Daddy Duck Plays House

By Ozzie Astaroth

Daughter ducky was so happy. She had invited two of her best friends to a sleepover and they were all gathered in her bedroom. She was a yellow feathered, five-year-old girl wearing a simple purple dress and a pink and white pair of training pants. She wasn't embarrassed to wear them, because her friends wore them too! There was a little brown and white feathered owl girl wearing a pink skirt and white training pants, and there was a black and white striped skunk girl wearing yellow shortalls and a diaper underneath. She was a little behind on her potty training, but daughter ducky and her friend didn't judge. They were all in the same kindergarten class and many of the students there had to wear diapers or training pants themselves. They were all sitting around a small, round, pink, plastic table with a pretend plastic tea set on it, pretending to have a tea party.

“Good tea!” said the skunk girl in a faux rich person accent. 

“Yes, very good!” said the owl girl. She wore a gold necklace with what was thought to be a fake blue gem stone in it. It glinted in the light every now and then as they played.

“Oooh, pretty necklace!” said daughter ducky. “Where'd ya get it?”

“My grandma gave it to me.” said the owl girl, smiling proudly. “She says its magic!”

“Hehe, it is?” asked the skunk girl, pretending to take another sip of tea. “Can you show us?”

“Yes, please show us!” daughter ducky quacked. 

“I dunno how.” said the owl girl, blushing.

“Awww!” said daughter ducky. “I wanna see magic!”

“Me too!” said the skunk girl.

“Sorry.” said the owl girl, looking down.

“Um, it's okay!' said daughter ducky. “Let's play...house!”

“I love house!” said the skunk girl. “Who's gonna be the baby though?”

“I don't wanna!” said ducky daughter.

“Me neither!” said the owl girl.

“But we need a baby!” said the skunk girl. Just then, the bedroom door opened and in walked daddy ducky, wearing some blue shorts, white socks, and a green shirt.

“Hey girls!” quacked daddy ducky. “How are things going? Need anything?”

“Yeah!” said daughter ducky. “We need a baby!”

“A baby?” daddy ducky asked. “What about your brother?”

“He's busy getting a bath by mom.” said daughter ducky.

“Well, I'm sure there's some other game you all can play.” said daddy ducky.

“I know!” said the skunk girl. She got up from her chair and then ran over behind daddy ducky. She shut the bedroom door then yanked his shorts down to the floor. “Pantsing!” She giggled and ran over behind daughter ducky and tugged her training pants down. “Pantsing!”

“Eeep!” ducky daddy yelped, blushing and standing there with his little peepee out. You see, unlike most adults, daddy ducky's penis was quite small. It was something he was embarrassed of, but his wife enjoyed teasing him about. 

“My training pants!” squawked daughter ducky, giggling and blushing as she stood there with her bits exposed. She didn't mind so much, since they had all seen each other naked in the bath before.

“Oooh, look!” said the owl girl. “Their peepees are different!” The girls couldn't help but compare the two as they glanced back and forth between male and female genitalia. 

“Why'd you do that?” asked daughter ducky, still standing there with her training pants down, feeling the cool air on her little feathered foofy.

“It's called pantsing!” the skunk girl explained, giggling at daddy ducky's bare behind. “I saw two boys do this at school today!” She smiled and walked proudly back to her seat, then looked at daddy ducky's penis. “Oh wow, your daddy's peepee is smaller than the boy's I saw!”

“Hehe, it's like a baby peepee!” said the owl girl.

“Ooh, yeah!” said daughter ducky. “It's like little brother ducky's weewee! I see it sometimes when mommy is changing him.”

Daddy ducky gulped and blushed. Smaller than a little kid's?! He felt so small, and soon he was feeling even smaller. He tried to pull his shorts and undies back up, but was frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.

“Is your daddy getting...smaller?” asked the owl girl, her amulet flashing. 

Daddy ducky looked down at the little girls, who came up to his stomach before, now seeming larger and larger. Soon their height reached his chest. “Ah!” he quacked. “What's going on?!” His voice became higher and higher. His pubic plumes began retreating, and his feathers were becoming softer. His features became rounder, smaller, cuter, and more innocent as time went on. The girls watched in awe as the adult man shrank more and more into a little boy. Not knowing much about the world just yet, they had a lot of questions, yet didn't discount the probability of something like this happening.

“He's growing down!” said daughter ducky. She pulled her training pants back up and began examining him all over as he shrank in front of them. “Yay! Now he can play with us!”

Daddy ducky yelped and quacked as he shrank more and more. His little penis was now even smaller than it was as he dropped down to single digits. His feathers became more downy soft and his body plumped a little with baby fat, pushing out at his little wiener so that now only the tip showed. His shirt now tinted on him though, covering his crotch at least. 

The owl girl got up and lifted the shirt up. “I never saw a boy's weewee before!” she said excitedly. “It looks like a mushroom!”

“Oooh, it got smaller too!” said the skunk girl.

Daddy ducky just blushed, still frozen in place, and watching as the floor moved closer and closer. He was now even in height with his daughter.

“Daddy got little!” said daughter ducky. “He's just like us now!”

“Let's dress him up!” said the owl girl, taking his shirt off and leaving him naked except for his huge socks. “Come on!” She tugged at him, pulling him over and making him step out of his socks.

“B-b-but!” said the shrinky daddy ducky. “W-wait!” He squeaked in a little boy duck's voice now, closer to how his son sounded.

“Look at his butt!” the skunk girl giggled. 

“Wow daddy!” said daughter ducky. “I didn't know ya could get little!”

“M-me neither!” squawked daddy duck. He was being examined by the girls now.

“I wonder what it feels like.” said the owl girl. She reached out with her feathered wing and curiously touched daddy ducky's little dinky. 

Daddy ducky blushed hard and gasped, feeling the little feathers tickle his peepee. Suddenly, it began to sprout outwards with an erection. 

“Oooh, it grew!” said the owl girl. “Hehe, it feels warm! Is this how boys pee?” Her necklace flashed again, and daddy duck began to pee, as if on queue, right onto the floor.

Daddy ducky eeped and covered his beak with his feathered wings. His two inch baby winky was peeing in front of the girls and unable to stop! He heard his urine tinkling on the soft, carpeted floor of his daughter's bedroom. He shuffled and fluffed his feathers in a super embarrassed huff, but it only made him sprinkle his tinkle on more of the carpet.

“Uh oh!” said daughter ducky. “Daddy hadda accident! Just like baby brother!”

“He needs a diaper!” said the skunk girl.

“I have some of my old ones!” said daughter ducky. She went to fetch some from her dresser and came back. She held it up to him and noticed it was way too small. “Oh, but they're too small!”

“Maybe he can get even littler!” said the owl girl, and her necklace flashed again.

Daddy ducky felt the familiar feeling again as he began to shrink. The room grew larger and so did the girls. “Oh nooo!” he squeaked shrilly. “Not again!” 

“Ooh, he is!” said the skunk girl.

“He's littler than us now!” said daughter ducky. “Ooh, does this mean I can be his big sister?”

“N-no!” squeaked daddy ducky as he shrank and peed. The urine drained from his bladder as it shrank and squeezed out the drink he had earlier. He felt the carpet tickle his ducky feet as they shrank on top of it. His height lowered and lowered until the girls were towering over him. He gulped and felt so small and a little afraid. He didn't know what was going on, but he was more embarrassed than worried. He covered his little peepee, which was now just barely straining an one inch erection, and dribbled a little pee on his feathers. His egg tooth grew back, and he began to peep softly like the tiny duckling he had become.

“He's smaller than baby brother now!” said daughter ducky. “I bet the diaper will fit now!” She tried putting it on him but he kept quacking and flailing, running around the room. Still, she chased him around with the pink and white diaper in her hand.

“N-no!” he peeped. His little legs were softer and weaker now, but he was able to toddle around the room, leaving a tiny wet trail as he did.

“Daddy no!” shouted daughter ducky. “Ya getting pee all over!” She scolded him like her mommy scolded her.

Daddy ducky froze, as if by command. His urine stream dribbled to a stop. He looked down at the mess he made and blushed. His regressed emotions got the better of him, and he began to cry softly. Small, wet tears ran from his eyes, down his bill, and onto the floor.

“Awww, you made him cry!” shouted the owl girl.

“Yeah, don't be mean.” said the skunk girl. “He's just a baby now. Babies can't help it. Besides, you peed too.” She giggled and pointed to her obviously wet training pants.

Daughter ducky blushed and tugged her dress down to hide it. “S-so?” she said. “I got training pants on.”

“Yeah, let's get that diaper on him.” said the owl girl.

“Nu uh!” shouted baby daddy ducky. He sniffled and hiccuped a little. “No wanna diapuh!” He sounded just like the baby he had become. He stomped his little webbed feet, making his weewee jiggle up and down.

“What about this?” said the skunk girl, pulling out a baby bottle of milk. 

“Ooh, good idea!” said daughter ducky. “He must be cranky cause he's hungry. Come here daddy.”

Daddy duck blushed and waddled over to his daughter, looking up at her. She reminded him so much of his wife now, his babyish mind was starting to confuse them.

Daughter ducky sat down and patted her lap. “Come on.” she said, holding the bottle.

Daddy ducky waddled over and turned, then sat his fluffy, feathered bottom on his daughter's lap. He looked at her adorable face and blushed, but smiled a little, then accepted the bottle into his beak. He felt the cool, creamy milk run down his tongue and throat as he suckled on it. 

“Awww!” said both of the girls at once upon seeing the adorable sight of daughter ducky feeding little, naked, baby daddy ducky. 

Daddy ducky continued to nurse from the bottle, feeling so small and babyish. His little peepee was still all perked up and happy, sticking out from his feathered crotch. He reached down with his little feathered wing and covered it up, but only managed to tickle it, making him giggle.

“Your daddy is so cute!” said the skunk girl. “Can I hold him?”

Daughter ducky smiled and nodded. “Sure!” she said, pulling the bottle from his mouth. She handed over the tiny, naked bundle of joy.

Daddy ducky looked around with his big, innocent eyes and kicked his little baby ducky legs a bit. He peeped softly, making the skunk girl smile. 

“He's so little!” said the skunk girl. “And his little peepee is so cute how it bounces!” She giggled and poked it with her little furry fingers, making it wiggle.

Daddy ducky squirmed and blushed. “Nuh uh!” he protested. “My peepee!” He covered himself again, trying to prevent them from looking at it or touching it. He knew that by nature these little girls were curious about boys, but felt odd about them looking at it, even though he had been reduced to a hatchling.

“Let me hold him!” said the owl girl, holding out her feathered wings.

“Okay, but be careful.” said the skunk girl. “He's just a hatchy now.” She passed baby daddy ducky off to her.

“I know.” said the owl girl. She held him and smiled down at his sweet, innocent face. She smiled and tickled his little ducky feet. “Coochie coochie coo!”

Daddy duck felt the girl's feathers on his soft, sensitive, little baby feet and couldn't help himself. He began to giggle and squirm like an infant in her arms. He kicked his legs, trying to get her to stop. His little peepee bounced and wiggled, letting out a little more pee.

“Oh gosh!” said the owl girl. “Your daddy peed on me!” She giggled and held him out at arm's length.

“Time for that diaper.” said daughter ducky. She laid it out on the floor and sprinkled some powder into it.

The owl girl gently lowered baby daddy ducky onto the diaper, bottom first.

Daddy ducky squirmed and felt the powdered, bulky diaper under his butt and fussed. “No diapuh!” he peeped.

“But ya need it!” said daughter ducky. “Maybe I need to go get mommy.”

Daddy ducky suddenly calmed down at the mention of mommy ducky. He didn't want her to see him like this. “Noh!” he peeped again. “Yoo win.” He folded his fluffy little wings and huffed cutely.

“Hehe, good baby.” said daughter ducky. She sprinkled powder on his little peepee then rubbed it in with her feathery wings.

Daddy ducky moaned a little and squirmed at the tickly feeling on his little winkie. He squirmed and blushed hard. It was so humiliating that this was getting him hard, but he couldn't help it. His baby body was reacting on its own. The stimulation was too much, and he began to shiver and buck, suddenly having a little dry orgasm right then and there.

“Uh oh, I think he's cold.” said the owl girl.

“Maybe we can find him a shirt.” said the skunk girl.

“Let me finish first.” said daughter ducky. She pulled the diaper up between his legs and over his now flaccid little dinky, then taped the sides snugly. “There, all done!” 

Daddy ducky looked down at the embarrassing pink and white diaper that was on him now. It felt so bulky and soft on his little body. She had done a bit of a poor job taping the diaper on though, and it kept slipping around on him. He found himself suddenly staring at the baby bottle again.

“Okay daddy, drink up while we get you a shirt.” said daughter ducky, holding her baby daddy and feeding him like she had practiced with her dolls. 

Daddy ducky just blushed and suckled from the bottle, wondering what he was going to do about all of this. He was tired from the running and tickling from earlier. Suddenly the bedroom door opened, and he gasped, suddenly growing back to his adult size. The diaper around him tore away, leaving him naked once again as his wife walked in.

Mommy ducky gasped when she saw daddy ducky lying naked on the floor. “What's going on here?!” she quacked. Then she saw the bottle in her daughter's hand and the diaper on the floor.

“We was playin' house!” said the skunk girl, looking up at mommy duck.

“Yeah!” said daughter ducky. “Daddy turned into a baby!”

“Oh I see.” said mommy ducky. She figured he must have been indulging the girls by being the baby for them, but was still shocked to see him naked with them. “Well, in that case, I had better get a bigger diaper!” She turned to go fetch one, since daddy ducky sometimes had a habit of wetting the bed. She knew there was more to his baby sized weewee than just looks.

Daddy ducky gulped a swallow of milk when she left, and almost immediately shrank back down into a baby.

“Yay!” shouted the owl girl. “He's little again! My turn to feed him!”

“No it's my turn!” shouted the skunk girl.

Daddy ducky just sighed and rolled his eyes. Something told him this would be an ongoing thing that his wife would never let him forget. He just hoped that in time his daughter would never remember.

The End?