The Secret Room

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Chapter One

 

"This bookcase moves!" I said surprised. We had just moved into a new home a few weeks before and were still getting settled in. I had been removing old books from the bookcases, when one book turned out to be a lever that released the bookcase from the wall.

 

"Really? Let me see." My Mom said and came over. I pulled on the book again and slowly pulled the bookcase away from the wall, revealing the secret room.

 

"What the fuck?" I said surprised as we stepped into the room that seemed to be a combination of a nursery and bondage dungeon.

 

"Watch you mouth!" My Mom snapped at me. "Very interesting." She added as we walked around the large room, admiring the dusty furnishings which included a Crib, a high chair and a changing table ... all sized for a grown person rather than a baby. Three corners of the room were clearly a nursery for a grown baby. The fourth wall, was much scarier. Chains hung from the wall, surrounded by paddles and other instruments of discipline. In front of the wall, a strange wooden contraption my Mom explained as a spanking bench. I wondered how she knew what is was, but let the thought pass quickly as we moved to the closet whose shelves were lined with stacks of diapers, rubber underwear and frilly pink, blue and yellow outfits.

 

"There were definitely some interesting people living here before us." My Mom joked as we left the room and shut the hidden doorway. "We'll just stay out of there for now ... and someday we'll make that an office or something."

 

I nodded in agreement, but secretly planned to return late, on my own, to explore it some more.

 

Chapter Two

 

It was two weeks before I made it back to the secret room. Mom had finally gone back to work, so I knew I'd have a few hours home alone after school. I rushed home and pulled the secret book to open the doorway. For extra security I pulled the doorway closed behind me, just in case Mom came home early.

 

I was surprised to see that the room had been cleaned. All the dust was gone and the linens on the crib's bed had been washed. My mom must have done it one night when I was asleep. This didn't surprise me much as she's a bit of a neat freak and the idea of a dusty dirty room would have driven her crazy.

 

I went over to the closet and selected a thick-looking disposable diaper and a pair of the rubber underwear. I took them over to the crib, lowered the rail and set them on the mattress. After striping out of my school clothes I laid down on the bed and picked the diaper up. It was soft, and cool and felt kind of nice, so I unfolded it and laid it under me. I had some difficulty getting the tape tabs attached, but I got the diaper on me pretty snug. Sitting up on the edge of the bed I felt the stretchy rubber underwear and threaded the leg holes over my feet. Standing, I pulled the pant up and over the diaper, and let the waist band go with a stinging snap against the bare skin just above the diaper's plastic.

 

I hadn't gone to the restroom all afternoon, intentionally, so I laid back on the crib bed and tried to relax. I felt silly laying there in a diaper and rubber underwear, but it also made me feel very warm and the soft padding felt good surrounding my sensitive area. After a few minutes I relaxed enough to feel a few drops of pee escape my penis. Instinctively my muscles clamped down stopping the flow, and I had to remind myself I MEANT to wet myself! A few seconds later the floodgates finally opened and a heavy stream of urine filled the diaper, making it even more warm and squishy. I laid there for a while, enjoying the feel of the wet diaper when another urge hit me. I needed to poop!

 

I wasn't brave enough to do it in the diaper, so I jumped up and hurried to the doorway to go to the restroom. I reached for the door knob..... THERE WASN'T ONE! I looked for another lever or button, or some way to open the doorway from the inside but it just wasn't there. "Oh Shit!" I swore, and meant it in more than one way. Why hadn't I made sure I could open the door from the inside? It was a hidden dungeon, I should have thought it would be designed to lock someone in!

 

I sat on the bed, staring at the door, scared of what I knew I was going to have to do. The pressure in my belly was getting worse and I knew I was going to have a real accident soon if I didn't get out of there. Reluctantly I picked up my pants and took my cell phone from my pocket. With trembling fingers I dialed my Mom's work number.

 

"I'm sorry, I can't leave early my first day back. You're just going to have to stay there until I get home!" My Mom had said after I told her I was locked in the secret room. I lied and said I was just checking it out again, but I could tell from her tone that she knew I had been playing around one way or another.

 

I checked my watch, It was only 3:45. Mom wouldn't be home for at least an hour and a half, and I knew I couldn't hold it that long. I decided it was pointless to subject myself to the pain of delaying the inevitable, so I laid down on the bed, closed my eyes and pushed.

 

Chapter Three

 

There were no baby wipes or anything in the closet I could clean up with, so I kept the wet and dirty diaper on, but put my pants and shirt back on before my Mom got there. I was crying with embarrassment when the doorway finally opened and my Mom walked in carrying a couple of bags.

 

"Get up on the changing table!' My mom ordered and I immediately obeyed, laying uncomfortably in my own mess. "I didn't think you'd be able to hold it, and the stench in here tells me I was right. I HOPE you were smart enough to have a diaper on when you shit your pants!" I nodded and softly said "Yes" between sobs. "Well, that's good, at least." My mom said in a disappointed tone, setting the bags down on the crib bed. From one of the bags she removed a tub of baby wipes and brought them over to the table. "Don't try to help, and don't argue with me, Understand?" I nodded again.

 

My mom unbuckled my belt and took my pants off of me, then pulled the rubber underwear down and dropped them on top of my pants on the floor. With experienced hands she untapped the badly soiled diaper. "Lift your legs all the way up." She instructed. I did so and she held them with one hand while pulling the diaper out from under me with the other. As she removed it, she used the diaper to scrape much of the poop off me. She set the diaper aside and started puling wipes from the tub and carefully cleaned my backside. She had me set my legs down and then wiped my front side clean as well. When I was clean she put all the wipes inside the soiled diaper and rolled it up into a ball, which she placed into an empty shopping bag and tied it shut. I watched as she headed for the closet, but thought twice about objecting... even when she removed a stack of white cloth and a pink, frilly underpant that was made of plastic and lace.

 

I just laid there sobbing as she folded three cloth diaper together and laid them under me. She pulled the front up over me and pinned it all together very tight around my waist. Then she handed me the frilly pant and told me to get up and put them on. I did as I was told, though I started to cry again as I did it. "Get in the crib" she ordered next, taking the other bags off of it. "But Mom..." I pleaded before she cut me off. "Now!" I climbed up and laid on the bed. She handed me one of the bags and I looked inside. It had chicken nuggets and fries from a fast food place and several juice boxes in it. As I looked, Mom raised the rail of the crib until it clicked, locking in to place.

 

"Goodnight Baby." She said as she closed the bookcase from the outside locking me in. I could get out of the crib of course, but not out of the room. Understanding my fate I enjoyed my happy meal, and enjoyed the warmth of my super-thick cloth diapers.