[center][b][u]Workplace Incident[/u][/b][/center]

Tristan made his way back to his lab, carrying the remains of his shredded analysis. The raccoon crumpled up the strips and threw them into a trash can beside his desk. This was the third time this week his work had been reduced to rubbish by that asshole boss of his.

[i]"These numbers aren't correct, you need to pay closer attention to detail."[/i] He mocked his boss's commentary as soon as he knew he was alone. At this point he was convinced that stuck up jackal was doing this on purpose just to spite him. Tristan slammed a hand down on his mouse to wake up his computer, then opened up the analyzer. He scoured over the program inputs and outputs, sneering as his head replayed his boss's criticism.

"Asshole," he spat, "I'll show him who's thorough." He abandoned his search through the code, deciding that an actual proof of concept might finally convince the jackal of his brilliance. Before he could change his mind, he connected his machine to the lab equipment and set the program to run. Immediately a few robotic arms swiveled on levers, pulling precise amounts of ingredients from various tubes. The raccoon grinned as he watched his handiwork in motion. Each piece ran according to their own individual algorithms written by the raccoon, each one carefully mixing the substances into a single concoction.

He'd spent his entire life researching for this breakthrough, there was no way he was going to let his boss rain on his parade. There was no doubt in his mind he'd finally come up with the correct combination of ingredients that could rejuvenate the body. A sudden dark thought crossed his mind, if his boss wanted proof of his brilliance he was planning on giving it to him. One full dose of this should be enough to regress his boss's body to his teenage years.

He sat back with a smile, proud of his accomplishment and reveling in the thought of showing his boss up after that humiliating meeting. Suddenly a high pitched tone came from his computer's speakers. He looked up to see a bright blue error screen with the words [b][i]Buffer Overflow[/i][/b] scrawled across.

"What? No!" He pounded his fist against the keyboard, letting his anger take over. At the point of impact, a white bar appeared on his screen shortly before the entire screen shifted to a new message, [i]Hard Drive Failure[/i]. His heart dropped, knowing all of his research was gone. All except...

He turned his attention back to the lab equipment, the algorithm had reached the final step before crashing. A small jet of blue flame heated the mixture until it was bubbling. Tristan expected the flame to shut off at this point, but without input from his laptop, it kept going.

"Fuck!" He jumped up from his chair and was just about to disconnect the burner when he heard the glass beaker shatter. The burning substance sprayed out onto the raccoon. Out of instinct he swat at the liquid, rubbing it into his fur as it rapidly cooled. Still in shock, it took him a moment to remember to disconnect the burner.

The raccoon scratched at the portions of his body that had come in contact with the substance. A tingling sensation traveled across the surface of his skin. He bit his lip, cursing himself for making such a careless mistake. The changes were already taking effect. The feeling of the years sliding backward was difficult to describe, at first it felt like he was becoming stronger, clarity returning as he slid into his twenties. He kicked himself as he suddenly realized where he'd went wrong, he could just about picture the line where his code swapped units of measurement. His eyes widened, if the measurement swapped units that meant he got hit with more than a single dose. The raccoon took a sharp breath in, noticing that his lab coat was beginning to feel a bit loose on his shoulders.

"Tristan?"

The raccoon turned to face his boss, and as he did so, his shoulder slipped free from the coat. He blushed as he looked up at the Jackal. He hoped that his body would stop shrinking, but to his embarrassment he continued to get smaller.

"It was an accident!" The words came out high pitched as his voice cracked.

"Aww, it's okay little guy. I told you the numbers were wrong, I had hoped you'd notice before doing anything stupid." The jackal walked up to him and put his arms under the raccoon's armpits, lifting him into the air. As he did so, the rest of Tristan's clothes fell to the floor, leaving his reduced body exposed.

"No! Put me down asshole!" The small raccoon screamed as he flailed his arms and legs uselessly. In his reduced state, his little penis wiggled with his motions. This realization made the little raccoon blush harder. At the very least, he was glad it seemed the concoction hadn't affected his mental age.

"Such strong language from such a little guy. I don't tolerate that kind of language from my employees." The jackal took a seat and lay Tristan down across his lap.

"What are you doing...?" He wailed as a hand clapped down hard on his tush. A few more hard smacks against his butt left him red and stinging. A couple tears rolled down his face. 

"I'm a grown man, you can't treat me like this." He tried to yell but it came out as a soft whimper. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, he felt a pressure building up in his bladder. He tried to hold it in, but his toddler sized body failed. At first he felt a small wet spot forming against his boss's leg, but then it started making a small puddle on the floor.

"Grown men don't have accidents." The jackal grinned down at the helpless raccoon. "If you were actually a grown man, you might have listened to me. Instead you acted like a child and look where it got you."

"Please, there's a backup of my work on that thumb drive, it contains a chemical antidote that should reverse the effects." The raccoon had nearly forgotten that he'd saved some of his notes. His boss picked up the small external device and examined it.

"You realize that external devices are against company policy, correct? I'm going to have to confiscate this and review its contents." The jackal said casually. Tristan watched the thumb drive, his only potential for reversing this state, disappear into his boss's pocket. "Now let's get you all cleaned up."

His boss stood up and held the reduced raccoon against his hip, carrying him out into the hallway completely naked. As if the spanking wasn't bad enough, he felt his cheeks flush as his coworkers passed by, commenting on his cute bare bottom. Thankfully none of them seemed to recognize it was him, but it was still very embarrassing nonetheless. The jackal kept introducing him to everyone they passed by as his nephew, and made sure to let them know about his little [i]accident[/i].

When they reached the bathroom, his boss set him down in the sink and turned on the warm water. Tristan felt completely defeated. Here he was hoping to get back at his boss only moments before and now he was the size of a cub getting bathed in a sink by that very same guy. His boss lathered the soap through the raccoon's fur, his hand pausing a moment as he reached Tristan's intimate regions.

"Aww, you were quite a little one weren't you. I bet it wasn't much bigger when you were older." The jackal's paw rubbed up against his tiny penis. Tristan tried to push the paws away, but they were too strong for him and his cubby strength. The struggling only made things worse, with his adult mind still intact he realized all the rubbing was beginning to make him hard. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to think about anything else to get it to stay soft, but it was too late. His boss had noticed.

"Looks like someone is enjoying themselves." He rubbed the raccoon dick gently, teasing the young cub as it grew stiff. Even hard it wasn't much bigger than it was soft. At most his glorious manhood had been reduced to a one inch nub. It was so small, the jackal could squeeze the whole thing between just his thumb and index fingers. The soap helped his boss's fingers slide easily around the tip, the sensitivity of his cub cock was far too overwhelming and in moments he let out a series of tiny squeaks as a sheer amount of pleasurable sensations coursed through his tiny body.

The jackal laughed as the little boy squirmed in the sink to his touch. He wasn't quite finished yet though. He lathered up a bit more soap and moved his hand down lower until he felt the raccoon's tailhole. His finger casually slid against the surface of the raccoon's pucker, taunting him with what was coming next. Tristan looked up at his boss, his eyes pleading, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop it. The jackal slid a finger inside the cub's tailhole, and then a second. He worked it up slowly waiting for Tristan to stop squirming before inserting a third. It was the most he was going to be able to fit at the moment, but with a little training the cub might get to the point where he'd be loose enough to handle a proper man's cock.

His boss took his tiny cock in hand once more and played with it until the raccoon squeaked, the only indication that the little guy had orgasmed. All of the stress and pleasure had taken a toll on his body, his eyes began to droop. Instinctually, his thumb made his way to his mouth. As he sucked on it, he heard his boss mention something about getting him diapers. He would have protested, but there was no fight left in him. He gave in to the temptation of a nap.