A Pretty Little Plan
by tannim
May 14, 2009

	Abby Mallard tugged at her wrists and ankles before looking back to Chicken Little. "Is this really necessary?"

	"Hey, you said you wanted to be pretty like those other girls... even when I said you were already beautiful."  He picked up the bottle of goop they had stolen from the alien ship, as tall as he was, and waddled over to her.

	"No, I MEANT tying me up and taking my clothes." She looked down at her very bare budding body with slight curves developed around her hips and a fuller looking breast region feathers.  Her body wasn't much yet, but she'd have a pretty figure in a few more years. The feathers hiding her tight pussy weren't hiding it much anymore, and she had given Chicken Little a nice view when he'd gotten down to tying her ankles.

	"Oh, that... err... we don't want you trying to chicken out again, do we?" He asked while dragging the bottle.  He paused briefly to take off his own shirt "There. Now I'm bare too." Showing off his narrow chest and flat hips.  He wasn't a very impressive specimen of a rooster.  Though Abby did rather enjoy the view.

	"Right... Come on, Chicken Little.  You know it won't work.  Nothing can make me as beautiful as the other girls."

	"This will!"

	"How?"

	"Remember how you looked in your baby pictures?" He grunted out and finally got the bottle next to her on the mat.

	"Yeah... I wasn't too bad looking then." She said with a longing sigh.

	"Well, this will make you look like that again!" He said proudly and motioned to the bottle.

	"Wait a minute..."

	"Too late!" Chicken Little stepped back and bounced his shoulder against the bottle, tilting it so a hefty wave of it splashed down over her, into her complaining beak.  She snapped it shut and he danced around, cheering. "Yes! First tr Ulp"

	His own beak clacked shut. The splash back drenched him almost as well as it had her and some slipped down his throat.  He looked at her.  She looked at him.  Nothing was happening.  They both laughed.

	Chicken Little's laugh stopped when he heard Abby's laugh, it was higher pitched than before.  He looked over her and saw her feathers shrinking one at a time on her body.   At first it made her look like a raggedy old bum with badly kept feathers, but as it continued it gave her a downy soft look.

	Chicken Little ran to stand over her, looking at her more closely. His legs felt funny suddenly, his own body itching and he had to look down at himself too.  At first he looked normal and a relieved sigh escaped but then he saw one feather, near his leg, suddenly disappear, or shrink, rather.  He closed his eyes and shook his head.

	"Oh no... no no no... this is bad." 

	Abby looked up at him.  "Untie me, Chicken Little! We need to get help!" Her voice was higher pitched again, though not too much, and her pretty, in an ugly way, buck teeth had pulled back into her beak somewhat. The feathers around hear head were taking on a more attractive color while her odd feathers sticking out the sides of her head pulled back into what normal birds consider attractive.

	Her feet shrunk and legs shortened as chicken little reached towards the bindings. He saw they were already slipping out and looked to her wrists to see that they too were freeing themselves as they regressed.  As soon as she was unbound Abby scrubbed frantically at her groin.  Chicken little watched, amazing and felt a desire to do the same, and not just to her groin.  The itching he head felt earlier had intensified in his pelvis region and was begging for attention.  His legs felt weaker as well and he found himself sitting down next to the naked Abbey.  She looked really soft... so soft and he couldn't resist running a lightly feathered hand down her flat chest.  Abby jerked back from the touch, then groaned and leaned forward into it with her hands still rubbing clumsily at her pussy.

	Chicken Little watched, fascinated, while the girl touched herself.  He had seen her masturbate before, and she was quite good at it, but somehow she seemed to have forgotten how.  The duck just rubbed at her mound and her pretty sopping wet lips with her... pretty... sopping... wet lips...

	Chicken Little's mind stopped trying to figure anything out.  His eyes were locked on her very wet girlhood, his body was telling him things about his own body and his suddenly very stiff boyhood.  Good things, fun things... His small tongue licked along his beak. He still felt weak, and for some reason the room seemed to be growing around him little by little, but he felt the urge to do something.  If he could just remember what it was.

	His little hand, he thought it should be bigger for some reason, pressed to Abby's sticky spot between her legs and pushed at it.  She giggled cutely, much cuter than normal he thought, then wondered why he thought she should look different.

	The girl lay back and clapped her hands calling out, "Touch it again, Chicken Little!" So childish... his mind thought briefly before he pressed his fingers back into the wet girl place. It was pleasantly hot and damn and... open.

	He crawled over her and for some reason found himself positioning his hips.  He really wanted to touch his thingy to hers...  And was about to when an arrogant female voice called out behind him.  

	"Yeah, go on, fuck that ugly duckling bitch, Little!"

	He jerked his head around, his cheeks blazing.

	Foxxy Loxxy and her crew were lounging in the doorway, watching. Goosey Lucy had a fair blush on her face and looked a bit anxious with her legs clenched, but the others were all cool and composed, knowing here was a chance to humiliate both Chicken Little AND Abby Mallard.  Foxxy Loxxy stepped closer and pushed the younger chicken little down onto much younger Abby.

	He looked up at her, wondering why he was blushing so badly.  Abby looked up at her too and shyly waved.  Both birds looked at each other and smiled before looking away again.

	The fox wasn't really too bright, and something nagged at her that this scene wasn't right, but she ignored it. "Go on, little. Plug that ugly duckling.  Lets see it."

	He looked back to Abby and then back to Foxxy, not really understanding what she wanted him to do. All he had been going to do was touch his thingy to hers.  The little chicken shrugged and rubbed his little hands over Abby's littler chest. The downy soft feathers felt really good there.

	The little girl under him was really cute, he realized absently.  Her feathers a nice light brown with fuzzy lighter tans here and there. Her beak was a softly sloping duck beak without a hint of buck teeth or upward curve at the end.  Abby's eyelashes were really long though.  They looked normal for her normal age.

	He paused his random thoughts again wondering why he should think of such long eyelashes normal on such a little girl.  Thoughts about her went instantly to one place as his little tip pressed into her soft sopping wet pussy lips.  The downy feathers there drug the hot moisture over his erection and painted his ready boy flesh with their heated arousal.

	Her lips squished around him and parted as though eager for his company.   She giggled and jerked her arms up and down rapidly at her sides as though really happy at a fun powerful feeling.  It was fun to watch he decided and wanted to see her doing it more.

	Chicken Little found his own hands rubbing her chest feathers and heard the clicks of cellphone cameras all around him. The bullies seemed a lot bigger than the had even a minute ago.  Foxxy towered over him, her evil grin making him nervous but not stopping his hips from pushing forward into that weird inviting place.

	Chicken little found tiny bright lights flashing in front of his eyes while the gripping wet girl place made him feel really good around his thingy.  He assumed the flashing was from that instead of the cameras the girls were taking pictures with.   His cock bumped against something inside the little girl's tunnel and didn't move when he pushed a tiny bit harder.  Chicken Little stopped and looked around confused.  It seemed like he should be able to go deeper into Abby's body.  The boy pushed again, and again.  Each time the little barrier stopped him from going in.  In front of him Abby lay and turned her head to look at Foxxy and the others then back to Chicken Little.  Her eyes wincing visibly each time the boy nudged at her protective cherry. 

	The vixen smirked "So she IS a virgin. It figures." She shifted feet and casually nudged him during one of his experimental thrusts.

	Abby stiffened and let out a pained whimper.  Chicken Little gasped in surprise, and then in amazement when the extra pressure let him tear through her barrier and slip further into the little girl.  He shivered at the feeling of her body reacting to having her cherry popped.  His hips scooted further until his balls pressed to the entrance of her damp cleft and nestled against her perineum just above her tight tailhole.

	The young duck squirmed and tried to get used to the full feeling.  Her small and growing smaller body wasn't used to having anything inside.  Chicken Little's cock was the first thing it had had in it since puberty had went away.  Abby hadn't been a virgin for long before he had popped her, but it was his first time deflowering a girl at any age.   The boy looked at her as she relaxed again.  Her mild pain from being opened faded quickly and she squeezed around his cock with muscles she didn't seem to understand anymore.

	Foxxy pressed on his head and back suddenly. "Go on, kiss the ugly... err... ugly... uh, bitch."  She found herself having trouble keeping away the thoughts that Abby really looked different than normal, and much smaller and cuter than she had looked even when the bullies had come in. Chicken Little too was much smaller, and while his feathers were fluffy all over and somewhat more yellow than usual, he was always small so that was easy for her to ignore.

	Chicken Little heard her and decided he didn't mind the idea of kissing her.  His cheeks were still flushed and he was rapidly becoming too small to be embarrassed.  He leaned down and pressed his chest to hers, really enjoying the way it felt.  He looked at her and she looked at him.  It was a lot of fun.  He pushed his beak forward and gave her a fast peck on the tip of her somewhat broader beak.

	Abby frowned as though that wasn't right and pushed her beak to his much more firmly and kissed back. The boy tried to pull away but her small arms wrapped around him and held him firmly while she kissed, her beak flexing a little to form around his better.  The little chicken tensed, the feeling between his legs overpowered the pleasant feeling of her beak on his or even her oh so soft chubby chest against his rapidly narrowing chest.

	He felt like he had to pee really badly, and from her expression, decided she had to too.  Her body squeezing at him really aggravated that sensation in a rather pleasant way.  Soft panting escaped both their beaks as their bodies gave them interesting and confusing signals neither could really understand anymore.  Chicken Little wondered why he kept thinking he should know what the feelings were, but decided it felt too good to worry about.  He tried to pull out, but found a big hand on his back pushing him back in.

	"Oh no you don't, You finish her off 'Big Boy'" Foxxy said in a mocking tone that was lost on them both.

	Abby Mallard giggled at each touch and cooed happily. It felt really neat for her too, and as she regressed further to a toddler of somewhere just over two she really liked happy tickle feelings. Chicken Little pushed back in after he couldn't pull out and discovered how good it felt to move his thingy around inside the little duckling.

	He looked down with his slightly less than four year old eyes and his glasses slipped off. They dropped onto her and then bounced onto the mat and... he could see better without them.  His vision let him see how little she really was and he found her really pretty that way. She seemed just right in his eyes, little ducklings were so cute.  Chicken Little's thingy pumped inside her faster, and his small hips moved rapidly in front of the bullies. They all had a good view of his boyish butt but not between his legs.  Abby's legs were too much in the way for them to see his cock slipping in and out, but Goosey Lucy thought she could see something between the boy's legs, something... large.

	Foxxy Loxxy, having given him the secret to pleasuring himself and his lovely little friend, was enjoying the show and especially watching his young hips pumping rapidly.  The other girls still had their cell phones going, some moving a bit for better angles, and caught Abby's legs clenching under her love.  The girl's legs were still spread wide, but were chubby and much shorter. She bounced her arms a lot on the mat at the funny feelings inside, but her hips moved with Chicken Little's when he figured out how to thrust right.

	He leaned in to kiss her again because it had felt so good... he thought.  He couldn't really remember why he thought it felt good.  It just seemed like a fun thing to do and he was right as he kissed her tiny beak broad beak.  That tingle between his legs, the urge to go, he did.

	He thrust faster, his urgent need to go making him ignore anything else.  Even the feeling Foxxy's hand slap his downy feathered butt telling him to ride that mule faster was lost to him. Chicken Little's three year old mind lost all sense of what much of what she said meant.  He didn't understand a lot of what he had before... or that there was a before.  It didn't bother him much though.  His world was happy and tingly and focused on one tiny little girl under him and the space between them where they joined as he thrust into it rapidly.

	The little chicken was getting tired, though his urges wouldn't let him stop.   That urgent need to pee built and built until at last it burst. He humped into his tiny mount, no more than one and three fourths years old, and flooded her tiny immature pussy and womb with far more juice than a boy of two and a half should be able to produce.

	His cum spurted out seemingly endlessly.  One squirt, two, four, twelve, thirty, it just kept coming. Chicken Little hugged his small lover as tight as his young arms would let him. He rocked back and forth holding her and riding the waves of sexual bliss until a powerful jet and surge of pleasure made him pull away  suddenly in a hard spasm. The boy  fell back and his tiny penis slipped out of his lover's well used pussy.

	With him off Abby's belly was revealed.  She was swollen as though she were hugely pregnant with a steady stream of Chicken Little's boy milk leaking out.  He looked around without fully understanding what was happening, lost in the fog of youth and powerful long lasting orgasmic bliss.    His eyes found the bullies and seemed to plead for some relief from the intense feelings.

	They didn't move to help him.  Their cameras were still going despite.  Their jaws were dropped.  Foxxy was amazed to see the boy's penis still shooting his sticky cum over Abby.  Spurts strong enough to spray up to the toddler's beak and all over her belly and chest feathers.

	Abby lay there, rocking and chattering happily.  The hot semen shower not bothering her at all.  Foxxy looked down to see Chicken Little's balls swollen huge but steadily diminishing as he continued to unload their contents.  The little duckling's pussy had managed to clamp shut finally and hold enough in to keep her looking hugely pregnant.  Though not as big as initially before the leakage. 

	Foxxy couldn't resist leaning down to catch a few spurts in her mouth.  It was just too impressive to let the chance slip by.  He was pumping out more cum than even the raunchiest porn movie stud she had seen.  Chicken Little's taste was better than she had expected, and she completely forgot the cell phones recording it all behind her as she knelt down to wrap her lips around his little penis.  She sucked on him and drank his heavy shots until her belly felt uncomfortably full.   The vixen pulled back when she had had enough and was just in time to see his balls almost to normal size... for his former age.

	The flow continued for nearly a minute longer, both birds ages seemed to have stabilized by then.  Neither getting any smaller, except for Chicken Little, who's balls shrank back to just a little smaller than they had been at his original age. Slightly smaller but much bigger than they should have been for his apparent age.  The boy yawned after a few moments of finishing his extended orgasm.  The last spurt shot up high at Foxxy, kneeling next to him, and left a long strand in the vixen's cheek fur. Chicken Little scrubbed at his right eye and tiredly lay down next to Abby, curling up to sleep with his thumb in his beak.  Abby looked around with equally drooping eyes and nodded off too. Her pussy still fluttering with her clitoris very prominent and fully erect... and as big as it had been before her regression. The little duck girl's lips were flushed and clenching rhythmically in an endless stream of blissful girlish orgasm.
