Daddy Ducky Bath Time

By Ozzie Astaroth

It was getting late and daddy ducky was trying to wrangle his little ducky son so he could get him bathed. He bobbed and weaved around the living room furniture, flapping his feathery arms, trying to catch him. He was wearing his red shirt, blue shorts, and soft little socks as he ran around. Mommy ducky was busy helping their daughter, so it was up to him to handle things. His little son was still just a hatchling wearing diapers and a blue shirt. He crinkled playfully as he scampered around the living room, thinking he was playing a game with his daddy.

“Ah! Why are you running from me?” asked daddy ducky. “It's bath time!”

“No baff!” said the baby ducky, wiggling his padded rear at his daddy. His bare duck feet pitter-pattered on the floor as he waddled around.

Daddy ducky smiled and cornered his little man, then grabbed him and picked him up. “Aha!” he said. “Gotcha!”

Baby ducky quacked and squealed, giggling and wiggling around. Then he suddenly stopped and blushed a little. The front of his diaper began to show a yellow splash of pee on the front. He looked down at it and poked it. “I did peepee daddy.” he said shyly.

Daddy ducky just smiled and hugged his son. “I know sweety.” he said. “It's okay. It's bath time anyway, so if you need to potty, go ahead and let it all out.” 

Baby ducky giggled and let his little bladder flow freely. “Yay! Pee pee!” he cheered. A faint hissing sound came from his diaper as he was carried to the bathroom by his daddy. He wiggled his little ducky weewee inside his warm, wet diaper and cooed.

Daddy ducky took his little ducky son into the bathroom and shut the door. He sat his little son down on the floor and began taking off his own clothes first. “Let daddy get nakie and then it'll be your turn.” he said. He slid his blue shorts down to the floor and picked them up, tossing them in the hamper. Next, he began tugging his soft, white, cotton briefs down, exposing his little penis. He blushed heavily, being a little shy to be naked even in front of his son. He had always been a little ashamed of his tiny penis, as it was the size of a toddler's little peepee. It bounced and wobbled as he took off his socks and tossed them away, then pulled his shirt up over his head. He suddenly felt a tiny pressure on his parts and blushed, taking off his shirt and looking down. 

Baby ducky was curious and innocently looking at his daddy's little bits. “Daddy!” he said. “Yer peepee wooks wike mine!” 

Daddy ducky blushed and wondered if he meant that the general shape was the same or the size. Maybe it was both, but it made him wonder all the same. “Y-yes it is son!” he said. “You and I both have penises because we are boys.” He tugged at his son's little shirt, lifting it off of him. “Now, let's get that icky wet diaper off of you.”

“Hehe, okay daddy!” said the son. He stood there and smiled, yellow feathered wing in mouth, as his daddy unfastened the tapes on his diaper and pulled it away. 

Daddy ducky looked down at his son's wet feathers and saw that his little weewee was poking out all stiffy. He blushed and realized that it was just as big as his after all, and gulped a little. For a moment, he imagined himself waddling around the house in a diaper, but shook it off.

“Wook daddy!” said the son. “My weewee is biggerer!” He smiled and poked at his little pink mushroom and then pointed at his dad's limp, shrunken penis.

“Th-that's because...yours is happy!” said daddy duck. He looked down at his own flaccid member. It was basically just the tip sticking out of his feathers, and actually did make his boy's own peepee look bigger. “Yes, when a boy's weewee gets happy, it pokes out and says hello like yours is doing.”

“Weally?” said the baby ducky boy. “How it get happy?”

“W-well, s-sometimes it just does!” said daddy ducky. “Yours must be happy to be out of that wet diaper.”

“Hehe, yeah it is!” said the ducky son. He giggled and clapped, hopping up and down, making his bits jiggle and wiggle. It was flanked by wet feathers, but not a trace of pubic plumes.

Daddy ducky's own member began to stiffen as he felt an urge to pee. “Uh oh, daddy needs to potty for a moment.” he said, waddling over to the toilet. He aimed his weewee and began to pee without using his feathered hands. The tinkling sound of urine landing in water filled the echo chamber that was the bathroom.

The baby ducky oogled his father's genitals as he urinated, interested in how everything works down there. “Daddy's peepee got bigger too!” he quacked. 

Daddy ducky blushed and wiggled a little, making his pee stream snake around inside the bowl. “Uh, yeah it did!” he said. “See kiddo? You're just like daddy after all.” He was doing his best to turn this into a positive memory for his little boy instead of learning that his dad had a baby weewee.

“Yeah!” the baby ducky cheered. “Me n daddy gots a big peepee!”

Daddy ducky sighed and soon finished peeing, then flushed and washed his wings. “You're such a good boy.” he said to the baby ducky, patting his head.

Baby ducky smiled and curiously poked his papa's minuscule member again. “Daddy's peepee is jus wike mine!” he announced.

Mother duck happened to be waddling by and heard the announcement. She decided to peek in and saw the two standing opposite each other, totally naked, and both with cute little erections. She smiled at the scene and chuckled to herself. She knew her husband was shy about his penis size, but she did always love how small and cute it was. In fact, she loved to occasionally tease him about it, enjoying the cute blush on his feathered face.

Daddy ducky blushed and nodded. “Yep!” he said. “We both have happy peepees!” He turned and started the shower, making sure the water wasn't too hot nor too cold, then turned to his little man and squatted down to his level. 

Baby ducky's cute little innocent face smiled broadly. “Can we be nakie mowe aftew da baff?” he asked.

Daddy ducky blushed and picked him up. “Maybe son.” he said. “We can't stay naked forever, plus you need a diaper or you might make a mess.” He blushed when he felt baby ducky's little peepee touching his and looked down.

Baby ducky followed his father's gaze and smiled. “Peepee kiss!” he said. “Hehehe, it feews funny!”

Daddy ducky blushed more and squirmed a little, picking his son up and holding him. “Eheh, yeah, it sure does kiddo.” he said, stepping into the shower with him. “Let's just keep this between you and me okay?”

Baby ducky giggled and nodded, feeling the warm water on his feathers and feet. “Okay daddy!” he said happily.

The End