*The birthday cake explodes, covering everyone's faces in cake!* "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHARM!"


"Another year of joy and good times, of difficult moments and overcoming them, another year with loved ones, and hopefully many more to come."


"Maybe I won't be there to shake your hand, to give you a hug, to pull down your pants in front of everyone, or to give you a birthday wedgie and spanking. But from here, I wish you a happy birthday." *Pulling out a new cake.* "I wish you all the best on your special day."


...
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*I smash the cake in Charm's face!*


(Note: All characters are adults.)




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"Let me see if I understand this correctly..." Della Duck was talking to her brother, Donald. “The boys used to argue every year about what theme they each wanted for their birthday, to the point that the solution was… to take turns choosing the party theme?”


Donald nodded with a smile as he continued making preparations for a birthday cake. Although the oven would probably explode in his face… again.


“I guess I should get rid of this stuff." Della said, holding a cart full of things with a theme MLP, Care Bear, Paw Patrol, and an inflatable Dora the Explorer doll. Huey, Dewey, and Louie had tons of briefs about this stuff, so it seemed like a good idea in hindsight.


Donald opened a cupboard to look for some flour, but instead, Webby unexpectedly appeared. “Yay! Birthday! It’s the first time I’m going to celebrate a friend’s birthday! And it’s even better because it’s three of them at once!”


The package of flour fell on Donald, exploding and leaving the white duck looking like a ghost.


Webby leaps up with an acrobatic leap and sits on the edge of the table, her feet tapping excitedly. “So what’s this year’s theme?! Whose turn is it this year?!”


Donald grabs a dish towel from the kitchen to wipe his face. “It’s Dewey.”


“Yay!! I’ll go ask him then!” Webby exclaims excitedly and runs off.


“I really like that girl." Della says as she tastes some of the cake batter Donald was making. “…needs more sugar.” Without anyone noticing, she added A LOT of sugar to the cake batter.


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Webby appeared in the boys’ room, entering through a hidden passage in the ceiling. “PARTY!!” she yells.


“GAAHHH!” Huey nearly falls off his bed, where he was reading his Scout guide.


“GYAHH!” Louie almost drops his phone, bouncing it several times in his hands before finally catching it. “Webby! We already told you not to come in like that!”


Huey tucks his book under his hat. “Yeah, what if we were naked or something?”


“Oh! Mr. Donald already showed me the photo album of you guys as babies.” Webby flops down, bounces off the bed, and lands in the middle of the room with a grin. “There’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”


(Reminder: throw the photo album in the fireplace.) Louie thinks, his face red.


“But more importantly! Where’s Dewey?!” Webby was bouncing with excitement. “I want to know what the birthday party theme is!”


Huey and Louie exchange glances, then point to the closet.


As if that were a signal, Dewey kicks open the closet from the inside, wearing a costume. “This is going to be a wrestling party!” Dewey exclaims, popping out of the closet in his Champ Popular outfit and flexing his imaginary muscles. “I hope you’re all ready for some fun, excitement, and to see the Ragnarok Champion retain his title!”


“Oh! So this is the party theme?” Webby said excitedly. “I’m ready to throw some punches!” She bumped her fists together. “As long as there isn’t another cute little doggy.”


Huey rolled his eyes. “No dogs, but probably a few broken noses from this ridiculous birthday party idea.”


Dewey started ruffling the feathers on his head. “You’re just jealous because I came up with the great idea. That, and because it’s not some boring nerdy Boy Scout theme.”


Huey crossed his arms and looked away. He loved Boy Scouts; what was wrong with celebrating his birthday with educational and practical activities?


Dewey then glanced at his other brother. “And it’s not going to be a rigged casino selling chips at ridiculous prices that can only be exchanged for cheap prizes.”


Louie shrugged. “People had fun with the games.”


Dewey puts on some sunglasses. “Tomorrow we’ll have a ring where guests can fight this great champion. Of course, I’m going to win every match, but the important thing is to have fun and keep enough teeth to eat cake.”


“Yeah, yeah…” Louie takes out his phone again, checking the RSVPs. “Maybe someone will get you a new suit and you can finally stop wearing that old thing.”


Dewey's sunglasses shattered, revealing a look of dismay on the duck's face. "What?! What's wrong with my outfit?!" The blue duck darted to the mirror, surveying his wrestling attire: blue shorts, blue polo shirt, white and blue blazer, cool haircut, and sunglasses (now shattered).


"You were already wearing that during Ragnarok, you haven't even added the belt you won." Louie pointed out. "A real wrestler knows when to update their wardrobe."


"Though I don't entirely agree with Louie's assessment..." Huey chimed in. "Your outfit isn't very practical for wrestling." The duck pulled out his book and started flipping through the pages. "If you want to wrestle seriously, I recommend switching to a more functional outfit."


"Oh! A makeover?! That's something friends do together!" Webby seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "I could help you with a makeover and get you ready for battle!"


Dewey looks at himself in the mirror and then at the others, wondering what to do.


After a few moments, Dewey turns and heads toward Huey. “I guess I could see some more practical options. Not that I’m worried about wrestling better! It’s just, you know, professional.” The blue duck tosses the broken sunglasses aside. “Anyway, I’m awesome enough to look great in any wrestling outfit.”


Huey grins, happy that his little brother is actually listening for once. “Don’t worry, when we’re done with your new wrestling gear, the results will shine brighter than any glitter jacket and lipstick.”


“And what about eyeshadow?” Webby suggests. It seems she’d had those ideas. Dewey just escaped a makeup session.


“Whatever you want." Louie says with a slight grimace. He’d have to change the merchandise he was planning to sell during the boys’ match.


Huey took Dewey to another room, wanting to start upgrading his brother's gear. The red duck, as usual, had been preparing beforehand and already had the outfit ready, revealing some…


“Wrestling suits?” Dewey looked a little disappointed when he saw the wrestling suit, which was basically a thigh-high bodysuit that left his chest quite exposed. “It’s… blue.” The duck tried to find some comfort, but he wasn’t very convinced.


“This is a real wrestling uniform. These allow for good mobility, the body breathes, they fit well, and they’re easy to wash!” Huey stretched out the suit, demonstrating its durability. “With this, you’ll be able to wrestle as well as if you were naked.”


Dewey blushed and placed his hands on his crotch despite being fully clothed. “Wrestling naked isn’t exactly what I’m looking for.”


Huey rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t mean that literally.”


Huey quickly convinced his younger brother to give the leotards a try. Although this meant Dewey had to strip down to his Rainbow Dash briefs in front of his brother, he dressed quickly.


Dewey started looking at himself, moving around and even throwing a few kicks, feeling the suit fit snugly but not too tightly, like a second skin. “I’ve got a little wedgie up my butt… but I certainly feel pretty cool.” Dewey even turned around and started shaking his butt. “How does it look? I’m sure my fans want to see a lot of their favorite wrestler.”


Huey looked away, not wanting to see his brother’s butt. Especially since it was the closest thing to seeing his own. “Dewey, remember, the idea is for you to move well. And I don’t mean those kinds of moves!”


The blue duck didn’t hear his brother, as he was busy watching himself in a mirror. “Hmph… Do you think this could at least have my wrestler name embroidered on it? Champ Popular’s ​​name has to be there so the crowd knows who to cheer for!” he said with a confident smile.


Huey sighed slightly, though it was a pretty reasonable request. “I guess if I start working on that, I’d be ready for the party.”


“Aww~! Aren’t you the best brother?” Dewey said and hugged his older brother. Huey returned the hug.


What was supposed to be a sweet brotherly moment was ruined when Dewey, with a mischievous grin, turned Huey around so he could put him in a neck lock!


“Glubh!” Huey’s eyes widened as his brother suddenly had a firm grip on him. “Dewey! What do you think you’re doing!?” The red duck tried to break free from his younger brother’s hold, but nerds aren’t exactly known for their strength.


“I was thinking of practicing a little!” Dewey said, clearly amused.


The blue duck maintained a firm grip as he knocked the red duck to the ground, his fall only cushioned by the carpet. They struggled briefly, but the lack of air caused Huey to lose strength and his mind to cloud over. Dewey certainly felt powerful, having reduced his older brother to a drooling, wriggling mess.


“1! 2! 3!” Champ Popular counted with a wide grin before standing with his arms raised. “The winner and forever champion! Champ Popular!” After announcing his victory, he began to exclaim as if there were an audience. “Ahh! Ahh! We love you! You’re the best! You should definitely be the big brother!”


Meanwhile, Huey lay limp on the floor, drooling with his tongue hanging out, his pupils spinning like marbles, listening to the birdsong, and noticing a wet stain on his pants. “Cham… popu… hehe… popu…” he mumbled.


Dewey helped his brother to his feet again, dusting him off, adjusting his cap, and chuckling at the damp stain. It wasn't like Huey could protest; he was shaking like a leaf and staring blankly ahead.


"Alright, little assistant. *Yawn~*" The blue duck yawned and stretched; being so cool and dominant took a lot of energy. "I'm going to sleep. I'll leave you to do your sewing work." With that, Dewey took off his leotard and placed it in Huey's hands.


Dewey then gave Huey a playful slap on the bottom to get him working on the alterations to his costume. The red duck wobbled over to the table and grabbed some ice for the embroidery.


Dewey stood proudly with his fists on his hips; he didn't even care about being in his Rainbow Dash briefs at that moment. Dewey felt so powerful, as if the birthday boy's energy was empowering him!


All this winning energy had Dewey excited… in more ways than one. The young duck pulled on his pants and left his derpy brother to go back to his room.


Upon entering the room, Dewey made sure he was alone. He checked the beds, under the beds, the closet, and even outside the window. With no sign of Louie anywhere, Dewey made sure to close the curtains and lock the door, creating a sealed and impregnable space! He didn't know what that meant, but it sounded cool enough.


Dewey wasted no time in taking off his pants and tossing them in a corner before collapsing onto his bed. “Just you and me, handsome~” The young duck grabbed his pillow and pulled out a cut-out picture of a chipmunk boy from a band, a tall boy named Simon who was really hot to Dewey. The mere sight of Simon and his smile makes Dewey blush, drool, and get hard.


Dewey sticks the photo on the pillow. “Give your baby some sugar~!” The horny duck pounces on his pillow, kissing the photo repeatedly while rubbing the pillow against his body, especially between his legs to stimulate the small bulge in his briefs, his little penis threatening to pop out of the fly. “You’re such a good kisser~” Dewey continues kissing the photo, feeling the precum build up in his briefs. “Come on~ Simon~ Let’s play for real~”


Dewey gets up on his knees, grabs the pillow, and bends over to shake his butt in the air. “I’ve been such a naughty boy~! I need a good spanking~” Then the horny duck slaps the pillow against his butt, imagining it’s the chipmunk spanking him. “Ow~! Gyah~! More~! Ahh~! Punish me hard~! Nyah~!” Dewey said as he repeatedly slapped the pillow against his butt, pausing only to rub it back there and imagine Simon caressing his buttocks.


“You can’t stop touching this juicy ass~! Come on~ You can touch it directly~” Dewey pulled down his cum-soaked briefs, and a single rubbing of the pillow against his bare buttocks sent the horny duck to climax. “GYAHHHH~ BLUUURRRRGHHHH!!” Dewey writhed in his bed as his little wee wee shot jets of cum all over the bed.


Once the torrent of duck milk stopped, Dewey collapsed onto the cum-covered blankets, panting and his vision blurred with pleasure. Dewey used his last bit of strength to blow a goodnight kiss to Simon’s photograph and then fell asleep.


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It was his birthday! The excitement in the mansion was palpable!


At least for everyone who was awake, since Dewey was still asleep, snoring softly, a trail of drool in his mouth, and hugging his pillow with Simon's picture on it.


There were gentle knocks on the bedroom door, but Dewey kept snoring. More knocks, still no response. The knocking grew louder, Dewey turned over in his bed and huddled closer to his pillow. The knocking was now furious and continued for longer, this time Dewey raised an arm and scratched his bottom.


“Duckworth! Come in and unlock the door already!” Della said, losing patience.


The ghost butler reached through the door and unlocked it. “Done.”


“Thank you so much." Della said, relieved. Then she kicked the door open. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, bursting in with small sparklers.


“GWAAHHHHH!!” Dewey woke up in a panic. He tried to get out of bed but ended up getting tangled in the covers and falling to the floor, clutching his pillow.


“Awww~ My little Turbo is a year older~” Mommy duck said with a smile, her big eyes filled with emotion and tears welling up. But after wiping away her tears, she took in Dewey’s condition.


The boy was lying face down on the floor, hugging a pillow with another boy’s picture on it, and his underwear around his ankles was damp and stained.


“Oh… honey, did you have another accident?” Della asked her son.


“Nooo…” Dewey said, struggling to his feet.


Webby suddenly popped out of the ceiling, hanging upside down. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” she yelled and snapped a picture with her camera.


The flash blinded Dewey for a few seconds. He rubbed his eyes and could see again. “Huh… thanks a lot, both of you, but…” The duck stopped when he felt too much air in his lower body. He looked down and realized he was half-naked. “GWAAHHHHH!!” Dewey screamed, covered his nether regions with both hands, and started running around in circles. “I’M NAKED! DON’T LOOK! GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF!!”


Both women couldn’t help but laugh at the boy and quietly left the room. “When you’re ready, come downstairs. You don’t want to miss your birthday breakfast." Della told her son. “Your brothers are already downstairs.”


Dewey didn’t really hear; he was busy rummaging through his clothes to get dressed.


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Dewey, now fully dressed, hurried downstairs to the dining room where his brothers were finishing their breakfast—or rather, Louie was finishing his breakfast while Huey was trying not to fall asleep over his waffles.


“Good morning, brothers!” Dewey jumped onto a chair next to his older brother.


Mrs. Beakley placed a stack of waffles, drizzled a generous amount of honey over it, then topped it with plenty of whipped cream, followed by a sprinkle of chocolate sprinkles, and finally a strawberry. “Happy birthday, Dewford.” She set off a mini confetti cannon.


“Thank you so much!” Dewey picked up his silverware, but before devouring his breakfast, he glanced at Huey, who looked like he was about to fall asleep. “Didn’t you sleep much last night?”


Huey looked at his brother and narrowed his eyes. “No.”


“How do you do that when A CERTAIN PERSON locked themselves in OUR room and left us out?” Louie chimed in after having slept on the couch in the game room.


Huey rubbed the side of his head. “I didn’t even think to go to the room; my brain was all scrambled for a while thanks to Dewey’s wrestling practice.”


Dewey looked up, his face covered in lotion and sprinkles. “Oh! Sorry, I think I’m too good a wrestler.” Dewey licked his lips, enjoying all the sweetness. “But you were able to do the Maillots embroidery after that?”


“I did it while I was out of it…” Huey held up his hand covered in several Band-Aids. “I could lose my Advanced Sewing badge from all the pokes.”


“Oh, don’t worry, Huey, we’ll keep your dirty little secret about sewing from all those nerds who do evil embroidery on their bandanas.” Louie said, mocking his older brother's ridiculous worries, "Anything to save you from another meltdown."


"That wasn't funny! I got my underwear wet and had to work to get the yellow stain out!" the red duck said, annoyed. "Maybe you guys could try doing the same."


Both Dewey and Louie looked away, their faces red, not wanting to talk about underwear stains, no matter what they were.


"Let's just drop it!" Dewey grabbed his plate, slammed it to his face, and started devouring what was left of his breakfast. "Let's check the preparations!" Dewey said, then ran off with his face covered in cream.


Huey grabbed some napkins and hurried after his brother, while Louie continued looking at his phone and headed for the exit.


The birthday party was surprisingly big, considering Scrooge is stingy and Donald and Della are unemployed. Perhaps it was thanks to Donald's girlfriend, Daisy, helping with the party planning. (Despite Huey's insistence on doing it himself.)


There were tables laden with a variety of snacks to satisfy every dietary need or craving, a clearly marked gift table, plenty of seating, open spaces, a wrestling ring, and a small dressing room. As unusual as these last few things were, Daisy managed to get them all in record time! There was even a camera system to broadcast the wrestling match!


Although there was something that wasn't in the plans: a stage. Weird.


When Dewey arrived in the yard and saw everything, his eyes lit up with excitement. “I love it! It's just like I dreamed! Have you ever seen a birthday party this cool?”


Huey caught up with his brother, wiping his face with napkins, eyeing the preparations with a bit of suspicion. “Well… I guess she did a good job.” After finishing wiping Dewey's face, he narrowed his eyes and looked closely. “Wait, nobody asked for a stage, why is there a stage here! I wouldn't build unnecessary things if I were organizing the party!”


“It's cute how your butt feathers twitch when you're grumpy.” Dewey said, then pinched his older brother's cheeks. “It's our birthday, so lift your cute cheeks. Oh, and I mean the ones on your face.” Dewey stretched his brother's cheeks to make Huey grin goofily.


“I’m never organizing any of your dance showcases again." Huey muttered.


Louie had just arrived, glancing vaguely around. “Sweetie, I’m sure everyone will love the party.”


Dewey stopped playing with Huey’s cheeks and turned to Louie. “Of course they’ll love it! Because Champ Popular will be there to shine in the ring!”


Della peeked out of one of the mansion windows. “Kids! Bath time! Nobody wants to be dirty when we have guests over! Do you want to add bubbles and have me bring my toys in the tub?”


“MOM!!!” The three ducks squealed in embarrassment. No matter how old they were, their mother would always treat them like babies.


Of course, the boys took turns using the bathroom. Even though they were brothers, they were embarrassed to be naked in front of each other. Huey was the first to bathe, carefully scrubbing every inch. Then there was Louie, nothing special, he just didn't want to wait for Dewey to finish his magazine-worthy treatments. Dewey didn't care much; beauty was something that deserved to be nurtured and worked on. Besides, if he arrived a little late to his own party, he'd attract the attention of the guests!


After a nice bubble bath, Dewey dried off and fixed his hair while dancing with a towel tied around his waist. He couldn't help it! His blood was pumping with excitement! Dewey was so excited that he… forgot to bring his clothes.


"Damn! And everyone must already be outside with the guests… wait, I'm alone in the mansion." A mischievous grin spread across the boy's face. "And there's one thing everyone should do when they're home alone~" Dewey then dropped his towel! "Walking around the house naked is the best!" he said, then ran out of the bathroom.


Since they moved into the mansion, Dewey hadn't been able to do this—feel the freedom and the breeze caressing his most intimate parts, safe from being caught. This brought back memories for Dewey of the times he was alone on Uncle Donald's boat, wandering the deck and feeling the sea breeze. Then a tour boat full of people with cameras sailed past him, ruining that freedom.


"Nothing can ruin it this time!" Dewey exclaimed before slamming open the next door.


He found several people there: Webby, Violet, Lena, and Gosalyn! Four girls with decorations in their hands, their eyes fixed on the naked duck who had just walked in. "...HAHAHAHAHAHA!!" They burst into laughter, pointing at the boy's "wee wee."


Dewey's body turned completely red before he could react, covering himself with both hands. "DAHHHHHHH!!!" Dewey almost peed himself. “What are you doing here?! Why aren’t you outside enjoying the party?! What did you see?!”


“We didn’t see much, there was hardly anything to see." Gosalyn said with a big grin. Lena and Gosalyn high-fived.


“Have you considered getting checked out down there?” Violet asked. “Being undersized at your age might require a professional examination and diagnosis.” Dewey was practically foaming at the mouth with embarrassment.


“We came to pick up some decorations we used for my birthday." Webby said with a grin. “The girls and I are… looking at decorations, for no particular reason.”


“Girl stuff, you wouldn’t understand." Lena chimed in before Webby could say too much. “You have other things to worry about, you perverted little exhibitionist." Lena said, twirling a finger in the air with a magical glint.


The magic swirled in the air, reaching Dewey and seeping through his hands. “EEEEK!” With a flash of light, the duck was no longer naked. Now Dewey wore cyan briefs, with a pacifier drawn across the crotch and stuffed animals wearing birthday hats covering the rest of the fabric. The waistband was yellow with the words “BIRTHDAY BOY” emblazoned in large letters, as if it needed to be announced. “T-Thanks…” Dewey stammered, unable to think clearly because of the embarrassment. But at least his wee wee was covered.


“Nice." Gosalyn said, appreciating Lena’s work. “Although perhaps a diaper would be more appropriate, given the size of his penis." she added, teasing Dewey.


“I would recommend getting some other items for a proper diaper change first to avoid chafing or irritation." Violet said as she gathered the colorful pennants.


“Maybe later." Webby said with a grin. “We’ll leave you so you can get dressed or something. Try not to take too long; there are people outside asking for you.”


The four girls walked past the boy in his underwear, starting to talk and laugh soon after. They were either discussing what they saw or had bigger plans than that.


“….dahhh.” Dewey sighed, his soul practically leaving his body. “…They didn’t see anything…yeah, I did put my hands out…” He tried to fool himself.


After a few moments to recover from the humiliation, Dewey looked for his wrestling gear. Huey said he’d finished the arrangements and everything should be there. And just as one might expect, the clothes were folded on the table, along with Huey’s sewing kit.


“Alright, time to make a grand entrance. Everyone will see the coolest guy arrive and they’ll all be screaming for…” Dewey picked up the leotard, eyeing the gold embroidery his brother had done the night before. “…EEEHHHHHHHH!?!?!?” The boy’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “No! What on earth does this mean!? Is this some kind of prank in revenge for me planting a pack of diapers every time he goes camping with the Boy Scouts!?” Dewey started pacing back and forth in a panic. “I can’t let anyone see me in this, but I don’t have any pants to wear…”


The duck would normally run to his room to find some clothes, but with people milling around the mansion, he was bound to be spotted, and Dewey had already had enough embarrassment for one day.


Dewey wrestled with the idea for a few moments as he looked at the leotards. “…Okay, I can button up the jacket so no one sees the embroidery, then I can go to Huey and give him the biggest wedgie ever!” The duck said, gathering his resolve to finally get dressed.


---


Outside the mansion, there was quite a bit of activity. The younger guests ran around, enjoying the games that had been set up or eating the delicious snacks. Smaller, quieter groups exchanged stories about how they had met the Ducks, usually on adventures. Some eyed the ring with interest, but it wasn't time to use it yet.


"A chocolate fountain." Doofus Drake said, observing the cascade of liquid chocolate. "It's small, but it'll do." The rich kid then dipped his hand in, covering it completely in chocolate. Some guests moved away from the odd kid. Doofus pulled his hand out and began licking his fingers, completely oblivious to the discomfort of those around him.


That included Louie, who was keeping the kid company. The green duck turned to look at the gift table, where a rather large gift wrapped in gold foil and encrusted with emeralds stood out. "...Wouldn't you prefer some strawberries to dip in the chocolate?"


"Chocolate-covered fruit? That seems like a waste of something so good." Doofus said, licking his chocolate-covered hand, “Ever thought about what it would be like to have your clothes covered in chocolate?”


Louie started sweating. “I doubt we have enough chocolate for any piece of clothing. Thankfully.” He mumbled the last part, trying not to run away.


“Not all riches are worth the work, little one.” Goldie said with a smile as she watched Louie. “Or rather, the suffering.” The duck woman said this as she started walking, picking pockets and purses. She also left a card on the gift table.


Meanwhile, Huey was excited to introduce two of his friends to each other, as they were opposites in practically every way. “Boyd, this is Storkules. He’s a god who lives on an island full of history and living legends! Storkules, this is Boyd, a robot boy with super-advanced technology and a great scout partner!”


“I didn’t understand half of what you said, but it’s always a pleasure to meet the family friends of my great friend Donald!” Storkules said unnecessarily loudly and with a smile.


“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Storkules. It’s an honor to meet a living legend from ancient times." Boyd said politely. “I’d love to hear some of your stories.”


“That’s the spirit, little buddy! Let’s bond with a firm handshake!” Storkules said, crouching down and extending a hand toward the little parrot.


Boyd shook Storkules’s hand, squeezing firmly as he requested. The robot boy’s surprising strength was dwarfed by the god’s massive power.


“Oh, I didn’t think you two would get along so quickly." Huey said in amazement.


“Come on, little buddy! Let’s conquer the challenges of the celebration for Donald’s nephews’ birth!” Storkules said, picking Boyd up, placing him over one shoulder, and running off to have some fun.


“Ah! Storkules! Not so fast!” Huey, his cheeks flushed, ran after the robed man, whose robe lifted high enough to reveal he wasn't wearing underwear. "You should get some pants! Or at least underwear!"


Della and Selene watched this with smiles and clinked drinks.


The mansion's front door burst open, causing several people to turn and see what was happening. Dewey emerged from the mansion in his buttoned jacket, sunglasses, and a lollipop in his mouth. The duck walked over with a smile, casually greeting the guests. Then Dewey spotted Huey bent over a tub of floating apples and ran to his brother.


"The trick is to open your mouth really wide and use your jaw strength. Ahh-EEEEK!" Huey squealed, his eyes crossing as his Paw Patrol briefs suddenly and forcefully sat between his buttocks. "WEDGIEEEEE!!"


Dewey pulled his brother's underwear higher. “Enjoying the taste of your briefs? Funny kid!” Dewey gave Huey an atomic wedgie.


“My butt!” The red duck squeaked, seeing only adorable puppies. The blue duck then pulled down his pants and pushed him into the tub of water. *Splash* Huey’s upper half was in the water while his lower half, especially his wedge-shaped butt, poked out, pointing upwards.


“Is this part of the game?” Storkules asked, confused.


“No, Huey was just asking for it." Dewey said, slinging Huey’s pants over his shoulder. “Actually, these might come in handy.”


“There’s the little wrestler!” Panchito suddenly appeared, lifting the duck into the air and spinning him around a couple of times before giving him a tight hug. “How’s the little wrestling star been?!” the Mexican rooster asked, then set the duck down.


“H-Hello, Uncle Panchito." Dewey said, feeling a little dizzy. “It’s great that you could come.”


“Of course! We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” José Carioca said, approaching with Donald. “The Three Caballeros never turn down an invitation.”


Dewey glances at the Three Caballeros, then at the stage, and then at his Uncle Donald specifically. “D’oh…” The one musical performance he doesn’t want to hear.


“I have your birthday present right here!” Panchito reaches into his jacket and pulls out a blue and white lucha libre mask. “An authentic wrestling mask, straight from Mexico!” The rooster hands the mask to the duck. “Courtesy of Panchito Romero Miguel Francisco Quintero González III”


Dewey’s eyes widened with excitement. “Thank you so much!” The duck took off his sunglasses and put on the luchador mask. “I’ll take care of it and I won’t let anyone take it from me! Ever!” Dewey felt incredibly powerful now. “I could fight the world now!”


“That’s the spirit!” Panchito exclaimed enthusiastically. “Let’s show off in the ring!” Panchito grabbed Dewey’s hand and led him running toward the wrestling ring.


McQuack, who had been raiding the snack table, noticed this, so he finished eating and ripped off his aviator outfit, revealing a commentator’s uniform.


McQuack took his place with his microphone, tapping it a couple of times to get the guests’ attention. “Ladies and gentlemen! Please make your way to the ring! The main show is about to begin!” The guests started taking their seats around the ring.


“What? Wait! The royalty booth isn’t finished yet!” Louie exclaimed and ran over.


“In the blue corner! The birthday wrestler! The duck who has fought gods! Loved by many and feared by others! Representing the Duck family! Champ Popular!” McQuack introduced the duck, prompting a round of applause for him.


Dewey smiles nervously at the crowd. He usually loves the attention, but his little wardrobe malfunction hidden under his jacket makes him nervous. "Here's Champ Popular for everyone!"


"In the red corner! Straight from Mexico! Famous fighter and representative of Mexican wrestling! And connoisseur of tacos and the best spicy food! Pan-chi-to!" McQuack announced, and the crowd erupted in excitement, recognizing the rooster.


Panchito takes off his jacket and out of nowhere puts on a black cape with green sequins and a yellow lining, along with a matching mask. “Orale! Mi cuate! Show your Uncle Panchito what you’ve learned since last time!”


Dewey smiles, caught up in the rooster’s energy. Why is he worried? Panchito is a family friend of many years and a really cool guy, just like him! So clearly they respect each other, and the rooster would help him put on a good show for his birthday. “Gahhhhh!!” Dewey lets out a war cry and runs toward the rooster.


Dewey just forgot one small detail. Panchito doesn’t know the meaning of mercy in the ring.


“Gyahhh!!” Dewey is trapped in a horse hold, with Panchito on his back, an arm around his neck, pulling him back. Dewey flails his arms, trying to find a way out. “It’s my birthday! Remember it’s my birthday!”


“Come on, you should have learned how to get rid of this by now." Panchito said.


The struggle between them was causing Dewey’s jacket to start unbuttoning. The duck noticed this and quickly covered it with his hands. “Wait! My jacket! My jacket!” He was sweating profusely.


“You’re right! This thing is really getting in the way!” The fighting rooster grabbed the collar of the jacket and yanked it hard off the duck, throwing it behind him. “Let’s try again!” The rooster got up and returned to his corner.


Dewey trembled as he stood up, rubbing his neck. Slowly, the duck became aware of the audience’s stares. He tensed up and lowered his gaze, confirming his fears. Dewey stood before everyone wearing baby blue leotards with large gold embroidered letters that spelled out: “Champ PP.”


Many looked confused, while others laughed at the “Champion Pee-pee” before them.


“Good name! Baby wee-wee!” Lena exclaimed from her seat in the stands.


Violet raised an eyebrow. “What inspired Dewey to change his stage name?”


Huey managed to tear the atomic wedgie from his eyes, noticing the embroidery he'd done in his confusion. “Oh, no…” Huey preferred to pull his briefs up over his face rather than look at the terrible stitching job he'd done.


Louie turned to look at all the Champ Popular merchandise he could no longer sell. “NOOOOOOOO!!” The duck screamed dramatically, falling to his knees and wetting his pants a little in frustration. Louie could see his entire investment going up in smoke.


“Aww~! My little Turbo looks so adorable!” Della exclaimed excitedly, gazing at her son, while Donald shrugged with a grin and snapped a picture.


Dewey’s cheeks were flushed red. This wasn’t exactly what he envisioned for his potential wrestling career. But this was Dewey Duck! He wouldn’t let something like this stop him from doing what he did best: showing off and putting on a show!


The duck placed both fists on his hips and puffed out his chest to the crowd. “Ha-Hahaha! This is all part of the show! A way to show how… how someone can become a great wrestler from a young age! Winning fights and showing how a promising young talent rises to become Champ Popular!”


It was a ridiculous idea, quite absurd and counterproductive. But Dewey spoke with such confidence that some people actually believed him! These people started cheering for Champ Pipi in a completely non-ironic way!


“After that speech from the birthday boy, let’s go to round two!” McQuack said and rang the bell.


“What? Wait! That n-!” Dewey was taken down by Panchito before he could finish.


The rooster showed no mercy! Dewey looked like a training dummy in his hands! A leg lock to the neck that almost made Dewey pass out! A throw to the ropes for a lariat that sent the duck spinning in the air before he crashed to the ground like a wet rag! The rooster took advantage of this for a Giant Swing! Grabbing Dewey’s legs and spinning him around with force! Dewey saw the faces of the crowd again and again as he became dizzy, his eyes swirling like anime spirals.


“I’m out!” Panchito announced, releasing Dewey’s legs.


“WAAAHH-*POW!!*” Dewey flew briefly before crashing into one of the ring posts! The crowd gasped at the sight!


A slow-motion replay shows Dewey with a goofy expression, dizzy just before the launch. In the next frame, the duck's face shifts to fear as he doesn't understand what's happening. The following shot shows Dewey's face frozen in fear as he realizes he's about to crash, and… a wet spot on his wrestling gear. Finally, the frame of Dewey's face hitting the ring post!


The impact was powerful! Almost like a bell! The duck's body shuddered in the air from the force of the impact, to the point that the leotards exploded in a shower of blue confetti and gold threads! The duck collapsed in the ring wearing the birthday briefs Lena had made for him earlier, though now they were soaked.


A wrestler who only wears his mask and briefs with stuffed animals on them, and who also peed himself. The audience watched this for a few moments before bursting into laughter! Even if it was the duck's birthday, this was too funny not to laugh!


"Are mortals' birthdays always like this?" Selene asked.


Della gripped the glass tightly in her hand, crushing it. "Not exactly..." she said, suppressing a mother's anger. "Give me a minute..." She stepped away from her friend. "Daisy! We need to talk about a no-party list!"


“Champ PP is drooling on the floor! A puddle of drool formed very quickly beneath him!” McQuack announced into the microphone. “Oh, wait, it’s not drool, he peed himself." the big man commented. “Get a doctor!”


McQuack stood up and ripped off his commentator’s uniform, revealing a nurse’s coat with a stethoscope. No one questioned whether he had some kind of royal license. McQuack leaped into the ring, approached Dewey, and placed the stethoscope on the duck’s head. Then he flipped the duck onto its back. The audience could see a small, quivering bulge in the colorful, soggy briefs, about the size of a bean.


Dewey’s vision was blurry; he could only see a large white patch with a bit of yellow waddling in front of his eyes. McQuack was talking to Dewey, but for the duck, it was like being underwater.


Then a new shape approached, blue and brown. A warm sensation gently covered the duck's forehead, and there were light touches all over its body. Dewey's vision began to clear, and the shape in front of him started to take shape. The voice became clear enough for Dewey to understand.


It seemed to be a chipmunk. "Do you feel your head throbbing?" it said in a gentle voice. "How many fingers do you see?" The chipmunk held up its fingers in front of the stunned duck.


"I... blue..." Dewey stammered as his vision finally cleared, and he saw... a dream.


Yes, a dream. That was the only explanation for this. How else would Dewey have his crush, Simon Seville, in front of him?


The dream Simon removed his mask to gently touch Dewey's head and then his cheeks. "You have such soft hands~" The duck said, a smile spreading across its face.


"Well, he doesn't seem to have a bruise or anything serious." Simon said, his eyes glancing down at the duck's underside and his adorable, soaked briefs. "Someone should really help him with that, though."


Lena snapped her fingers, conjuring up a blue mat, a pack of diapers, wipes, and other essentials for a proper diaper change.


"Where did you get this…?" Simon adjusted his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put them back on. "Well, I guess I'll leave this to—"


"Don't worry! I'll take care of this! You can help Dewey!" McQuack said. He ripped off his nurse's uniform… only he didn't have any more uniforms left. So the big, muscular duck started cleaning the ring in his Darkwing Duck boxers.


"Hmph!" Fenton got jealous while Drake chuckled awkwardly.


“I didn’t mean to, I shouldn’t…” Simon tried to say, finding himself in this strange situation.


Dewey sat down with a grin and his tongue lolling out. “It’s not necessary! You don’t need clothes when you’re dreaming!” Dewey then stood up, grabbed his briefs, and let them fall to the floor with a wet swish, revealing his naked body to everyone! “Come on, handsome! Let’s have the dance of my dreams!” Dewey said to Simon and started dancing in the middle of the ring.


“Bwahahahahahaha!! What the heck is wrong with that guy!?” Alvin laughed from ringside. “Does he think he’s dreaming!? Does he have these kinds of dreams!?”


Theodore covered his eyes. “You shouldn’t see. It’s not right to see other people’s little wee wee. That’s why Alvin always insists on bathing alone.” Alvin stopped laughing and his face turned red.


“Um… Dewey, right?” Simon smiled awkwardly, but he couldn’t stop watching the cute naked duck dancing. “You… you’re not dreaming.”


Dewey had already started breakdancing. “Of course this is a dream! That’s why you’re here! The hottest guy and member of the coolest band ever!” Dewey stopped spinning and looked at the chipmunk with a flirty grin. “I have to say, you look better in this dream than in all the previous ones, which is saying something.” Dewey jumped up on his feet, shaking his fists and his butt to the beat of the music in his head.


Simon blushed. “D-Do you really dream about me… often?” Simon shook his head to refocus. “I mean, we’re here because we were hired to play live… as a surprise for the birthday boys.”


In the background stood Daisy, with an awkward smile and a guilty look. “Surprise.” She hid half her face behind her clipboard. “Donald told me you guys were big fans of the Chipmunks band, so… I had you guys come.”


Dewey’s pupils shrank almost to nothing. Slowly, he turned, focusing his attention on Simon, who was staring uncomfortably at him. Then the duck’s entire body began to turn red to the point where steam billowed from his head and his eyes rolled back before he collapsed, conveniently onto the changing mat.


Simon looked away, his face flushed. “This was certainly a surprise for him…” He glances back at Dewey’s naked body, which appears to have… an erection. It seems that despite the embarrassment, part of him has enjoyed this. “He’s like this… because of me?” That was… strangely flattering to the nerdy kid.


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Dewey starts to wake up, groaning with some drool on his chin. He wanted to rub his eyes, but his arms were being held back. The loud music helped the duck fully awaken.


Before Dewey was the once empty and purposeless stage, now filled with Alvin, Simon, and Theodore playing their instruments and singing. Dewey sat up straight in his seat, absorbed in the musical performance unfolding before him.


“They’re… they’re here… HE’S here!” Dewey exclaims as he takes in Simon.


“Wow, look who finally woke up.” Huey said, leaning forward to be in his brother's line of sight, "How was your nap? I hope you were comfortable."


"Nap?" Dewey asked, confused.


Louie was on the other side, filming the concert with his phone. "Yeah, it was crazy. Uncle Panchito hit you so hard you made a fool of yourself in front of your crush."


"DWAHHH!?" Dewey gasped! The memories came flooding back, hitting him like a truck at full speed. "No way! It can't be true!" Dewey started squirming in a fit of rage, trying to deny what had happened. Thanks to his thrashing, the duck realized something thick was keeping his legs open.


It was then that Dewey looked down and realized his current state. Dewey was dressed in a white diaper with Cookie Monster wearing a birthday hat and holding presents, light blue booties, a little blue Alvin and the Chipmunks t-shirt, an Elmo bib, and another birthday hat. He was sitting in a high chair, the plastic tray holding his arms in place.


“HOW DID I END UP HERE?!” Dewey squirmed so hard the high chair bounced slightly.


“Well…” Huey scratched the back of his neck. “After you had your accident…”


“Simon put you in diapers in front of everyone.” Louis said with a grin and held up his phone to his brother to show him some pictures.


In the first picture, Dewey was completely naked and passed out on the mat with Simon beside him. In the next picture, Simon started cleaning up Dewey’s mess with baby wipes. Then came a series of images of Dewey pumping air and ejaculating, so Simon had to clean the duck again. There was also a picture of Alvin standing in front of the camera. Then a series of images showing Simon sliding the diaper under Dewey's bottom, then zipping it up and fastening the tapes. Finally, a picture of Simon carrying Dewey, who was snuggled up to him affectionately as he slept; the chipmunk had a small smile on his face.


Dewey's face grew redder and redder as he watched the images flash by. The duck tried to cross his legs, feeling a mixture of the urge to pee and an erection about to burst inside his diaper. These images were so humiliating, but at the same time, they turned him on so much.


"Look on the bright side." Huey said, patting his brother on the back. "Simon was taking care of you until it was time for the concert."


Dewey stopped squirming and immediately looked at his brother. “What did you say? What did he do?”


“Simon was carrying you for a long time, saying he wanted to make sure you were okay.” Louie explained, then showed a photograph of Simon carrying Dewey.


Dewey felt his heart race at the sight. He turned to the stage, where Simon was playing, and watched him with a smile. Dewey let out a silly, lovestruck sigh and nearly melted in his seat.


The song ended, so Simon took the opportunity to grab the microphone. “Thank you so much, thank you so much. It’s a pleasure to be here for such a wonderful audience on such a special occasion.” He looked directly at Dewey. “The next song is dedicated to one of the birthday boys! Happy birthday!” The audience erupted in applause.


“He said my name! SIMON SAID MY NAME!!” Dewey shouted excitedly as he wet his diaper. Huey and Louie had to hold the high chair so their brother wouldn’t fall.


The chipmunks began to sing Dewey’s favorite song: “Little Brother, Mr. Hyde.”


Dewey’s excitement was unparalleled at that moment, bouncing in his diaper as he admired Simon on stage. They only had eyes for each other.


The chipmunks finished the concert by playing the "Happy Birthday" song from Regular Show while Donald and Della carried a large birthday cake, placing it on the plastic table in front of Dewey.


And at the end of the concert, Dewey got the best birthday present of all: his crush's phone number.