Judy Hopps and Chief Bogo star in…
New Uniforms pt.2 featuring Nick Wilde
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        “You’re late, Hopps. Or, that is to say, you’re not fifteen minutes early for once,” Bogo grunted, staring down at the rabbit as she hurried to drink her coffee before it cooled completely. The early morning sunlight streaming through the buffalo’s office windows cast harsh shadows on his face, and Judy could only make out his silhouette. 


        “I apologize, Chief,” Judy began, her heart pounding slightly from her hurried dash through the halls. “Officer Clawhauser took me aside and explained the…updated dress code.” She gestured down to the ZPD onesie that stretched tightly across her slightly damp padding.


        “Oh, good. Suppose that saves some time after all,” Bogo replied, his eyes lingering on the rabbit’s bulge. From the way it had already expanded slightly, he could tell that Judy’s diaper was either much too large, or lightly used. Seeing as the work day had yet to officially begin, that didn’t exactly reflect very well on the rabbit’s potty training.


        “Where’s Nick?” Judy questioned, attempting to ignore the fact that Bogo’s intimidating gaze seemed to be fixed on her diaper. Things had moved so quickly before that she hadn’t quite had time to adjust. Her legs being bare and exposed this way made her feel slightly uncomfortable.


        “He just stepped out to make a copy of your mission briefing. Seems like someone in the back office didn’t get the memo that you were back on duty today.” Judy nodded, unsure what to say to fill the silence. Usually, the rabbit couldn’t help but ramble on and on. Wearing a diaper, however, she felt too self-conscious to say much. Except…


        “Why wasn’t I informed about the new uniforms before this morning?” she asked, tilting her head to the side in confusion. “It was only a few days ago that we last spoke on the phone. Clawhauser said this has been going on for a few weeks now.” Judy continued, her train of thought only briefly distracted by a sudden rumbling in her stomach. 


        Judy leaned forward slightly, resting one hand on her distressed tummy, using her other hand to take a sip of coffee. She attempted to downplay it, straightening back up, but after the last few weeks Bogo could recognize that sound anywhere. 


        “Well, up until yesterday, things were in a sort of trial period. After reviewing the data, and seeing that these things did actually make the department more efficient…” Bogo began explaining, awkwardly trailing off towards the end, his clear discomfort undermining the buffalo’s usually confident tone.


        “So you’re saying it’s a permanent…ungh…permanent change now?” Judy asked, her body starting to shake as the gurgling in her stomach continued to intensify. Slowly, her hand shaking, she took another sip of her coffee, hoping it would help to settle her down. Caffeine might be a stimulant, but it had become a part of her morning routine. Today, however, it didn’t seem to help. 


        “Yes, it’s been decided. Most of the toilets were removed from the building last night, and they’re getting the rest of them later today.” Bogo replied slowly, watching as Judy squirmed. “Are you alright, Hopps?”


        “Y-yes. I’m fine. So, what’s the mission that we’re-damn it!” Judy groaned, feeling her entire body tense up. She’d put up a valiant fight, but in that moment, the dam broke.


        Her coffee cup fell from her hand, splattering onto the carpet as her knees buckled slightly. Her little rabbit tail shot up, and with a muffled fart, a wave of shit blasted out into the seat of her diaper. Judy froze, clenching her muscles as though by freezing in place, she could somehow stop it.
        
        Instead, she stood there in an awkward half-squat, looking directly into Bogo’s eyes as she messed herself. Her police onesie, which had already been stretched tight over her padding, started to distort as she continued packing her diaper full of her own mess. The light blue fabric quickly became so overstretched that the brown mess that was her diaper showed clearly through. 


        “Jesus Christ, Hopps,” Bogo exclaimed, pushing himself onto his feet and taking a step back. “What the hell did you eat for breakfast?” The rabbit’s face turned bright red, and she tried to stammer through a response.


        “I-I’m s-sorry, Chief! I have n-n-no idea what’s-ungh!” Judy grunted, collapsing to her knees as another massive fart blasted from her ass, followed by a fresh wave of diarrhea that weighed down her diaper until it nearly touched the soft green carpet. 


        “Aside from a bit of wetting towards the end of the day, no one’s actually been using these things, as far as I know! We all just hold it until the end of our shifts!” the astonished buffalo replied, second-hand embarrassment sweeping over him as one of his star officers made a humiliating mess of herself on the floor.


        “I-I don’t know why this is happening!” Judy replied, gasping and panting in the calm period between waves, getting down on her knees and elbows, the hot wash of shame she felt nearly enough to rival the squishy warmth between her legs. At this point, her diaper had grown so heavy she might have struggled to stand even if she wanted to. 


        “Sure you don’t!” 


        The voice wasn’t Bogo’s, and it clearly came from the now-open door to the office, but just as Judy tried to turn around and see who it was, another intense cramp in her stomach forced her back down.


        “I mean, seriously, Carrots.” Nick smirked, walking around to the rabbit’s side. “I could hear your gas all the way from the copier.” He knelt down next to her, reaching a tentative hand out and squeezing her messy diaper.


        “Nick! Please don’t-mmmhh,” Judy moaned, the pressure of the fox’s hand pushing her mess into her fur in a way that felt uncomfortably pleasurable. At that moment, with one more grunt, she finished emptying her bowels into the padding, causing it to expand just a little more, pushing back against Nick’s hand. With that done, she finally collapsed onto the ground, her arms and legs spread out beneath her. 


        “Please don’t do what?” he chuckled, reaching out with both hands and groping her diaper more aggressively, causing Judy to moan even louder.


        “Don’t encourage her, Wilde,” Bogo chastised, his voice distorted by the fact that he was plugging his nose. “If you keep teasing her, she’s just going to keep doing this.”


        “But it wasn’t on purpose!” Judy replied, her voice quivering as Nick ignored the Chief’s order and continued playing with her diaper to torment her.


        “Oh, so the little baby bunny can’t control when she needs to go potty?” Nick chuckled, sneakily taking a picture and sending it to Clawhauser. The cheetah deserved to be one of the first to see the results of his own handiwork, after all. “We’d better get you changed, I don’t think your big, stinky diaper will fit in the car!” He temporarily left Judy in peace, turning his attention to Bogo.


“So, was there anything else you needed to tell us before we set off on our assignment?” Nick asked with a sly grin, retrieving his briefing document from the floor and reviewing it.


“Just get out of my sight,” Bogo sighed, cracking open a window and turning on the fan. “And have someone send me an air freshener.” Nick obliged, hoisting the humiliated rabbit up onto his shoulder and carrying her out of the room, her bloated diaper on full display to their fellow officers as he made his way back down to the lobby.


“I swear, this has never happened before,” Judy mumbled into Nick’s ear, burying her face in his neck to avoid the disgusted looks of the people they passed in the hallway, all of them diapered, but all of them clean. 


“Whatever you say, Carrots.” Nick grinned, giving her diaper another playful squeeze. As the fox rounded the corner into the lobby, he noticed that it had begun to fill up with people, ZPD officers and civilians alike. By the looks on their faces, the scent of Judy’s diaper had beat them there.


Nick knew she was telling the truth, of course, but it hardly mattered. Between Clawhauser and himself, he doubted they’d have trouble slipping laxatives into her daily diet again, and again, and again.


Judy might not have soiled herself as an adult before, but if he and the cheetah had any say in the matter, that was going to change. Permanently. And as he laid her down on the front desk, he looked up at Clawhauser, sharing a knowing wink. 


“Now, what do we have here,” the cheetah smirked, giving the diaper a squeeze of his own. Judy was too ashamed to answer, her blushing face hidden underneath her hands.


“Oh, not much,” Nick replied, leaning against the desk casually. “Just a dumb bunny who needs a change.”