Mommy's Dilema

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To treat her son like a baby, diaper him, then decides to dispose of him in a stationary compactor because diapers get too expensive, and her 22 year old son used way too many diapers. Her son had always been a super-soaker of his diapers and a frequent wetter too. This time it was enough. Mom had to dispose of her diapered son!

In a not-so-distant future, where technology and society have advanced beyond our wildest dreams, lived a woman named Evelyn. Evelyn was a single mother to her 22-year-old son, Thomas, who had a rare condition that caused him to have the bladder of a baby. Despite his age, Thomas had to wear diapers 24/7, much to Evelyn's dismay. 

 

The cost of keeping Thomas in diapers was becoming a burden for Evelyn. The constant need to buy clean disposable diapers, wash cloth diapers, and dispose of wet diapers was taking a toll on her finances. Thomas was a super-soaker of his diapers, often going through multiple changes in a day. Evelyn felt like she was drowning in a sea of diapers. 

 

One day, in a moment of frustration, Evelyn made a drastic decision. She decided to treat Thomas like a baby one last time, by diapering him one final time. She diapered him in his favorite blue dinosaur patterned diaper, feeling a pang of nostalgia for the days when she would change his diapers lovingly. 

 

But this time was different. As Evelyn looked at her grown son, wearing a baby's diaper, she felt a sense of unease wash over her. She realized that Thomas would never grow out of his condition, that he would always be dependent on her for his most basic needs. 

 

And so, fueled by a mix of emotions – love, frustration, guilt – Evelyn made her way to the stationary compactor with all of Thomas's diapers. She carried Thomas in her arms, his diapered bottom squirming against her chest. Tears welled up in Evelyn's eyes as she approached the compactor, the cold metal gleaming in the dim light. 

 

With a trembling hand, Evelyn lifted Thomas over the edge of the compactor. She hesitated for a moment, a voice in her head screaming at her to stop, to reconsider. But the weight of the diapers, both clean and wet, pressed down on her, pushing her towards the edge of reason. 

 

And then, without looking back, Evelyn let go. Thomas fell into the compactor, his cries muffled by the loud hum of the machine. Evelyn watched in horror as Thomas disappeared into the darkness, the sound of the compactor crushing him echoing in her ears. 

 

As the compactor finished its job, Evelyn stood frozen in place, her heart heavy with grief and regret. She had disposed of her own flesh and blood, her precious son, all because diapers had gotten too expensive. 

 

In the days that followed, Evelyn lived with the weight of her decision heavy on her shoulders. She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't shake the image of Thomas falling into the compactor from her mind. 

 

But as time passed, Evelyn began to realize the true cost of her actions. She had sacrificed her own son for the sake of convenience, for the sake of saving a few dollars on diapers. And in doing so, she had lost a part of herself, a part of her humanity. 

 

In the end, Evelyn was left with nothing but the empty sound of the compactor crushing her son, a sound that would haunt her for the rest of her days. And she knew, deep down, that no amount of money saved could ever fill the void left by Thomas's absence. 

 

And so, Evelyn lived out the rest of her days in solitude, haunted by the ghost of her son, forever lost to the cold embrace of the compactor. And she knew, with a heavy heart, that she would never be able to forgive herself for what she had done. For in the end, the true cost of diapers was far greater than she could have ever imagined.