I'm a 28 years-old Hungarian ABDL college student, and so far, I've found no person to whom I could express my fetish desires. This year, a Halloween party was coming up with some of my friends, and after a long period of contemplation, I've decided to dress up as a Zombie Baby, with visible diapers and infant apparel. If people who know me see me in baby clothes, so be it, at least they will get used to the idea of adults wearing baby clothes and diapers.
It was the late afternoon of October 31st. I've gathered some of my flat cloth diapers, tie-on "snibb" diaper covers, some baby oil, baby powder, and diaper cream in a plastic bag, with some facepaint and fake tattoos to make my body look more like a rotting corpse. (I was born in Hungary in 1990, where and when all-in-one disposable diapers were pretty expensive, and this is the method I was diapered back then. I still prefer this method out of childhood nostalgia).
So, anyhow, I've gathered up all of my supplies, and went to the apartment of my Mom's friend, a 60-year-old woman called Éva, who agreed to host our party.
I rang the correct door with the security system in front of the apartment building, I was let it, and went to the 5th floor with the elevator to Éva's apartment. She opened the door, and greeted me warmly. She was dressed up as a Witch, her fingernails painted in black and red, alternating after each finger. She had bright, neon-colored green eye shadow below her eyes, contrasted with her black eyeliner. Her hair was in its natural dark brown color, with bright red highlights, somewhat curled and permed. She also had her early 80s-style heart-shaped glasses on, which looked pretty stylish combined with her makeup and clothes.
A gush of warm air and a homely smell radiated out from her apartment, a mixture of the warmth of her heating system, the smell of her cleaning products, and her natural smell. I've instantly felt more relaxed.
We greeted eachother and went inside.
"Is anyone else here?" I asked.
"No, you're the first one to arrive." she answered. "Would you like a glass of champagne?" she added.
I've agreed, at least to quell my anxiety over my costume which I was about to put on. She popped open a bottle of champagne, and poured both of us a glass.
"Isten, Isten!" she said. We clinked our glasses and drank the alcoholic beverage.
The drink relaxed me somewhat, and we started to watch TV, waiting for the other guests to arrive. While we were waiting, she brought in some hors d'oeuvres from the kitchen, open-face sandwiches with butter, ham, cheese, slices of hard-boiled eggs, and horseradish. I've thanked her, and we both started munching on some sandwiches.
While watching TV, we both talked about some old experiences we had when I was younger. She mentioned some things from my babyhood, such as how hard it was to potty train me, and how interested I was in diaper commercials when they came on the TV, and I couldn't stop a certain coldness flooding over me, and my face blanching while she mentioned these things, especially considering the kind of Halloween costume I was about to unveil.
I suggested that we drink another glass of champagne, and she promptly agreed, pouring both me and herself another glass.
She started channel-surfing, looked into the TV guide, and saw that a horror film "A Nightmare on Elm Street" was coming up in an hour on one of the commercial TV stations as a Halloween Special. We both agreed to watch that, and suddenly my phone announced a Viber message with the characteristic "Ding-ding" sound.
One of my friends, Edina, messaged me. She said that their train's engine ripped the overhead wires, and now they are sitting in the middle of nowhere. A Diesel engine will come and tow them back to the nearest bigger station, from where a bus will take them home, but they can't come to the party.
"Well, it looks like it will be the two of us then." Éva said, as I told her about Edina's message. She looked at my bulging plastic bag, and said that I could get dressed in my costume as there is no sense to be waiting for anything in this case.
I grabbed my bag and entered the spare bedroom somewhat nervously. I put my stack of cloth diapers, the bottle of baby oil, tube of diaper cream, one of my tie-on diaper covers, and the bottle of baby powder onto the bed.
Just as I was starting to arrange them, Éva burst into the room, starting to ask me something. She stopped as she saw what I have unloaded onto the bed.
"Oh, you want to be diapered like a baby? Is that your costume?" She asked.
"I...I thought it would be interesting..." I stammered.
"It is a great idea, you would look so cute!" she answered. "I can help you put them onto you, you know, I've diapered you countless times, when you were little!"
I was just frozen there, while she came over to me, and seeing my hesitation, simply told me, "Let me help you."
She pulled off my T-Shirt and pants, then my underpants.
"Ohh, you are shaved down there, you look just like a little baby!" she squealed.
I was totally in shock and couldn't believe that this was happening to me. But on the other hand, I was excited that one of my deepest desires was finally coming true. I've always wanted to be diapered by someone else, even in my childhood after I was potty trained, and Éva, my Mother's friend, who always looked after me and took care of me as long as I can remember when my parents were busy, seemed like the most natural choice.
"Ohh, cloth diapers, and tie-on plastic covers. How cute and fitting. Nowadays, there are all-in-one disposable adult diapers around, but you chose the technique with which you were diapered back when you were little. You really want to remember what it was like to be a baby, don't you?" she said.
Before I could answer, she professionally folded out the PVC diaper cover onto the bed, and folded a cloth diaper onto it in a triangle-shape, with a more bulky area in the middle.
I was in a daze by this point, and simply laid back on the bed, onto the prepared diaper. Without saying another thing, she squirted some diaper cream from the tube onto her finger, and massaged in into my buttcrack, onto my scrotum, into the fold between my thigh and the area between my legs, and onto the area above my penis.
Next, she powdered me all around my diaper area, she folded the "triangle" diaper onto me, tucked the thicker bulky part into the front, and folded another cloth diaper, folded into the shape of a rectangular pad over me, reaching from my butt to my abdomen.
Next came the plastic diaper cover, which she folded onto me, and tied it at my hips with knots.
She patted the front of my diaper, and said: "Now you are ready. Wow, I've never forgotten how to diaper you all through these years."
I was still in a daze: My Mom's friend just diapered me professionally, just like when I was 2 years old. How long I've desired for something like this to happen to me. And how here I am laying in front of her, with my PVC covers tied around me, holding my bulging cloth diapers.
She acted totally unfazed from the experience and we eventually returned to the living room, watching TV while spreading out onto her bed.
While laying there, she applied my fake scars and darkened skin patches onto me to complete my "Zombie Baby" image, and snapped some pictures of me with her phone.
"A very creative costume, and it fits you really well!" she said while kissing me on the cheek.
"A Nightmare on Elm Street" eventually came on the TV, and we were watching the film, while laying on the bed in various positions.
Eventually I started to become sleepy, and was feeling very relaxed: Her apartment was very warm, I felt very safe and nurtured around her, her bedsheets, pillows, and covers smelled very familiar and comforting, and were also soft. I eventually wound up laying back on a pillow, with my diapered butt in her lap, her laying her hand on my diaper.
But before I could fall asleep, I wanted to watch the end of the film, and on top of it, I needed to go pee. She noticed my uncomfortable expression, and the tensing of my body, and asked me what is wrong.
"I want to see the end of the film, but I have to pee." I said.
"Hellloooo?" she said, drumming her fist against my diaper. "You have a diaper on, just like when you were a baby. I've made sure to cream and powder you up well, so you won't get a rash. Just wet yourself like when you were little. I'll change you, when your diaper is full." she said.
I was again both shocked and excited. This was again something I've always desired, and suddenly it was happening to me. As she finished talking, she simply laid her palm back onto my diaper.
I was no stranger to wetting my own diapers in the privacy of my own room, but I've never done something like this before since my potty training.
Nevertheless, the alcohol in my system, and Éva's nurturing behavior brought me to a "now or never" state of mind. I relaxed my body, sighed, and started peeing.
It felt so relaxing and self-expressing to wet my diaper in front of Éva. I also let out a loud fart as my insides relaxed. Éva let out a small chuckle at that and must have felt my diaper warming up under her hand.
Eventually, the stream stopped, and I let out a long sigh.
"Feels good, baby?" Éva asked me with a smile.
"Yes, thank you." I answered.
"You're welcome." she said, and patted my diaper.
Eventually the film ended, and we both felt sleepy. The original plan for the night was that I would sleep with my friends in the spare bedroom, but Éva offered me to sleep with her, just like when I was a baby. We both climbed into bed, she turned the lights off, and plainly told me that she always knew I wanted to wear diapers. I again blanched at this revelation, but she said that after I was potty trained, she saw me looking at diaper commercials on TV with a very intent and focused look full of desire, that my Mom told her that I was caught sometimes trying to make makeshift diapers out of household stuff and I was very reluctant to let go of my babyhood toys.
She reached out and guided my hand to her hair, saying that I always liked running my fingers through either my Mom's or her hair while falling asleep.
I felt like being in Heaven. I was openly in a wet diaper in front of Éva, she was babying me, and I was warm and safe in her apartment, lying in bed with her with all of the familiar and comforting, homely smells around me. It didn't take long for me to fall into a very relaxing and deep sleep. For the first time in many years, I truly felt and slept like a baby.