Zootopia: The Padded Predator Policy (private with Chancellor Castro)

[iamjohndoe]

At this point, Miss Jeri motioned for Mrs Shelly to enter, the aardvark pushing a lofted changing table with a swing for lifting a pred's butt, and restraints for each of its arms and legs. Jeri lifted Nick up and locked him into place, making sure the straps on the restraints were nice and tight.

Then she pulled a key from her pocket and inserted into Nick's belt. There was an audible click, and the belt popped in two, allowing her to pull down Nick's pants, and release the tapes on his diaper. And so, the squished mess he had made was exposed to the entire class. The smell was strong, but Jeri didn't mind. She was used to it.

"So class, you can all see that Nick made poopies in his nappy like a good obedient pred. Pay attention to how I change him, in case any of you want to become changers one day."

All the changing supplies were under the seat, so she quickly found the wipes and cleaned off his rump. While she did this, Mrs. Shelly plugged the belt into a computer monitor attached to the apparatus. "This devices lets a changer read all the information collected by the belt. It has a record of all of Nick's pees, his poos, and his ejaculations, although he hasn't had any of those yet. You'll learn when you're older. It also lets us change the settings. So say, if a pred is being too naughty and ornery, we can make the shocks firmer, to encourage better behavior."

[Bellhart]

Nick blushed with embarrassment as his poopy butt was exposed to the entire class. It only got worse when Miss Jeri started describing the belt. At least she wasn't going into much detail about him personally.

He felt a wave of aprehension when she brought up increased shocks. Nick wasn't particularly worried though. He was a good pred who always used his nappies, and Miss Jeri was always very kind to him. It was usually Finnick that had to worry about that.

Thinking of which, he could see Finnick at the back of the class from here. Past the sea of disgusted, curious, and embarrassed faces, Finnick was grimacing slightly and fidgiting.

Nick knew why. As much as he was embaressed to be being changed like this, he was still thankful to be being changed at all. Preds weren't usually allowd to be changed during class time. They were changed once before school started in the morning, once before leaving school in late afternoon, and were expected to go change at break and lunch times if need be. Preds who had to go in class just had to deal with it.

Nick felt sorry for Finnick. M

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aking large messes meant he was more prone to nappy rash, which he was probably in the early stages of getting now.

Nick could also see a lioness pred in the front row, part blushing in embaressment, part smiling in sympathy at him, who's belt had just turned yellow.

[iamjohndoe]

Finnick growled as he shifted in his seat, regretting not getting a change during lunch. He knew he was probably going to get a nappy rash at this rate. He noticed the lioness and kept an eye on her, curious how she was going to handle the fact that she had to go now too.

Miss Jeri powdered Nick and wrapped a new nappy around him, securing it tightly and pulling his pants back up. "And there you have it," she said. "That's how a pred gets their nappy changed. Don't worry if it seems a little uncomfortable, preds. You'll get used to it soon. You're going to be in nappies your entire life, after all."

[Bellhart]

Nicks heart sank at this last comment. He was still largely in denial, and wanted to clarify with his teacher what she meant, but not right now, when everyone was watching. Maybe he could ask him mum when he got home.

Nick blushed as he was released, and quickly scurried back to the nearest available seat, which just so happened to be next to the lioness.

Sarah was Fred's slightly older brother, and shared his trait of being rather shy - though no where near as severe as Freds.

Nick and her were friends, and this only made her blush when he sat next to her.

Nick turned with concern when he heard the beep of her nappy belt, and saw her squirming. "You should just go. We all have to do it." he whispered reassuringly.

Sarah blushed again, but nodded, moving herself slightly. A second later, a hissing could be heard as the front of her nappy turned yellow, then her tail suddenly flagged as her face scrunched slightly in concentration, slowly filling the back of her nappy with fresh lioness mess, the smell slowly permeating the room as Sarah visibly relaxed, the her belt turning green again as she sat back in her mess filled padding.

It might have been this combined with Finnicks stinky behind that caused Derick - an otter and class bully - to raise his voice.

"Oh Miss Jeri!" he called out in faux innocence "I think some of the other preds have used their nappies!" This got a giggle from his clique of fellow bullies.

[iamjohndoe]

Jeri turned to face Derick. She couldn't stand watching her students bully each other, especially preds bullying other preds. Why did they have to fight like this? Couldn't they see they were all in this together. She needed to turn this into a lesson. "You're right, Derick. Preds use their nappies. And otters are preds too. So I think you just volunteered to show your classmates the condition of your nappy, just so they all know they're not alone. You also just volunteered to change Sarah."

Finnick wasn't surprised to learn the truth about their nappies, but he could tell Nick was heartbroken. He put his paw on Nick's arm and whispered, "Hey, it's no big deal. At least now you don't have to worry about making it to the potty, am I right?"

[Bellhart]

Nick gave his friend a half hearted smile, trying his best to stay upbeat.

"Yeah, I guess so." He decided just to rest his arms on the desk, not feeling like he was in the mood for talking.

Derick meanwhile had gone completely crimson at his teachers comments. Mumbling to himself, he reluctantly got up and went to the front of the class, his soaked nappy visible to all. As e mumbled about how he'd made his scent in his nappy like he was supposed to , he was joined by sarah, the bulge from her back indicating it to be heavily soiled.

He ws left to squirm and stall for a minute or so before Miss jerry would put him out of his missery and help him change the girl.

[iamjohndoe]

Fred averted his gaze from the demonstration at the front of the room, having no desire to see his big sister get changed by the class bully. This was how he saw Nick looking down. "If it makes you feel better, I read that foxes can't be potty trained anyway," he mumbled. "Most preds can't. It's like, our instincts or something. Makes us want to make our scent on everything."

"Yeah, I'm sure he feels a lot better now, thanks Fred," Finnick said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

[Bellhart]

Nick just sighed at this. He had no energy for arguments, and just wanted this day to end already.

At the front of the class, Jerry was helping Sarah get up onto the changing table, blushing at the squish that came from her soiled rump being pushed against the surface.

Derick was trying to be involved as little as he could get away with. Not least because he was changing a GIRL.

The change was over soon enough, and Miss Jerry spent the rest of the days lesson time catching them up on their math skills. There was more to the nappy belt system of course, but that could wait until they were a few years older. They knew what they needed to know for now.

Nick was waiting outside the school after the day ended. Finnick had stayed behind to have his nappy changed and they always wnet home together.

His sullen rut was interupted by the beep of his belt, telling him it was time to void his bladder again. Nick just sighed and let go, wetting himself easily. It was amazing how much control the belts had over their lives, training them to wet and soil themselves on command.

[iamjohndoe]

That was the day that Nick's dreams were shattered, that he was forced to accept that he would never be able to use a potty. He was forced to be completely obedient to the belt, using his nappy whenever it instructed him to, shocking him whenever he resisted. He watched all the prey around him learn to use to potty, but he was trapped relying on his parents and the school to change him. And once he became an adult, he had to go to public changing stations, who weren't always as gentle as the school or his mom had been.

Somewhere along the line, Finnick's belt stopped shocking him. As best as they could tell, the fennec had pushed the belt to its limit, receiving bigger and bigger shocks until the whole device shorted itself out. But Nick was never quite as lucky. No matter what he did, the belt continued to control him.

Whatever Nick and Finnick might have wanted to be when they grew up, it wouldn't come to pass; barred from a lot of jobs as a result of their pred status, it was no big surprise they would both become con artists.

[Bellhart]

"Aaand that's a hundred! Alright big guy, great job out there! Way to work that nappy big guy!"

Nick teased his long time friend as he finished dolling out their earnings for that day. The two of them were meeting in a side ally, even although it was the middle of the day. As he counted, he paused to adjust his nappy - a generic, free brand given to all preds - , making sure it didn't chafe. There was no danger of it falling down. The belt saw to that. Speaking of which, it was obvious that Finniks belt was broken, the light not turned on, the belt itself attached at an angle.

Nick still had no idea how he got away with it, or managed to change himself like that. Despite being able to use a toilet now, he still preferred just going in his nappy. Not that Nick had reason to complain. It made their con-act all the more convincing.

As Finnik made a snide comment and walked back to his van, nicks ears almost picked up the patter of small footsteps behind him.