Tom Spangler marched back to his office in his perfect Armani suit and perfect wing tip shoes...moving his perfect 5'9" body past his secretary Lucille's desk. "Lucille," he barked, "Get me the file on Mike Stanley." Lucilled did as she was told and took the file into his office. The virus was already working, Tom had already slipped to 29. It wasn't musch of a change and he didn't notice. Lucille couldn't stand to look him in the face most of the time and didn't bother this time either..so she also took no notice of Tom Spangler's subtle changes. "Here's the file on Mike Stanley, sir." she said and turned to leave. Tom didn't even look up and said, "Good, Lucille. Now, go to lunch. I'm staying in and I don't want to be disturbed." Lucilled left for a much deserved lunch.
Tom pulled out Mike's file, "Okay you big brat...let's see how soon I can get rid of you." Tom looked at the past problems Mike had on the job and began to dream of getting rid of him. Suddenly, Mike's picture looked kind of cute to Tom. He never let anyone in the office know he was gay. He started to feel a little horny. He went onto his internet and pulled up his collection of naked guy pictures. Tom, now slowly slipping back to 21, unzipped his pants, reached into his boxer and started to stroke his not so small dick...playing with his balls as he went. He stayed dressed in the suit so that he could quickly zip up if he was interrupted. He was totally unaware of the regressions happening outside in the main area. Just as he was jacking himself off to bliss, his phone buzzed. Tom took his hand off his dick, hit the speaker button and said "WHAT!?" The voice on the other end said, "Mr. Spangler, you better get out here something odd is happening and..." Tom interupted the caller, "Look, you guys just behave like men and take care of whatever it is. I'll come check your progress after my lunch, Okay! Now, don't disturb me unless it's a real problem!" The regressing man on the other end of the phone had no chance to tell Tom of the situation...Tom hit the button to disconnect before the poor man had a chance. The regressing man knew that with Tom Spangler that was the final word...Tom would just find out for himself soon enough he thought...he had no idea how right he was.
Tom went back to jacking off. He needed to let go of some tension. He rapidly got hard again. Well, why not, he was only 17 now. Tom still paid no attention to the changes. His suit was loose. His shirt sleeves falling over edge of his hands. His shoes were fitting at the moment. Tom put his free hand into his shirt between the buttons to play with his nipple. It was easier than usual to get past the arm holes of his normally tight fitting A-shirt underneath to touch his nipple. "That's odd!" he thought. His chest felt smooth. His regression was begining to speed up. He moved his hand to the middle of his chest...oh! there was the hair...he just must not be feeling the rest of the hair around the nipple area. He didn't feel it because he was no longer old enough to have hair there.
Tom continued to play with himself as he slipped to 16 and lost all of his chest hair. He came closer and close to cumming with each stroke and each drop in years...15, 14 and then 13. Tom's pit hair under the suit was now only a few new strand in the middle of his pits. As he jacked off, his pubic hair below the boxers reduced to and small patch above his dick. The only thing Tom noticed was that his suit and shirt sleeve was getting in the way of his stroking...he was going to kill that taylor. In factas he moved his body a bit, his butt was moving all inside his pants and boxers in the chair. His suit pants were seemed too big. Tha low carb diet must be working he thought. His feet felt great in his shoes, he thought, but the damn elastic was out of his socks..they were too loose. Of course, the socks and shoes were now too big for his smaller feet.
Tom's dick didn't feel right in his hand and his balls were harder to find inside those damn loose boxers. He was still hard...in fact, harder than he had been in years, but his dick felt like it was getting smaller. He wasn't flacid though. Tom let none of this bother him, as usual, he was only interested in the end result. He wanted to cum and cum badly. At 13, Tom could blow at any moment. His climax reached intensity, he was about to blow his load. "Man," he thought, "I'm gonna shoot a huge fucking load!"
Just as Tom was about to cum, the virus went into a higher gear. "I'm gonna cum....I'm gonna cum....uhh uhhh.." Tom mutter in a whispered and totally enraptured voice. Then it happened. At the moment tom should have hit orgasm and shot cum all over the place, he shrank rapidly down...13, 12, 11, 10....his shoes and socks barely stayed on his little 10 year old feet which were no longer touching the floor. His shirt and coat were heavy and huge on him..as was the now loose A-shirt underneath. His tie was hanging way past his belt line. His lower body was lost in greatly oversized pants and his boxers were just loose inside the pants. Tom felt the jizz inside him about to shoot out as he had started the last regression roud. Just as he dropped below 13 to age 10, he felt his cum getting almost to his piss slit, "Oh shit...ohshit...I'm cumming I'm cumming....I'm...WHAT THE FUCK!" As he grew too young to cum, Tom's jizz retreated back down to his dwindling balls and ceased to exist. Tom never came. The regression had given him the ultimate blue-ball. Tom sat up in the chair, "What the hell...." Then he noticed his much higher voice..then he looked down and saw his ridculously large suite totally drowning him in his chair, "Holy shit! What the fuck happened to me....I'm a shrimp!" He agrily got up. His pants immediately fell to his ankles with his boxers on top of his huge shoes and socks. "SON OF A BITCH!", little Tom shouted as he stamped and kicked the shoes and socks off...kicking away his pants and boxers as well. Tom Stood there in his large Armani coat, tie, shirt and A-shirt. The Coat was too heavy and large. He slumped his shoulders and let it fall to the ground as well.
The little man marched hmself over to full length mirror in his office. "I'm a fucking kid!!!" he shouted. Tom hated the feeling of the A-shirt loose underneath the dress shirt and tie. He took the dress shirt and tie off...leaving just the huge A-shirt on to cver his body...it was long enough. He felt a shudder go trhough him as the last of the virus took effect. Tom watched himself shrink from 10 down to 9, 8, 7, 6 and fianlly 5. "I need help!" He finally realized, "Lucille! Lucille, please help me!!!!!!!" Tom started to cry. Lucilled was still gone to lunch. Tom opened his office door and ran out into the post office in just his huge A-shirt...crying al the way. "Help me! I've been turned into a little boy!"...and then he saw a post office filled with little boys.