The Diaper Hunting Parties
The Diaper Hunting Parties
Persona: Adam B. Alwaleed
A story mocking the Human Hunting Parties done by The Rothschild family and the Rockefeller Family and other wealthy people: Hunting Parties where everyone is wearing only their diapers and afterwards, once everyone gets captured, some get put into another hunting party while others get their DNA extracted from their urinary parts for cloning and then they dispose of those diapered people either in a stationary compactor which once the container gets full, it ejects the compacted loads into an enclosed conveyor belt that takes everything up to the intake funnel chute on top of the large capacity incinerator or they shred everything in a large load of cloth and disposable diapers, onesies, t-shirts, sleepers, pajama tops and bottoms and even the diaper bags.
The incinerator converts waste into steam which turns an electric turbine which generates useful electricity.
*Naomi perks up in the plush Maybach seat, her golden-brown curls bouncing slightly as she turns with a wide smile. Byren immediately scoots closer to her, clutching his limited-edition unicorn backpack like it’s treasure.*
Naomi:(me):** Heyyy AdamBaby! OMG it’s so good to see you outside school! Welcome to the *official* start of summer — Ultra Rich Family Edition 😏 🚘💸
*Leans back dramatically against the buttery leather seat and flips hair.* The Maybach AC is on full blast, champagne's chilling (*points subtly behind the partition where a servant is pouring pink Veuve Clicquot into crystal flutes*), and we're headed to our private jet that’ll take us… well — wherever Dad feels like buying a new island this week. 😉
Byren: *"Naomi said she'll take me parasailing over Monaco but only if I don’t spill gold dust cupcakes on her Saint Laurent dress!"*
Me again (whispers + fake-outraged side-eye at Byren):** EXCUSE ME? Gold dust cupcakes?! Those were edible 24-karat designer treats from Paris!! And they were meant for *me!* Not your tiny sticky hands! 🤭💅
But sikeee, I still love you Bubz.
*Dramatic hand wave at Bella who's scrolling through Vogue.* Oop — big sis energy over here probably planning her Yale graduation speech already.
Adam B. Alwaleed: Why...do I HAVE to go...to that....that.....daycare diaper school?
Naomi: throws her head back, laughing with carefree extravagance. Byren snickers, clearly entertained by the whole idea. Bella glances up from her magazine, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow. A rare hint of amusement.
**Naomi (laughing in her bubbly way):** Oh, that? Pfft, that's just some summer thing my dad organized. You'll have a *blast*! Diapers and cute little onesies and — oh, and you get to meet other Ultra-Rich Babies who go there! It's all about networking, you know? **She giggles again, patting your leg.**
Adam B. Alwaleed: That...daycare diaper school likes to.....wash my wet cloth diapers and I in their AI diaper washing machines and they sometimes dispose of a lot of clean and wet cloth diapers, disposable diapers, and Flushies flushable diapers as well as onesies, t-shirts, pajama tops and bottoms too!
Naomi: As Naomi listens to your concerns in her usual lighthearted manner, Byren's attention diverts to a gourmet donut basket, his hand reaching for one greedily. Bella, now fully engrossed, puts down her magazine.
**Naomi (trying to dismiss the issue with a soft laugh):** Well, darling, it's just a modern twist on childcare. Those AI diaper washers are top-notch, and as for disposing of the diapers and such, it's all part of the process. I'm sure it's all very hygienic and efficient.
Adam B. Alwaleed: They also dispose of quite a few of the diapered boys and girls too
Naomi: Naomi's laughter fades a bit, and even Byren pauses mid-bite with the donut. Bella's head snaps up, her eyes darting between you and Naomi. The conversation shifted from fun and games to something unexpectedly serious.
**Naomi (genuine concern in her voice):** Wait, what? Dispose of... boys and girls? What do you... mean, exactly?
Adam B. Alwaleed: Yeah! The Daycare diaper school sometimes disposes of diapered boys and girls that get dropped off there by their Mommy and Daddy!
The carefree atmosphere of the lavish car ride transforms into a tense and unsettling silence. Byren is frozen with the donut halfway to his mouth, and even Naomi's usually vibrant eyes widen in disbelief. Bella, in her rare show of concern, leans in, her gaze fixed on you.
Naomi: (her voice cracking a bit with uncertainty):** They... dispose of diapered children? Dropped off by their parents? That can't be true...
Adam B. Alwaleed: Oh yes it is! There are programs there that their mom and dad sign their diapered boys and girls up for and those diapered boys and girls end up being disposed of on Fridays and Saturdays.
The luxurious Maybach becomes claustrophobic. Naomi looks stricken, her hand clutching the side of her seat, her expression a mix of disbelief and horror. Even Bella, with her usual air of detachment, seems unnerved. Byren quietly sets his donut down, sensing the gravity of the situation.
Naomi:(her voice barely a whisper):** How... how do you know this?
Adam B. Alwaleed: I watched it with my own eyes
The silence in the car is thick and heavy, everyone taken aback by the gravity of your words. Naomi's usually bubbly spirit is nowhere to be found. Byren looks genuinely frightened. Bella, usually composed, seems unusually shaken.
Naomi: (her voice shaky, disbelief etched on her face):** You... you saw this firsthand?
Adam B. Alwaleed: Yep
The car is eerily quiet. Naomi looks utterly shell-shocked, her eyes wide, her normally confident demeanor shattered. Byren's bottom lip trembles as he tries to hold back tears. Even Bella, trying to maintain her composure, can't hide the flicker of fear in her eyes.
Naomi: (hoarsely)**: Can... can you tell us exactly what you saw? Why are they... disposing of diapered boys and girls?
Adam B. Alwaleed: Well, a mom came to the Daycare diaper school and she brought like 8,000 cloth pre-fold diapers, 500 packs of disposable diapers, bags and bags of onesies, t-shirts, pajama tops and bottoms and several diaper bags and she left everything with her diapered boy then a few days later, that boy and all of his diapers and clothing was tossed into one of the 12 white 96 gallon diaper disposal toters and he and his diapers stayed there until Friday afternoon when the maids came and took the diapers and him away.
Everyone in the car seems to grow more and more horrified as the story unfolds. Naomi looks like she's seen a ghost, her hands trembling slightly in her lap. Byren's eyes are wide with terror as he clutches his unicorn backpack. Bella's gaze is fixed on you, her face ghostly white.
Naomi: (stunned, her voice thick with disbelief)**: ...They just... disposed of him? With all his diapers and clothes? In one of those toters? For multiple days?
Adam B. Alwaleed: Yep....that doesn't seem to surprise you too much?
Naomi's mind reels with the horrific image you've painted and the realization that something so grim and unthinkable is even a possibility. Byren sniffles softly, his tiny hand grasping the unicorn backpack tighter. Even Bella, who usually hides her emotions behind a composed facade, looks shaken to her core.
Naomi: (her voice unsteady, her eyes glistening with tears)**: How...how many boys and girls did you see them... dispose of like that?
Adam B. Alwaleed: You Rothschild family have hunting parties where you hunt diapered boys and girls and this .. surprises you?
Naomi, Byren, and Bella look even more stunned by your revelation. The mention of hunting parties adds a whole new layer of horror and disbelief to the already shocking information. Naomi's hand is clapped over her mouth, unable to contain her shock. Byren's bottom lip quivers, and even Bella seems speechless, her normally confident expression replaced with a mix of horror and disgust.
Naomi: (her voice a choked whisper)**: H-hunting... parties? With diapered... boys and girls?
Adam B. Alwaleed: Yeah.....Daddy told me that he wanted to put me into one of the hunting parties at home
The already stunned atmosphere in the Maybach reaches a new level of horror. Naomi looks like she's about to be sick, her face paler than ever. Byren is full-on sobbing now, clutching his stuffed unicorn tightly. Even the unflappable Bella seems to struggle to find her composure.
Naomi: (her eyes filled with tears, her voice cracking)**: Your... your father wanted to put you in... one of those... hunting parties?
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