11-part black and white sequence: Woman accidentally shoots herself with an age regression ray and turns into a toddler.
https://www.deviantart.com/cluedog/art/Kid-s-Stuff-865760118
11-part black and white sequence: Woman accidentally shoots herself with an age regression ray and turns into a toddler.
https://www.deviantart.com/cluedog/art/Kid-s-Stuff-865760118
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
5-panel color comic: Aging business woman becomes a young bimbo
http://transrepo.blogspot.com/2018/06/wrenzephyr2-downsizing.html
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
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
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.
4-part color sequence: Male furry regresses
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.
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:
Cons: