Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, and Benjamin Clawhauser star in… “New Uniforms pt. 3” 1.4k words — As the lobby of the Zootopia Police Department opened to the public, Judy’s heart began to race. This early in the day, no concerned citizens had arrived at the station yet, but the mere possibility of someone walking in and seeing her in this state caused a deep red to wash over her cheeks. “C-can we do this in the locker room instead?” she whimpered, looking up at Nick and Clawhauser with big, pleading eyes. “Where it’s private?” “What are you so ashamed of, Carrots?” Nick chuckled in response, reaching a hand down and squishing her bloated diaper up against her rump. “The whole city knows that we wear diapers now,” Clawhauser added, digging through his desk for a diaper in Judy’s size in preparation for her change. “I would say the reaction has been mixed to negative so far, but it’s certainly no secret.” “People just don’t understand,” Nick sighed, leaning against the desk and continuing to absentmindedly squish Judy’s diaper. “They see cops in diapers, and immediately misconstrue it as something weird, inappropriate. A waste of taxpayer money. That’s why you’re gonna be the star of the department’s PR campaign!” “Wait, what?” Judy replied in concern. “Like, I have to do interviews about this and stuff? I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that. What would I say?” “You don’t have to say anything at all, cutie,” Clawhauser replied. “Just smile for the cameras.” As if on cue, a gaggle of reporters and cameras came swarming into the lobby, the silence of early morning replaced by a cacophony of footsteps. “C-cameras? Did you two plan this?” Judy replied in a panic, trying in vain to cover her massive, sagging diaper with her hands. “Chief Bogo would have had to sign off on this bizarre press conference, right?” “That’s true, he did,” Nick replied, gesturing for the cameras to come closer. “But he left me and Ben in charge of the details.” He waited a few minutes for the journalists to gather and the camera operators to start rolling, before he spoke up. “Thank you all for coming here today. I understand there has been a lot of confusion in this city about what this new ZPD policy means. With the help of our lovely volunteer, Officer Judy Hopps, we plan to clear things up today.” “Wait, I didn’t-,” Judy attempted to protest, but was quickly silenced by Clawhauser popping an oversized pacifier in her mouth. Nick turned to her and winked, before facing back towards the press. “So, who’d like to start us off?” A dozen hands shot up in an instant, and the press conference was underway. “Is that seriously Officer Hopps? The cop who brought the Nighthowler case to a close?” The reporter who asked the question, a skeptical raccoon, gestured towards the blushing, fidgety mess that Judy had devolved into once the filming started. “Sure is!” Nick replied, ruffling the fur on Judy’s head. “She helped save the entire city, and just look at how enthusiastic she is about her new uniform!” Through the overstretched blue fabric of her ZPD onesie, the soiled state of her diaper was laid bare for all to see. “To think she has a key to the city,” the raccoon mumbled, jotting something down on her notepad. The next reporter to speak up, a tall, slender deer, attempted to get things back on track. “Well, Officer Hopps’ enthusiasm aside, there have been many concerns about whether these new uniforms are just another waste of money by the police department. Are these…diapers…really efficient enough to offset the cost?” “The efficiency is obvious to see in action,” Clawhauser replied, pulling out a graph demonstrating how the use of diapers increases the amount of time that officers can spend actively doing their job over the course of an average shift. “This isn’t the first time that the department has made these numbers available, this research was completed well before full implementation.” “No one is denying the fact that diapers can save time, Officer,” another reporter piped up, elbowing her way to the front of the pack. “But we’re talking…what? A few minutes per day? Once you factor in the cost of a few diapers per officer each day, the numbers get a lot less clear.” “That would be true, if we really did burn through diapers that fast,” Nick replied, a glint in his eyes. “But we don’t. Most officers only really need one diaper a day, maybe two in some cases. After trying a few different options, we chose a brand of diapers with excellent capacity.” He leaned over and grabbed Judy by the armpits, lifting her up in front of him and pointing her towards the cameras. “Take a closer look at Judy’s diaper, everyone. See how full it is? If it wasn’t for her onesie, it would probably be sagging down to her knees!” He gently swung her around to face all the cameras in turn, her diaper bulge dangling in response. “But no leaks, right? It’s held firmly in place. She could probably go hours without a change yet.” “And she's basically our worst-case scenario!” Clawhauser joined in, teasingly elbowing Judy in the gut. “Judy’s probably the biggest stinker on the force, and even she can probably make it through a whole shift in one diaper if she doesn’t forget to go potty before coming to work!” Judy’s face had turned almost completely tomato-red at this point, heart pounding so loudly in her ears that she could barely hear what anyone was saying anymore. Even if the pacifier were removed from her mouth, she would have been completely speechless. The magnitude of her humiliation was staggering. And yet, it seemed like this bizarre plot might actually be working. “Fair enough, I guess. If you can really maintain that level of diaper usage, the costs won’t be nearly as high as our projections,” the reporter shrugged, stepping back and making room for someone else to ask a question. From there, the questions became surprisingly…normal. Logistics of waste transport, ethics of supply chains, that kind of thing. Nick and Clawhauser made sure to shoehorn the increasingly humiliated bunny into as many answers as possible, but it appeared that they were actually making a successful case. After what felt like hours to the poor rabbit, she tensed up in horror, as she felt her stomach start to rumble. She looked back and forth between Nick and Clawhauser in panic, silently begging them to take her out of sight of the cameras, but they just laughed her off. Nick had just picked her up again, holding her out like Rafiki from the Lion King, when Judy’s efforts to hold herself together finally failed, and she ripped a massive fart. “Uh-oh, I guess I’ll have to get back to you on that one,” Nick smirked, turning away from the crowd and looking at Judy’s padding. “Looks like Judy needs to go again.” He took a few steps forward, holding her even closer to the cameras. “Zoom those cameras in, get a nice shot of the ZPD brand diapers in action.” Judy attempted to wriggle free in the last few moments before the dam burst, but it was all for nothing. Another few blasts of gas later, and she was forced to groan, clenching her eyes shut as she pushed another load of shit into the seat of her diaper. “Look at that, folks! Still no leaks!” Nick grinned, holding Judy up close to one of the microphones to make sure they picked up the sound of her emptying her bowels into her already packed padding. While the diaper held up, this latest load continued to increase the pressure on the snaps of her onesie, and within a few seconds, they popped open. Free from confinement, Judy’s diaper immediately sagged down past her knees, the relief that she felt being matched only by her increased humiliation as the barrier between the stench of her padding and the noses of the crowd disappeared in an instant. As a wave of disgust washed over the crowd, Nick and Clawhauser exchanged a glance, before turning back to face the cameras with even bigger smiles. “Just to allay any potential concerns, we have already begun exploring options for more durable onesies,” Nick chuckled, laying Judy back down on the desk. “Not that most of our officers would need them, of course.” The initial shock gradually wore off, although the stronger-nosed animals in the press pool were forced to retreat to the back rows. As order was gradually restored, Nick grinned, grabbing the clean diaper that Clawhauser had retrieved earlier, holding it up to the crowd. “Before we take our last few questions, does anyone mind helping me change her?”