Automated Trashbagging

I worked for a company that built and installed waste disposal systems in residential blocks of flats. 

The company's latest invention was the Plastic Wrap Compactor. The idea was simple. To save on maintenance and cleaning costs, the entrance to the trash compactor had a massive hollow metal chamber in which the residents trash would be sealed in heavy duty plastic sheeting, before compaction, in order to seal in all liquids, solids and smells inside heavy duty plastic  sheeting. This reduced spillages and thereby cut down the amount of cleaning and maintenance that the compactor itself needed.

Like most residential blocks of flats, the residents were to drop their trash down a trash chute. But this chute fed the trash directly into the wrapping chamber.

Steel rollers inside the wrapping chamber automatically fed the heavy duty plastic sheeting into the wrapping chamber each time the chamber was emptied, and this plastic sheeting was wrapped around the inside of the chamber to form a sort of bag shape, roughly two metres deep, by two metres wide. The trash would fall into this large enclosure, and once full, the wrapping machine, would feed the bag between two sets of steel rollers designed to flatten and squash the trash, inside the bag, before a heating element sealed the top of the bag closed. This helped prevent the plastic bag from rupturing during the compaction process, as most of the air was squeezed out, before it was sealed and compacted.

The now sealed bag would then be dropped into the compactor below, automatically by the machine, and crushed further; before the compacted and sealed waste, was containerised ready for collection.

A new block of residential flats had just been built, and I had just finished installing the Plastic Wrap Compactor and I had wired up everything ready for when the properties were sold and the residents could then start to use their new state of the art waste disposal system for their own domestic waste.

Having an intimate knowledge of the system, I had often fantasized about being captured by the machine and treated as if I was merely trash waiting to be disposed of. I knew how to crawl inside the wrapping chamber, and I had often visited the sites after work, to undress and enter the machine, to pretend my wife had disposed of me as trash, and I was left to the mercy of the machine, to be sealed in heavy duty plastic wrap, before being rolled flat, and then compacted. All the while, rubbing my naked body against the heavy duty plastic sheeting.

It was all very safe. I always made sure that the building was empty and I was alone. My weight was insufficient to automatically trigger the machine's sensor, and the only other way it could be started was if it was manually activated by a switch located in the basement. This switch was designed to be operated in the event that you needed to empty the wrapping chamber earlier than when the automatic weight sensor would be tripped. This was to help clear obstructions and any bulky material, in case trash ever got stuck in the wrapping chamber.

The staff working on the installation project were always informed when the properties were being visited or being sold; and our installation deadlines had to make sure all tools and waste were cleared away and the site tidied, so as to give the property buyers a good first impression.

I had spent many extra hours on site, playing with myself inside the wrapping chamber, fantasizing until I came and came.

No one ever knew. I worked alone, and I made sure I told no one about my secret after hours visits. Not even my wife knew about my kinky plastic and trash fetish.

To guarantee some undisturbed 'me time', I had even told her that I was away for the next few nights, with mates, just so that I could spend a few nights alone in the wrapping chamber with just my sexy thoughts for company.

My wife worked as an estate agent showing perspective buyers around the properties for sale, and this also worked to my advantage, as we would often discuss when she was taking clients around the new properties, so that I could make myself scarce long before they arrived.

On the night in question, I had arrived as normal, and had found somewhere private to stash my clothes, and I had climbed inside the wrapping chamber, naked. I knew the properties were empty, and my wife was not due to show anyone round for a few days yet.

Inside the wrapping chamber, it was dark and sexy smooth with all surfaces covered in lovely heavy duty plastic wrap. The 'walls' and 'floor' of the wrapping chamber being covered in plastic.

I felt the plastic sheeting on my naked feet as I entered the wrapping chamber. My cock instantly got hard.

I laid down on the floor, the smooth, shiny, heavy duty black plastic sheeting was cold to the touch, but my hot body soon warmed up the plastic surface, and it was not long before I was sliding my sweaty naked body across the plastic beneath me as I rode it to yet another amazing orgasm.

The total darkness inside the wrapping chamber making it easy to fantasise about being discarded, as I was all alone in there.

Unbeknown to me, the estate agency where my wife worked had received an urgent call from some big-wig who wanted to see the latest residential development. Whilst normally, my wife knew to let me know of any visitors so that I could make the place look presentable before their visit (more like, to make sure I got out of the wrapping chamber, put my clothes on, and leave without being discovered); this client was insistent that he wanted to visit the site now.

"Well" she thought to herself, "I hope Daffy has finished tidying the place up. But as he is not around to ask, I will have to just make excuses to the client, if the property is not quite up to showroom standard".

Inside the wrapping chamber I was blissfully unaware that my wanking session inside the wrapping chamber was about to be interrupted.

My wife and her client had now entered the building as well.

I was no longer alone.

"Well as you can see", she said to her client, "The property is not quite finished off. There is still some last minute decorating to be done, but all the electrical appliances are installed and working."

She showed the client around a number of the empty, furnished flats.

He asked what the steel hatches in wall of each public corridor was for.

"Oh," my wife replied, "That is the trash chute. It feds the waste into a new waste system that my husband has just installed".

After the visit, her client asked to look around the basement. "What is in here ?", he asked.

"This is where the waste compactor and the new waste system I told you about is located", she replied.

The two of them entered the basement.

Inside the wrapping chamber, I heard some people enter the basement, just a few feet away from the outside of the machine I was hiding in.

"Oh no", someone is in the basement, I thought to myself.

Then I heard my wife's voice, as she showed her client around.

On realising it was my wife, I questioned in my head, "Why did she not tell me that anyone was due to visit. I am still naked inside here. Now I cannot get out without them seeing me naked", I fumed.

But then I remembered that I had lied to her and she thought I was away with my mates. Perhaps she had got an urgent call from someone wanting to visit, and she was unable to contact me and let me know because I was in here.

I relaxed and pretended I was no where to be found, as I laid there in perfect silence, hidden inside the wrapping chamber of the Plastic Wrap Compactor.

Then my thoughts returned to my fantasy. Here I was, naked inside the wrapping chamber, with my wife and a stranger just a few feet away, oblivious to the fact I was in here enjoying myself.

I was just about to come again, fantasising about being disposed of, by her, as her trash; when her client enquired how the waste disposal system worked.

I froze when I heard those words.

"Well" she explained in a matter of a fact voice, "It is fully automated. A sensor detects when the bag inside the wrapping chamber is full, before it seals the trash inside. Then it compacts it, in the trash compactor below, and then the trash is shoved into a container ready for collection. It is all very modern, my husband says it saves on cleaning and maintenance costs too."

Then her client enquired about the little green 'on' button on the side of the machine........

"Don't press that !!" I thought, "I am alive and I am still in here !!"  

It is one thing to fantasise about being treated as trash. It is something else to actually be processed in a waste disposal system as if you were nothing but trash yourself.

But it was all far too late, if I had wanted to avoid being processed as trash.

"I think it is a manual override button," she said to him, as my wife pressed it.

This action of hers caused the Plastic Wrap Compactor to be switched on. While unbeknown to them both, her naked husband was still trapped inside.

She was oblivious to the fact that I was naked inside the monstrous machine, caught in the very same wrapping chamber where the residents' domestic waste would start on its journey to be processed through the waste disposal system.

Immediately the machine started to process me just as it would the vast volumes of domestic waste from the hundreds of residents that would shortly be living in the residential flats above the machine.

Despite the danger, my cock exploded hot cum at the reality of being processed as domestic waste.

I felt the plastic bag that contained my naked body, be drawn in through the huge steel rollers as they activated. Forcing my naked body to be eaten by the machine, as I, and the heavy duty plastic sheeting that surrounded me, was squeezed between the rollers, and the air was forced out.

The steel rollers, squeezing the heavy duty plastic sheeting against my naked body, gave me no chance of escape.

The rollers above and below turned as they pulled me, and the plastic wrap, inside; giving me nothing to hold onto, as I madly tried in vain to scramble against the rotating action of the steel rollers, as they just effortlessly pulled me inside.

My hands just slipped on the plastic wrap that was already wet from the hours I had spent inside breathing and cumming.

I was soon done up like a plastic version of an Egyptian mummy as the massive machine showed me no mercy as it ate me whole.

Firstly the rollers took my legs inside, then my hips, then my torso, finally my arms and head went in as well. Luckily, it merely rolled me flat to the same width as my body, so I was squeezed flat, but not crushed.

Had I been inside with tonnes of garbage, I might have now resembled a pancake.

I had survived the first stage of the process, being rolled flat.

Above me the heating element sealed the plastic bag shut, and I was now trapped inside as nothing more than bagged and flattened waste.

I now had no air supply, unless I could pierce a hole in the thick heavy duty plastic sheeting.

But before I could move, moments later the floor of the wrapping chamber opened, and my plastic bagged and sealed naked body fell into the waste compactor, as the first bag of trash that the, as yet, unused compactor was to process.

I was squeezed further, but nothing escaped, not even the sound of a scream, as I was containerised ready for collection and final disposal.

It was ironic that I had installed the damn thing, and had even got to see my ultimate sexual fantasy come true, of my wife disposing of me as just domestic trash, left to the inner workings of this machine, to be plastic wrapped, rolled flat and then compacted still further.

My wife finished showing her client around the property, still none the wiser what she had done to her naked husband.

Her client was obviously impressed by the guided tour that my wife had given him; as he decided to purchase the flats and sublet them to tenants as the building's new landlord.

My wife never knew what had become of me. That I had been processed by the actual machine my company sold, and that I had installed; as nothing more than trash. I had been bagged in plastic, rolled flat between huge steel rollers, to be sealed, and then compacted some more. Finally to end my days, containerised along with everyone else's domestic trash, and disposed of, when the council came to empty the contents out of the container. No one would even find my body. 

I now looked just like a squashed trash bag; because that was exactly what I had become.

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17.03.15