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Age Regression

Witchy Woman by Mr. Internet Man

11-part color sequence: Old witch gets younger and sexier

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-1-753222455

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-2-753222755

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-3-753222852

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-4-753222923

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-5-753223170

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-6-753223225

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-7-753223349

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-8-753223512

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-9-753223624

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-10-753223720

https://www.deviantart.com/mrinternetman/art/Witchy-Woman-11-753223867

Categories
Bimbo

Downsizing by Wrenzephyr and Thrandrall

5-panel color comic: Aging business woman becomes a young bimbo

http://transrepo.blogspot.com/2018/06/wrenzephyr2-downsizing.html

Categories
Age Progression Age Regression

Hunger by Idatrah and Blankage

5-page black and white comic: Woman is breastfeeding when her infant daughter begins to literally suck the years away from her

https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=62846050

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Age Regression

Missy Age Regression by Aogami and Blankage

13-second black and white animation: Woman turns into a little girl while masturbating

http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=58587225

Categories
Male to Female

Complexion by Blankage and Ketrian

Welcome to the good life, where we like the girls who ain’t on TV ‘cuz they got more ass than the models.
– Kanye West

The Wall Screen shows a close-up of a proud soldier in his camo jacket. His white head is freshly shaven and almost blindingly bright. He’s grasping something metallic-looking. The camera pulls back, and we see that it’s a chain. It loops and zig-zags its way through the handcuffs of more than a dozen brown-skinned Mexicans who shuffle along pathetically in their ankle cuffs. They are all humming the tune to “Panda Panda Panda Panda” by Deerhoof. I admire their taste in music even if they are all drug kingpins. Bold blue letters at the bottom of the screen inform the viewer that “Top Cartel Leadership Captured Saturday,” and in a tiny box at the top corner of the screen, President George Washington IV’s disembodied head tells us how very proud we should be of our law enforcement.

Isabel shakes her head. “This is very awful,” she says. “They are just trying to provide for their families.”

We’re sitting around the grey, vinyl conference table in the teacher’s lounge. This is the morning break where we all come here and relax for fifteen minutes while the robotic assistants watch the kids. If this were the 1960s back when I started teaching, everyone in this lounge would be chatting and waving their cigarettes at each other. The smoky air would be full of the sweet scents of tobacco and tar. It’s the 2030s though, and the air is full of the smell of antiseptic and mint chewing gum.

Categories
Age Regression

YCH – Kitcoon Jumbo Pop Regression by zeMONKEYgland and Kitcoon

4-part color sequence: Male furry regresses

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20459111/

Categories
My Works

[Commission] Framed by Blankage and The Regressed

Mark didn’t really mind when his mom shooed him and Katie out of the house. Katie, his girlfriend, had met his parents less than a week earlier, and he explained that one sure way to tell that his mom was becoming comfortable with someone was when she started bossing them around. Katie just laughed and nodded. “This explains so much about you.”

They decided to drive to a small park several miles from the house, and now they sat on a park bench, with their bodies pressed against each other, lips locked together. The park was quiet but for the dry leaves crackling in the wind, dancing over the concrete. Fall had arrived and, the youngsters that had crowded the faded, red jungle gym just days before were now sitting in desks, staring out the window. Mark and Katie too would soon resume classes, both in their 3rd year of college. Mark tried not to think about it, focusing on Katie’s lips against his, her dark hair swirling around his face.

The moment was so serenely silent, the stillness so palpable that he wasn’t quite sure what to do when Katie’s tongue darted back into her mouth like a frightened fish. She pushed him away and held him at arm’s length, her black eyes suddenly unable to meet his, flitting around the empty park.

Categories
Age Regression

Tales from the Crib Keeper 4 by Okayokayokok, KonataTan, JNio, and Luy1366

17-page color comic: 3 separate female regression stories. One contains male regression as well.

http://okayokayokok.deviantart.com/art/Tales-from-the-Crib-Keeper-4-600422181

Pros:

  • Tons of regression

Cons:

  • Uninspired writing

4_Stars

Categories
Uncategorized

Wishing Stone by Okayokayokok and Wishful123

3-part color sequence: Boy shrinks younger

http://okayokayokok.deviantart.com/art/Wishing-Stone-585222234

http://okayokayokok.deviantart.com/art/Wishing-Stone-2-585241842

http://okayokayokok.deviantart.com/art/Wishing-Stone-3-585266977

Categories
Age Regression My Works

Commission – Strange Dreams by Blankage and The Regressed

The following story was written as a commission. If you would like a commission of your own, please email me at blankage1 [at] gmail [dot] com or message me at Deviantart or Furaffinity

The car thudded onto the gravel road, and Mike’s mom inhaled sharply.

“Easy!” she said. “You’re not driving your ATV.”

Mike was quite aware that he wasn’t driving his ATV, thanks, but he said nothing. Since he’d gotten his learner’s permit, his mom had been pretty hesitant to let him drive, and pissing her off didn’t seem likely to help his plight. So he just sighed and squinted at the light of the setting sun as it filtered through the thick greenery that enveloped the road.

“How much farther?” Mike’s little sister Kinsey asked from the back seat. She’d slept for a good portion of the six hour drive, but now she was awake and restless.

“Almost there!” Mike’s mom said. “Doesn’t this look beautiful?”

The only answer to her question was the sound of the car bumping along the road, raising a giant cloud of dust behind it. Mike regarded the lush plants that blurred by them, and he thought they looked green. He wasn’t sure why that automatically made them beautiful or whatever. Heading out to a ranch in Nowhere, Tennessee hadn’t been his idea of a great spring vacation, but his sister and mother had both disagreed. That was two votes against one as his little sister had annoyingly informed him. Now, easily swinging the car into a gravel parking lot, he wished he was anywhere else.