The Application - Part 3 (Patreon)

"I'm so sorry, dearie," Mrs. Fairfield gave her a hug, patting her on the diaper. "We just expect preschoolers to do that before bedtime, so we don't monitor their rooms like we do the nursery."

"A-And the bed was too small," Lizzie sniffled. "I fell off and everything!"

"Oh, no," the Amazon shook her head. "They are meant for littles, but I didn't think it would make that much of a difference. Are you used to rails on your bed, sweetie?"

"No!" Lizzie snapped back with a blush. "I-I'm a big girl..."

"Well, you were," Mrs. Fairfield told her gently. "You applied to be a student here, remember? That was your choice... You agreed to be a little girl again, and..."

"I wanna go back!" Lizzie wailed. "I hate it! I-I liked finger-painting, but the rest was awful... I-I tried to be good, but I don't like it!"

Mrs. Fairfield nodded. "I see that... I have a solution I'd like to try, if you'd agree."

"I-Is it going back to being a big girl?" Lizzie asked with a defiant sniffle.

The Amazon smiled. "Not exactly..."

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Lizzie giggled as she made the stuffed bunny hop along the floor of the playpen, the stuffed kitty following close behind. It looked like the kitty was going to catch her, but it didn't realize the bunny's secret weapon... With a huge hop, the bunny leapt out of the way of the mean kitty... And over the edge of her playpen.

She gasped, getting up on her knees and staring at the floor beyond, where her toy was lying, helpless and out of reach. None of the attendants were looking her way, but... She squirmed, whimpering softly as she looked at the bunny, wanting it back, but knowing that only bad girls got out of their playpens without permission. Some of the other girls didn't have a choice, since the playpens were too tall for them. She could get out, but...

"Oh, did she hop away again?" the teacher asked as she got to Lizzie's side, smiling at the girl as she retrieved her toy, setting it back in the playpen where it belonged. "She does that a lot, doesn't she?"

Lizzie nodded bashfully, sucking on her pacifier. "She's sowwy."

"That's okay," the teacher told her gently. "But why don't you play with something else for a while?"

"Okay," Lizzie agreed, looking around at her toys before finding a drawing tablet. She was already so into her picture that she barely noticed getting checked... Just like she barely noticed, a few minutes later, when her diaper began to fill.

It wasn't until she was done playing, and had sat back up and felt the mushy contents of her diaper squelch beneath her, that she realized what had happened. All it took was another whimper, and someone was at her side, ready to help. That's all it took now, no matter where she was, or what she was doing... If she ever needed anything, there was somebody to get it for her... And, now that she didn't have to worry about classes, she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to either - with the exception of baths, but even those weren't too bad with her bath toys - she could just play all day, then get tucked into her crib, with its nice, secure bars to keep her from falling out, at night, and know that if anything happened in her pants, all it took was a cry to have somebody come and take care of it.

"Awww, poor thing," the attendant cooed. "We'll get you all fixed up... Oh, what did you make there?" Lizzie held up the drawing pad bashfully, having forgotten to erase it. It wasn't really a drawing, so she was afraid the attendant wouldn't mind it, but the woman just grinned. "You sure do, don't you?" she asked, giving Lizzie a hug. The baby smiled and nodded. "Such a good girl... Come on, let's go get you into a new one."