The Magic Pacifier


By Ozzie Astaroth




It was a bit late on a Friday evening at the ducky household. Everyone had just had dinner and then excused themselves to go play or watch TV. Ducky son and daughter were playing in their separate bedrooms. They were both eleven-years-old now and went to the same school, grade, and class. His room was decorated with an assortment of toys meant for boys, like action figures, cars, and Lego sets, all of which he was very proud of and loved to show to his friends when they came over. He was on the floor playing with some toy cars. He had setup a huge, colorful, plastic track for the little metal cars to go around. It started really high up, and went down a slope, then into a loop, and finally a few curves before it would stop. He smiled, wearing a blue t-shirt, red shorts, and white socks on his ducky feet, standing up and putting a shiny metal car onto the track. With a gentle, feathery push, it zoomed down the slope, around the loop, and through the curves. The sound of the toy car's plastic wheels and metal sides rolling down the track filled his room. He giggled and clapped his feathery hands as it reached the end, but then launched itself off the track and out of his room. 

Daughter ducky was playing in her pretty, pink room, which was decorated in colorful plush toys, dolls, and other girlish delights. She was wearing her pretty pink and purple dress, panties, and pink socks while sitting at a small table in the middle of her room, playing with a doll house and some dolls. There was a mommy doll, a daddy doll, and a baby doll, all tiny enough to fit in the house, and they all looked like sweet little bears. “Uh oh.” she said. “Baby is hungry!” She marched the mother doll up to the baby one and then put the baby doll in the mommy's arms. “Time to feed the baby!” She giggled as she had the baby doll placed into a tiny plastic high chair and began pretending to feed it. “Mmm-mmm! Eat it all up!” Suddenly, a little toy car came rolling into her room and into her foot. She looked down curiously, then up at the door to see son ducky standing there. 

“Ooops!” he said. “Car got away from me.” He waddled in and picked it up. “Playing house again?”

“Yeah.” said daughter ducky. “It's my favorite.”

“You've been playing that since you were just a hatchy.” said the little ducky boy. “Why not play cars with me?”

“Nah.” said daughter ducky. “House is a lot more fun.”

“No it's not.” said son ducky. “It's kind of boring really.”

Daughter ducky just sighed and kept playing, pretending to talk to her doll family. “Boys just don't understand.” she said.

Son ducky turned to leave but saw something glowing under daughter ducky's bed. Her bed had pretty pink princess pony blankets and themes. He looked under her bed and could smell the sweet scent of “Little Princess” brand kids perfume. He also saw a baby doll that looked like a white bunny wearing baby blue diapers, booties, bonnet, and bib. In its mouth was a glowing pacifier. He tugged it out and looked at it. “Why is this thing glowing?” he asked.

“Oh that's my owl friend's doll.” said daughter ducky. “She brought it over during the sleep over last weekend and must have forgot it.”

“Oh, figures.” said son ducky. He tugged at the pacifier, trying to get it out to see how it worked. “Hmm, it's stuck.” He kept tugging until it came free in his hand. 

“Don't break her dolly!” shouted daughter ducky.

“I didn't break it.” said son ducky. “I just want to see what makes this thing glow. Is it batteries?” He held it up and tried to look for a button or battery opening, and as he held it, it felt warm. His clothes felt strange on him, and they began to change. His shirt shrank and rounded into a baby blue bib around his neck that read “BABY” on it. His socks puffed up and changed to baby blue booties on his ducky feet. A baby blue bonnet appeared around his head, and his shorts began to vanish. “Oh no!” 

“Hahaha!” daughter ducky laughed. “You look like a baby!”

“Nuh-” son ducky started to say, but then the pacifier flew into his mouth. He began to suckle on it as if being controlled. He looked down and blushed to see his little white briefs vanishing, exposing his cute little penis. 

“I can see your weewee!” shouted daughter ducky, pointing at his little nub. “Oooh, it looks like daddy's!”

Son ducky blushed and mumbled behind the pacifier, trying to cover his crotch with his little feathered hands. He kept sucking at the pacifier as it glowed in his mouth. He felt so embarrassed being dressed like this and having his little dinky exposed. Such feelings of embarrassment and exposure made him feel funny, and he soon had a little erection poking out.

“Looks like you really like that pacifier.” said daughter ducky. She began examining him closely while giggling at his little peepee. “Your weewee did that thing it used to do in the bath!” She giggled a little and poked at it curiously. They had bathed together when they were younger, and had seen each other naked, but not since they were about four or five. “Did it change your clothes? It must be magic!”

Son ducky nodded and blushed. “Mmf hmmf!” he squirmed and blushed as his sister looked at him and giggled. Then he suddenly felt a strange tingle running through his body. His feathers ruffled and he shivered, then it seemed as if his sister was suddenly taller. In fact, the whole room seemed bigger.

“Oooh, you're getting smaller!” daughter ducky exclaimed in surprise. “You look younger!”

“Hmmf?!” son ducky squeaked. He looked into daughter ducky's full length mirror to see himself looking more like he did when he was eight or nine, and he was still slowly shrinking. He squirmed and blushed as he saw himself grow stubbier and chubbier, plumping with baby fat that he had lost while playing sports in school. He had yet to enter puberty, but even so, any gains he had on the size of his winky was quickly being lost. He flailed around, making it bounce and wiggle. He fussed and looked up at his sister, who now looked much larger.

“I know!” said daughter ducky. “It's turning you into a baby now! Oh wow, does this mean you'll have to wear diapers again? Will you be a baby and still go to school, or will you have to start all over? I bet my friends would love to babysit you with me. We could play house and change you!”

Son ducky blushed and tried tugging the pacifier out, but it wouldn't budge. It seemed stuck, but he also kept sucking on it. He mumbled and fussed as he shrank down to kindergarten age. He saw his little frame in the mirror and remembered how afraid he was when he first started school. He didn't want to do that again. He didn't want to start all over. He tried to yell, but all that came out was muffled screams. His legs wobbled and he shrank even more, now looking more and more like a baby. His cheeks were flush with an embarrassed blush and made him look even more cherubic. His feathers became even softer and downier, giving him an almost furry appearance. His bonnet, bib, and booties all stayed fitting, but he still didn't have a diaper on, which was unfortunate because the next thing to go was his potty training. He began dripping pee on the floor between his legs and gasped.

“You're peeing on my floor!” shouted daughter ducky. “Bad baby! Take that pacifier out!” She began chasing him around the room trying to get the pacifier from him.

Son ducky peeped and squawked as he toddled around his sister's bedroom, getting tinkle spots all over her floor. He was cornered and his little heart raced. He began to squeeze out tears, thinking about having to go through something as basic as potty training again. His little bladder emptied, making a puddle on the floor beneath him. He was just a toddler now, and covered his face, blushing horribly as his sister loomed over him.

“Aww, don't cry little brother.” she said. “I'll help you get big again. Maybe if we take the pacifier out.” She gave it a gentle tug and suddenly out it came with a wet pop. “There, all better. Aww, your little peepee is so cute! Maybe one of my doll diapers can fit you.” She looked him all over, finding him to be so cute and fluffy now. Even his little ducky butt was adorably small and round. 

Son ducky blushed and peeped as he was finally free to speak. “N-no diapuh!” he squeaked, lisping like a toddler. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his babyish appearance and dripping weewee. It was just a tiny nub sticking out from his feathers now. His beak had grown it's egg tooth back. “I a baby? Nooo! I dun wanna be baby!” He began to throw a tantrum, squawking and stomping his bootied feet.

“Haha, you even sound like a baby!” said daughter ducky. “Cheer up!” She began tickling him with her feathery hands, occasionally brushing against his tiny nub.

Son ducky peeped and squealed, giggling and flailing his arms. His little dinky bobbed and bounced as he did, and he blushed hotly any time she touched his weewee. Of course, this made him tinkle more, which got on his sister's dress.

“You peed on me!” she said, brushing it off with the doll diaper in her hand. She grabbed some wipes and cleaned the pacifier off when it began to feel warm in her hand. “Huh?” She looked at it closely and it began to glow, then her arm seemed to act on it's own, plunging it into her beak. “Mmf!” She squeaked and tried pulling it out, but it wouldn't budge. Just like with son ducky, her outfit began to change as well. Her dress shrank and morphed into a pink bib while her socks changed into pink booties. A big pink baby bonnet appeared on her head and her panties vanished, leaving her exposed down there as well.

Son ducky turned to see this and couldn't help but laugh. “Now it yer tuwn!” he said, pointing at her. “I can see yer foofy!” He chuckled and pointed at her little slit between her legs. He giggled and clapped, squawking happily now that she was joining him.

“Mmmf!” daughter ducky mumbled. She flapped her wings in a panic, not wanting to turn into a baby like he did. “Nnnf ffnn!” She was trying to say it wasn't funny, but couldn't speak with the pacifier gagging her. She covered her front with her feathered hands and fussed, then felt a tingle running through her body. Her face showed a shocked expression as she saw everything growing around her. Her plushy shelf seemed to grow upward and out of reach, and her table was quickly growing too large for her. She looked down at her little brother and saw that he was looking larger as well, even though he was still a toddler ducky. Her face grew rounder and her feathers grew softer. Her little body grew shorter and more plump as she shrank back down to eight, then seven. She began to fret. She didn't want to be a baby again either! She didn't want to start over! What about her friends? She didn't want them to leave her behind. She too began to shed tears and sniffle just thinking about it.

Son ducky saw his sister sobbing and felt bad now. He waddled over to her and hugged her as she shrank down closer to his height and age. “It be otay.” he said. “Pwease dun cwy. We need ta get mama n dada.”

Daughter ducky sniffled and smiled a little, shrinking down smaller and younger. She hugged him back as he seemed to grow in her arms, and soon they were both the same height and snuggling their baby soft fluffy bodies together. She hiccuped a little, looking at her toddler self in the mirror. Oddly enough, she found herself to be rather cute, and she didn't have any memories of being this little, though she did remember being in diapers. She saw a few drops falling from her vagina and blushed as it turned into a full on sprinkle of tinkle. She gasped, and the pacifier fell out of her mouth. “Oh no!” she chirped. “I peein! I can na stop it!” She struggled and strained, but could not stop the flood. Each move she made caused her to squirt out another warm burst of wetness. It just continued to puddle under her at her bootied feet as memories of having a training potty in her room came back. It took her a bit longer to potty train, so they kept a small plastic potty in her bedroom to help. “G-guess mommy gotta get da twainin potty out.”

“Uh huh.” said son ducky. He looked at himself and his sister in the mirror and stuck his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it. It was something he hadn't done since he was four, yet now remembered doing. It felt good and soothing on his frazzled nerves. Suddenly being little didn't seem so bad. “We can bof weaw diapees. We won't hafta go to skoow anymow!”

Daughter ducky smiled a little. “Y-yah!” she said cheerfully. She looked over at her regressed brother. “You wook cute.”

“So do you.” said son ducky. He smiled and wiggled his ducky bottom feathers. It had been a while since he had seen her down there, but it looked familiar. It was all smooth and soft, with no weewee sticking out like his. He idly compared his weewee to hers, tugging on it while thinking about their differences.

“Boys haf weewees dat stick out.” said daughter ducky. “Giwls haf weewees dat go in, wike mine.” She looked down at her wet feathers and his nubby wee and giggled. They looked so tiny and cute now. 

“Hehe, bet ya fwiends can babysit us bof.” said son ducky, blushing a little. His little dinky poked out again for some reason. He wasn't sure why, but suddenly being treated like a baby again sounded appealing, especially if he didn't have to go to school or even use a toilet.

“Hmm, maybe.” said daughter ducky. She imagined her friends suddenly using her as the doll and it didn't seem unappealing to her. After all, she would be getting a lot of attention from them, and that made her feel good. She took her baby brother by the hand. “Come on, wets go see mommy n daddy.”

Son ducky picked up the pacifier and nodded, holding her hand and waddling out into the hallway. He was sure they would be able to take care of everything and wouldn't mind that they were babies again. The two toddled down the hallway, leaving twin trails of wet drips between their legs.

Mommy and daddy ducky were in the living room, sitting on the couch, and looking through a photo album. Daddy ducky was wearing his red shirt, blue shorts, and green socks on his webbed feet while mommy ducky was wearing a long purple dress.

“Awww, weren't they so cute at that age?” asked mommy ducky, pointing to a picture of their children as tiny hatchlings with tiny diapers on.

“They sure were.” quacked daddy ducky. “They still are, but now we don't have to change any diapers.”

“Haha, yes, that's definitely a plus.” said mommy ducky. She giggled to herself as she saw pictures of them getting a bath, father duck all wet and looking embarrassed, and ones of their kids going to school. “They do grow up so fast.”

“That they do.” said daddy ducky. He sipped on some tea and looked at the photos of he and his wife getting married, before the kids were even born. Then there were some photos of her holding two eggs.

“They were cute even as eggs.” said mommy ducky. She smiled happily at the photos of their hatching. Small cracks appeared in the shells, then two tiny beaks peeked out, and soon there were two tiny peeping hatchlings happily born into the world.

“Sometimes I wish we could do it all again.” said daddy ducky.

“Some parts of it, sure.” said mommy ducky. She looked over at him with bedroom eyes and put a feathered hand on his. “Are you saying we should try?”

Daddy ducky blushed and quacked softly, looking at her loving face. The two moved closer and closer, until they heard something strange. It was a familiar sound, but one they hadn't heard in ages. It sounded like their babies peeping. “Wh-what's that sound?” he asked, looking around.

“I didn't know you could sound like a baby duck.” said mommy ducky. “I mean, I know your peepee is the size of a hatchling's, but...”

Daddy ducky gulped and blushed, reminded of his diminished member by his wife. She found it to be very cute and loved to tease him about it. “H-honey...” he said in a low quack. The peeping sound intensified and they heard some pitter-pattering of little feet. They both turned to see their children, son ducky and daughter ducky, but they looked like babies and were only wearing a bonnet, bib, and baby booties. Son ducky wore baby blue ones while daughter ducky wore pink ones. Nothing was covering their privates, letting them both see their little peepees.

“What in the world?” asked mommy ducky. “Children?” Though they were babies, she easily recognized them as her own, if not for her memory then the pictures they had just looked at.

Son ducky nodded, blushing and holding his sister's feathered hand. They looked so adorable with their baby soft, fluffy feathers and tiny egg tooth on their beaks. Their little cheeks blushed and their eyes were wide, taking on a more innocent and sweet look.

“W-we fouwnd dis gwowin pacifiew.” said daughter ducky.

“Uh huh, it made me tuwn into a hatchy!” said son ducky.

“Den it tuwned me into one.” said daughter ducky. “We shwunk into babies!”

Mommy ducky got up and waddled over to them. She noticed the pee smell and the wet feathers around their little wees. “It sure looks like it!” she said. “Gosh, I hope this is temporary. I think we need to get you two some diapers.”

Son ducky blushed and looked down at his tiny peepee. “We did peepee.” he admitted.

“Sowwy mommy.” said daughter ducky. “We couwd na hewp it. I need my twainin potty.”

“Oh dear.” said mother ducky. “I think we threw it out.”

“I'll go look.” said daddy ducky. He waddled off to the bathroom to search.

“Aww, you kids are so cute like this.” said mommy ducky. “I need to get some pictures for the photo album.” She grabbed her camera and began taking a picture of them looking all pathetic and small.

Son ducky's little peepee perked up from embarrassment. “D-dun show deze to owr fwiends!” he pleaded.

“Don't worry son.” said mommy ducky. “These are just for our album.” She chuckled and cuddled them closely. “Better get some wipes for those wet feathers.”

“I'm on it!” said daddy ducky, returning from his search with baby wipes. “No potty, but I did find these.” He took some out and began cleaning son ducky while mommy ducky cleaned up her daughter. “Such a strange day.”

“We gonna hafta go to kindewgawten again mommy?” asked daughter ducky.

“I dun want to!” said son ducky.

“We'll have to see.” said mommy ducky. “You both sound like babies, do you remember your reading and math?”

“Uh huh!” said son ducky. “Two pwus two is fouw!” He began to feel a familiar tingling in his body.

“Yah, we wemembah mommy.” said daughter ducky. “I dun wanna be stuck as a baby....” She felt the tingles as well, and looked over to see her baby brother growing again. He grew and grew up through his single digits. She saw his little peepee grow ever so slightly, and his baby clothes vanished, leaving him totally nude.

Son ducky squeaked and blushed as he grew back into a big boy. His egg tooth disappeared and his feathers smoothed out. Some of the baby fat was lost, but since he was only ten to begin with, he still had some child pudge once he had grown back up again.

Daughter ducky began to grow next. She felt her clothes disappear, leaving her naked, and she looked down at her foofy as she grew and her feathers became more smooth and manageable. The carpet tickled her webbed feet as she grew and it made her giggle a little. It seemed as if the room was shrinking now, and things were becoming more familiar. Finally they were both back to being ten-year-old ducklings and smiled at each other. Though they were naked, they hugged, and daughter ducky felt son ducky's little weewee touch hers briefly.

“Yay!” shouted son ducky. “We're big again!”

“We can talk normal again!” daughter ducky cheered. “No need for diapers!”

“That's a relief.” said mommy ducky. “Though I kind of liked the idea of you being babies again. You two were so precious.”

Daddy ducky looked and saw the pacifier they spoke of in son ducky's hand. “And you say it was because of this thing?” he asked, taking it and looking at it.

“Daddy no!” shouted son ducky. He tried reaching for it, but it was too late.

“What?” he asked. “What do you mean?” The pacifier began to glow in his hand and suddenly flew into his mouth, muffling him. “Mmmf! Mmmmff!” He struggled and tried tugging it out, but it wouldn't budge. Instead, he began to suckle on it and his outfit began to change. His shirt rippled and shrunk into a baby blue bib, his socks thickened and shortened into baby blue booties, and a bonnet appeared on his head. Then his pants and underwear faded away, exposing his tiny penis to everyone. He meeped and covered himself, now dressed like a baby.

“Daddy!” shouted daughter ducky. “We told you it was the pacifier!”

“Now it's gonna make you shrink!” shouted son ducky. “Hey...daddy is gonna be a baby! He'll be younger than us!” He giggled, looking at his sister.

“Oh dear, now you've done it.” said mommy ducky. She snapped a photo of him just as he started to shrink.

“Oooh, daddy is shrinking!” said son ducky.

“Look at his peepee!” said daughter ducky. “It looks like yours!”

“Hehe, it does!” said son ducky. “Look daddy! Our weewees are the same size!” He giggled and waddled over to his shrinking father, comparing the two.

Daddy ducky just fussed and blushed horribly, unable to speak with the pacifier in his mouth. He felt frozen in place as everything grew around him. He looked down at his son and watched as he came closer and closer to his height. His feathers became softer, his features became rounder, and he went through several shrinking spurts as he went backwards through puberty. Soon his little penis was even smaller than his son's, even though he had yet to reach his age.

“Oooh, it's smaller now!” said son ducky. “I gotta bigger weewee than daddy! Look mommy!”

“I can see honey.” said mommy duck, chuckling.

Daddy ducky quacked and mumbled behind the pacifier as it kept glowing. The pubic plumes around his crotch receded into duckling feathers, and his little nub of a penis was still dwindling.

“Oh my, I didn't know it could get any smaller.” said mommy ducky, taking more pictures.

Daddy ducky looked horribly embarrassed and kept trying to cover himself with his feathered hands. Soon he had reached his son's height, then dropped below it. He had to look up at his own son and daughter now, blushing horribly. He squeaked and peeped in a shrill child voice, sounding much like they just had, and he shut his eyes tightly.

“Aww, daddy is shy.” said daughter ducky.

“Should we get a diaper for him mommy?” asked son ducky.

“Well, I don't think we have any.” said mommy ducky. “Besides, if it is anything like you two, it won't last long. Maybe he won't need one.” She watched with a smile as her big, adult husband shrank into a toddler, then infant. His feathers became soft and fluffy, and when his egg tooth grew back, she knew he had finished his transformation.

Daddy ducky felt the pacifier loosen, and he was able to pluck it from his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down, seeing his little button mushroom of a penis sticking out. He quacked and flailed his feathery wings in frustration, then looked up at his giant family standing around looking down at him. “Uhh...” he squeaked, then he felt something warm on his webbed toes. He looked down to see little drops of urine falling from the tip of his minuscule member. It wiggled and twitched as he tried to stop it, but that only made him squirt little spurts of pee into the carpet at his feet.

“Daddy needs diapers!” shouted son ducky.

“Daddy peed!” said daughter ducky.

Mommy ducky shook her head and waddled over to her husband. She must have looked a bit scary though, because he started to toddle away, leaving a little drippy trail wherever he went. “Come back dear!” she shouted. “You're getting pee everywhere!”

Daddy ducky squawked and quacked, looking for somewhere to hide. The coffee table looked perfect now at his new size, and he wiggled under it, still peeing.

Mommy ducky just sighed as she saw the small puddle coming out from under the table. “Come on now dear, it's not that bad.” she said. She peered under the table to see his blushing face and tears at the corners of his eyes. “Aww, don't cry.” She gently tugged him out and picked him up. She began rocking him softly and cooing to him. She patted his bottom and tickled his peepee with her feathers, making him blush and squirm more.

Daddy ducky blushed, but the sensation made his little penis perk up and stick out, gaining it even more attention. He looked up at his loving wife and at the pacifier in his hand, then grinned and stuck it in her mouth. “You tuwn!” he peeped.

Mommy ducky was instantly surprised by the pacifier and began sucking on it. She glared down at him and frowned in disapproval as her dress suddenly vanished. It was replaced with a pink bonnet, bib, and booties just like the ones daughter ducky had on before.

“Oh boy, now mommy is gonna be a baby!” said daughter ducky. “I get to play with her!”

“I can play with daddy!” said son ducky. He walked over to his baby dad and looked him over all around. He smiled and tried picking him up, but he was still a bit heavy.

Mommy ducky sat baby daddy ducky down on the floor and awaited her regression. She felt the tickly tingles ruffling her feathers, and then gasped when she felt her body shrinking. It was such a strange feeling, watching everything grow.

“My turn to take pictures!” said daughter ducky, grabbing the camera. “Say cheese!” She began snapping photos of her mommy shrinking and her baby father standing there giggling.

Mommy ducky took it in stride, though she was still very embarrassed standing there with her vagina exposed. She blushed, but didn't cover herself. She just watched as her own pubic plumes receded and vanished into her body.

“Mommy's foofy looks like mine!” said daughter ducky, still standing there naked. She had seen it before when her mommy would take baths with her when she was younger, but it had been a long time. It was so strange seeing their parents at ages younger than they used to be. She could see the changes in her body as she shrank, noticing her chest deflating and her features rounding. Her cheeks grew plump and her height dropped dramatically at one point, then she met her face to face. She smiled then began looking down at her as she grew younger and younger.

Mommy ducky grew down into single digits, turning into a child, then toddler. Her feathers softened and fluffed, and her stance took on more of a bow-legged gait. She waddled on chubby legs, feeling weaker and softer, then finally fell to her soft little duck tush. She fluttered and flopped, pulling the pacifier from her mouth. “Dis feews so weiwed...” she said, then gasped at her voice. “I sound wike a baby!”

“Hehe, you are a baby!' said daughter ducky. She helped her mommy up and smiled, hugging her and wiggling her tail feathers happily. “You're so cute mommy!”

Mommy ducky just smiled and hugged her daughter. It felt so strange with her being so big, but she just went with it.

Daughter ducky began inspecting her mommy, looking down at her little exposed slit and around to her plump little tush. “Baby butt!” she said, patting her on the behind with a giggle.

Mommy ducky meeped, caught off guard, and splashed a little bit of pee from her urethra. “Ooops!” she peeped. “I guess mommy needs diapers too!” She chuckled and flapped her wings, being a good sport about it. Then she spotted her tiny husband and waddled over to him. She glared at him in a mock angry way.

“Honey!” quacked daddy ducky, his little peepee bouncing in the air. “I sowwy!” He blushed and peeped, hiding his face with his feathers. “B-b-but, you awe cute!”

“Oh honey.” said mommy ducky. “So awe you.” She embraced him, knowing this wouldn't last long, and snuggled with him.

“Aww, baby parents!” said son ducky.

Daughter ducky took another picture of them and smiled. “They're so cute!” she said.

Mommy ducky snuggled with her infant husband and smiled, secretly tickling his little weewee. “Awe you happy now?” she asked him.

Daddy ducky blushed and kicked his little webbed feet. All the attention to his weewee while being tiny and naked was very stimulating, as was being naked with his wife. Even though they were reduced to infants, they still had their adult thoughts and memories. He looked between her legs and blushed, getting a peek for himself. All at once he stiffened, then bucked a little. He let out a few sharp peep squeaks and his weewee throbbed as he had a little dry orgasm.

Mommy ducky grinned and rubbed his baby feathered butt. “Good baby.” she said.

“Daddy must be cold!” said daughter ducky.

“Yeah, he's shaking.” said son ducky.

“He's jus happy.” said mommy ducky.

Daddy ducky blushed and let out a shy little peep. “N-nu uh...” he protested.

“Let's get a picture of all of us together!” said daughter ducky. She setup the camera to go off on a timer, then sat with her mommy in her lap while son ducky sat with his daddy in his lap. They all smiled as the camera went off, and suddenly the two parents began growing back up to normal. Their clothes disappeared, leaving them totally naked. They grew fast, and were soon too big for their children's laps, and slipped off. They grew up past puberty, growing their pubic plumes back, and then sat there on the floor. They quickly got into position again, this time with the children in the parents laps, and took another picture.

“We're all in our birthday suits!” said mommy ducky, kissing her daughter on the head.

“That was fun mommy!” said daughter ducky.

“Yeah, can we do it again sometime?” asked son ducky.

“Oh uh, I don't know.” said daddy ducky nervously. He looked around for the pacifier, intending to hide it. “Um, where did it go?”

“Huh?” asked daughter ducky. “It's gone!”

“It disappeared!” said son ducky.

“It must have been magic!” said mommy ducky, secretly having hidden it already. She smiled and snuggled her yellow feathered family on the floor.

Daddy ducky smiled and snuggled in with them, feeling the love and warmth of family all around him. They had shared a silly babyhood memory that would make for an awkward addition to the family photo album.


The End?