The Booth Babe - Part 3 (Patreon)

Naomi's own clothes, complete with her panties, were placed in the bag while she stood there, in her new diaper, sniffling pitifully as she squirmed in place, trying to get used to the feeling of it. By the time she decided, for sure, that she couldn't do this, and she was going to quit, the bag had been hidden away somewhere, out of sight, and the woman was leading her, by the hand, to the curtain.

"I-I don't wanna do this," Naomi protested, but the woman was enough stronger than her that she couldn't stop the advance. "I-I'm sorry, I think I need..."

"It'll be all right," the woman promised, pushing her out through the curtain. "You're going to do great! Just stay on this side of the table, okay?"

Naomi froze as soon as she was outside the relative privacy of the booth, seeing all the people out there, setting up their own booths. Her hands shot to her crotch, trying to hide what she was wearing, but when she bowed her head to avoid catching the attention of anyone, she saw she couldn't possibly cover the whole thing.

Soon enough, she could see the feet of people traipsing past the table, stopping and snickering to each other, or themselves, making her even more self-conscious, positive they were laughing at her, a fully-grown woman, in a diaper. After getting a better look at it, when doing her best to pretend she was there, alone, and not in front of a whole convention center full of people, she'd begun to think it was an actual baby diaper, too, which made it all the worse, since it fit her perfectly.

"Did they use this on you?" one person asked. "Is that why you're such a good little baby?"

She didn't fully process that she was being spoken to until they were already gone. By lifting her head, in confusion, to try and see them, however, she got a glimpse of the other booths, and saw that she was not the only person in diapers... Far from it. There were women in other booths, wearing many different kinds of them, and even some of the people walking around had them on. Their booth was tucked away in the corner, so it was hard to see what anyone else was selling - and without stepping around to the other side of the table, even what she was advertising - but she suspected it was some kind of kink convention.

She came out of her shell, knowing she didn't look so out of place after all, smiling at her customers, and even, on request, posing for pictures. It felt like a lot of people were more interested in her diaper than her, making sure to get nice and close to it when they snapped their shots, which was fine with her... Hopefully, anyone who saw the pics would focus on that, too, so they wouldn't recognize her if they saw her on the street.

Eventually, one of the people who stopped at the booth asked, "And how does this work, exactly?"

Like they'd been standing back there, waiting, the man and woman threw aside the curtain. "Would you like a demonstration?" the man asked, and when the customer nodded, the woman grabbed Naomi, escorting her back inside. She didn't even bother to ask if Naomi needed help this time; she simply did it for her, quickly changing her into a new outfit. It was a schoolgirl uniform, and while it was embarrassing, it definitely covered more than what she'd had on before.

"Do you remember your lines?" she asked, and Naomi nodded. 

The customer was escorted inside, and, obediently, Naomi walked up to him. "Look, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "I made it all the way through school!" She saw the woman tugging at her pant legs, and blushed as she realized what that meant. Bashfully, she lifted her skirt, showing off her diaper, reminding herself that she'd been wearing it out in the open just a few minutes before anyway. "Can I have a reward?"

The customer chuckled and nodded. "Of course."

Naomi wasn't sure what to do for their - her 'script' had been those few sentences, along with a variation of them, and that was all. The woman took her by the hand, leading her to a little platform with a small, white machine on it, pushing her down on top of it. "Keep your skirt up," she whispered. "And have fun!"

"Wh-What?" Naomi glanced up at her, then gasped as she felt the machine below her begin to pulsate. She blushed, gasping as she felt the vibrations through her padding and she realized what this was. She couldn't do this! Not here, in front of everyone, and not in a diaper! When she looked around the booth, however, she could see other mysterious machines, which were much more ominous looking, along with some good, old fashioned paddles...

Suddenly, the variation in her lines, the one where she apologized for not making it, and asking if she needed to be punished, made sense. And, as she felt the padding between her legs starting to grow damp already, she knew that, next time someone wanted a demonstration, she was probably going to have to submit to one of those anyway... Why not enjoy herself first, before then? She had a feeling this was going to be a very long day, after all....