FSE

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Bogo was never a huge fan of fads. He got up every morning, put on his uniform, and drank his coffee once he got to work. He was a buffalo of routine, and that suited him just fine. However, there was always one very large blemish on the face of his routine day that had a tendency to disrupt the chief's program.

"Hiya, Chief!" the cheery cheetah greeted Bogo upon entering his office. "How are you?"

"What is it, Clawhauser?" Bogo asked exasperatedly in return without bothering to look up from the report on his desk or answer the courteously invasive question that was all too typical of the cat.

"Well, all the patrols are out." Clawhauser stated thoughtfully. "Hoops and Wilde are out on that burglary case at the technology firm. Everyone seems chipper this morning."

Bogo grunted a noncommittal confirmation hoping that Clawhauser was done. He wasn't.

"Oh!" the pudgy feline blurted out as he swung back from the door to the chief's desk. "I also got that new app!"

Bogo grunted again, but this time his ears perked up despite himself. It seemed to the buffalo that, unlike himself, Clawhauser was always on the cutting edge of all the latest fads, and to Bogo that often proved to be as disturbing as the feline's irreverently upbeat mannerisms. They sometimes bore out to be at least somewhat interesting though. Bogo would never openly admit his interest in such things, and he had become an avid fan a of certain undisclosed pop sensation strictly as a result of the cheetah's trend-tracking tendencies.

Bogo rolled his eyes. He knew he was going to regret this. He asked the inevitable question: "What app, Clawhauser?"

In response the pudgy cheetah whipped out his smartphone with an excited grin and displayed the app to Bogo, handily blocking the paperwork he was supposedly so interested in. Instead of a bland report about speeding ticket statistics, he was assaulted by bright pink lettering spelling out the words "Fad Fashion" and a plethora of men coming in all shapes and sizes, all looking quite handsome if the buffalo was being honest. Besides their gender though, there was a much more distinct and unusual factor which categorized the men. A large, puffy diaper hung from every waist in the display.

"Clawhauser, what is this?" Bogo asked his inferior while eyeing him suspiciously.

"Sir, this is Fad Fashion," the feline answered. He glanced from the screen to the chief, clearly puzzled by the buffalo's reaction. "It's an app to get animals in tune with the latest fashions. Haven't you seen any of the posts?"

Bogo shook his head with a singular eyebrow skeptically raised.

"People have been posting pictures of themselves all over the internet with the app!" exclaimed Clawhouser. "The latest fad is diapers, and they're all over, too! Hold on."

Clawhauser pressed a few odd buttons presented by the application and swiped at a few pages before a series of pictures were summoned onto the screen. Bogo watched as Clawhauser scrolled through his strange app showing him albums and albums of men in diapers. There were all kinds of men in the bizarre collection, but to Bogo's surprise, they all looked quite good. As he gazed at the photos framed by the sparkling pink background he slowly realized that it must have something to do with the diapers, though for the life of him the police chief couldn't figure out what.

"Well, what do you think?" Clawhauser inquired.

The chief was stunned, but as Bogo came to terms with the bizarre trend evidenced by these pictures, he largely found himself confused.

"Clawhauser," Bogo sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose at the perplex conundrum facing him, "while I... appreciate your enthusiasm, I'm not entirely sure why you decided to show me this fad."

"Because it's fun!" Clawhauser squealed. "It helps you keep up with the latest fashions and keeps you looking absolutely stunning."

"Besides," he added with a sudden knowing, snide smirk, "you have to admit that I've introduced you to certain "fads" you've appreciated before."

"Clawhauser-"

"Admit it," Clawhauser interrupted the chief cheerily. "Maybe I know you just a teensy bit better than you care to admit and you're just a little interested."

"Clawhauser-"

"Admit it," the cat repeated.

"Claw-"

"Admit it!"

"Fine!" Bogo shouted with his face in his hands. "I liked the Gazelle app, and I appreciated you showing it to me-"

"And?" Clawhauser pressed, resting his elbows on Bogo's desk.

"And I still have it on my phone," the buffalo admitted quietly.

"And?" the cheetah persisted.

"And I follow her on all of her social media pages."

"And?"

"And I may have gone to her last concert four times!" Bogo confessed as he raised his voice again. "But Clawhauser this is just too weird. I won't run around wearing depends any sooner than I'll jump off a cliff with the lemmings extreme diving team."

"Look," Clawhauser said, addressing the Chief with level tone and strong eye contact, "I know this seems weird, but you said the same thing about Gazelle at first. 'Who wants to pretend to dance with a pop diva?' you asked, but in the end, you liked it just as much as everyone else."

"Now if you don't want to wear diapers, that's fine! You don't even have engage in competitive extreme sports with a pack of marginalized rodents, but you do owe it to yourself to at least try something new."

Bogo felt a buzz in his pocket, and reached into his pocket for his smartphone to find that it had received a message from Clawhauser, an invite to "try the new Fad Fashion app that everyone is babbling like babies about". He looked back up to see the pudgy predator encouragingly smiling at him with a pink glint in his eye. Bogo rolled his eyes and tapped on the link. If it was going to explain this strange new craze, Bogo supposed he was all for it. The screen lit up with the page for downloading the app, which was quickly downloaded and opened. The bizarre homepage for "Fad Fashion" appeared once again with the addition of a "get started" button that hadn't been on Clawhauser's screen. Bogo tapped it, and soon he was filling in various slots and boxes with his personal information: name, species, weight, height, and any other number of physical details about himself.

"Clawhauser?" Bogo called distractedly, not raising eyes from the device. "Why is it asking me all these questions?"

"Because it's information they need, Chief," he responded in a honeyed tone even sweeter than his usual. "You don't mind giving it to them, do you?"

Bogo did. Well, at least he thought he should. By nature the police chief was a rather private person. Clawhauser was the only one who had ever really slipped by that steely exterior that served as his social boundary, and since this was something the chubby, innocuous little feline asked of him, that seemed all right for some reason. Besides, answering the questions had a strangely addicting nature to it. It was methodical in way, rhythmic, and with every written query Bogo had to think less and less about his response. He no sooner read "eye color", "age", "phone number", address", or "social security number" than his thumbs started texting in the correct response in the application's default, shimmery pink lettering.

"Guess not," Bogo mumbled to the response Clawhauser gave a number of minutes earlier.

Clawhauser was no longer waiting for the chief's answer at the time he said it though. Seeing that the buffalo was sufficiently distracted by the app, the chubby cheetah had waddled to the office's entrance. Clawhauser peeked outside the door to find what he did when he came in this morning. Every male that came by was padded. A brown bear, Reynolds the dispatcher, waddled by displaying his flabby body with only a particularly thick diaper to conceal any of it. Thomas, a tiger officer with a lithe musculature and charming smile, came by with a similar infantile garment wrapped around his lower body. He was even escorting a glowering otter in cuffs and, you guessed it, a diaper. The small criminal gave Clawhauser a once over with his eyes before winking at him. Clawhauser looked up from the mammal with a smile to see that Thomas was hungrily leering at him as well.

And to think that Chief Bogo had missed out on all this fun because Bogo comes into work early and only goes online to follow Gazelle. Well, not on Clawhauser's watch! The chubby cat reached outside the door, grabbed a large messenger bag from the hall, and closed the door as he eyed a particularly muscular lion's padded bottom as he passed outside. Then the chubby receptionist wasted no time in shucking his uniform to display a large white diaper covering his groin. The white padding looked dense, and though it jutted out starkly against his plump frame it almost seemed like a puffy extension of the cheetah's physique engulfing his strenuously tented bulge.

He waddled back to the police chief with his bag over his shoulder and took the crook of the unresponsive buffalo's arm. It was only then that the large male uttered his delayed response. Clawhauser looked up into his face. Then chief's eyes had taken on a dull, glazed appearance that Clawhauser knew all too well. The officer also noticed that Bogo seemed to have lost the need to blink since starting the questionnaire as the drooling lumox didn't seem to do so now.

"Come on, Chief," the cheetah encouraged in his sweet voice as he led Bogo his desk.

There Clawhauser proceeded to clear the surface, setting all the collected objects neatly on the floor next to the desk. Dust was left around where the more permanent objects, such as the nameplate, previously were. The chubby feline lightly blew across the top of the desk, clearing the desk and sending the dust flying into the air. Clawhauser consequently sneezed, but Bogo's eyes simply watered to reflect the bright pink coloring of the font he was so eager to unveil his deepest, darkest secrets in:

Worst fear?

Loss of control.

When is the last time you wet yourself?

At the last officer's retreat when I drank too much and someone called Clawhauser "Hot-Wowzer".

Deepest secret?

I love-

Clawhauser, patted the desk twice in quick succession.

"Come 'ere, Chief. Up ya go!"

Bogo shuffled over to his desk without looking up from his phone and reached for it with one hand while the other continued texting. His blind hand eventually found the surface, and Bogo hopped up, perching his bottom in center with his legs aimlessly and childishly kicking over the side.

"Now, lie down, big guy," Clawhauser encouraged, smiling and speaking warmly.

Bogo only saw his phone tI'll back as he slowly swung his legs onto the desk and ease his upper body back to lay perpendicular on the surface. He didn't hear the zipping of his fly being undone, the clinking of his belt being removed, or notice the sudden breeze that one experiences without pants even though his underpants were now left discarded on the floor. The only removals he was minutely aware of were that of his police uniform shirt and undershirt, which briefly interrupted his typing "no" in response to "do you like babies" and "yes" to "do you think they're usually happier than adults" respectively. In both cases he clung to his phone in one hand like a toddler refusing to let go of a toy in the middle of having his clothes changed, and in both cases he'd just go right back to playing with his little toy.

As he did so Clawhauser set down the bag he brought in with him when he entered to show the chief his new style. He unlatched the top, and after rifling through he withdrew a bottle of baby powder and a sizable diaper with green tapes. After setting both on the desk between his chief's legs, Clawhauser took a Hoover in each hand.

"Bogo," Clawhauser addressed the buffalo by his first name for the first and with more authority than before, "lift your legs."

The buffalo heard the command, and though his conscious mind almost immediately forgot it, his legs slowly started to hover upwards as he utters something which was normally unthinkable for the formidable, stubborn police chief to say to his obese, fluffy inferior.

"Yes, sir."

Were Bogo aware enough to be confident of what he had just said he would have been appalled and deeply embarrassed. As he wasn't aware of anything other than his new favorite app and Clawhauser knew better than to be surprised at its affects. The cheetah simply placed the chief's legs on his shoulders. He asked Bogo to raise his bottom which led to further obedience and another "yes, sir." Then Clawhauser got to work unfolding the diaper and sliding it under his supposed superior's lifted ass. The lid of the powder bottle was unscrewed, and Bogo's bottom and crotch and received a liberal layer of the soft whiteness to contrast with his navy fur.

"Okay," Clawhauser grunted, growing tired under Bogo's considerable weight, "set your bottom down, boy."

"Yes, sir." Bogo replied as he obeyed, sending a cloud of baby powder to roll outward from under his muscled rump.

Clawhauser proceeded to diaper the "boy", taping and tucking the padding into place, and though the action was mundane as diapering a muscled, adult buffalo could be, Bogo's mind was nearing the end of a mind-melting journey with the app. The line of questioning had narrowed considerably since inquiring to Bogo's perception of infants' general emotional welfare in comparison to adults'.

You like diapers, don't you?

Yes.

You like how they feel, don't you?

Yes.

How do they make you feel?

Like a good little diaper boy.

What do good little diaper boys do?

Obey.

Are you a good little diaper boy?

Yes.

Do you obey?

Ye-

Bogo's head was snapped up from his phone. He was vaguely aware of a propose in it, an order or command, bit the reasoning and intentionality suddenly slipped away into a fuzzy fog in his head. His mind felt like pudding, and thoughts oozed along at the according, sluggish speed. The first ideas that formed were about the buffalo in front of Bogo. He was big, muscled, and heavily framed, though the first was the only thing that occurred to Bogo until the gelatin that seemed to be encapsulating his mind started to give way. A few seconds passed, and then the buffalo opposite of Bogo blinked a few times as if he was just waking up. The buffalo's eyes, glazed with a hazy pink, told a different story though.

The dazed police chief reached out in front of him, the simple desire to touch what he didn't understand childishly taking hold in his infantile brain. He was quite perplexed when his hand was impeded by the opposing buffalo's as he perfectly mimicked his counterpart. Then the buffalo standing opposite of Bogo shook and shivered as the wall rattled. Bogo's brow furrowed in confusion . He examined the wall and what appeared to be a doorway to find that, after a detailed eyeing over, it was not a doorway but instead the frame. He was looking into a mirror. The buffalo was him.

"I- I-" Bogo dumbly stuttered.

"You look better in a diaper," Clawhauser commented in response with a pink glint in his eye.

"Wha-?"

"You look better in a diaper..." Clawhauser repeated.

"Oh my god," Bogo mumbled as the haze seemed to lift from his eyes, and for a tick Clawhauser looked nervous.

Then a bright drooling smile Spring across his boss's face.

"You're so right," Bogo exclaimed in nearly flamboyant glee. I look so much better in this diaper!"

"That's right, boy," Clawhauser agreed, clearly relieved and pleased at the chief's submission. "Now, why don't you take a selfie? I bet you'll look great in it."

"You're right!" Bogo raised his phone, eclipsing the view of his diapered visage in exchange for a black screen. "I bet everyone will..."

His sentence petered off as he examined the screen. The app that Clawhauser had wanted him to download was gone, his phone's display having shut off after a short period of disuse, and in the black void the buffalo was offered a much more intimate view of his his dumb, drooling grin than the actual mirror provided.

"Er... What's... happening..."

Something sparked within his mind. He felt like something wasn't right like he'd forgotten something important or something was slightly off. The haze was continuing to lift, and Bogo was starting to become aware. And Clawhauser was starting to look nervous again.

"Why am I dressed like this!?" Bogo exclaimed as his tone quickly became a special mixture of surprise and rage that the chief was notorious for.

Before Bogo had a chance to even look up from his phone though it was flicked out of his hoof, quickly replaced by another, Clawhauser's. The cheetah's pudgy hand paw clasped the device the device into the chief's hoof as the screen flickered on. A large pink spiral assaulted his vision, and the haze started to return.

"Shhhh," the cheetah hushed as he caressed the back of his "boy's" head before pressing a claw under his chin.

Bogo's dazed vision focused on his diapered crotch.

"You're just admiring your diaper," Clawhauser purred with his composure regained. He grasped the buffalo's bulge, feeling the prodigious erection within.

"Look how it cups your cock, makes you feel great, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Bogo moaned dreamily, humping into his supposed subordinate's paw. "Yeah, you're right! It... It feels good..."

"Nice and gay," the cheetah alluringly coaxed as his wandering hand groped the the buffalo's padded bottom, "like the diapered boy you are."

"Yesss," Bogo groaned as he arched his back in euphoria.

"You- You said I should take a selfie..."

"Yes," Clawhauser confirmed. He released Bogo's diapered ass and bent down to retrieve the discarded phone on the ground. He activated the thing, bringing the mesmerizing questionaire to the screen. Clawhauser closed it, with a slight hesitation and dream-like expression, and opened the application's camera function before placing it in Bogo's hooves.

Make sure to send it to all your male friends too," Clawhauser commanded as he stepped out of the shot. "It'll make them realize how great it is to be a diaper wearer."

"I..." Bogo paused for a moment before glancing to his guide. "It will?"

"Trust me," Clawhauser assured. "Soon enough all the men in Zootopia will be wearing diapers. Isn't that right, boy?"

"Yes sir!" Bogo agreed as he snapped the picture. A bright flash of pink issued forth from the phone's camera light. It was blinding, and the reflection caught Bogo directly in the eyes. His pupils dilated to pinpricks as his drooling smile faded. He started panting with alarming suddenness that proceeded into a crescendo that was a loud moaning huff as the police chief came in his diapers like a good diaper boy.

The picture itself came out pretty good. It was instantly messaged to every single one of his male contacts as the application was programmed to do, and along with it a video was recorded of Bogo's euphoric climax which was posted to all of his social media pages, all be they sparse, with the message, "If 5k Zootopians reblog this video, I go diapered 24/7!" This message pleased Clawhauser as he reflected on the post later that morning. Bogo was a stubborn buffalo, as shown by how resisted programming earlier, but he was also a prideful one. He'd never go back on a promise, Clawhauser thought as he clicked the reblog button, becoming the five thousandth person to do so. Then he proudly munched on his first doughnut for the morning as he pinned the post to his page for good measure.