The New Formula
I wanted to write a story about paws, and shrinking, and scientists... and this came out. It's short, as my stories tend to be, so you're welcome for not wasting your time with a lot of prose and exposition. ;)
Jeremy sighed in boredom, scrolling through what seemed like miles of spreadsheets. His eyes couldn't focus on the data points, the results of countless failed experiments. The rabbit was just about to fall asleep when a voice snapped him awake.
"Jeremy! I think we've done it!"
The lab assistant looked up at the grinning face of his boss. The snow white weasel couldn't hide the excitement on his face as he held up a beaker of a strange blue liquid.
"The formula stabilized, I'm sure of it this time. Do you know what this means?"
The rabbit tilted his head and blinked, still trying to shake the fuzz out from behind his eyes.
"Um, it means I get my internship credit?"
The older mustelid chuckled and patted his assistant on the head, ruffling the bunny's caramel colored ears. He raised the beaker, swirling the liquid around inside it, grinning through the translucent blue fluid, his face stretched and contorted like a funhouse mirror, making his already wide grin seem to stretch for miles. Jeremy smiled back and sat up on his stool as the weasel shook his head.
"It's so much more than that, my boy. If this formula works, we'll revolutionize everything. A new way to speed up metabolism, to fight the rampant spread obesity, heart disease, diabetes!"
"So... it's a weight loss drug."
The weasel drooped, looking at his cynical lab assistant. His smile lessened, but didn't go away, still locking eyes with the rabbit as he backed towards his workstation.
"Yes, technically, but it's the best one... I think. We'll start trials first thing tomorrow, I've already called the board of directors and-- ack!"
Jeremy gasped as the weasel fell backwards, tripping over a discarded pair of sneakers, his sneakers. He winced when his boss hit the ground, the beaker splashing over the mustelid, staining his lab coat, shirt, and white fur a bright blue. Professor Crate sputtered and got to his feet, his normally calm and jovial demeanor replaced with alarm.
"Jeremy, I've told you a hundred times, this is a chemical lab, you cannot just take your shoes off! It's dangerous, look what you've done to... ohh..."
The weasel looked down at his clothing, the blue stains still apparent, though curiously it seemed to have faded from his paws. Even more curious was that his slacks were feeling tighter in the front, the cause of which became much more apparent as the mustelid's pants began to tent with a rather obvious erection. He shuddered and blushed, ears folded back, but grinned again.
"Oh my... what an, mmf, interesting side effect. Jeremy, my boy, I think were going to be, rrf, rich either way!"
The rabbit blushed, seeing his boss getting aroused in front of him. He tried not to stare, his brain unable to decide if this was hilarious or disturbing. The decision only got harder when the weasel's hips starting to twitch and thrust, the professor humping the air. Professor Crate groaned and blushed deeper, his white ears going pink.
"Nng, we'll need to... l-lower the dose though! I..." The weasel's toes curled in his dress shoes, his back arched, and his eyes widened.
"Jeremy, y-you should go... I.. oh dear..."
The rabbit stared in shock as his professor tensed, groaning as his hips thrust and he started to climax! He moaned and squeaked as he orgasmed uncontrollably. That was only half the reason Jeremy stared, jaw gaping. With every buck, and presumably spray inside those slacks, the weasel dropped in height. He was shrinking right in front of Jeremy's eyes, groaning and panting as he just kept climaxing, losing inches with every jerk of his hips!
The weasel's eyes snapped open when his pants fell down, his labcoat hanging off him like a dress. He looking up at the looming laboratory, and the rabbit staring dumbfounded. Professor Crate could only manage a shaky moan as his orgasm continued impossibly and he sank down into his shirt and coat, disappearing from view.
Jeremy sprang to his paws, running to the pile of clothes in the floor of the lab.
"Sir? Professor? Are you ok?!"
The disoriented weasel groaned, his climax finally ebbing, though his erection remained stubbornly firm. He crawled around in the tarp like fabric of his clothes, searching for an exit. Above him a booming sound called his name, his young assistant's voice massive to his small ears. After struggling in the fabric the scientist saw light, crawling down through his pant leg, tumbling out, barely an inch tall. He dusted himself off and grunted, then looked up, and gasped.
There, looming over him was the young rabbit. He was crouched down, poking at the clothes. And right in front of the professor was that enormous caramel colored foot, the fluffy digits flexing. The weasel's cock instantly sprang back to life, and he stumbled forward, mesmerized, towards those toes.
Jeremy gulps and folded his ears back as he looked at the clothes. He was in so much trouble, and was never going to get his credit now! His long ears perked back up when he heard a squeak, and the rabbit looked down to see the professor leap onto his toes.
"Sir! You're ok! But you're so small and... what are you doing?"
Professor Crate groaned, unable to stop himself as he humped against those huge toes. He breathed in deeply, the scent of his intern musky, but nice. He tensed and groaned, arching his back as his body reacted to the stimuli, and he was wracked with another orgasm, spurting seed between those toes. He moaned and squeaked, shrinking smaller again with his orgasm!
Jeremy once again watched, dumbfounded by the professor's behavior. But as the little weasel climaxed against him, the rabbit shivered, and groaned. A tingle ran up his spine, and his jeans started to tighten as his arousal grew. It must be a side effect from the formula! The bunny stood up, lifting his paw holding the professor and awkwardly hopped to the lab table. Before he could grab the weasel he felt the tiny mustelid climax again, the half inch weasel shrinking even smaller, and making Jeremy tense, having to hold back his orgasm. He gingerly plucked up the teensy weasel, setting him down on the table.
"Oh my god... you're so tiny..."
The professor looked up at Jeremy, or rather he tried to. He was rather distracted by the fact that his intern had unzipped his jeans, and now a throbbing pink rabbit cock was pointed right at him. He could feel himself tensing again, and knew he only had moments to think. In a moment of clarity he managed to yell up, hoping his voice would carry to the gigantic rabbit.
"The antidote! On the top shelf!"
Jeremy's ear's perked up at the tiny squeaks. He leaned in, trying to make out what the tiny weasel was saying. Antidote! Of course! He was always taught by the professor to never test any formula without first making something to counteract the effects. Jeremy spotted the vial of red liquid on the top shelf, and leaned up to grab it. He stretched, bracing his other paw on the table, paw grasping the glass vial... then feeling that same shiver run up his spine.
Professor Crate tried to shout to his intern as he leaned up, but it was too late. That throbbing erection pressed forward, then slammed down on the weasel, pinning him to the tip. The heat was sweltering, the musk intoxicating, and he couldn't stop himself. The already miniscule mustelid was wracked with another powerful orgasm, then another, each one causing him to dwindle even smaller!
Jeremy set the vial down and looked down in shock at the now speck of a weasel stuck to his cock. Worse yet, each uncontrolled orgasm was making his hips twitch, his balls lift. He bit his lip, whimpering and trying to hold back, but his orgasm was rushing up, and he couldn't even see the professor anymore!
"Nngh... s-sorry sir... ahh!"
Professor Crate was launched off that now enormous tip, and sailed through the air with a torrent of seed. He crashed down on the table, submerged in the fluid, struggling in it, feeling his body shrink smaller even as more cum buried him in the growing puddle! He was microscopic now, trapped amidst increasingly larger sperm, his shrinking not seeming to stop!
Jeremy panted heavily and groaned, looking down in horror at the puddle of cum on the table. He whimpered, whispering to the Professor, but he didn't even know where he was anymore. The intern stepped back, shocked. He needed to get help. One of the other scientists.
He stopped when his foot landed in something wet. The bunny looked down at the puddle of blue liquid. The spilled beaker. He tenses, his cock springing back to life suddenly. He could feel his climax approaching, faster this time, and more powerful. The vial of antidote rested on the lab table. He took a step forward, then groaned as his body was wracked with an intense orgasm, and the word started to grow around him!
Jeremy whimpered.