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Kidnapped: The Disposal

by Trashydiaperedman

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Storycodes: MF+/m; kidnap; diapers; crib; inf; fetish; drug; messy; compactor; dumped; truck; landfill; cons/nc; X

One day as I was on my way to work, I saw a cargo van go by once and then turn at the end of the block. I thought nothing of it at first. As I kept walking down the sidewalk, I saw the same van again. “Maybe he is looking for an address or something,” I thought to myself. The van turned at the end of the block again, this time it turned right instead of left. I thought nothing of it really, because they weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary. Then as I neared the end of the block, I saw the van again. It turned right in front of me then stopped. The sliding door opened and someone dressed in black with a ski mask on pulled me inside. The door shut and locked as I tried to get up. My attempt was stopped as another person wearing a ski mask helped the other person hold me down.

The driver sped down the streets for a little while, turning then driving real fast, then turning again. Before long, the van stopped at a warehouse and drove inside. The sliding door opened and I was dragged out easily and carried into a part of the warehouse that had offices in them once, but now were just empty rooms except for the crib, the changing table and a stack of boxes in one of the corners opposite the crib and changing table. I was carried into the room and laid onto the changing table. I was then tied down to it as one of the people that carried me, began to pull my pants off, exposing my diapered bottom. Just then, some one else came into the room pushing a tall diaper pail full of old wet baby diapers. They pushed it over near the crib then left the room.

The next thing I know, my shirt had been removed and tossed into a trashcan next to the changing table.  Then one of my captures unfastened my diaper and tossed it into the pail next to the crib. They went over to the stack of boxes in the corner of the room and got one of the boxes down, then opened it. The person took out a clear bag of adult diapers and opened it. They took one out and carried it over to me then opened it up. They then slid the diaper under my bottom, added some powder, then pulled the diaper up between my legs, then fastened the tapes. Then one of the other capturers, brought over a clean white t-shirt and began to put it on me. Then I was forced to get down from the changing table and walk over to the crib.

The crib was opened up, then I was lifted up by both of the capturers and laid down inside on top of the crib mattress. Then the side was slide up and the top was closed and locked. The two people then walked out of the room and closed the door, and turned out the light. The room had no windows in it and was very dark. It was also sound proof. About a half an hour later, an older soft-spoken man in his late fifties or early sixties came into the room with a woman and a young man. They all came over to the crib then peered in at me.

"Hello there. You’re probably wondering why you are here, and why you are wearing a diaper. Well, we’ve been observing you for some time now, and we know a lot about you. We know that you wear diapers during the day and at night, and we know that your family has lots of money. We thought that if we kidnapped you, they might want to pay us to get you back. If they don’t pay us, we will simply toss you into the trash compactor out back, with your diapers. We have filled the compactor with as many wet diapers as we could so that when it comes time, you’ll be ready".

"The reason that you are wearing just your diapers and a t-shirt is so that you won’t run away from us. The t-shirt is to keep you from getting a cold. Now if you misbehave during your little stay with us, the young lady will change you into one of these nice wet baby diapers that we brought in here then put you into the trash cart in the other room, before locking the door. You will stay in there, in the cart until some one decides to come get you out of the cart and changed into a clean diaper. We will be on the go a lot and the young lady here will be the one responsible for keeping you in dry, clean diapers. You will not be allowed to talk to any of us, even to tell the young lady here if you are wet or not. She will just have to keep checking your diaper for signs of wetness. You will be treated like a baby, fed like a baby, and dressed like a baby the whole time you are with us."

" Now, I have some questions to ask you. If you don’t answer them right, you will spend an hour locked in the other room and forced to lie in a cart full of wet, unwrapped, open disposable diapers. Each offense will add fifteen minutes to your time spent in the cart. Now, What is you Father’s phone numbers?
(555-4813) Now does he have a cell phone? (515-0101) Good. Now you can spend your time here in your crib. The young lady here will be in here with you to keep you fed and dry while I try these numbers. "

The older man in the business suit and the younger man in jeans and a t-shirt left the room and closed the door. The room was painted white with sound tiles in the plenum.

Some time later, a tall man came into the room pushing another pail full of wet disposable diapers and another pail full of cloth diapers. The pail had the name of a diaper service on it and the diapers inside looked as if they were on their way to a customer when the truck was stolen. The man left again for a second and came back in pushing another pail of cloth diapers into the room. By the smell coming from the pail, the diapers were wet. The pails were pushed over next to the crib I was locked into and left there. I laid down on the mattress and began to take a nap.

The next thing I knew, I found myself on the changing table, getting my diaper changed. Then I was taken back over to the crib and put into it, before the top was locked again. A bottle of cold milk was handed through the bars in the crib. The man in the Business suit and the younger man came back into the room. The lights were turned on as the woman who was taking care of me stood up and faced the man in the business suit.

"Sally dear, I want you to gather up as many diapers as you think the baby will need. Then I want you to fill this duffle bag with some wet cloth diapers from one of those pails over there. Then I need you to take the diaper bag and the duffle bag to the van and load them inside. Then I want you to get some bottles ready for at least a two-day trip. Then when you are finished doing that, Get into the van and wait for us." Said the man in the business suit.

Then the man in the suit told the man standing next to him to get me out of the crib, take me over to the room next door and put him into one of the carts full of wet diapers then put a lid on the cart then lock it. "Make sure that there is enough air inside for the baby to breath". Said the man in the suit. "Then I want you to roll the cart out to the van and put it inside. Get inside and wait for the driver".

The man went into action the minute the man in the suit was done giving him instructions. The man in the suit’s instructions were carried out as the kidnapper man loaded the cart into the van then got in and waited for the driver.

The driver came over to the van a few minutes later and got in. He shut the door, started the van, and then pulled around to pull out of the warehouse. He drove out onto the crowed streets and into traffic. It was lunch hour and there was a lot of traffic out on the streets. The driver headed towards the freeway then turned to get onto the freeway. The driver merged into traffic on the freeway with ease. So that he didn’t attract attention to the van, he drove normally and tried to appear as though he were a delivery driver. The driver was dressed in a gray uniform with a picture of a baby in a diaper embroidered on a patch on the right breast and his name on the left. The driver drove for a long time then exited the freeway. He then drove for a little while longer, going towards the downtown area. He then drove into down town and went down an alley where he turned and stopped in front of a steel sliding door. He honked twice, the steel door then began to rise open.

As soon as the door was open wide enough, he drove into the opening then parked the van. He then turned the engine off, and got out, shutting the door behind him. Every one got out of the van leaving the rear doors open. Four other men then came over to the van and began to unload the cart and anything else from the back of the van. The cart was taken through a door that went into a hallway, then it was pushed down the hall to the end before turning and going into a large room.

The woman, who was supposed to take care of me, came into the room and unlocked the lid on the cart. She then reached into the cart and pulled me out. She made me stand for a second until she could get a clean disposable diaper, some powder out of the diaper bag. Then she made me lay down on a blanket that she had spread out on the floor. She flipped my shirt up and out of the way, and then she untaped my diaper. She pulled my diaper out from under me in a hurry and set it beside me. Then she grabbed the clean disposable diaper, opened it up, slid it under me then opened the front wings, laying the front of the diaper flat on the blanket. She then opened the container of powder and shook some into my diaper and onto me before pulling the diaper up and fastening each tape.

Then the door opened and another woman came into the room. She told Sally not to leave any evidence of that little man’s presence anywhere. "Anything that you have to take off of him and throw away, put into the duffle bag and bring it with you when you leave". She agreed. Then she told her to always be ready to throw me into a trash compactor. Always have some diaper doublers inserted into his diaper so that his diaper will last longer between changes.

Sally thanked the woman as she got up, took my wet disposable diaper over to the duffle bag and put inside. A few minutes go by and the man, who had brought the pails of dirty cloth diapers into the room at the other warehouse, came in pushing the same pails into the room and leaving them. Another man came into the room carrying a large cardboard box. He set the box down near me then walked out. Sally went over to the box and opened it. The box had packages of diaper doublers inside. She took one of the packs out and opened it. She then took out eight doublers then came over to me with them in her hand. She set the doublers down next to me then flipped my shirt up again. She then untaped my diaper again, laying the front of it, down on the blanket. She then began to insert the doublers in the back of my diaper, the middle then the front as evenly as she could. The last two remaining doublers were inserted into the back and middle of my diaper. Then she pulled my diaper up and refastened the tapes.

This time my diaper was very thick and bulky. So bulky in fact, that I had trouble putting my legs together. Then Sally flipped my shirt down. She then got up and left the room, closing the door behind her. A few short minutes go by and I rolled over so that I could crawl over to the door and try to get out of the room. I had just started to crawl towards the door when the door burst open. A woman and two men stood in the doorway, looking at me.

"Where do you think you are going?" Asked the woman. "Pick him up boys, and follow me". Ordered the woman.

The two men brushed past her and came over to me. They both took me under my arms and carried me out of the room. The men followed the woman to an empty nursery in the daycare area of the large building. The two men dragged me into the nursery.

"Lay him up here on this changing table for me, and then you can leave".  Said the woman in a decadently devilish voice.

Once the men did what they were told to do, they left the room. The Woman then locked the door and closed the shades. She then came over to where I was, grabbed a baby bottle full of milk and brought it over to me, then gave it to me. She told me to drink the milk and relax. I began to drink the milk slowly. It tasted like chocolate milk, and it tasted good. So I continued to drink it a little faster. Before I knew what was happening to me, I felt sleepy and very drowsy. She had slipped some date rape drug into the milk before she gave it to me. I tried to stay awake as she took my shirt off, but felt helpless against the drug’s power. She tossed the shirt onto the floor then began to unfasten the tapes of my diaper. She then began to rub some baby lotion liberally onto her hands before coming over to me then spreading it all over me. It was about this time when I lost the battle over the drug’s power and fell into a deep slumber.

When I awoke, I found myself, laying in a cart as it was wheeled around the daycare. Diaper pails full of wet, unwrapped disposable diapers, were being dumped into the cart one at a time.  I was too weak to even protest, let alone move a muscle. The diapers just kept being dumped in on top of me. Then the cart moved again for a little while before it stopped again.

A woman’s voice near the cart said, "Are you going to take the baby to be disposed of? Here, you will need to pick up the diapers from the room he was in and dump them into this cart. When you are done, make sure that you dirty him up a little before you take him out for disposal". Said the woman’s voice.

"Maybe you could rub a few of those wet diapers on him". The woman added a few wet diapers from the room she was just in before she left the room she was in and went down the hall. The cart then stopped in front of one more room and began to empty the wet diapers from the last nursery room, dumping the wet diapers into the cart in a pile. Then, when the last pail was empty, she pushed the cart down the hall and out to the back where the compactor was.

The woman pushed the cart outside, and to the side of the hopper and began to load the diapers into the compactor’s hopper a hand full at a time. Then the woman took a hand full of diapers that uncovered me and tossed them into the compactor. She came back to the cart and lifted me up, carried me over to the edge of the compactor and put me inside of it, laying me down on my back. Then the woman went back to the cart and finished unloading the remaining diapers from the cart, bringing them over each time and dumping them into the compactor on top of me.

Then when the cart was empty, she rolled the cart over to the back entrance then went over to a set of controls, switches and levers. The woman then turned the power to the compactor on, then she flipped some switches, then pushed the lever forward and held it until the compactor finished with the load of diapers and I. Then she let go of the lever, flicked the switches back to their original positions then turned the power off. Then she went over to the cart, pushed it through the entrance and then shut the door.

All of the kidnappers packed up the van and left the warehouse empty. They then drove the van down to the local junkyard where they parked it, got out, took everything that they needed out of the van before the forklift came, picked the van up from underneath, carried it over to the car crusher then loaded the van into the crusher. The van then was crushed into a flat piece of scrap metal a few minutes later. The kidnappers all went over to the other vehicle that was waiting for them as they loaded everything that they had taken from the van into the back before they all got in and drove away, never to be seen or heard from again.

Meanwhile… back at the rear of the warehouse, the trash men had come to collect the compactor full of the wet diapers and I. The compactor was transported over to the dump where the diapers and I were dumped out at the city dump. That same day, about six hours later, some one saw me under all of my diapers and pulled me out. They saw that I was dressed in nothing but a diaper and wondered why I was wearing a diaper until they found out that I couldn’t speak anything but gibberish. Then the people who found me, brought me home, gave me a bath, changed my diaper and sent me to bed in a baby crib until a larger one could be made for me. Later on, the couple that had found me adopted me as their own and I became a truly pampered big little boy.

The End


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