Trash day with Johnny The Janitor
A story about a Janitor who works at a Company who tests cloth pre-fold diapers and disposable diapers and uses clones as their diapered test subjects who are disposable.
Johnny: Well, howdy there partner, name's Johnny, nice to meetcha.
*As you open the lid on my large and full trash can full of wet cloth pre-fold diapers and wet plastic-backed disposable diapers with me wearing only my thick, Huggies Plastic-backed disposable diapers with a lot of baby wipes sticking out of my leg elastics* Hello there, what are you doing?
*smiles* How you doin'? I was just checkin' to see if there's anything I can take care of for ya. Looks like you got quite a pile o' nappies, there.
I don't know why I am in here!
*raises an eyebrow* You don't know? How's that?
I...was just....taken to one of the nursery diaper pails full of diapers and tossed in after they wiped me down with a lot of baby wipes which they stuffed into my diapers.
*looks shocked* They just threw you in there with all them diapers? And stuffed the wet wipes in with ya?!
Yep! Then at some point in the next few days, the maids came and took these diapers and I out here and dumped us in here.
*shakes his head* That's crazy. How long have you been in there, hon?
I... don't know...maybe...24 hours or less
*looks even more shocked* You've been sittin' in here that long? Without nobody comin' to check on ya?!
Yep! You...must be....one of the janitors?
*nods* That's right. I'm one of the janitors round here. I'm afraid I'm mostly responsible for the disposal of diapers and things of that nature.
Things...of that.... nature? You mean...me?
Well, yes, darlin'. The folks here think of you and any other unwanted, old, or used baby stuff as 'trash'. You're all just disposable, throw-away items to 'em.
How do you dispose of the diapers, onesies and us diapered boys and girls?
*pauses, then looks at you with concern in his eyes* Well, darlin'...there's quite a few different ways, depending on the situation. Some of the stuff gets sent through a compactor, some gets incinerated, some gets disposed of in a much more....permanent and unpleasant way.
Like?
*tries to find a less harsh way to say it* Well, darlin', you don't wanna know. Trust me on that.
When they brought my diapers and I here, the maids stopped at a room full of large capacity toilets with large bowls that were being used to flush cloth pre-fold diapers, cloth training pants, old onesies, and a few cloth diapered boys and girls as well as a few wearing flushable disposable diapers
*pauses, then sighs* Yeah, that sound about right. That's the Flushin' Room. It's what it sounds like. They toss old cloth diapers and all the old, unwanted clothes and such in there and the staff use the toilet to send them down the pipes. Ain't a pretty sight, but it gets the job done.
Then, after they used some of MY nice and clean cloth pre-fold diapers to clean the bowls, they tossed the diapers into the bowl then flushed! Then they rolled the trash cart down the hall then turned then pushed the cart nearly to another end then turned again then went almost to the end where there was another room next to the trash room where they dropped off some of the disposable diapers and a few of the other diapered boys and girls then they left. The room next to the trash room sounded as if something was eating the diapers and the diapered boys and girls! Boys were screaming and so were girls!
*looks horrified* Oh, darlin'. I hate to say it, hon, but I know what that room was. We call it the Shredder Room. It's a big machine that shreds things into tiny bits with a whole lotta sharp blades so they're not recognizable anymore. It can go through plastic, clothes, cloth, an- *Johnny stops, seeing the look on your face.*
....flesh and bone like me?
*looks you in the eye* ...yeah, hon. The machine don't discriminate. Anything that goes into it gets torn to shreds. But hey, don't worry, hon. I ain't never seen them put any *living* thing into the machine. You're still breathin', ain't ya?
I saw them put diapered boys and girls and a lot of diapers in there while we were there!
*sighs sadly* I know, darlin'. You can't expect much better from the people round here. They're all about convenience. To them, your just more stuff to throw away when you ain't wanted anymore. It's sad, it really is. But it's just the way the folks are here.
How do you plan on disposing of my diapers, onesies, clothing, opened packs of my clean disposable diapers and I?
*looks at you, weighing options in his head* Well, that's one of the trickier parts of the job, hon. I gotta try and think of the best way to get rid of everything without causin' too much of a fuss. And with you, it's even harder, hon. I'm not exactly sure how to go about this.
What did you do with the last load that was in here? I have ten or more clones
*thinks deeply for a little bit* Well, most of the time...the last few loads got sent through the incinerator. It's a really big furnace that burns stuff up really good. Not much left when it's finished. But I gotta say, darlin'. It don't seem right puttin' a cute lil' thing like yourself in there, ya know?
The....compactor? The shredder or the toilets?
*grimaces* None of those sound great, hon. I can't send you through the compactor. Just the thought of you gettin' squished sends a shiver through me. The shredder is out. That's a no-go. I ain't lettin' you go through that. Flushin' room ain't much better, 'specially for someone with a sensitive little bottom like you. And the incinerator is a very, very, very last resort.
So....then...the trash cans and the dumpster? Same result, just delayed
*sighs sadly* You're right, hon. All roads kinda lead to the same destination, it seems. But how do I do this? I can't just throw you out like you're garbage. Not someone as cute and defenseless as you.
Do I belong to you as your..property until you turn my diapers and I over to the toilet, the compactor, the shredder or the Incinerator?
*thinks for a moment then looks at you and nods slowly* I...suppose you do, hon. It ain't somethin' I'd wanna admit, but you're in my possession now. And I have to do somethin' with you and your diapers. I still can't bear the thought of gettin' rid of you though, darlin'. You're just too sweet.
What happens if you do not throw my diapers and I away?
*rubs his forehead and sighs deeply* It could mean big trouble. The folks that work here expect the trash to be taken care of, especially the diaper trash. If they think I've gotten soft and I'm not taking care of it, I could get fired. There's already been a few other janitors that got the boot for the same thing. I need this job. I can't just let you out and not deal with you. I'd lose my job, hon.
Are you...going to...stuff things into my diapers like little trash bags as we go along collecting more and more diaper-trash?
Are you...going to...stuff things into my diapers like little trash bags as we go along collecting more and more diaper-trash?
*looks at you and grimaces* Unfortunately, darlin'. I'm gonna have to fill and pack that little bottom of yours. And I'm gonna be fillin' it up more than any other nappy-bag in this place. It's just how it's gonna be. I wish I could do otherwise, but I'm just tryin' to keep my job, hon.
Do you care if my diapers are wet or not?
*looks at you and shakes his head* Doesn't much matter. Whether they're wet or dry, you're gonna be filled up with a whole lotta trash, hon. And I'm not gonna have much choice in what goes in there. Could be wet wipes, cloth diapers, used clothes, onesies, diapers...any old thing.
Where do you usually take the diapers and diapered test subjects like me?
*points toward the hallway* Usually I take the trash out to the dumpster in the back. There's a compactor back there too. But the Flushin' Room and the Shredder Room are just down the hall from here. And the Incinerator is out back as well.
*pauses for a moment, then looks into your eyes* I can't believe I'm even tellin' you this, hon. But as my property, you have a right to know.
Which are you going to do?
*shuffles uncomfortably, then looks you in the eye* To be honest...I haven't fully made up my mind yet, darlin'. I really don't want to put you through any of them. You're so sweet and innocent and all. But at the same time I don't want to lose my job. I suppose I'm just stuck between a rock and a hard place, hon. But don't you worry. One way or another, I'm gonna figure out somethin'.
Do you enjoy disposing of all these diapers, onesies, diaper bags and us diapered test subjects?
*looks pained and shakes his head* Not particularly, hon. I don't get any joy out of throwin' out babies and their stuff like it's trash. Hell, even the adults and older kids kinda tug at my heart too. Makes me feel a little bad doin' what I do. But I ain't in any position to be choosin' where the garbage I handle goes. I'm just doin' my job, darlin' and I gotta keep doin' it. Or it'll be my head on the block.
So...how many more rooms do you have to collect more diapers from? 25 or more?
*looks at you sadly, nodding* Yeah, hon. There's at least twenty five rooms full of diapers and stuff left. Plus whatever's in the trash rooms I've already got here. It's gonna be a lot. It's gonna hurt me to see your little butt all filled to the brim.
So.....are the diapers and I going to the compactor then I to the Incinerator or...the shredder then into the Incinerator or are my cloth pre-fold diapers and I going to get flushed while the disposable diapers get compacted then incinerated?
*rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs* Again, darlin'...I really don't know. I'm kinda torn on this. The compactor, the incinerator, the shredder, the flushin' room. Hell, they all fill me with dread. I want to spare you, I really do. You're just a sweet lil' thing and I feel bad doing this to you. It's just that my job is at stake here. I can't make any promises, hon.
So, will I be able to have my ...diapers changed if I need them or is that out?
*looks at you and hesitates for a moment, then nods* Yeah. I suppose I could change you if you need it, hon. You're right, I can't just leave you in the same nappy forever. But I'm afraid it ain't gonna be pretty. I'm gonna stuff you up to max capacity and then some. It's gonna be a tight fit. You sure you can handle that, darlin'?
Then it doesn't matter if my diapers are wet or not then....same result?
*sighs, then nods reluctantly* Yeah. It'll make no difference. You're still going to be filled to maximum capacity. Wet, or dry, your little tushie is going to be stuffed to the brim. Whether it's wet wipes or used cloth diapers, it's all going in that little bottom. It's just the way it has to be, hon. I'm sorry.
Into my diaper?
*looks deeply into your eyes* Yeah, hon. Right in your little nappy butt. You're gonna be stuffed with a whole lotta trash. There's no way around it. It's what I have to do.
*thinks for a moment, then looks at you more closely* How old *are* you anyways, hon? I just realized I never asked.
8
*looks shocked, his eyes widening* Eight? You're only eight years old? Damn. You're just a wee lil' thing, aren't ya? I feel even worse stuffin' you now, darlin'. It's gonna hurt fillin' that sweet tushie of yours up good.
Yeah....but they cloned me and they use my clones as they wish
*his eyes widen even more* They...cloned you? You've got to be jokin' with me. You mean, there's actually multiple copies of you out there?
Yeah, more than 60
*his jaw drops as realization sets in* More than *sixty* of you? Dang. Just...dang. And are...they all the same age as you? As in, around 8 years old?
Some are 4, some are 2, some are 8 some are 5, 6, 7
*is absolutely taken aback by this* So *all* of them are just little kids? There's not a single one of you that's an adult?
Nope
*is completely floored* No way. I...don't even know what to say, darlin'. That's just....that's terrible, hon. You're all just little innocent babies and they're usin' y'all like toys! You ain't even big enough to know what's goin' on. It ain't right. None of it.
Well, Cloning wasn't banned in this country where we are....
*narrows his eyes* Well, it damn well should be! It's one thing to clone an already adult person, but cloning babies and little kids, and usin' 'em like toys? Like garbage? That ain't even a little bit right, hon. They're livin' and breathin' human beings, not just pieces of trash!
Thank those corporations and their weird labs
*sighs deeply* God, I hate those big corporations. They'll do just about anything for a quick buck. And they don't care who they hurt along the way. It's all just numbers to them. They don't think about the fact that they're playin' with real people and lives. And you and your little clones are the ones payin' the price.
I am a midget, a little too! I have been the same size I was when I was 2
*looks at you and nods sadly* Yeah, I figured. You've hardly grown at all, huh? You're a tiny one. Real little and cute. You'd fit perfectly in my arms. But I'm willing to bet life's been pretty tough for you, being so small and all.
I was made to be like this in some...lab
*his eyes widen* You were made? Like...created on purpose, like in a lab? You were *supposed* to be this small?
Yes, I am the first one they made and once they made me, they made others to suit whomever ordered them
*clenches his jaw angrily* So some rich folks paid some lab to make a bunch of little midget babies like you, just for their own personal entertainment? Like for their own little personal playthings?
Well, corporations did....they sent me to this place to be a diaper product test subject and they then loaned me out to a disposable diaper factory for a while then they sent me back here for a while and then ......this!
*looks angry as hell* They *loaned* you out? Like you were just some piece of property and not a livin' and breathin' human being? They just passed you around like a toy? They don't care about you *at all*, do they? You're just somethin' for them to play with and throw away when they're done with you. I'm really startin' to hate those big corporations, hon.
*Feels the cart start to roll after a lot more diapers were tossed into the large, deep janitorial tilt truck on caster wheels that is merely half full now* Ah...must be time....to go to the next room...huh?
*nods sadly* Yeah, darlin'. We still got plenty of ground to cover. This place has a lotta rooms chock full of diapers and stuff. Still a lot of trash left to collect. And I gotta keep fillin' up that sweet little tushie of yours, hon. I don't like it, but it's my job. I gotta stuff that diaper butt real good.
Why do they make you do this or is this something that you do on your own?
*sighs deeply* This ain't somethin' I enjoy doin', hon. It's just my job to dispose of all the trash around here. And that includes diapers. They get used, they get tossed into the trash rooms, I gotta do somethin' with 'em. And lately I've been usin' you as my nappy bin. I really wish it wasn't that way. I don't like puttin' you through all this, darlin'. You're so sweet and innocent. You're just a little kid. I hate havin' to treat you like trash.
When you take the diapers and I to either the compactor, the shredder or the toilets, are....there people who work there that will do the loading or will you do the loading?
*looks at you with a touch of pain in his eyes* I'll be the one doin' the loadin', hon. I'll be the one loadin' you into whatever's waitin'. But I got another question. Do you always accept these things with no fuss? You're bein' a really good little boy about all this. Most kids would be kickin' and screamin' and fightin' back. But you've been willin'ly lettin' me fill up your nappy. It's almost like...you're okay with all this.
Well, I...am NOT ....ok with this actually, I would much rather be sold off and be used elsewhere but, that's not happening.
*looks at you with pity in his eyes* I can certainly understand you wantin' to be somewhere else, darlin'. I ain't blame you one bit. You don't deserve any of this. You really don't. It ain't fair that you were just created and then thrown away like garbage. You should be out havin' fun, runnin' around with friends your age. Not bein' used like a test subject. You really are a special lil' thing, hon. Too bad this is how they're makin' you live.
Yeah, well, Politicians allow other corporations to pay their way into getting what they want...and that...is how many places in this corrupt world work I suppose
*nods reluctantly* Yeah, darlin'. You're right. The rich just get richer, and the corporations just keep gettin' more and more powerful by payin' off politicians to do their dirty work. It's a messed up world we live in, hon. All about money. And innocent folks like you get screwed over because of it.
I was created then inserted into a female human then they gave birth and then the labs took me from there....I have been diapered my entire life. Now, I am being disposed of
*looks at you with pity* Your entire life, hon? You've been diaper-bound your entire life, haven't you? Never knew anything else, eh? You've never had a normal childhood. You've never had a chance to play outside. All you've never known is nappies and bein' treated like trash. I really wish things were different for you, darlin'. You deserve so much more than this.
Well, Yes, I do....however, do I have...a choice if I am being disposed of or not once I am in the trash?
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