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🕑 Added 2023-06-08 00:55:01 +0000 UTCA DuckTales 2017 Story
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(This is a story about a little brother taking advantage of one of his two older triplets after they lose their memory for a bit. What follows are humiliating antics done for the sake of making a quick buck. Again, this was written so that it could still be enjoyed even if you haven't seen the show. That said, DisneyXD is literally uploading full episodes of the show on their Youtube channel so now's the time to check it out if you're interested. It's probably my favorite cartoon ever at the moment.
Yes, they do wear shorts and underwear in this story. Why wouldn't they?)
“Aww man, this adventure was another bust!” Louie snapped as he and the rest of the gang burst through the entrance of the mansion. He ended up kicking the vacuum cleaner over that was resting by the door and was given a narrow glance of annoyance by Mrs. Beakley, the retired spy and housekeeper. With a nervous chuckle, Louie put it back where it was before sauntering off to his room, hands in his sweater pockets and a grumble at the edge of his mouth.
“What do you mean a bust?” Dewey, the middle child and the wild boy in blue, spun on his heels in front of his sulking younger brother. “We made off with THIS bad baby! Sha-booie!” He shouted as he held up a bright, glowing green stone.
It was another Scrooge Mcduck adventure; one where they presumably were supposed to go off and find a lost, valuable treasure. Instead, they almost got themselves killed when the traps in the lost temple they located went off and they made off with a stupid, glowing green pebble that had no proper resale value to it. Nice.
Huey, the oldest and smartest of the three, was walking by them with his head buried in a book detailing the archives of that last temple they visited. By the time they made it back to their room, Louie was already halfway towards collapsing from disappointment. He face planted the lowest bunk and stayed there.
Huey closed the door before pressing his back to it and raising a finger. “Ah-ha. Here it is. Aside from shining a comforting green aura, that stone has another special property to it.”
He explained this as Dewey kept rubbing it to his face off to the side.
Louie mumbled into his pillow, “Does it generate gold? If not, then it can keep its comforting light.”
“No…” Huey continued. “It says here that it temporarily relieves all those who find it of stress via acute mental altercation…?”
“Meaning?” Louie turned his head to face Huey now.
“Mental… alterca-OH NO!” Huey gasped and dropped the book he was reading. “Dewey! Let go of that rock!”
“Huh?” Dewey blinked before a bright flash went off.
A green light went into Dewey’s eyes and they spun a bit. He stumbled back, eyes rolling before he fell onto his back, spread out.
Huey and Louie scrambled over to him, looks of concern on their faces as the green stone he was caressing lay at his side, smoke billowing from it.
“Sh-Should we get Uncle Scrooge?” Louie asked, panicked.
“Dewey! How many fingers am I holding up?!” Huey asked, bending down and raising his fingers with fear at the edge of his voice.
Dewey’s eyes spun as he slowly sat up and rubbed his head. “Hnnngh? Huh…? What’s… why are you putting your fingers in my face dude?”
“Dewey!” Huey smiled and gave him a quick hug. “Oh thank goodness. How are you feeling? Are you alright?”
“Of course I’m alright… …you.” Dewey said, wincing and trailing off a bit.
“...?” Huey tilted his head. “You? I’m Huey.”
“R-Right… a-and… what did you call me? Dilbert?”
“Dewey!”
“Oh…! Right… weird name. Sounds like a brand of granola bar! Haha!” Dewey giggled.
“Wha…? What happened?!” Huey panicked.
“Ooooohhhh!” Louie said from behind him. “I get it. Mental altercation. It relieves stress by giving you brief amnesia.”
“Brief…?” Huey winced. “Oh… well… I guess if we just wait long enough he’ll recover then…”
Louie smiled and rubbed a finger under his chin. “Or… why wait when we can have some fun with this?”
“Louie…” Huey narrowed his eyes.
“What? He’s gonna recover! It’s not like he’s in need of medical attention!” Louie snapped back, hands out in front of him.
“You know I’m right here, right?” Dewey spoke up. “I can hear you.”
“Well that’s good!” Louie zipped over to Dewey and put his arm around him. “Because have I got a special day planned for YOU!” he said, poking him in the beak.
“For me?” Dewey asked. “Wait, who are you again? And who am I TO you?”
“Why, you’re my little brother Dewey!” Louie said.
That was a lie. Dewey was the middle child of the three of them.
“And I’M the oldest brother, Louie!” Louie smirked, putting a hand to his chest.
Another lie. Louie was the youngest. Huey was the oldest.
Huey, at present, had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot with growing annoyance spreading across his face.
“Wow…” Dewey said astonished. “For a big brother you sure look wimpy.”
Louie’s eyes widened a bit and he jolted. “Wh-What?! Th-That’s not true!”
“Oh? It isn’t…? I guess for some reason you felt like the kind of person who likes to cry and run away pissing themselves scared a lot. My bad.”
Louie’s jolted and blinked back tears at that. Huey giggled behind him.
“Shut up, Hubert!” Louie snapped and pointed at the giggling boy in red, who turned away with his hands up in a sly smile.
Louie sighed and wiped his face before the evil grin returned to it again. “You probably felt that way because that’s YOU. You’re a huge scaredy cat who always wet their pants when we’re on an adventure. Oh man. The amount of times you’ve shouted about how your underwear was ruined.”
As Louie said this, Huey dangled a pair of Louie’s wet cartoon train briefs over his head from behind that he pilfered from the laundry basket. Louie spun around to leer at Huey, feeling a disturbance happening behind him, which prompted Huey to hurriedly hide the underwear behind his back and whistle while rocking back and forth.
“Really? Aww man…” Dewey said, sounding disappointed that he was apparently a coward.
“Yeah. Sad and pathetic isn’t it? Don’t worry though. Your big brother Louie is here to support you!” Louie grinned. “Because if there’s one thing you LOVE doing, it’s making a fool of yourself for money!”
“I do?” Dewey raised a brow.
“Yup! Dancing in the street in your underwear, playing dress up, etc. You’re so good at it and it makes us a ton of cash. As your older brothers we’ve always been concerned about you but you enjoy it so much, who are we to stomp all over your wonderful hobby?” Louie grinned, reaching over and grabbing a huge glass jar. “How about we go and do some of that right now, eh?”
Dewey hopped to his feet. “Well, it DOES sound interesting! Why not? If I like doing it, it must be a lot of fun!”
Huey was shaking his head as he read over the notes about the glowing green stone again. “Apparently the memory loss lasts for an equivalent time relative to how long it’s been held and activates when rubbed three times.”
“Plenty of time to make some money off of this dud of an adventure,” Louie responded. “Now out you go Dewford!” Louie pointed at the door.
“Oh boy! Time for some fun!” Dewey shouted and raced out the door.
Louie giggled evilly as he rubbed his face against his empty glass jar that was about to be filled with money.
Huey just leered at him from the side.
Louie caught wind of his glance. “... What? I deserve a reward for wasting my time looking for that thing. Just let me have this.”
“You’re going to Hell, you know that?” Huey said as he walked right on by him.
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Going to Hell or not, he at least was baking some fresh dough on the way down!
“Come one, come all, and see the amazing Dewey as he performs a solo Wedgie-Act on himself for your amusement!” Louie stood by, holding out the open jar. “Just 20 bucks for admission! That’s like the price of a whole pizza pie or something right? Talk about cheap for the show of a lifetime.”
People were indeed gathering around to see this. According to Louie, his older brother was going to make a fool of himself for their amusement voluntarily. It was something that had to be seen to be believed.
Dewey stood in his regular blue sweater and blue shirt over top of it with his dark gray cargo shorts on. The more and more people gathered, the more anxious he got. It was dawning on him that people were lining up to essentially watch him strip in front of them.
He gulped and blushed a little, sweating as he tugged at the collar of his shirt. He glanced at Louie, the kid who he thought was his “older” brother and received a thumbs up from him.
Dewey nodded and smiled back before growing more determined.
If he did this because he liked it then why was he so worried?
Dewey began to dance and sway out in the open before rocking about and shaking his butt for the gathering crowd. If he was going to put on a show, he was going to make sure he got their dander up and excited them before things went underway.
Then, he put his fingers at the rim of his shorts and began to shimmy them down. He was still blushing as he did it but the laughter and hooting he heard told him that it was probably the correct course of action.
When his shorts were at his ankles, he stepped out of them and did another butt dance, showing off his rocket ship underoos with a matching blue elastic on them. The childish undies got a huge torrent of even harder laughter.
He grinned sheepishly and grabbed the back of his underwear before yanking and pulling them up.
“Now for the main attrac-AAUGH! HMNNNNGGGH?!” Dewey got teary eyed instantly. He felt the wedgie travel up his bottom and it hurt tremendously. How on Earth did he enjoy doing this? Why?! It was so painful!
Louie was laughing too, collecting more and more of their money as they came by. Dewey was already regretting this. It was embarrassing and it hurt… well, maybe he did like the attention a bit.
… Maybe if he tugged on the underwear the right way it did feel a bit good too…? Yeah. He could make this work.
Dewey forced a smile on his face and grabbed the front of his briefs with two hands next before yanking them up in a front wedgie this time. The bulge on the front of his undies was emphasized a bit more due to this, which added to the hooting and hollering done his way. He tried his best to drink it in, eyes crossed from how much this freaking hurt.
He snapped his briefs against him and groaned, stumbling about and feeling dizzy.
No. He couldn’t stop. The show must go on.
“D-Do you want to see me make this atomic?” Dewey asked, teary eyed as he pointed to his still wedgied butt.
“YEEEEAAAAAH!” The crowd cheered.
By now, Louie was ready to start making snow angels with his money. Money angels, if you will. He needed a second jar. No, he needed a third one. The people just kept coming!
Dewey grinned as he reached back and grabbed his briefs before hiking them up even further than before. He jolted and grunted as he forced his underwear to stretch over his head. He gasped in pain when they latched onto his forehead.
He winced with a tear traveling down his face and then forced his grin to stay on.
“A-A-And th-th-that’s how I… D-Dewey it…!” He said, wincing as the pain shot throughout his system.
The laughter kicked up even stronger. Louie reeled back in his seat, holding his gut with tears in his eyes too. The money kept flowing into his jars as this happened.
Dewey’s eyes darted around at everyone and he felt… a twinge of something else hit him.
He blushed again as it washed over him.
He was… a bit confused.
This felt sort of right but also sort of wrong. He liked performing and dancing for people to get attention but the way it was being done here felt different. Also, that thing he just said. “That’s how I Dewey it” sounded familiar.
“Wait…” Dewey began to scratch at his head. “What… where…?”
The laughter was ringing in his ears. What in the world was going on? Didn’t he LIKE this? Louie told him he liked doing this… right after he found that rock and… wait…!
It was… coming back to him now…!
Oh no! He was starting to remember!
He wasn’t Louie’s little brother! He was the middle child! He was Dewey Duck!
Louie had tricked him!
Dewey’s eyes widened and his face just went beat red. It was flushed completely red now as he regained his memory and stood there in his underwear in an atomic wedgie he just gave himself in front of the laughing crowd.
His pupils shook. He looked like he was about to cry… when all of a sudden, someone grabbed the waistband of his briefs and yanked them off his head.
He let them go and they snapped against his butt, making Dewey yelp and jump. He rubbed his bottom down and turned to see who did that when he was grabbed and pulled close to a boy in red’s chest.
“Hey there. Back in the right frame of mind now are we?” Huey asked.
“Huey…!” Dewey looked at him, astonished. “M-My memory is back now…”
“I know. I was counting down to when it would happen,” Huey winked at him. “Leave the rest to me.”
With that, Huey set down a cardboard box full of various items. “Hey there everyone! I hope you enjoyed the preamble. Unfortunately, the show is over now.”
The crowd stopped to look at Huey in confusion and then they all gradually began to boo and hiss, inundating him with massive thumbs downs.
“Uh… Huey?” Dewey looked a bit worried.
“HEY!” Louie called out from behind the makeshift stand he created to collect his money. “What are you doing Hubert! You can’t just call off my show like that! Think of poor old Dewey! He likes being the center of attention, right?” Louie grinned.
Dewey winced and then angrily glared at Louie. He was about to say something when Huey put his hand out to hold him back.
“He does,” Huey said. “Unfortunately, you only paid him for that opening act and he didn’t agree to do anymore. If you want to use him for this show, you’ll need to compensate him more.”
“Pay? I didn’t pay him at all!” Louie shouted which got a gasp of surprise from the crowd. Louie’s eyes got wide as he looked at them all. “Uh… heheh… I-I mean, it’s a… volunteer act…?”
“If THAT were true then why are you charging 20 bucks? Surely the money is going somewhere isn’t it?” Huey asked.
“S-S-Sure it is!” Louie said. “It’s uhm… a foundation c-called Louie’s Kids! It’s a division that helps poor young kids in need. Kids like me. Exactly for kids like me… it’s for me.”
The crowd began to get a little more angry and started murmuring things amongst themselves.
Louie began to sweat and felt a dampness go into his underwear. It remained hidden underneath his tan cargo shorts though.
“I say, since Dewey wasn’t properly paid and you seem to have overcharged these lovely folks, the show MUST indeed go on!” Huey exclaimed. “Good thing I prepared for this. Ta-da!”
Huey opened the cardboard box he just put in the street and out sprung a ton of baby paraphernalia. Diapers, a baby bottle, a baby bonnet, a bib, a pacifier on a string, some baby food, a paddle for spanking; you name it!
“O-Oh… oh my… wh-what’s… what’s all that for Huey? G-Gonna… try and convince Dewey to… put on a baby show?” Louie asked, feeling himself go a bit stiff as he slowly slid off his seat and stepped back a bit.
“Nah. He still needs compensation for being LIED to and TRICKED!” Huey said, grinning. “So why don’t you make up for it by putting on the rest of the show yourself, Louie?!”
“Uh…” Louie stammered, face drenched in sweat. “H-Hey! I got a better idea… r-refunds! Or-Or maybe just… half-priced refunds… m-maybe? You know what? Send me an invoice. My people will call your people!”
He turned to leave and then ran right into Dewey, who shot behind him during the commotion.
“Where ya goin'? We’re just about to do YOUR favorite bit LITTLE brother!” Dewey grinned as he got all up in Louie’s face.
“... Your memory’s back isn’t it?”
“All of it.”
“... C-can you maybe… f-forgive me and let this go?”
“Sorry,” Dewey smirked. “No can Dewey.”
With that, he hoisted Louie up and carried him over to the cardboard box! The crowd began cheering as Louie struggled above him.
“NO! STOP! I’M SORRY! WAIT! STOP! NOOOOOOO!” Louie screamed before he was tossed head first into the box.
Huey and Dewey grinned as they grabbed at his shorts and yanked them off, exposing his frog themed baby briefs with a green elastic on them. They were indeed very wet in the front too, which caused instantaneous laughter to ring out.
He was then plucked from the box by them and held down.
First, his sweater was yanked over his head as he squirmed, leaving him in just his wet briefs. A green bib was placed onto his neck as he shouted aloud and that was followed by a matching baby bonnet and a pacifier.
“Diaper…!” Dewey held out his hand.
“Diaper,” Huey handed it over.
Dewey licked his lips as he stripped off Louie’s underwear and tossed it to the ground. Louie shrieked and covered himself but Dewey pried his hands away.
“Powder!” Dewey said after he unfolded the diaper, raised his brother’s butt, and lowered it onto the soft padding.
“Powder,” Huey said handing it over.
Dewey sprinkled it onto his front and it got everywhere. Louie sneezed and jumped a bit, before feeling his crotch itch.
“GAH! What kind of powder…?!” Louie’s eyes crossed as he began scratching his front in front of the crowd.
“Uh-oh! Bad baby’s playing with his naughty bits. Hand me the punishment stick!” Dewey said.
“Punishment stick,” Huey said, giving Dewey a small black club.
“Punis–?!” Louie began before he was bopped over the head!
Louie’s eyes rolled and he smiled like a derpy idiot before he flopped onto his back, spread out and seeing stars circle over his head.
With that, Dewey managed to tape the diaper on without a problem. He also washed off his hands with a water bottle to make sure none of the itching powder they just used stayed on them.
Louie’s diapered lower end was humping up and down from how itchy it was now. He eventually winced and yelped as a particularly rough itch hit him. His hands traveled back down the front of his diaper for a massive scratching session that saw him getting more laughter and more people thinking he was doing something else in front of their eyes. He blushed really hard at that, whining as he rolled about in place.
“I-I’M SORRY! I LEARNED MY LESSON! NO MORE! PLE–UMMGF!” Louie’s eyes crossed when the baby bottle of disgusting baby formula went into his mouth via Huey.
“Who wants to feed the baby?” Huey asked.
“ME! ME! ME! ME! ME!”
The chanting that happened was almost thunderous.
“Good. We’ll pass him around to you all and you can do whatever you want with him. Here’s the box of stuff. The powder, the punishment stick, the baby food, the formula, it’s all there. You’ve already paid in full so feel free to have as much fun with him as you want.” Huey said.
Dewey smiled, walking over to the jars of money in his underwear still and grabbing two of them. Huey grabbed the last one and shot a sly smile at Louie who’s eyes widened with shock when he saw this.
“MMMMF!” Louie held out his hands as he was dragged into the crowd like a prisoner on death row, wearing a diaper that was starting to fill up due to a deep scare of what was ahead of him causing a bladder failure.
“Enjoy yourself Louie,” Dewey smiled and waved as he clamped a hand over the jar of money. “Oh and remember, to the victor go the spoils so I get to keep this and the glowing green stone.”
“Pity that,” Huey said. “With it you might have been able to remove the memory of this day, temporary as it may have been. Oh well. Ta-ta.”
“I’m not changing your diaper when you get back. Toodle-loo.” Dewey sang as the two of them gave each other a fist bump and walked off.
Louie suckled hard on the pacifier that was just shoved into his mouth and disappeared into the rabid crowd.
They had a full day of playtime with their new baby ahead of them and, unlike Dewey, he wasn’t going to be able to feign like he enjoyed it. Not even a little bit.
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A story of taking advantage of your brother turns into a story of fairly instant karma. No money for you Louie. Just constant humiliation and diaper changes, ahoy! I loved writing this one too. Indulging in my favorite series that aren’t the usual ones is seeing a lot of success as far as good tales of woe. Next month is Halloween however. We’re in for a good time! A time where we get to celebrate a rung beyond mere humiliation but pure evil! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Which of the two sections of the story did you enjoy the most?
