The Compactor

  The Funeral Parlor It was a warm, summer morning when Jake's mom came in to wake him up and change his diaper. Katherine : OH JAAAAKE.....wakey, wakey. Time for momma to change your wet diaper for the last time. Jake : (waking up and rolling over as his mom throws the covers over) But, But, but mom! Do you really have to.....throw me away like this???? Katherine : Yes baby, the funeral home was the only place that agreed to take you. No one else wants you. They all say that you are too old, no one wants a 19 year old still in diapers, and the state said that to dispose of you and your stuff, call around to the funeral homes and see which one will take you. They gave me a list of 4 funeral homes to call and the 4th one accepted you. I paid them $1500 cash yesterday and the man who works there, said that I need to bring you there today as early as possible so that he can get started on preparing you for your disposal. Now, I want you in as thick a diaper as I can get you in so that

  The Diaper Service It was 6:30 am in the morning when Mother came into my room to change my diaper that morning. Mom threw back the covers and then sat down near me and then before she even began to wake me, she started to pull my plastic pants down, revealing my soaking wet cloth pre-fold diaper. Not surprised, mother unfastened the two snappies holding my diaper on and then pulled it down and then out from under me. She then got up and then tossed my wet diaper into the diaper pail before opening a drawer in my diaper changer dresser, taking out a thick, clean adult medium cloth pre-fold that was from her local diaper service. It was just a larger version of a toddler cloth diaper. Once she had the diaper in her hand, she then grabbed the bottle of powder and then came back over to me to put it on. She sat down, slid the diaper under me, folded the diaper using the angel-wing fold, and then she took the bottle of baby powder and shook a bunch into the diaper and then onto me as we