Ducky Show and Tell

By Ozzie Kit Skunk

“I'm flattered that you want to show everyone your daddy for show and tell sweetie.” said Daddy Ducky, driving his precious little Daughter Ducky to school. He was wearing a red t-shirt and blue shorts, along with some white socks and brown shoes. 

“Yeah, they wanted to see you after I told them about you.” said Daughter Ducky, dressed in a cute pink and purple dress and white shoes. She was still just eight-years-old so she sat in her car seat kicking her feet happily. What her daddy didn't know was that she had told her friends about her experience with the magic pacifier and how she saw her daddy become a naked little hatchling. Her owl friend had lent her the pacifier again so she could show the entire class. 

“Oh, heheh, really?” Daddy Duck blushed and rubbed his yellow feathered head. “I certainly hope I can entertain them.”

“I know you will daddy!” said Daughter Ducky. They pulled up to the school, but this time instead of being dropped off, her daddy parked the car and got out, then helped her get out of her car seat. 

“Come on sweetie.” said Daddy Ducky, lifting his little girl out of the car and placing her on the ground. He smiled down at her and ruffled her head feathers with his wing gently. The top of her head came up to his chest, and was easy for him to reach. He held her little feathered hand and waddled with her inside the school. Inside, children of all sorts and sizes were walking to their classes. The scent of crayons, pencil lead, school glue, and construction paper filled the air, reminding Daddy Ducky of his school days. He waddled up to Daughter Ducky's teacher, a kindly white rabbit lady who wore thin frame glasses and a pink dress.

“Hello Mr. Ducky!” said the teacher. “I'm Miss Bunny, your daughter's teacher. It's good to have you in today!”

“Hello Miss Bunny!” quacked Daddy Ducky. He smiled and looked to his daughter. “Yes, I'm surprised they want to see an uncool, old ducky like me.”

“Oh, I'm sure they'll love you.” said Miss Bunny. “For now, please feel free to take a seat near your daughter. I have setup a stool for you to use.”

“Okay.” said Daddy Ducky. He waddled with his daughter to her seat, taking notice of how small the desks were. He sat on a wood stool next to his daughter, and towered over everyone.

“Wow, you really brought him!” said the owl friend. She smiled and waved to him.

“Oh, hello there!” said Daddy Ducky. “Nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too!” said the little owl girl, dressed in plaid top and white skirt. The other kiddos greeted Daddy Ducky before class started, and got to know the very nice and properly dressed adult duck.

Daddy Duck sat and watched as class began and the teacher went over some basic information. He was starting to get a bit bored, since it was information he already knew, and nodded off a few times. His occasional snorts caught the attention of the children, making them laugh.

“Well now...” said Miss Bunny. “I guess it's time for our guest showing.”

“Oh yay!” Daughter Ducky cheered. “Come on daddy!” She bolted upright and grabbed her dad by the hand, then led him to the front of the class.

Daddy Ducky quacked and waddled forward with his little girl. “Oh, um, right!” he said. Once they got to the front he turned and faced the room of children. “Um, hello there!”

“Everyone, this is my daddy.” said Daughter Ducky. “He's very soft, a bit pudgy, and very nice.”

Daddy Ducky blushed and looked around at the giggling children. “Not that pudgy.” he quacked.

The teacher just chuckled and watched, but was also grading some papers while this went on. 

“My daddy also has a fluffy bottom and mommy says he has a cute little wee-wee!” said Daughter Ducky.

“W-what?” Daddy Ducky quacked, blushing quite brightly.

“Let's see!” shouted the owl girl.

“Okay!” said Daughter Ducky. With a quick motion of her wings, she grabbed Daddy Ducky's shorts and ripped them and his underwear away, leaving him naked from the waist down.

“Ah!” Daddy Ducky yelled, suddenly feeling the wind on his feathered genitals. He quickly covered them with his hands, but not before the class got a good look.

“It's okay daddy.” said Daughter Ducky. “This is what they want.” She gently moved his hands away and smiled. “You can see his wee-wee here.” She pointed a feathered digit at his small member. It was tiny, barely three-inches-long, and the pink tip rested atop small balls covered by little pubic plumes.

“D-daughter?!” shouted Daddy Ducky. “P-please!”

“Oooh, mine are as big as his!” shouted a little panda boy wearing overalls. 

“Uh huh, they're about as small as my baby brother's wee-wee.” said Daughter Ducky. “Boys have wee-wees like this. They stick out and they have these little round things under them.” Her feathers ran across Daddy Ducky's groin as she pointed things out. “Daddy, turn around please.”

“B-b-but...” Daddy Ducky stammered, looking to the teacher. 

“Um...I uh...” Miss Bunny tried to say. She was too shocked to react adequately. “Is this really what you came here for?”

“I didn't know!” shouted Daddy Ducky.

“Yes it is.” said Daughter Ducky. She grabbed her daddy by the hips and began turning him, showing the class his yellow feathered keaster. “This is his bottom!” The class erupted in laughter upon seeing the wide bottom of the blushing ducky.

“It's a big fanny!” said a little koala boy.

Miss Bunny began to blush, feeling a little hot and bothered by what she was seeing. She tried not to let it get to her, but she couldn't believe this was happening in her classroom.

Daddy Ducky blushed heavily and tried to cover his bottom with his shirt, but it wouldn't stretch long enough. “Ack!” he quacked, feeling so embarrassed. He tried to run somewhere and hide, but he suddenly felt something stuck in his mouth. He gasped, unable to remove it, and realized it was the magic pacifier from before. His muffled quacks from behind it made the others laugh.

Daughter Ducky turned her daddy around to face the class again. “Now he's gonna shrink down to our size!” she said. “He's gonna play with us!”

“He is?!” asked Miss Bunny. “How is this possible?”

“Just watch!” said Daughter Ducky. 

Daddy Ducky blushed brightly as his age ran in reverse. He was soon reduced back into his early twenties, then back to his teens. His pudgy body lost a little weight and he gained a few small pimples on his face and beak. He was frozen in place, unable to move, hands down at his sides, unable to cover his shame as it began to shrink in front of the class.

“His wee-wee is getting smaller!” one little bear pointed out.

“Yeah, it gets a lot smaller when he gets little.” Daughter Ducky giggled. “These round things shrink up into his body too.” She pointed to his testicles just in time to see his pubic plumes fade away, exposing their tiny existence to the world just before they receded into his abdomen.

Daddy Ducky couldn't help but stand there and wait as his body gradually shrank and regressed. All of his pubic plumes left his body, making him look more and more like one of the children in class. His penis became even smaller, now barely sticking out of his body. It was two-inches-long, but only a few centimeters were visible. His adult muscles were reduced to childish chub and his beak shortened. His face took on more round, innocent features.

Daughter Ducky saw that his shirt was drooping down to cover his wee-wee, so she pulled it off him. Then she gently lifted his webbed feet from his socks and shoes, leaving him completely naked in front of the class. “Now you see he looks just like us!” she said happily.

Daddy Ducky looked over at his daughter and saw that he was now around her height. He remembered looking down at her before, but now they were eye to eye. His plump cheeks blushed heavily, and he gulped, sucking involuntarily on the magical pacifier.

“You can come see him closer if you want.” said Daughter Ducky. She smiled, now knowing the trick to the magic pacifier. Her owl friend explained that all she had to do was concentrate on what age she wanted him to be, and it would make him that age for the day. 

Daddy Ducky blushed even more as he was soon surrounded by a bunch of curious little ones, all looking at his front and rear. 

“Wow, he's just like us!” said the panda boy.

“I wanna play with him!” said the owl girl.

“Oh wow, he really is little!” said the little bear. “Look, he's smaller than me!”

Daddy Ducky gulped, being smaller than one of the larger kids in class. He felt so naked and vulnerable. Here he was, an adult, standing eye to eye with eight to nine-year-old kids all of a sudden. Not only that, but he was naked. It was like those awkward dreams of being naked in class, only it was real. His feathers fluffed and he kept trying to move, but couldn't. He was glad to see that at least he wasn't turning into a baby this time. It would be even more embarrassing if the class got to see him be diapered by his own daughter. For some reason, his little member began to poke out.

“Look, his wee-wee is growing!” said a little raccoon girl. The others gathered around to see, giggling and watching.

“That happens to little boys when they get excited.” said Daughter Ducky. She pointed to it with her little feathered hand, causing it to poke out even more.

Daddy Ducky began to peep in frustration, feeling his wee-wee being tickled by little feathers. He gasped, shivered, and bucked his ducky hips, having a dry orgasm right then and there. His little stiffy twitched and spazmed, and he quacked loudly, blushing a deep red at what he had just done.

“Oooh, is he cold?” asked the owl girl. “He's shaking!”

“No, he does that after his wee-wee gets all happy.” Daughter Ducky giggled, not fully understanding why.

“I wanna be naked now!” shouted a little skunk boy. “Mine does that too!”

“I wanna see!” shouted the panda.

“Now now, class!” Miss Bunny spoke up. “I...I think Mister Ducky needs some time to get dressed if he is going to join our class.” She cleared her throat, still finding it hard to believe what she had just witnessed. She fanned herself with some papers. “Please take your seats.”

The little students giggled as they went back to their seats. They kept giggling and murmuring to themselves about the naked kid in class.

Daddy Ducky just wanted to disappear, but was unable to move.

Daughter Ducky finally removed the magic pacifier from her daddy's beak, stowing it in her pocket. “Now you can play with us daddy!” she said.

Daddy Ducky gulped and blushed, covering himself with his feathered hands. “D-daughter!” he shouted in a high pitched voice. “W-why did you do this to me?!”

“I just wanted to show them how cute you are!” said Daughter Ducky. “Mommy said it was okay!” The classroom giggled loudly at the naked little ducky in the room.

Daddy Ducky quickly picked up his clothes and ran out of the room, letting out some tiny peeps as he did. He waddled awkwardly, trying to find the restroom, but everything looked so different and huge to him now. His little heart raced as he heard footsteps behind him. Quickly, he ducked into a small closet where cleaning supplies were. There, he managed to slip on his huge socks and shirt. The socks flopped on his little webbed feet and the shirt went nearly to the floor, but he didn't care. At least he wasn't naked anymore. He blushed heavily, going over everything in his head. He couldn't believe his daughter would do such a thing, but knew she probably just didn't know any better. Now her entire class, including her teacher, had seen him naked both as an adult and a child, and everything in between. He watched through a crack in the door as Miss Bunny hopped by, looking for him. Suddenly, he felt the strong urge to pee, and put his hands on his crotch through his shirt. He winced as he waited for her to go by, then quietly opened the door and began making his way to the boy's restroom. He tiptoed quietly, feeling his huge socks flop around and threaten to fall off his shrunken feet. It was just down the hall, but the trip there was taking his shorter legs longer to reach.

“Excuse me?” came a voice from behind. 

Daddy Ducky stopped and looked up, way up, at the large, brown furred, kangaroo lady wearing a yellow dress. “Eep!” he peeped.

“Are you lost little one?” she asked. “Why are you wearing such large clothes?”

“I um...” Daddy Ducky started. “W-well...I really...”

“Come on, let me take you back to your class room.” said the lady. She reached down to take him by the hand, but the little ducky boy dashed for it.

Daddy Ducky ran as fast as his little webbed feet would take him, leaving a little drippy trail of pee behind him. His huge shirt flapped up around him, showing his little tinkling wee-wee to anyone who happened to pass by. He left his over-sized socks behind as well, trying his best to outrun the kangaroo teacher. Eventually he gave up his shirt as well, since it was slowing him down, and he ran naked and peeing out onto the playground. Some other kids, who were out playing, got a good look and began laughing at the poor little boy ducky who was unable to hold it as he peeped, quacked, and ran off to hide. He would eventually be found, having left a little wet trail, and it would be a day long remembered in the Ducky household.

The End?