still were clean and had scented baby powder in them.
Then there were some that had wet spots in them but were not that dirty. Then there were some modified disposable baby diapers that were taped front to back with masking tape and had some extra long tapes taped to the original tape tabs, so that they would reach around to the front of the diaper. Then a fifty- pound load of wet and clean cloth diapers, footed sleepers, plastic pants, and twenty of the nighttime thick xxlarge cloth diapers that had been used as changing pads, came tumbling down the chute, landing into the hopper all over me. Just then, the compactor auto powered up, and within a short while, the compactor started up. It began to push the loads of diapers and I into the container. I couldn’t sit up right and was forced to lie down on my back as the compactor slid me into the container. As I was slid into the container, my legs were forced apart by the compactor smashing me against my load of diapers from before.
As my legs spread farther and farther apart, the loads of diapers were being smashed against my crotch, causing my diaper to buckle up and finally, burst open on my right side. The compactor just kept smashing the diapers and I tighter and tighter. Then it stopped. It didn’t reverse at all. Then it auto powered down for the night as I tried to settle in for a long night. I must have fallen asleep for the night because before long, a loud truck pulled up close to the compactor. Then in just a few minutes, the engine
Of the truck began to race as the compactor container was unhooked from the station and pulled up onto the back of the truck and tied down. Then, a metal door that was attached to the container closed so that none of the load fell out onto the roadway during transport. Then the engine of the truck stopped racing and went back to idol speed as the two men climbed back into the truck. Then with a jerk, the truck began to take off. It was a very bumpy ride for the hour or so it took to get to the dumping site. The truck stopped at the gate of the dump, to get weighed in, then it took off again. The dirt road was very bumpy, as it climbed up and up the hill towards the very, very back of the privately owned dump. The truck drove down the hill then it climbed up a winding dirt road to the top of another hill that was the highest one there. Then it drove down that hill and turned right as it descended down the hill to the bottom. Then it drove a little longer, before it slowed down and stopped for a second. The truck was weighed again and then it drove for a short few minutes until it pulled up, stopped and then backed up for a short second. Then the truck was put in park and the two men got out and came around to the back to open the large four-inch steel rear container doors. The light and the cool air came rushing in as the truck tipped the container so as to empty out all of the trash onto a 100-foot pile of diaper trash. The loads of diapers began to spill out onto the ground, tumbling and rolling onto the pile that was in back of the truck. Before long, I began to slide down the floor of the container and fall out onto the pile and then I was covered with diapers, onesies, footed sleepers, and a lot of cloth and disposable diapers. Then, between diapers, the little girl slid out and fell onto the pile of diapers then rolled down to the ground, covered with diapers. Then, the container was empty and the container was tipped upright and the rear doors were closed and latched again. Then the two men got back into the truck and drove away. The sun was just coming up as we lay in the pile of diapers, waiting for what was to come next.
About three hours go by and no one had come over to see if there were any babies in the load of diapers. So, I was curious enough to get up and wiggle out of the diaper pile. I waddled a little ways away from the pile and still saw nothing but tall mounds of diaper trash at every turn. Just then, as I was just waddling past one of the larger piles, a security cart came by and stopped. One of the security officers came over to me, grabbed my arm and brought me over to the cart and made me sit down on the back seat. My diaper had come undone on the right side and was in need of either refastening or changing. I was driven over to a large building that was farther down from the pile I was on. The security officer entered the building then stopped short. He got out and came around to where I was sitting. He grabbed my hand
And forced me to come with him as he brought me farther into the building and over to an office. The security officer then opened the office door, and dragged me into the office before closing the door behind him.
I found this baby waddling around out there near the new piles of diaper trash. Should I have left him in the new pile or is this where I should bring him? Asked the security guard.
Yea, this is where you should bring any and all other babies that you find out there in the future. Said the receptionist getting up, coming through the little double-hinged door that separated the front of the desk from the receptionist. The receptionist then came right over to me and took my hand. She then led me through the little door, and over to another door. She opened the door and took me down a flight of stairs then down to the basement. She then led me down a long hall and over to a door that said Nursery on it. She opened the door and led me in.
Security found this baby wandering around our dump. I’m going to leave him here. I noticed that he has a very, very thick diaper on and it has come untapped on the right side. Um, here you go.
Then the receptionist left the room and went back to her desk upstairs. A large blond woman that had very muscular arms and legs came over to me and picked me up, carried me over to a changing table and laid me down. She unfastened the left tapes on my diapers and laid it open flat. She looked at the six cloth diapers that were in my disposable diaper and noticed that they were still dry. She decided to take the cloth diapers out and put them on my chest while she changed my diaper. She then pulled the disposable diaper out from under me then tossed it onto the floor, in the corner, where there was a pile forming.
She then went over to a cabinet, opened it up, leaned down and got a disposable diaper, some baby powder, and then she brought it over to me. The blond woman then put the powder on the little table that was beside the changer. She then took up position between my legs. The woman then opened the disposable diaper up and slid it under me. She then took the cloth diapers that she put on my chest and replaced them into the new disposable diaper, as they were in the old one. She then grabbed the baby powder and shook a lot of it into my diapers before putting the powder down. She then grabbed the front wings and pulled the diapers up between my legs. She then fastened the left tapes and then the right tapes before pulling me up into a sitting position. She then helped me down from the changer and led me out of the nursery, back upstairs, back through the office, through the front door and into the warehouse building where there were people taking loads of diapers from the piles and sorting through them, separating the cloth items from the disposable diapers. The cloth diapers were being put into a laundry cart on wheels and then taken somewhere to be washed rinsed and then dried before being resorted for shredding or flushing down the special toilets. The disposable diapers were being put into another set of carts that were being taken to the lab, so that the lab could use them for their testing. After the lab was dome with them, the diapers were taken over to a big, deep hole in the ground and dumped in and left there. Still, some of the disposable diapers were bagged up and taken over to the diaper recyclers. The diaper recyclers will put the diapers into a washing machine like machine, and washed and broken up into little separate pieces, so that the plastic could be shipped to a diaper factory to be reused as diaper plastic or it would be sold to a plastic molding company to be made into siding for houses. Then the paper part of the diaper would be sold to a filter company so that it would be used in oil and air filters.
I was led past the sorting area, where everyone looked at my thickly diapered bottom and raised an eyebrow as I crinkled by.
I was then led through the middle of the dump, past very tall piles of mixed diaper trash that hadn’t been sorted yet. The path that I was being led down was the path that the trash men drove down to dump their loads when they came. The blond woman sternly griped my hand as she led me to the lab building on the other side of the diaper dumpsite. Once we got under the open processing area that had a steel roof on it, and looked like a large porch area in front of another industrial steel building, the blond woman went over to a tall stocky looking man who was loading a conveyor belt with cloth diapers, disposable diapers, onesies and white t-shirts. She went right up to him and asked where she was to leave me.
Where do you want me to leave this baby? Should I put him into one of these carts, or should I leave him in the Playpen right there, next to this machine that you are loading? Asked the blond woman
Leave him here in the playpen until I can get these diapers and stuff loaded into the diaper processor. Then I will load him up when I start on this new load of cloth and disposable diapers.
Said the man. So the woman pulled me over to a playpen that had
Some open disposable diapers and some cloth diapers shoved to one side of the playpen, and put me inside. She then turned around and walked back to the office on the other side of the dump. In just a few minutes of me being in the playpen, a tall slender dark haired woman came over to the playpen and crouched down to me. She reached out and began to feel the outside of my diapered bottom. Then she inserted her index and middle fingers into the back of my diaper and pulled back so as to take a peek inside. Then she made me stand up and face her while she did the same to the front of my diaper. She noted the cloth diapers that were inside of my disposable diaper. Then she stuck her fingers into my left leg elastic and further inspected my diaper. Then she picked me up and pulled me out of the playpen and held me for a minute, cradling me in her arms. Then she carried me into the industrial building and over to an exam table that was in the main part of the warehouse style industrial building. The lady layed me down and began to unfasten my diaper. She opened it up and layed the front of my diaper flat.
Then she looked at my peepee. She grabbed it near the base and began to clean off the powder that was on it with a baby wipe.
Then she got some baby lotion and squirted it into her hand. She then put the lotion on my peepee and began to rub the lotion all over my diaper area. Then when that was done, she put the used wipes into my diaper and then pulled the diaper back up before refastening the tapes. She then began to rub the front of my thick diaper from top to middle, slowly and sensually at first, then she rubbed a little harder and faster until I creamed my diaper well.
What a good baby! Too bad that it is now time for you to go back to the playpen for a few minutes until you get inserted into the diaper processor. Your diapers will be squished, stamped, squirted with warm water, then a blue gel, and then you and the diapers will go into an air drier. Then you and your diapers will
Be taken out of there, then put into the actual processor where you and the diapers will be loaded into the compactor part first, that shoves the diapers into the feeder wheels that will take hold of you and your diapers and feed them into the part that first soaks you and the diapers in deodorizer and water during a wash cycle, then foaming super-absorbent polymer deactivator. Then the processor will drop the load of processed and deactivated diapers onto another conveyor belt that will take you and the diapers down, under ground and deposit you and the diapers into a steel bin on wheels at the end.
Then when the bin gets full, the bin is wheeled over to and area where we sort and separate the cloth diapers from the disposable diapers. Once we do that, we put you into the cart with the cloth diapers and other cloth items and wheel you and the load of diapering items into our lab. The lab is down in the third level of basement about 120 feet under ground. Anything that they do to you and you scream, no one will hear you. The lab will sometimes put you into a cage and keep you there so that they can watch and observe you. They will some times put you and loads of disposable diapers into their foaming laundry machine and deodorize and deactivate some of the super absorbent diaper gels that are in disposable diapers. They also have a regular industrial sized washing machine that they use to wash and rinse your cloth diapers. After they wash you, they put you into the foamer machine for cloth diapers. They also put different kinds of creams and pastes all over you and rub them into you and your diapers. They are going to have you for at least two weeks while they experiment on you.
Explained the lady then the lady picked me up off of the changer
And carried me back over to the playpen and put me down inside.
She then walked away. A few minutes later, the man that was loading the machine, went over to a cartload of disposable and cloth diapers and pushed it over to where he was working. Then he left the cart there and came over to the playpen. He picked me up under my arms and carried me over to the enclosed hopper that was still half full of the diapers that he had loaded in before this load and raised me up then over and then into the hopper, laying me down on top of what was left inside.
Then he reached down into the cart and began to take arm fulls of the diapers from the cart and load them into the hopper. The diapers fell all over my lap and my chest as the man continued to load the hopper. Then, the load below me suddenly sunk down two levels as some of the diapers fell onto the moving conveyor belt. Then some one had come over to help the man load the machine. There were at least two armloads of diapers now being tossed into the hopper at a time. Then another load of diapers fell onto the belt as the load went down further and deeper into the drop point. Just then, an arm load of old cloth diapers and onesies was tossed into the hopper falling all over me and settling into the pile. A few minutes later, the load of diapers below me dropped out, and landed onto the conveyor belt and was taken away. The bottom of the hopper closed up and kept me from falling onto the belt with the load that was below me.
The mounting load on top of me was putting a lot of pressure on the diapers I was wearing. All of a sudden, the gates opened under me and made me fall out onto the moving conveyor belt. As I fell, part of the load of diapers and other stuff, fell out with me, and then landed all over me and the belt behind me. I was whisked away and moved into a dark, smelly, enclosed part of the belt. All of a sudden, I heard the sound of some liquid spraying out and onto the belt ahead of me. Then without warning, I was sprayed with a warm liquid as I slowly passed by. I could feel the liquid seeping into my cloth diapers under my disposable. Then it was very quiet except for the sound of the conveyor belt under me. Then, I was sprayed with a warm, sticky, goopy stuff, all over me. I could feel the outside of my diaper just coated with the stuff. My hair was coated and it was dripping all over the front of my diaper and into the waist of my diaper in front and back. Then the conveyor belt sent the loads of diapers into a dark tumbler with little holes all around it that were small enough to poke only a small nail into. Then a few minutes later, an electric door slid downwards and closed on the tumbler. Then the tumbler slowly came to life, spinning four or five revolutions per minute. The tumbler was very large inside and could hold and dry a very, very large load. Luke warm air began to blow into the tumbler, as it began to dry the diapers that were still covered with the gel and soaked with water. Once the cycle was done, a buzzer sounded outside and it took a few minutes for three people to come over to unload the drier. The electric door rose up and into it’s hiding place on the opposite side of the drier before the three people all reached in to get an arm load of diapers. Then, one of the people, a large redhead came and pulled me out of the drier and put me into a large cart that was full of the load of diapers from the drier. Once the cart was full, it was pushed by a very, very muscular man with a short haircut.
He looked like he just didn’t care what happed to the things in the load of diapers, or that there was a baby was in the load.
Then, the cart was wheeled over to the compactor and raised up to the side of the compactor’s hopper and slowly tip to the side so that the cart’s contents were dumped. Then, the cart was lowered down and out of sight. Then, the cart was pushed away and two more people pushing a cart load of cloth diapers, onesies, old white t-shirts, and disposable diapers from another large load, up to the side of the hopper. The cart was tipped to its side spilling the contents into the hopper and burying me underneath. One more cart was dumped in and pushed away before the compactor began to push the loads into a pitch dark, smelly, area that was already full of some other diapers left over from another load before this one. As the compactor smashed everything, including me, into and against the prior load, the load before, was slowly being taken in by the feeder wheels. I watched as each diaper was smashed and wrinkled as it squeezed into the feeders. One of the cloth diapers that was torn a little on the surface, got tangled on one of the feeders and then got ripped even more as it was pulled into the machine. Before long it was my turn. The compactor kept pressing the load against me as the feeders took hold of my feet and began to slowly pull me in, as they ran up further and further up my legs and then over my extra thick diapers. As my diapered bottom started to go through, my diapers began to squish down and press harder against me. In just a second, my disposable diaper burst open and the tapes flew off of the front as they detached themselves under the pressure. Then one of the tapes got caught and stuck onto one of the diapers just behind me and forced the other diaper to be pulled into the feeders. As the feeders rolled over the front of my diaper and then onto my chest, my diaper opened flat, exposing the cloth diapers, and the wipes that were deposited inside. Then I was sprayed with another round of sticky detergent this time, just before being deposited into a round bin inside of a machine. Before long the machine began to fill up with very, very warm, soapy water. Then the machine started to agitate the soapy water back and forth in a swishing motion. After about a half hour, the water drained away and some very thick white foam began to fill the machine. The foam began to sizzle and bubble as it came in contact with the load and I. By now, my diaper was a soaking mess. The cloth diapers were getting a little whiter and softer by each passing second.
Then, the machine began a slow spin cycle to get the foam spread evenly into every diaper or onesie. Then, the machine stopped and a trap door under the load and I slowly slid open. The load and I dropped out and onto a moving conveyor belt
That took the load underground into a dark, damp and cool enclosed part of the belt that kept taking the load and I down further and deeper into the darkness.
Then all of a sudden, with a plop, the load and I fell into a metal container that already had other diapers and stuff in it. The container was almost full when the load and I fell in.
Two more loads were dumped in before the container was rolled
Away, and into a part of the lab where the loads could be sorted and separated. About an hour goes by before one by one, each metal container was rolled up to a sorting conveyor. Then each container was unloaded onto the belt then was pushed aside to unload the next one. This went on and on until it became my turn. The container that I was in was rolled up to the loading end of the conveyor belt and was then unloaded. About four ladies came up and began to reach in and get large heaping armloads of the diapers and stuff inside. After the first two loads were loaded onto the belt, I was picked up and taken over to a changing table nearby. The lady laid me down and strapped me down while she went over to the container to find some cloth diapers to put on me. She came back with about four cloth diapers. She then proceeded to put them on me. She slid one underneath me then slid each of the other three on top of the one below it, layering them for thickness. Then she pulled them up and fastened them with some safety pins. Then she unstrapped me, pulled me down from the changing table and escorted me back over to the conveyor belt where she picked me up and layed me down on some diapers. As the conveyor belt took me away, I could see her starring at me until I disappeared into the enclosure.
As I passed into the threshold of the enclosure, it got real dark and cool. I could feel the rollers under me, taking me further and further into the darkness. Then the belt turned and went up a little. Then the belt brought the diapers and I into the sorting area of a warehouse looking place. The first sorter grabbed what disposable diapers that they could and tossed them into a trash cart beside them. The next two sorters started to pick through the load and grab as many disposable diapers as they could, from each side, as the load and I passed them. What were left of the load were some old onesies, old t-shirts and a whole lot of cloth diapers. The cloth items still left on the belt were being taken into the lab via a hole in the wall that the belt passed through. The diapers and I were dropped into a large fifty-gallon sized plastic container until it was full. Then the container was switched out and an empty one replaced it. The full container was pushed over to a lab countertop where some chemists were hard at work. They were trying to synthesize a new chemical that could be used in cloth diapers that would kill the bacteria in urine that causes odor while the baby was still wearing the diaper. Then one of the chemists came over to the container, took twelve cloth diapers out and took them over to where they were working. Then the chemist woman came over to the container took hold of me, then pulled me out, then took me over to where she was working. She then laid me on my back facing her. Then she checked for signs of wetness in my cloth diaper before reaching over to an open jar of a gritty paste. She pulled out four fingers worth and began to smear it onto the front of my diaper. Then as she finished rubbing it in, she flipped me over to my belly and wiped some kind of blue liquid onto the back of my diaper. Then she wiped a green jelly onto my diaper before flipping me back over to my back. She then layed me back down on the cold counter for a second while she poured some kind of dusting powder, that wasn’t baby powder, onto the front of my diaper. Then, she picked me up, carried me over to some carts that were over by one of the walls and put me down inside. To my surprise the cart that I was put down in, was full of other chemically treated cloth diapers. After a while a couple of hand-fulls of cloth diapers were tossed into the cart I was in. Before the day was done, the cart I was in had gotten full. Then around the time that the chemists had left, a maid came in to clean the room. She took some of the cloth diapers that were left in the container by the counter, and began to use them to wipe the spills and drips from the counters. As the diaper that she had got dirty, she tossed it into the cart I was in. Then she came around to the back of the cart and began to push it out of the lab and down a hall in the back of the warehouse. The hall opened up into a large laundry room where there were washing machines and driers. She pushed the load in the cart past all of the washers and over to a metal door that led outside. She then pushed the cart between two buildings and into another building. She then pushed the cart down a short hall then out back, behind that building and over to a large trash truck that was being loaded with cloth diapers only. Load after load was being loaded into the hopper. Then the maid left the cart where it would be taken over to the truck in a few minutes. A few minutes later, some one came over and pushed the cart closer to the noisy trash truck. It stopped rolling for a few seconds until it was lifted up and dumped upside down, spilling the load and I into the hopper that was full of lots of cloth diapers. Then the compactor started up and began to push the load into the box in the back of the truck. The truck had loads, and loads of cloth diapers already in it. Once the compactor retracted, the hopper was reloaded with a full load that filled every square inch of the hopper. Then the compactor started again, smashing another load of cloth diapers, onesies, and white t-shirts. Then the truck began to move. It drove for a long, long, long, time. Then it turned right and then stopped for a few minutes. Then some cans full of old cloth diapers were dumped in. Then the truck the truck started moving again before stopping again. Then, one at a time, three or four cans worth of old onesies, and clean cloth diapers that were torn on the surface or torn at the corners were dumped in. Then the truck started to move again before stopping a few minutes later. About four cans from each side of the alley were dumped in some of them at the same time. The cloth diapers that were being dumped in looked like they had been tie-dyed that were on the side of the truck. Then the man from the other side of the truck dumped in some cloth diapers that were still damp but not with pee. They looked like they had just come out of the washer when they were tossed into the trashcan. Then the men jumped onto the side as the truck bolted forward to the next stop. When the truck stopped, the two men jumped down and began to grab the first of
Five cans each. The cans on each side of the alley, had old worn out onesies, plastic pants, and old dirty cloth diapers in them.
The cans from the other side of the alley had formerly wet but now were dry cloth diapers, onesies with yellow and gray stains on them, old plastic and rubber pants that snapped at the sides that had some buttons missing in them, and some old white t-shirts that had small rips in them. When each of the men were done dumping the loads of cloth diapers and stuff, the compactor was run again, smashing the cloth items into the container. Then
The two men jumped back onto each side of the truck. The truck then left the alley and went on to the next one.

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 fastened 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.

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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.

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She then poured four different liquids into the washer before closing the door and latching it.

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She adjusted the controls then started the washer.

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She then walked away and went back to loading more diapers into the toilets.

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THE MOMMY MANUAL

For the new (or experienced) mommy 

WHY ADULT BABIES AND MOMMIES?

Why should a woman enjoy forcing or easing her husband into an adorable and/or humiliating costume of diapers, plastic panties and baby clothes? What would make a man, often a powerful, highly paid professional; gladly submit to (or crave) this kind of treatment. What is so much fun about playing mommy/baby games?

The reasons generally fall into three categories. First, there is the joy of escaping into a fantasy world. Second, there is the sheer sensual delight of the costumes, the emotional risk, and the physical stimulation. Finally, there is the bliss of sharing the deepest possible intimacy and trust between two people.

The Joy Of Fantasy





No matter how pleasant and fulfilling one's daily life is, sometimes we all need to escape from our roles as responsible adults, dutiful workers, or dedicated family members. The more stressful our role is, the further it is from our own deepest impulses, the more we need an escape from the limitations of everyday life. Some people use alcohol, drugs or gambling to transcend their ordinary lives, but these activities generally prove to be both destructive and unsatisfying. The escape provided by a rich fantasy life, however, can be constructive andextraordinarily fulfilling. Instead of destroying true intimacy, a shared fantasy increases it. Instead of harming the body, sexual release helps it. Instead of stifling the needs of our true self, fantasy allows us to express and realize our true needs.

A New and Powerless Self

But what pleasure can a male find in the role of a submissive baby, a role that many people might see as embarrassing or demeaning? Can it be that he has an inner need, a secret self that he cannot acknowledge or express in his ordinary life? Has he been taught that boys mustn't cry, or wear frilly clothes, or be passive? Does he feel constantly pressured to be strong, to be silent, to be a macho man?

Maybe he needs to play the role of a diapered baby or little schoolboy so that he can express emotions that are normally forbidden to him, and to wear taboo clothing. Given society's constant demands on men to be masculine, to take charge, to succeed, to get it up and keep it up, to do instead of be, it is no wonder that even the strongest, brightest, and most successful male may seek contact with his hidden softer self in his relationship to a "mommy's" firm but kindly rule.

The pleasures of the adult baby are the polar opposites of (and therefore closely akin to) the pleasures of the "Mommy". It is a truism that all polarities express the opposite ends of a single principle or idea. Like yin and yang, darkness and light, baby male and mommy need one another to be complete.

Intense Stimulation

The baby male enjoys being 'mommied' because it feels good. His major reward is sexual pleasure of an exceptionally intense and prolonged nature. Some of the components of that pleasure may not seem too enjoyable - spankings or enemas - but even these are pleasurable, partly because they are so intense, and partly because they promote a psychological letting go. Baby play in a wet or dry diaper usually enables a male to achieve a splendid orgasm (if his Mommy permits).

The Freedom to Feel

Paradoxically, many people find Mommy and Baby fantasies liberating in that they give real permission to let go and enjoy acts, clothes, or sensations that are otherwise hidden or discouraged. Moreover, even a naughty baby need feel no guilt for enjoying these things; not only does his strict or gentle mommy put him (or force him) into those ruffled panties or that demeaning position, she also "punishes" him for his transgressions. The scenario of misbehavior, punishment, and forgiveness is a classic Aristotelian plot that offers both actors emotional catharsis.

The baby's release sometimes may even include tears during fantasy play; many 'babies' resolve other tensions in their lives. Some males cannot cry except in the context of their fantasy life. Others need to express other taboo emotions: like fear, anger, rebellion, contrition, submissiveness or helplessness. After a forbidden outburst, his Mommy can punish him and then offer forgiveness and consolation.

Adult babies, especially those in positions of extraordinary responsibility, often seek respite from the stress of having to constantly make decisions. It's a relief to be told precisely what to do and how to do it, to have the penalties for mistakes so clear-cut and so immediate. A session of disciplining a school age boy who wets his pants, for example, may be painful but it is also sure to have a happy ending. Real life is never so well choreographed or so satisfying.

Sharing Intimacy

Without trust, a Mommy/Baby relationship is impossible. Only trust allows the partners to discuss their fantasies in the first place, much less act them out in great detail. If the fantasy entails some humiliation or pain (and what baby fantasies do not have at least a little of this?), the deepest possible trust is necessary to make the relationship work. In fact, one cannot imagine a truly satisfying mommy/baby relationship outside the bounds of marriage or a long-term commitment. One-night stands simply don't work as well. It is impossible to pick someone up, learn each other's needs, fulfill them, and then disappear, all within the space of a few hours.

Trust

By giving himself over to his mommy, a male is saying, "I trust you completely." But what does that trust entail?

First, the Mommy is responsible to know and respect her partner's desires. If she strays too far from his desires, he may feel frustrated, disappointed, and unsatisfied. If she goes too far beyond the edge, he could be hurt, emotionally or physically. Learning how to satisfy a man's needs and limits is a complex process, and it takes time.

Nevertheless, once that trust has been established, it is one of the greatest sources of joy in a marriage. Many 'mommies' know that their husbands trust them completely. The 'babies' know that their mommy is responsive and loving to their more conventional needs, and that he can trust her.

Faithfulness

A good mommy also knows that her husband would never be unfaithful. Being a good mommy makes him want to stay home with his loving Bride. If you believe that males are fated by nature to stray because they crave sexual variety (a view that may be biologically accurate for primates living in the wild, but not for human beings living in an advanced civilization), think again. The great majority of happy adult babies have no "need" to be unfaithful; between plain vanilla intercourse and adult-baby scenes, they get quite enough sexual variety at home.

Perhaps most important, sharing fantasies deepen the bonds between husband and wife. An adult baby male knows his Mommy/Wife understands his deepest sexual needs (needs he may have always been too ashamed of and too frightened to share). He will be a contented, faithful, and affectionate husband. A Mommy/Wife who understands her husband's fantasies well enough to construct a satisfying play/session for him will also understand other vital things about him, and she will be strong enough to demand her rights and consideration too. Marriages in which the wife sometimes plays the Mommy role are often the most egalitarian and the most truly satisfying. Furthermore, the adult/baby relationship is often played out as a switch: one time she takes control, the next time he does. Such trust and intimacy are bound to make for a very happy marriage.

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THE MOMMY ROLE

The wife or woman who enacts the Mommy role enjoys the intoxicating sensation of complete power over her baby. Few males are as readily dominated as the adult baby. Moreover, in this fantasy the Mommy and Baby are unusually close and intimate; the emotional distance so necessary in many other kinds of Dominance/Submissive fantasies are completely inappropriate here.

For the male, this fantasy is a trip back in time, to the cataclysmic era of babyhood. No baby understands that things change, that what he is experiencing in this moment is not eternal. To an infant, all sensations are overwhelming: he is totally helpless and totally loved or totally punished.

The intensity of these feelings is enhanced by his absolute irresponsibility. A baby has no duties; he cannot work, plan, or decide. All he can do is feel. He luxuriates in sensations, emotional and physical, piercing, tumultuous, ecstatic. Some of these delights are understandably forbidden to the adult: the warm wet pleasure of soggy diapers for example, or the bliss of drinking from a nippled bottle. If modern society permitted grown-ups such indulgences, no one would ever get any work done; we would all be occupied in counting our toes, sucking our thumbs, and keeping one hand down our diapers, exploring the various features of our hidden physiognomy. Also, there would be no one to change those diapers when they grew chilly and uncomfortable, to bring us bottles, or tuck us in at night. Only the adult infant has the pleasure of escaping from grown-up duties to become a baby again.

The Elements Of Fantasy

The Adult/Baby fantasy is designed to make the baby feel loved and protected on the one hand, or thoroughly embarrassed and punished on the other. In short, it often re-creates infancy in all its aspects. A careful Mommy will see to it that the script, costumes and setting all maintain the illusion of an all-powerful, loving Mommy in charge of a helpless yet secure baby.

Of course, it should not be necessary to point out that the adult-baby is an infant only in fantasy. This play is meant solely for the amusement of consenting adults, not for imposition on helpless and innocent children.

The Script

At least in the beginning, a simple script or idea is best. While enacting the role of an infant, your adult baby is incapable of making lengthy confessions or performing complex service. You as Mommy will not only be making all the decisions, but also doing all the work. Indeed, the question of which partner is really in charge always intrudes on these scenarios. Although the baby ends up well diapered or well punished, he is also a tiny autocrat, demanding food, attention, care, and fussing from his devoted, affectionate Mommy.

Costumes




Your adult baby needs many of the costumes a chronological infant finds useful. First and foremost, he should have diapers. No baby is well dressed without them. Large-sized diapers for incontinent adults are obviously available from DPF, including rubber or plastic pants, cloth diapers, and adult-size baby clothing.

For the Mommy of a young infant, a snap-open nursing bra is a nice touch. Exotic dress, heavy perfume, long scarlet nails, and startling makeup are as out of place here as they would be in any nursery. A sense of warm, clean, safe comfort is the goal.

Setting and Props

The nursery itself may be any bedroom, but one decorated for an infant, featuring lots of pink and blue ruffles, lambs and bunnies, and a softly shaded night light is best. The baby should have toys appropriate to his age and sex; stuffed animals are a favorite, along with rattles, pacifiers and books of nursery rhymes for Mommy to read aloud. The only appropriate music is children's music, either recorded favorites of the Mommy's own lullabies, sung in the twilight to put baby to sleep.

Of course, no nursery would be complete without an array of baby bottles, pacifiers, baby powder, clean diapers, and a changing surface of some kind. A potty chair is also a nice touch for Mommies who have older charges or who give enemas. Adult sized potty chairs are available from medical-supply houses, and while they are forbiddingly utilitarian, they can be decorated in a nursery motif using stencils. A small wooden chair for corner time or a wooden hairbrush to maintain discipline is sometimes helpful.

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THE SKILL OF A MOMMY

What makes a woman a good Mommy? Genuine affection for your charge, mo matter how troublesome he may be, is the first requirement. You may have to discipline his naughty bottom, but your firmness must be tempered by warmth and care. After all, you are doing this not for your own sake, but for his.

Diapers

If you have ever cared for a chronological infant, you will know exactly what the adult baby wants and needs. Wearing diapers is the height of the experience for the adult baby, but not just the removal of one garment and the substitution of another. There are also all the other rituals of washing, drying, powdering, applying ointment, and so forth. On the other hand, the ritual of the diaper change can be the focus of a great deal of erotic play. It is, in fact, the usual way for the adult baby to achieve orgasm.

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THE NEEDS OF A BABY

The needs of an adult baby are not difficult to understand. He doesn't yearn to suffer through ordeals to prove his manhood. He wants to forget his manhood - with all its associated macho posturing, cut-throat competition, lies and insincerity, and adult worries. He wants to return to the simplicity, warmth, and attention he had (or needed) in his earliest years. If you can offer him affection, attention, and some discipline, he will reward you with pleasant play and great affection.

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ENACTING THE SCENE

Act One

The adult baby is unlikely to challenge your authority per se, although he may throw an occasional tantrum. Nevertheless, the early stage is crucial in the adult-baby fantasy, not as a test of your rule, but as a distinctly pleasurable experience in itself. During this time, you may choose to indulge yourself and your baby in any combination of the following activities:

1. Dressing him in baby clothes

2. Diapering him (these first two are de rigueur)

3. Playing with infant toys

4. Playing peekaboo and other baby games

5. Putting him down for a nap

6. Telling him bedtime stories

7. Cuddling

8. Using a pacifier

9. Bottle feeding

10. Feeding him baby food

11. Nursing him at the breast

12. Tying him to the crib so he won't fall or crawl out

13. Toilet training

Act Two (Optional)
Sadly, even in the cozy paradise of the nursery, your adult baby may throw a tantrum necessitating a spanking, or he may wet or soil his diapers, in which case you may also choose to sentence your baby to an enema, corner time, stammered apologies, or perhaps slapped fingers.
If you decide to spank him, begin the punishment with a scolding. Pull the boy over your lap and pull down his pants or pull up his skirts, exposing the diaper. You may wish to begin the castigation with the diaper still covering his rosy bottom, later progressing to a bare-bottom spanking. With the naughty baby over your lap, lecture him sternly, but in terms he can understand, telling how disappointed Mommy is with his behavior. Similar techniques are useful in the administration of the enema.
The adult baby is usually happy to break down in sobs at the threat of loosing Mommy's love. He will be contrite and sweet after punishment, hoping to win back his Mommy's lost love.
Act Three
Consolation for the adult infant is strikingly similar to the initial establishment of your authority. It may consist of cuddling, games, kisses, and so forth. However, to bring the game to a close, you should detect baby's need for a new diaper. While changing him, you may surreptitiously rub and fondle him, until he wets the diaper in a somewhat more adult manner.
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VARIATIONS ON THE FANTASY
Sometimes a male prefers to be an older boy in his fantasy. You may choose to become his Nursemaid, Auntie, an Older Girl or Governess in response. An older or naughty boy can be punished for disobedience by a temporary relegation to nursery status. Reducing an "older child", in fantasy, to the status of a baby can be very exciting for both mommy and baby. During the time that you are conducting this fantasy, you must treat your older boy as an infant, with the associated humiliation and embarrassment.




Infantilism
Infantilism (paraphilic) is a certain psychological condition experienced by those whose level of physical maturity has clearly progressed beyond the life-stage of infancy. The defining aspect of this condition is the derivation of a profound sense of well-being or of a certain type of great pleasure that becomes associated with various infantile objects and/ or infantile roleplaying. When referred to in terms of sexuality, it is referred to as ABDL, or Adult Baby (or Teen Baby)/ Diaper Lover. But, while ABs, TBs and DLs tend to associate with each other, it is more accurate to state that DLs are not infantilists. The distinction is made because while there is a sexual component to wearing a diaper for a DL, the diaper is not seen as a symbol of regressing to an infantile state. But it is proper to describe both ABs and TBs as infantilists. However, despite this difference, the abbreviation ABDL or ABTBDL is often used to describe the general community of Adult Babies, Teen Babies and Diaper Lovers.
Clarification of terminology
Paraphilic infantilism is not to be confused with certain medical conditions of arrested physical development which are also referred to in the medical field as various forms of physiological infantilism. For the sake of clarity, in the remainder of this article, the word infantilism will be used to refer to what is technically called paraphilic infantilism.
Infantilism in young children
Infantile regression is sometimes noted in young children, and often appears to be associated with their exposure to stressful environmental conditions. Such infantile regression in young children is not uncommon, and is usually temporary. Infantile regression in older individuals is more often found to be a chronic condition.
Change is usually difficult
Such irrational fantasies are almost always seated deep in the subconscious mind, which by definition does not always operate on the level of common conscious rationality. As such, any attempt to successfully modify this behavior pattern must by definition be capable of correctly interpreting the subconscious needs of the individual and of somehow meeting these needs in more rational ways.
A common object of fixation
Perhaps the single most common object of fixation amongst infantilists is the diaper. Most infantilists feel drawn to wear and/ or use diapers with a great range of frequency. This range of frequency of wearing and/ or use may vary from once a year to continuously. Such variations of frequency can vary from individual to individual, and can also vary within the same individual from year to year.
Some infantilist lifestyles
Infantilists usually combine the submission of the baby role with the fetishes of diapers, though not all infantilists actually practice coprophilia or watersports. Some, known as diaper lovers (or DLs) enjoy wearing diapers without taking the role of an infant. Those who prefer to role play as infants are often referred to as adult babies (or ABs). Where dominance and submission are involved, the top or dominant plays the role of a parent, nursemaid, or babysitter.
Some forms of infantilism are purely regressive, without any sexual content. After an individual has reached full maturity, including a fully independent living situation, as well as stabilized in his or her long term sexual role in society, most infantilists report having incorporated certain aspects of sexuality into their infantilism. However, some few adult infantilists report never having done so. Even though some infantilists may never incorporate any aspects of sexuality into their practice, most adult infantilists would agree that their practice of infantilism has minimally had a profound effect on their sexuality, if not having been a direct part of it.
Some younger adult infantilists experiment with 'adoption'
Some infantilists, however, find great difficulty in conceding to the reality of these types of practical concerns regarding this fantasy, and become fixated upon the fantasy. These infantilists (both male and female) will search for mommies or daddies that might keep them as babies 24/7 for 'the rest of their lives'. These infantilists sometimes roleplay as if this were a 'legal adoption'.
Such 'adoptions' are normally facilitated through the Internet on websites which function much like dating sites. There are message boards/notice boards with a header and sometimes a picture and a message text describing the person. 'Adoption' in ABDL does not usually mean singles searching for one another, but can include this. Other less common ads feature couples or groups looking for an adult baby or an adult baby looking for either of the two or other babies. These types of living situations sometimes develop into lasting friendships and in addition to infantilism, usually include all of the regular dynamics found in any other type of interpersonal relationship.
These types of living situations that attempt to create a 24/7 permanent regression generally last for, from between a few weeks up to two to three years. To date, no cases have been reliably reported of any such arrangements lasting any more than two or three years. (Some clearly fictional cases have been claimed, but these have never stood up to further investigation.) Eventually this type of an arrangement seems to prove to be too much of a financial drain on the ‘caregiver(s)’ and the novelty of it wears off for both the caregiver(s) and the infantilist. Other living arrangements are then made, or other living formats allowed for. Format changes may include a continuation of, but a reduction of the periods of regression.
Most older adult infantilists eventually reach a state of equilibrium
The majority of older adult infantilists after some time, usually reach a state of some type of equilibrium with their infantilist practice. In the majority of cases, this entails job stability, and usually a living situation that is some sort of a compromise between infantilism and normality.





Paraphilic infantilism
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Paraphilic infantilism is the desire to wear diapers and be treated as a helpless infant. [1] One who engages in infantilistic play is known as an adult baby (AB) or teen baby (TB), depending on age. About one in three adult babies is also a diaper lover (DL)[2], so they are collectively known as AB/DLs[3]. The majority of infantilists are heterosexual males[4].
Infantilism and diaper fetishes differ in self-image and the focus of attention. However, they can coexist in individuals and have some similarities in practice. Neither include a sexual preference for children. There is no singular, archetypical infantilism, but a range. Some fantasize about being free of guilt, responsibility, or control while others might not. Some act indistinguishably from a baby at times, while others practice in a way that would be unnoticed by passers by on the street. The desires and tastes of infantilists vary around common themes of diapers and babyhood.
Contents

• 1 Infantilism Contrasted with Diaper Fetishes
• 2 Other contrasts
o 2.1 Pedophilia
o 2.2 Other infantilisms
o 2.3 Practical or voluntary use
• 3 Common fantasy elements
o 3.1 Coercion
o 3.2 Identification
o 3.3 Permanent regression
o 3.4 Exhibitionism
o 3.5 Sissy Babies, Cross-dressing
o 3.6 Integrating other interests
• 4 Practices
o 4.1 Diaper usage
o 4.2 Coming out
o 4.3 Finding a "mommy" or "daddy"
• 5 Growing up as an AB/DL
• 6 See also
• 7 References
• 8 Further reading
• 9 External links


Infantilism Contrasted with Diaper Fetishes
One way to describe paraphilic infantilism is to contrast it with a diaper fetish, and this contrast is most clear in fantasies. Although there is no typical AB/DL fantasy, they often fall within two extremes. One extreme involves the fantasy of being an infant or small child; adorable, sexually innocent, and powerless. The infant fantasy might involve diapers, baby clothes, and toys to help define the infant's role. In the end, the infant might drift off to sleep in a soft crib. The other extreme is the erotic lover. The lover fantasy would focus on diapers as fetish items, sexually charged objects. The lover fantasy would end in orgasm and ejaculation.
Most individuals who have these fantasies do not seek psychotherapy [5][6]. According to the American Psychiatric Association, if there is significant distress or impairment for a period of over six months, paraphilic infantilism or fetishism might be diagnosed, depending on the focus[7]. The urges and fantasies caused by diaper fetishes focus on the diapers themselves, while infantilism focuses on becoming a baby. (Please note that many published cases are only tangentially related[8][9][10] to infantilism and diaper fetishism and should not be confused with the basic paraphilias.)
In practice, the distinction between the two is much narrower; both involve diapers and adults. Those who try to act out the infant fantasy or similar ones are called Adult Babies (ABs). This may involve adult sized diapers and baby clothes, etc. If their partner is willing, they may engage in mother/baby roleplay. The adult baby may choose not to engage in sex while they are in the baby role, since it isn't babylike. In contrast, diaper fetishes are much more practical. They may involve adding diapers to otherwise ordinary sexual activities. Those who do are called Diaper Lovers (DLs). Neither are adult baby practices exclusive to paraphilic infantilists, nor diaper lover practices exclusive to diaper fetishists. Many AB/DLs describe themselves as 'mostly AB' or 'mostly DL,' based on which they engage in more frequently. Those with urophilia and coprophilia may enjoy similar practices.
To quickly summarize the theoretical differences, adult babies might have paraphilic infantilism[14], their interests are self-image or alter-ego focused, and might refrain from sexual activities during adult baby play[15]. In contrast, diaper lovers might have a diaper fetish[16], their interests are directed at a sexual fetish object, and don't inherently involve roleplay. In practice, the differences among AB/DLs are much less well-defined.

Other contrasts

Pedophilia
Confusing infantilism with pedophilia is a common misunderstanding[17]. Pedophilia is a sexual preference for pre-pubescent children[18][19]. In contrast, infantilists have a desire to be infants themselves, and those with a diaper fetish have a sexual interest in diapers. Generally, they have ordinary heterosexual or homosexual sexual experiences otherwise. Inside the AB/DL communities, a sharp distinction is observed. DPF, one of the older AB/DL organizations, will expel child molesters.

Other infantilisms
'Paraphilic infantilism' is usually shortened to 'infantilism.' This can lead to some misunderstandings, since 'infantilism' can also mean 'lacking development.' Mental retardation involves never having achieved an average maturity, in contrast to adult babies, who actively set their maturity aside. In turn, psychosexual infantilism, a term coined by Freud, referred to those who haven't "matured" through the psychosexual stages into heterosexuality. Psychosexual infantilism includes paraphilic infantilism as well as other paraphilias and sexual orientations. Finally, regression is a broad term with many meanings. Adult babies regress, but those who regress aren't necessarily adult babies.

Practical or voluntary use
Those who wear diapers because of incontinence are probably not AB/DLs. While they may wear and use diapers, they aren’t necessarily doing it to express an alternate self-image or indulge a fetish. This also applies to those who use diapers for practical reasons, such as astronauts and scuba divers. Finally, there are some who start wearing diapers as a "new kink."
There are many that wear diapers but are not paraphilic infantilists or diaper fetishists in the strictest sense. Their motivations and underlying mechanisms are different. However, those who share AB/DL interests and practices are generally welcome in the communities, and may sometimes be counted as AB/DLs.

Common fantasy elements

Coercion
Force or coercion is sometimes present in AB/DL fantasies.

Identification
AB/DLs may enjoy looking at pictures showing who they want to be, as opposed to who they want to be with. For example, a heterosexual male adult baby may enjoy looking at pictures of men in diapers: he may be imagining himself as the men in the diapers.

Permanent regression
A common fantasy among adult babies involves a permanent return to a more infantile position. This may involve being put back in diapers or returned to the nursery for the rest of their life. These fantasies may be enjoyed even by ABs who are consciously aware that they would not want to give up their adult lives.

Exhibitionism
Modesty and self-consciousness are not expected from infants and small children. Babies can be out in public in just a diaper and t-shirt, and can have their diaper changed in public. Adult Babies cannot legally do these things, but may fantasize about them.

Sissy Babies, Cross-dressing
A sissy baby is a male AB/DL who mixes gender play with infantilism. This cross-dressing might involve stereotypical or exaggerated "little girl" clothing, such as frilly panties or dresses. Sissies are not necessarily transsexual in that, while some might be expressing an alter ego that is a baby girl, they might not wish to be an adult woman at other times.
A separate group enjoys the masochistic demasculinization of being dressed as baby girl, analogous to non-AB/DL masochists who enjoy being cross-dressed by force.

Integrating other interests
The individual AB/DL may have other interests that have become integrated with AB/DL. Sissys are one example. In turn, a babyfur has integrated infantilism and furry fandom. Sissys and babyfurs are among many groups resulting from the integration of side-interests with infantilism. The combinations can themselves be combined in countless ways. For example, there are sissy babyfurs.

Practices
Aside from the many things that AB/DLs would like to do, but cannot, there is an extensive list of practices that they might actually engage in. Some common elements and practices are listed here.

Diaper usage
A central practice to AB/DL is wearing a diaper. When wearing diapers, many AB/DLs like to urinate in them, and a smaller number like to defecate in them. Others do not because they find such practices disgusting, do not enjoy it, do not want to go through the cleanup afterward, or wouldn't be able to without being obvious. Some AB/DLs have difficulty wetting their diapers when they want to, as the result of overtrained bladders or paruresis.
A common compromise between wanting to wear diapers and needing to go about daily life is to wear diapers under normal clothing. When adult babies do so, it is in their everyday mindset, as opposed to an infantile one. A few adult babies wear diapers all the time, and may seek to develop urinary incontinence. The level of enjoyment in wearing diapers all the time is mixed, and it may have lasting effects. Other AB/DLs enjoy wearing diapers intermittently more than they would enjoy wearing them all the time.

Coming out
A difficult choice that AB/DLs must make involves who to tell about their interests. This offers the possibility of being accepted for who they are, and not having to hide. However, it also includes the risk of disgrace at home, school, and work.

Finding a "mommy" or "daddy"
A difficult part of life as an AB/DL is finding a compatible spouse. For diaper lovers, the search is difficult because there are few diaper lovers in the general population. For adult babies, the search is hard. The drive to be an adult baby is rare, and the drive to baby an adult is rarer. Female AB/DLs are not necessarily willing to be mommies. Some AB/DLs are willing to be 'switch' mommies or daddies.
For DLs, there are some prostitutes willing to partake in diaper play. For ABs, there are professional "adult babysitters." Many seek the services of a ProDomme/Dominatrix who specializes in role play activities centered around being the Mommy or Governess/Nanny figure.

Growing up as an AB/DL
Teens who are infantilists are referred to as Teen Babies (TB). Infantilist teens often struggle when they begin getting urges for infantile items, treatment, or behavior. Often, the hardest part of this struggle is telling other people about these feelings - doing so at such an important age can mean social rejection or even worse, parental rejection. Teen infantile behavior heavily varies, but is generally simpler than the AB/DL activites of adults.
While feelings of isolation are still a common part of the youths of AB/DLs, a number of communities have developed and are becoming more assessable. The oldest of them is the Diaper Pail Friends (DPF). DPF was founded in 1980 by a well known AB named Tommy, in California (USA). Before the Internet, Tommy was publishing ads in sexual periodicals to gather other AB/DL. A large number of venues on the Internet have since developed. The growth of these networks is decreasing the age at which an AB/DL finds out that he or she is not alone.
To avoid legal misunderstandings, AB/DLs under the age of consent are generally excluded from private AB/DL gatherings.

See also
• Sexual fetishism
• Paraphilia
• Diaper lover
• Erotic Lactation
References
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Websites on infantilism and diaper fetishism:
• Understanding Infantilism
• Teenbabynet.org Forums and resources for Adult and teenbabies, Diaper lovers, and baby furs.
• TBDL.org Forums and articles with support and advice. The community is based on understanding and help from other members.