Daddy Ducky's Mishap

By Ozzie Kit Skunk

It was a bright, sun shining morning in the Ducky household. It was also the weekend, which means Daddy Ducky slept in. Mommy Ducky was already up and tending to the children, changing Son Ducky's diaper and helping Daughter Ducky use the potty. They were all dressed and ready for the day by the time Daddy Ducky awoke. He stretched and yawned in the bed, then pulled his bed sheets off. He sleepily flopped out of bed, not realizing he had left something important behind, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. On the way, he met Son Ducky in the hallway.

“Hey daddy!” said the little toddler ducky boy. He wore only a diaper and powder blue shirt today, and had something in his hand. He looked up at his father slowly and giggled a bit. “Look what I made!” He held up a rather crude crayon drawing of himself and the other family members playing at the park.

“Oh, that's very good son.” said Daddy Ducky, yawning and patting his son on the head. He wondered what was so funny though.

“Can we go to the park today daddy?” asked the little boy duckling. He giggled again, looking right at his father's penis. It was tiny, about as small as his, but as he talked and moved, it would grow and shrink a little on its own.

“I think we can arrange that.” said Daddy Ducky. He yawned and fluffed his wings out, making his little penis wiggle a bit. “But let me get some breakfast in me first.”

Son Ducky giggled a little at seeing it. “Okay daddy.” he said with a smile. “Did you wet the bed again daddy?” He wondered if his dad had wet the bed, and thus his underwear, which would explain why he was without for the moment.

“Meep?” Daddy Ducky quacked. “Wh-what? No. I don't do that sweety.” He did wet the bed one time, but it was because he was sick. He did what he could that day to keep his kids from finding out, but they discovered his wet sheets as his wife took them out of the room, and knew what had happened. He wondered why his son would ask him such a silly question, and saw the diaper he had on. He knew his son was a little behind in potty training, and probably wanted to brag about his own lack of a night time accident. “Why? Did you?”

“Uh huh.” said Son Ducky, blushing a little. “But it was just a little one! Mommy changed me, and I'm gonna keep this one clean all day!” He smiled brightly, feeling brave today.

“Well good.” said Daddy Ducky. “Soon you'll be out of those diapers and into some proper training pants, and then big boy pants, just like daddy!” He smiled and picked up his son, spinning him around a little to make him smile, then sat him back down on the soft carpet.

“Hehehe, yeah!” cheered the little duck boy. He saw as his daddy's wee-wee shrunk up when he asked about wetting the bed, and wondered if his did too. “Look daddy!” The little, yellow feathered hatchling suddenly grasped both sides of his diaper and yanked it down, exposing his tiny wee-wee to his father. “Can you see it? Is it small?”

Daddy Ducky blushed and squawked. “Eep!” he yelped. “Son, what are you doing? You know better than to take your diaper off!” He always blushed when he saw that his son's penis was about the same size as his own, but having him just tug his diaper off and show him all of a sudden had him scratching his feathered head.

“But daddy!” shouted Son Ducky. “I wanna show you!” He began to wiggle his powdered tush and wobbling around, making his tiny wee-wee dance around. “See? It's getting' bigger!” He giggled and did an adorable, innocent little dance that made his wee-wee poke out a little. 

“Oh, um, yes.” said Daddy Ducky, blushing and looking away. His own penis shriveled a bit until it was just a tiny pink nub sticking out from his yellow pubic plumes.

Son Ducky saw this and giggled, thinking his daddy's wee-wee looked like an acorn. He looked down at his own and smiled, since it was now bigger than his dad's. “Look!” he said with pride. “It's biggerer!”

“Eheh, it sure is kiddo!” said Daddy Ducky, not understanding why he was pointing this out. He quickly reached down and grabbed his son's diaper, then tugged it back up. “There we are. Now you keep your diapers on so you don't have an accident all over the nice clean floor.”

“Hehe, okay daddy!” said Son Ducky. He giggled and watched his father waddle down the hall and the stairs. He could see his plump, feathered rear wiggling with each step.

Daughter Ducky was lying on the floor, coloring with crayons, when she heard Son Ducky giggling in the distance. She looked up and saw Daddy Ducky descending the stairs without any undies on. She giggled at his small nub of a penis, thinking it was very silly, and looked a lot like her brother's when he would toddle around naked. She wondered why her daddy would be walking around like this when he is usually so bashful about being naked. Giggling, she quickly changed something on her drawing and got up on her little webbed feet.

Daddy Ducky was still in a bit of a sleepy daze, confused by the actions of his son. Now he could see his young daughter waddling up to him wearing a cute purple single piece dress and white panties, carrying a piece of paper with crayon drawings on it. “Oh, hello my little peep.” he said, smiling at her arrival.

“Good morning daddy!” said Daughter Ducky. “Hehe, look what I drew!” She proudly showed him a crayon drawing of the family all standing together.

“Oh yes, quite lovely!” said Daddy Ducky. He looked it over more closely and saw that she had drawn him with no pants or underwear, and even included a tiny pink spot for his penis. Blushing quite heavily, he couldn't help but wonder. “Um, why did you draw my bits sweety?”

“Because it makes you all blushy!” said Daughter Ducky, giggling a bit. She looked right at his small penis and balls, forming a question in her mind. “Um, daddy? How come boys have long wee-wees and girls have holes?” She blushed a little, but smiled up at him, tugging at her dress a little.

“Oh, well, um, you see...” Daddy Ducky stammered. He thought she was too young to explain the birds and the bees to her just yet. He wondered why all of the genital questions from his kids today. “Why don't you ask your mother? She's a girl too, and can tell you all about it.”

“She's busy.” said Daughter Ducky. “Can you tell me? Please?” She looked at him with big, innocent eyes, still holding the embarrassing drawing.

“W-well, it's just that...” Daddy Ducky thought, trying to come up with something. “You're...not old enough yet.” He sighed with relief. 

Daughter Ducky looked unhappy at the lack of an answer. “Oh, I do?” she asked. “But why? I mean, you and brother have these cute little wee-wees. Even mommy thinks yours is cute. They are both the same size too. Why don't we have cute little ones like that?” She asked while looking right at Daddy Ducky's little pink nub.

“It's not little...” Daddy Ducky blushed. “Er, I mean, it's just how nature makes us. Boys have what we call a penis, and girls have what we call a vagina. Just don't go around school saying those words or you'll get in trouble.”

“Why would I get in trouble?” asked Daughter Ducky. She didn't really understand why such interesting facts should be kept secret.

“Well, you know how they're called privates?” asked Daddy Ducky, thinking of a good one while stroking his beak. “It's because they're private! They're very private, and we're not allowed to talk about them with anyone but close family.”

“Until I'm older.” said Daughter Ducky.

“Right, until you're older dear.” said Daddy Ducky.

“Oh okay.” said Daughter Ducky. She was still looking at her father's exposed penis and got curious. “Why does your um, penis get bigger and smaller all the time?”

“Uh, what's with all the personal questions today sweety?” Daddy Ducky asked, blushing and clearing his throat a little, unaware that his wee-wee was doing its little dance now.

Daughter Ducky just giggled at the sight and smiled. “It's cute!” she quacked. “I'm just curious daddy! It keeps doing it!” 

“W-well, sometimes it just...likes to dance!” said Daddy Ducky, just making things up. 

“Do all boys have dancing wee-wees?” asked Daughter Ducky, even more intrigued now.

“Um, sometimes.” said Daddy Ducky. He was sweating now, looking into the kitchen ahead, wanting some of that tasty coffee he could smell in the air.

“Daddy, how come you're...” Daughter Duck was about to ask why her father was naked from the waist down today when Mommy Ducky peeked out from the kitchen.

Mommy Ducky, wearing her long pink dress, saw Daddy Ducky standing there with his cute little winkie out and chuckled. “Why Daddy Ducky!” she said. “What are you doing?”

“I'm just trying to get my coffee.” said Daddy Ducky. “The kids keep pestering me with questions about bits and parts.”

“And you don't know why?” asked Mommy Ducky.

“No, not at all!” quacked Daddy Ducky all flustered.

“Well, let daddy have his coffee sweety.” said Mommy Ducky, wanting the game to go on a bit longer. She did enjoy getting her peeks at his cute little pecker.

“Hehe, okay mommy!” Daughter Ducky giggled, stepping aside. She was joined by Son Ducky and both began giggling as Daddy Ducky waddled away bare bottomed.

“Finally.” Said Daddy Ducky. He yawned again and rubbed his eyes, then went into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. He sniffed, inhaling the aroma before having a nice long sip. He scratched his bottom, still unsure of why all the unusual questions this morning. It was only then that he noticed a distinct lack of fabric with his feathered hand. He felt all around, thinking his undies had just drooped a bit, but he felt only his own feathers, penis, and bottom. “Eeep!”

“Figure it out dear?” asked Mommy Ducky from the door way. “My my, you really are groggy today.”

“Good grief!” Daddy Ducky quacked, fluffing his feathers in frustration. “I'm naked!” He put his coffee down and covered himself with his hands. “Why didn't anyone tell me?!”

“I tried to.” said Daughter Ducky. She giggled, still holding the paper, and finding her suddenly blushy, awkward father hiding himself.

“Hm?” asked Mommy Ducky. “What is this you've made?”

“Look mommy!” said Daughter Ducky. She handed her the family portrait she had made and giggled.

Mommy Ducky took one look at it, and that tiny pink spot on Daddy Ducky's crotch, and began to laugh hysterically. “Oh my!” she said after laughing so hard her face turned red. “This is going on the fridge!” She marched over to the refrigerator with it.

“N-no!” squawked Daddy Ducky. He ran over, keeping one hand over his genitals and reaching out for the drawing with his other hand. “Give me that!”

“Haha, no way sweety!” said Mommy Ducky, dancing away with it, keeping it just out of his reach. “This way I can look at your cute little wee-wee any time I want.”

“But honey...” Daddy Ducky whined. “It's not that little...”

“Yeah!” shouted Son Ducky. “It's big, like mine!” He pulled his crinkly padding down again, showing his pride for all of its inch-long glory. “See?”

“Oh I see.” said Mommy Ducky. “I see what a bad influence your father is. Really now.” She marched over and tugged the little boy's diaper back up. “Keep a diaper over that until you learn to use the potty properly.”

Son Ducky giggled, but blushed. “Okay mommy.” he said. “Can I go nakie like daddy when I do?”

“Maybe sometimes.” said Mommy Ducky.

“Don't encourage him.” said Daddy Ducky. He began to slink away, still covering himself, and trying to grab the drawing.

“Go get dressed darling.” said Mommy Ducky, pulling the drawing away again before giving him a peck on his beak. “Before she makes another drawing.”

“Good idea!” said Daughter Ducky, rushing off to her crayons again.

“Daughter no!” shouted Daddy Ducky, following behind her all embarrassed. Everyone just laughed at his little bouncing wee-wee as he seemingly forgot to cover himself again.

“He'll never learn.” said Mommy Ducky, shaking her head and looking at the drawing with a smile.

The End