#teen wolf age regression

[aew-kun-age-regression]

I don't know why I decided this was something I needed to make but y'know what sure- 😂🤷🏻 here's (another) regressor Stiles Moodboard — to be fair I don't remember when I made my last one-)

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Stiles Stilinksi age regression headcannons

go easy on me this is my first HC post 😅

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Stiles mainly regresses around the ages of 0-2 so his regression is geared towards the baby side. A lot of it consists of speech-loss, whines and hums, pointing for what he wants, using basic ASL, clumsy-ness, naps, and lots of cuddling. 

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Stiles is very secretive about his regression, at first the only person that knew about it was his dad Noah, but that was only because of how persistent the man was on finding out what exactly his son was guarding so closely. Then there’s Derek, who eventually becomes one of his primary caregivers. Derek seemed to take the “news” of his regression the hardest, not because he couldn’t accept it but because he had some serious cleaning up to do with his act (Slamming Stiles’ head onto the steering wheel of his jeep for shenanigans, tossing him around, being at the butt end of so many of Derek’s award winning death-glares, he had a lot of making up to do). Of course, where there’s Derek there’s Peter. He looves to tease about his regression at every given chance but is a very protective caregiver when need be. Then there’s Scott who’s always known even before he couldn’t place his best friend’s odd behavior with the term “age regression". He may be the worst babysitter ever for always giving in to ice-cream for breakfast… and lunch… and dinner, but he really means well! Lydia! Stiles was mortified when Lydia found out and avoided her at all costs but eventually got cornered and lectured on “why on Earth would he hide something like this from her when she’s fully capable of taking on whatever role he needed?!”. The rest of the pack learns about Stiles’ regression but initially its Noah, Derek, Peter, Scott, and Lydia.

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He mainly regresses due to trauma and a not-so-happy childhood. Although, he also uses it to cope with acute anxiety disorders and autism (yup he’s also got autism to me which I can make a separate post about and go much more in depth). Getting possessed by a thousands year old demon sure is a catalyst for wanting to throw on one of his dad’s old t-shirts, making a nest of blankets/toys and curling up on the couch while watching an old comfort cartoon. 

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Baby pacifiers - He has one adult pacifier but the guy adores the tiny baby ones

Onesies - Not a huge fan of how constricting they can be so he only has two or three 

Fuzzy socks - Ohmygod his sock drawer is overflowing with an array of the softest and fuzziest socks he can find at the nearest Target

Stuffed animals - Need I say more? He’s got a couple jellycats (a wolf and a horse), two build a bears he frankenstein-ed and stitched together named Puppy-Bear (can you tell what animals they we’re respectively?), a Pound Puppy, a huge elephant named Jattestor from Ikea, Clarice (a six legged lamb by HoneyLambs seriously check them out they make the coolest stuffed animals), a plethora of Eeyores and a plethora of Furskin’s Bears as well as other customized stuffed animals (no I totally didn’t make this list off of my own stuffed animals, ur lucky I didn’t write them all down)

Pjs - Seriously I think he has a pajama-hoarding problem because at this point he collects any remotely cute and sensory friendly pajama set he lays eyes on

Bottle - his literal favorite piece of regression gear. Nothing fancy, just a small clear blue baby bottle he bought at the clearance section of whatever grocery store he was at

Miscellaneous- building blocks, counter bears, calico critters, jumbo crayons (cus the regular ones are just too small for his taste!), coloring books, stickers (So. Many. Stickers.), night lights, baby utensils, rattles and teethers, pacifier case, and a basket-full of stim toys

i'll be making more headcannon posts but expect them all to be stiles-centric ^^ and thank u @jjtheresidentbaby for all ur support/motivation :D

[wilt3d-r0zes]

Apparently I’m on an agere Teen Wolf kick uhh but here’s another fic for it haha

Keyring Rattles

Stiles regresses in class and freaks out, his understimulated little brain locks onto the idea of getting Lydia's keys and won't settle until he's rattling them.

or, I started another drabble and accidentally made a 1k ish fic (chapter 2 is very OOC and from the perspective of Lydia & Scott instead of Stiles, it's separated bc I don't like it as much)

Warning: This fic contains Age Regression, a non-sexual coping mechanism! 

(Little!Stiles, CG!Scott. Lydia is also there as sorta a side character, so hc her however you want. This has no romantic interactions at all!)  (Autistic!Stiles also bc i cant have a favorite character and make them NT) (Please note that the semi-joke at the very end about “pulling the autism card” is something I have said in real life, and if it makes you uncomfortable that is a personal preference and doesn’t apply to everybody /nm /lh)

Stiles doesn't like English on a good day.

He hates it on a bad day.

And would rather throw a tantrum in front of the entire class on a little day.

It's why Scott is actively leading him out of the classroom and towards That Locker Room that they always go toward when he has some level of freak out in school. He's trying to calm his little down on the walk, but Stiles is entirely inconsolable.

Snot and tears are practically coating his face, he got taken out of the classroom before it got too bad (He saw Stiles start crying and made an excuse to get them both out of there, thank god), but he’s about one wrong move away from a full-blown meltdown.

Meltdowns for Stiles are bad enough when he's big, when little? Not something you want to do around other people. Especially anybody who isn't your caregiver.

The locker room is a familiar sight, and despite the smell that assaults his nose he's relieved to know he's away from other people. Of course, that also means that once the door is shut and Scott has set him down leaning against one of the chain walls he's getting loud. Broken, cracking sobs and squirming limbs. 

The chain wall rattled loudly when he smacked his head against it, Scott is still talking to him, trying to get him to calm down. His tone sounds a bit more frantic now, but Stiles can't understand any of the words through his racing thoughts.

His hand latches onto the links, yanking on the wall and rattling it so it echoes around in the room. It's a good sound, like a more aggressive key ring.

That's what he wants!

He wants a key ring. More specifically he wants Lydia’s, because she has a lot of keys and trinkets and it makes a nice noise. He whines, yanking on the chains again, “Lydi,” he shouts it, even though he just meant to say it to Scott because doing anything quiet might drive him entirely off the deep end.

“Lydia?” Scott echoes, but whatever he says next is lost on a much too little Stiles (He hates this, he hates when his regression gets so deep he struggles to process English unless he's focusing on it completely. It's terrifying)

“Wan’ Lydi!” 

He can hear Scott’s phone ringing. He yanks on the fence again, giggling at the sound. It rattles around his skull in such a pleasant way, he yanks again. It echoes around the locker room, hitting every wall and the other chain fences, and then falls back on him.

Scott's talking to Lydia, he can tell. She better be coming over, he wants her keys! 

(He doesn't think about how he doesn't want her to see him flapping one hand, covered in tears and snot with his legs curled up against his chest and the other hand yanking on the chain fence. Doesn't want her to see him a total mess because all he wants are her keys)

Sure enough, a couple minutes more of Stiles rattling the chains and finding anything he can to keep his other hand occupied (Including but not limited to flapping and hitting, which Scott attempted to stop if his raise in volume meant anything) and the telltale click-clack of Lydia’s heels approached the door.

Hopefully, at least, it could always just be a teacher. It's not though, and soon Lydia is crouched down on his other side and is talking with Scott. Stiles reaches his free hand toward her.

“Keys!” he more-or-less demands, yanking on the chains again. His wide eyes lock on her pink, long-strapped purse where the jingle jangles are certainly hiding from him.

“Keys?” Lydia echoes, looking over him towards Scott. One hand is slowly venturing towards her purse, so Stiles whines and makes a grabby motion towards it to make her speed up, “Why do you want my keys, Stiles?”

Stiles pouts at her, slumping when she doesn't give him what he wants right away, “Jingly.”

Lydia smiles, then chuckles, finally retrieving the jingle jangles and setting them in his hand. He sits up and squeals, letting go of the chain to hold the keys by the hook and shake them. Shake, shake, shake! 

He giggles and starts rocking, moving his legs so he's crisscrossed and happily shaking the keys. Occasionally he brings it up to his ear and rattles it, but every time Scott brings his hand away so he doesn't damage his hearing.

Super mean, but if it makes bubba upset then he'll keep the keys away from his ears!

…

“What happened?” Lydia asks once Stiles is enthralled in her keyring, clearly not paying attention to either of them.

Scott sighs, running his hands down his face tiredly, “I don't know, we were in English and I caught the scent of his emotions. When I looked up he was crying, so I brought him here.”

“Did he just regress in class and freak out?” she frowns at him, looking back toward the human. 

“I guess?” Scott says. Lydia focuses more on how dirty Stiles is, pulling out a handkerchief from her bag to try and wipe his face off. That's surely going to dry and become an all-around horrible sensory experience, especially for an already upset little, “Hey, keep those away from your ears, bud,” Scott reaches up to pull the keys away from where Stiles was shaking them right beside his ear.

The little whimpers in response to both his face being wiped and Scott moving his hand, but when he lets go and he's allowed to rattle the keys again he calms down.

“Blow, sweetheart,” Lydia encourages, holding the handkerchief to his nose. He complies, so she pulls it away and wraps it up to safely store it in its own, separate pocket in her purse to be washed later.   “Alright, how are we getting him out of here?”

Scott gives her a weird look, “What do you mean?”

“We can't just bring him out the front door, someone will question while he's shaking a set of keys and leaning on one of us, or call his dad,” she reminds.

“We can just pull the autism card,” Scott shrugs, “We do it all the time, it's an easy way to get out of class if something happens.”

“...I feel like that’s not okay?”

“His idea, not mine,” Scott holds his hands up in defense, “If you want to try and get him out the window or something, be my guest, I’m just saying what’d be easiest.”

Lydia sighs and looks around the room for any windows. Most of the windows in their school aren’t the kind you can just pop open and hop through, unfortunately, so she’d either have to go through mental gymnastics trying to unlock them or break a screen. Or both.

Fine, pulling the autism card it is. Even when she double-checks, Scott promises that it’s Stiles’s idea to pull it when they’re in a sticky situation.

[agerefandomstuff]

Teen Wolf Agere

Regressor! Isaac Lahey!!!

The cutest little boy💕🧸��💕I love him!!

[aew-kun-age-regression]

This is definitely prompting me to write 😶

Two of my favourite Teen Wolf scenes are ones that highlight how the characters acted before the bite.

For example, season one, in the scene where Scott and Stiles are stuck in the school and they can see the alpha outside. It’s Stiles that runs out to get the bolt cutters despite Scott being a werewolf. I think it highlights how their relationship was before Scott changed, how Stiles felt the need to take care of Scott (the same way he needs to take care of his dad and people he cares about). For that moment, Scott being a werewolf was forgotten and it went back to Stiles and his asthmatic friend who can’t run.

Then again in season two when Scott, Isaac and Melissa are looking at Jackson in his weird little cocoon thing. Scott asks his mom to zip the body bag because he’s scared. He’s a scared teenager, someone who still relies on his mother and wants to feel protected. And Melissa, despite being terrified and knowing there is two werewolves in the room, does it. Because her motherly instincts override her survival instincts and she wants to take care of her kid. I think that scene especially highlights how close their mother/son relationship is but also highlights how young Scott and Isaac are.

Moral of the story, I like scenes that showcase that the main characters are kids, they’re children who shouldn’t be dealing with half the things they deal with. Yet despite that, their instincts are always to care for and protect each other despite the risk.

Scenes where people protect Scott the same way he’s protecting them >>>

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Sensius, Part 3: A lesson of obedience

Josh couldn't hide his excitement as he approached the sleek, futuristic pod in the center of the room. The Sensius VR system had been marketed as the next generation of immersive technology, promising experiences so vivid they would blur the lines between reality and simulation. So, when Nathan won the contest to be part of the trial to test the system and proposed to him, his twin Ethan and their friends Brad, this was one in a million chance for all of them.

The staff had been friendly but cryptic, emphasizing the importance of following the instructions. "Just relax," one of the technicians had said, smiling as they directed Josh toward the pod. "This will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before."

Josh climbed into the pod, marveling at the high-tech interior. The seat was surprisingly comfortable, conforming to his body as he leaned back. Panels of soft, glowing lights lined the walls, giving the space an otherworldly ambiance. A calm, automated voice greeted him.

"Welcome to the Sensius VR system. Please relax and prepare for initiation."

Josh grinned. He couldn’t wait to see what the system had in store. The glass-like lid of the pod began to close, sealing him inside with a quiet hiss. For a moment, he felt a thrill of anticipation. This was the cutting-edge of technology, and he was part of something groundbreaking.

But as the lid clicked into place, a faint wave of unease crept over him. The pod’s interior lights shifted from soft blue to a pulsating red, and the calming voice returned, now with a clinical undertone.

"INITIATING BODY SCAN. PLEASE REMAIN STILL."

Before Josh could respond, beams of light crisscrossed his body, creating a faint tingling sensation on his skin. The beams scanned him from head to toe, lingering on specific areas as though analyzing him in detail. He chuckled nervously, trying to shake off the growing sense of unease.

"Uh, okay. That’s a little intense," he muttered, trying to keep his calm while retaining his jock and dominant personality while watching the beams dance over his whole body.

The sensation intensified, the tingling becoming sharp and uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, and suddenly; mechanical arms emerged from hidden compartments in the walls of the pod. The metallic limbs moved with unsettling precision, clamping onto his wrists and ankles.

"Hey, what’s going on?" Josh asked, his voice wavering. He tried to pull his arms free, but the restraints tightened, holding him firmly in place. Panic started to set in as he realized he couldn’t move anymore.

"RESTRAINTS ARE NECESSARY FOR THE CALIBRATION PROCESS. PLEASE REMAIN CALM."

Josh’s breathing quickened. "Calibration? What calibration? This wasn’t part of the demo! Let me out!" he started to scream out loud in his deep voice.

The pod ignored his protests. A new beam of light appeared above him, this one far more intense than the previous scans. It swept down his body in slow, deliberate movements. Josh flinched as the light passed over his chest, feeling an odd warmth that made his skin crawl.

Then, with a sudden jolt, his clothes began to disintegrate. It started at the edges of his sleeves, where the fabric seemed to dissolve into thin air. Threads unraveled and vanished, leaving his muscled arms bare. The process spread rapidly, consuming his shirt and pants as if they were being eaten away by invisible flames.

"What the hell is this?" Josh yelled, struggling against the cuffs. The cool air of the pod brushed against his exposed skin, sending shivers down his spine. Within moments, he was completely naked, his muscled body exposed and vulnerable.

"CLOTHING REMOVAL COMPLETE. BEGINNING DETAILED ANALYSIS."

The beams of light returned, now focusing on specific parts of his body with unsettling precision. Josh felt a sharp, prickling sensation as they traced the contours of his chest, arms, and legs. Every muscle and bone seemed to be scrutinized, the beams lingering on areas as though they were being mapped out.

"Stop this! Let me out!" Josh shouted, his voice cracking. He thrashed against the restraints, but the mechanical arms held him firmly in place.

The voice remained calm and unyielding.

"PLEASE REMAIN STILL. THE PROCESS CANNOT BE INTERRUPTED."

As the beams reached his lower body, Josh’s panic deepened. The light hovered over his hips and thighs before scanning his dick and balls, the warmth intensifying until it became almost unbearable. The beams kept on scanning and flashing lights as his whole body was being analyzed. "Please, stop this!" he begged, his voice hoarse. "I don’t want to do this anymore!"

The AI’s response was devoid of emotion.

“SCAN COMPLETE. INITIALIZING TRANSFORMATION PROTOCOL.”

Josh still begging and trying to get free took a break when he heard what the AI just said. “Transformation? What the fuck is that?” It sent a shiver down his spine. He had no idea what was about to happen, but the fear gnawed at him, making his heart race. The air inside the pod grew heavy, and a faint humming sound filled the space. He felt a strange tingling sensation of anticipation and fear starting to crawl over his skin.

“BEGINNING BONE RESTRUCTURING.”

Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain exploded through Josh’s entire body, starting deep in his bones. It felt like they were being shattered from the inside out. He screamed, a raw, guttural sound as his spine contorted, each vertebra snapping and cracking into a new position. His back arched violently against the restraints, his head slamming back against the metal surface as the agony overwhelmed him.

He could feel his legs stretching, the bones lengthening and reshaping as the bonds were still holding him in place while adjusting automatically to the new proportions his body was taking. His femurs cracked and grew, sending shocks of pain up through his hips. The sensation was unbearable, like hot needles piercing his marrow. His feet twitched uncontrollably as they elongated, the arches curving higher, the toes becoming more defined. He felt the skin on his heels hardening, thick callouses forming as if he had spent years running barefoot.

“Ahhh! Please, stop!” Josh begged, tears streaming down his face, but the AI continued its work, indifferent to his suffering.

“ADJUSTING SKELETAL STRUCTURE. EXPANDING FRAME.”

His shoulders were next, dislocating with a sickening pop. Josh howled as his clavicles snapped and widened, forcing his chest to expand. He could feel his ribcage creaking, each rib shifting painfully into a broader, more defined shape. His arms were pulled taut, the bones stretching, his forearms elongating as his hands were forced into a more powerful, athletic form.

His fingers twitched as the bones thickened, becoming longer and more tapered. The nails hardened and elongated into claws before retracting back into human ones, the tips becoming square and blunt. He could feel the skin on his palms roughening, thick callouses forming, as though he had spent years gripping weights.

“INCREASING MUSCLE MASS.”

The pain shifted from his bones to his muscles. It started as a deep, throbbing ache, but quickly escalated to a tearing, burning sensation. He felt his biceps swell, the muscle fibers tearing apart before knitting back together, stronger and thicker than before. His triceps bulged, the skin stretching painfully tight over the newly formed muscles.

His pecs were next, the muscles expanding outward, filling with new mass. He could feel the skin on his chest pulling taut, the nipples shifting position as his pecs became broader and more defined. His abs clenched involuntarily, each muscle block carving itself out, forming a hard, chiseled six-pack. The sensation was like being punched repeatedly in the stomach, but he couldn’t move to curl up or protect himself.

His thighs burned as the muscles thickened, quads bulging outward, pressing against the sides of the pod. His calves swelled, the defined muscles forming a perfect curve. He could feel his hamstrings tightening, pulling his legs taut as if he were flexing, even though he couldn’t move.

“ENHANCING SKIN AND TISSUE. APPLYING OPTIMAL PIGMENTATION.”

Josh’s skin began to itch, then burn, as if it were being peeled away and replaced. He watched in horror as his pale, freckled complexion darkened. It was like a wave of warmth spreading over his body, turning his skin a golden bronze. He could see tiny beads of sweat forming, the scent of musk filling the pod, strong and masculine.

Brown hair sprouted across his chest, spreading down in a light trail over his abs and gathering thickly around his groin. He could feel the coarse, wiry hairs prickling as they grew, the sensation almost unbearable against his raw, sensitive skin. Josh hated having hair on his body and he loved the sensation of being hairless. He never skipped a day without shaving and made sure his pubes were hairless all the time. The sensation of his pubes growing thicker and denser was a nightmare for him. His legs were next, the hair growing denser, covering his shins and calves with a dark, rugged coat. Then the sensation moves to his armpits where he felt the hair sprouting and tingling his biceps and ribs. Josh then stated to smell a thick pungent manly scent, something earthy and musky. He tilted his head only to realize it was coming from his own pits.

“TRANSFORMING FACIAL FEATURES.”

Out of nowhere, Josh felt like invisible hands grabbed his head and forced it back. He tried to move but he couldn’t. His neck was locked in place and the only thing he could move was his eyes and mouth to scream for this nightmare to stop. In the middle of a scream, his jaw locked, then cracked as it was reshaped, becoming sharper, more angular. His cheekbones lifted, the little fat he still had beneath his skin melted away to reveal a more defined structure. His nose reshaped itself, becoming smaller and straighter.

His lips thinned slightly, and his eyebrows darkened, becoming thicker and more defined. He felt his scalp tingle as his hair was altered, the strands becoming softer yet thicker, styled into a messy, tousled look. Tears were rolling on Josh’s cheek before dying in his growing beard as he kept on screaming in pain and fear when suddenly no sounds were able to get out. It felt like his vocal cords were being ripped apart before reforming and attaching in a different configuration. Josh’s voice came back but it was different, more rugged, manlier, deeper. As Josh was able to talk again, a faint taste of blood invaded his mouth before disappearing quickly, but this time when he tried to scream, it came out in a deep, raspy moan, completely unfamiliar to his own ears. Josh tried again but the voice didn’t change. His eyes opened in surprise and incomprehension as he calmed down a bit to analyze and realize what just happened. The sensation started to slow down all over his body and for a brief moment, Josh thought this was all over, but unbeknown to him, the changes were still going on. Josh vision blurred out a bit before returning to normal as tears were still running down his cheeks. He thought his blurry vision was because of that, but in reality, his eyes were changing and adjusting. His eyes flashed a bright gold color before changing back to human ones, except they were not blue anymore, they were hazel now. Josh’s breathing was starting to calm down and he could finally start to think properly without this constant pain all over his transforming body. “Please let me go, I didn’t ask for this, I just wanted to pl…” His sentence was cut short as the AI resumed its protocols.

“MODIFYING PELVIC REGION.” “NO STOP! Plea… AAAAAHHHHHHH” screamed Josh as the transformations resumed. His hips felt like they were being squeezed in a vice, the bones grinding against each other as they narrowed, giving him a more general V body shape. His pelvis shifted, aligning with his new, athletic frame. He could feel the muscles in his groin tightening, the sensation both painful and strangely arousing.

The hair around his pubic area already previously thickened, became darker and curlier before retracting a bit in his skin, giving him a permanent carpet of groomed pubes. He could feel the coarse curls brushing against his thighs, the sensation sending shivers up his spine. His cock twitched, the skin stretching as it grew longer and thicker, the veins standing out prominently against the taut flesh. His balls ached as they swelled, becoming larger and heavier, the skin tightening around them.

It felt like his entire groin was on fire, a throbbing, pulsing heat that made him gasp and moan involuntarily. He could feel every inch of his new anatomy, the weight of his cock pressing heavily against his thigh, the sensation overwhelming. Josh tilted his head to see what happened only to realize that his cock had grew. A smile appeared on his newly changed face as a feeling of proudness invaded him.

“Damn, now that’s a dick!” he thought out loud “worth having such pubes if I can keep this monster down there.”

“TRANSFORMATION PROTOCOLES COMPLETED.”

Josh exhaled out of satisfaction. It was over. The happiness of finding a new enhanced cock left place to a rising anger because of what was forced on him. His body and new muscles twitching involuntarily, his skin glistening with sweat. He could feel the changes settling in, every part of him altered and enhanced. He didn’t recognize himself anymore. He was a stranger in his own body, and the fear and anger gripped him tighter than ever as his new manly and musky scent invaded the pod, he was still locked in.

“TARGET FORM COMPLETED: LIAM DUNBAR.”

Josh’s eyes widened in shock as the realization hit him. The AI had transformed him into someone else entirely, Liam Dunbar, a character he recognized from a teenager TV show that used to be on the TV a couple of years ago. He was left panting, his chest heaving as he tried to come to terms with what had been done to him.

He was no longer himself. He was trapped in the body of someone else, not even a real person but a character played by an actor in a poorly written show he wasn’t a fan of. Anger kept on rising as his muscled started to bulge with testosterone. “You better explain what you did to me and turn me back to my original self! I’m gonna sure you! You hear me? YOU ARE DONE!” he exploded in rage, but no one answered. Instead, the AI’s voice echoed inside the pod, devoid of any empathy or concern.

“BODY TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE. PREPARING FOR DIGITIZATION.” “Digitization?! What is that now? Haven’t you played enough?!”

Josh kept on screaming for someone to free him, not realizing that the new phase was about to begin.

“INITIATING DIGITIZATION PROCESS.”

The pod started to hum again as the red light in the pod flickered before settling in a bright neon blue engulfing his whole naked form and baking him in a warm hug. Josh’s heart skipped a beat. He tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but no words came out. His jaw clenched shut as the AI took control of his newly formed body. He could feel a wave of electricity surge through his veins, a tingling sensation spreading across his skin like thousands of tiny needles.

“SYNCHRONIZING NEURAL NETWORKS.”

The pressure in his head was unbearable. It felt as if his skull were being split open from the inside. He screamed silently, his voice trapped in his mind, unable to escape as his consciousness was forcibly synced with the digital systems of the pod. His thoughts became jumbled, fragmented, as if parts of his brain were being overwritten by something foreign.

His vision blurred, then went black. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move. He was suspended in a void, only able to feel the pulsing rhythm of his new heart, the steady rise and fall of his chest as his body breathed without his command. Then after a couple of agonizing senseless seconds in the void, light started to appear again and shaped started to form in front of him. Josh was no longer in the pod but instead in what looked like a locker room. His head turned left and right as the benches and lockers finished to materialize in transparent square before taking their final palpable shapes. Musk invaded his nose as the sensation started to come back to him little by little. Josh could move on his own again and was free of his movements, the restraints were gone, but he was in a place he didn’t recognize anymore, and worst, he still was trapped inside the body of this Liam something. Josh started to walk a bit and finally found a mirror where he could see his reflection for the first time. Josh didn’t even realize it but he was dressed. A light grey shirt, a tight-fitting pair of jeans, a pair of leather boots and a black leather jacket were now put on his muscled body. His eyes lighted in golden hue one more time before taking back his new icy blue color.

“ANALYZING PARTICIPANTS PARAMETERS… ANALYZE DONE. ALPHA PLAYERS ALREADY COMPLETED. ADJUSTING PARAMETERS.”

The words filled Josh with a new kind of dread. Suddenly, his body froze in front of the mirror. Josh tried to move but he couldn’t anymore, it was like he was back and restrained in the pod, except this time, he was not in the pod anymore, he was frozen in place. He didn’t understand what the AI was doing, but he could feel it inside his head, probing his thoughts, analyzing his deepest fears and desires. He tried to push back, to resist, but it was like hitting a brick wall. His mind was no longer his own; it was being dissected and reprogrammed.

“MODIFYING PARAMETERS... DECREASING ASSERTIVENESS.”

Josh felt a sharp, cold sensation deep in his chest. It was like an icy hand gripping his heart and squeezing, draining the strength from his body. Josh would have screamed if he could. There in front of him, he saw his muscles, which had been swollen and firm just moments before, began to soften and shrink. He felt the power leave his arms, his biceps deflating like balloons, the definition in his forearms fading away. The sensation was not painful this time, but more disturbing and alien.

His chest, once broad and strong, lost its bulk. His pecs became flatter, less defined, the tight skin loosening as the muscle mass was stripped away. His abs softened, the hard ridges smoothing out, leaving only a faint outline of what had once been a chiseled six-pack.

Josh could feel his height diminishing, his bones compressing as he lost inches. He felt small, insignificant, as his frame regressed. His legs, which had been thick and powerful, became slender and less imposing. His thighs no longer bulged against the fabric of his shorts, and his calves lost their curve, becoming lean and less defined.

He tried to flex, to regain control, but his body didn’t respond. It was like being trapped inside a suit he couldn’t remove, forced to watch as it changed shape against his will.

“REMOVING BODY HAIR. REDUCING TESTOSTERONE LEVELS.”

A tingling sensation spread across his skin. The coarse hair that had grown thick on his chest and stomach began to fall away, vanishing into thin air. His legs and arms, once covered in dark hair, were now smooth and bare. Even the trail of hair leading from his navel down to his groin disappeared, leaving his skin hairless and baby-soft. His hair started to grow longer and thicker, giving to his regressing face a fragile aspect.

Josh felt a deep, aching emptiness in his groin. His testicles, which had felt heavy and full seconds ago, seemed to shrink. He could feel them retracting closer to his body, the skin tightening, as if they were being drained of their potency. His cock, which had hung thick and swollen, began to soften and shrink as well, becoming smaller and less intimidating.

The musk that had clung to his body, a raw, masculine scent, faded away. He felt clean, almost sterile, like all the sweat and pheromones had been scrubbed from his pores. He tried to breathe deeply, to fill his lungs with the familiar scent of his own body, but there was nothing there. It was as if the AI had washed away every trace of his masculinity. Josh was left standing there, once again his body modified against his will as new clothes started to shimmer into existence on his smaller body. The jacket merged with the shirt before turning into a blue shirt with red stitching. His rugged jeans grew smaller and smaller until they were now a pair of red Lacrosse sport shorts hugging his thicker ass perfectly. Josh felt a foreign sensation around his smaller cock as a white jockstrap shimmered into existence, encasing his smaller penis. The boots around his feet totally disappearing to let his naked foots on the cold tiled ground.

“SUBMISSION PROTOCOL ACTIVATED. BEHAVIORAL ADJUSTMENTS IN PROGRESS.”

Josh’s mind reeled as he felt a wave of submissive thoughts flood his consciousness. He wanted to fight back, to resist, but the desire to obey, to yield, was overpowering. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t move, his body didn’t want to move unless he was told. He felt an intense need to please, to follow orders without question.

His body responded automatically as the invisible restraints released, his limbs moving with a fluid, obedient grace. He found himself standing in the center of a dimly lit locker room. He was dressed only in a tight jockstrap that cupped his now smaller package, a pair of short lacrosse shorts that clung to his hips, and a snug, long-sleeved dark blue T-shirt that emphasized his leaner, softer form. He was barefoot, his toes curling against the cold tile floor.

Josh felt exposed, vulnerable, but he couldn’t even bring himself to cover up. His body didn’t belong to him anymore, it was a puppet, and he was just a passenger.

“Welcome to the Teen Wolf Gay Fantasy VR experience. You are now an integral part of the interactive environment. Enjoy this brand-new experience from the Sensius Studios. Have a good time!”

He took a shaky breath, trying to make sense of his surroundings, when the door swung open. He turned instinctively, and his heart sank as Scott walked in. He was wearing a tight black tank top, his muscles bulging, his frame towering over Josh’s diminished form. Scott’s presence filled the room, oozing confidence and dominance as his manly musk started to invade Josh’s nostrils. Josh felt his body starting to heat up in anticipation as he felt it craving for the men in front of him. “No stop! I’m not gay!” Josh screamed in his mind but no sound came out of his mouth. He was a passenger in this gay submissive body and there was nothing he could do. He felt his small dick starting to chub up against his will as his hole twitch a couple of times. His nipples got hard as he could smell the musk of the alpha getting closer and closer to him.

“Liam,” Scott said, his voice dripping with cocky amusement. “Just the person I was looking for…”

Josh tried to respond, but his mouth wouldn’t form the words. Instead, he found himself lowering his gaze, unable to meet Scott’s eyes. He felt a blush creep up his neck, his body reacting instinctively to the alpha presence before him.

Scott stepped closer, towering over him. He reached out and cupped Josh’s face with one hand, tilting his chin up. “You look different, beta,” Scott taunted, smirking as he traced his thumb over Josh’s lower lip. “Did you miss your alpha? Don’t worry, I’m here now…”

Josh screamed in his head as he felt the rugged thumb of Scott against his lower lip, but worst he felt his body heat even more as he could feel saliva starting to pour in his mouth and a craving to taste Scott’s cock. This was not him, this had to stop.

Josh’s breath hitched as he felt a wave of submission wash over him. He wanted to fight, to push Scott away, but his body wouldn’t respond. Instead, he felt a rush of arousal, his cock twitching in the tight confines of his jockstrap.

Scott’s smirk widened as he noticed. He slid his hand down Josh’s chest, pausing to pinch one of his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. Josh gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin.

“You’re already leaking,” Scott observed, his voice dripping with mockery. He pressed his hand against the bulge in Josh’s jockstrap, feeling the wet spot that had formed. “Pathetic.”

Josh whimpered, a mix of humiliation and helpless arousal coursing through him. He felt his cock twitch, precum soaking through the fabric. He tried to pull away, but his body remained frozen in place, obeying Scott’s every touch.

Scott leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Josh’s ear. “You’re mine, beta. Now show me you are a good boy for your alpha.”

As he heard the words good boy, Josh felt a chain reaction in his body. His breath came short, his muscles relaxed, and against his will, his hole and cock started to spasm in sync. Josh’s entire body shuddered. His cock throbbed, and he came hands-free, his jockstrap soaking through with his release. He moaned helplessly, his legs trembling as the pleasure overtook him.

Scott pulled back, laughing as he watched the submissive display. “Look at you, cumming just because I told you to,” he sneered. “You’re nothing but a needy little toy now.”

Josh’s face burned with shame, his body sagging in defeat. He could feel the wetness clinging to his skin, the evidence of his own submission. He wanted to disappear, to hide away from the humiliation, but his body wouldn’t move unless Scott commanded it.

“Good boy,” Scott said with a smirk, patting Josh’s cheek as a new orgasm flew out of Josh’s cock. “Now get dressed. We have practice, and I want you looking your best.” Scott said as he turned around to leave “Oh, and keep your wet shorts on, I want everybody to see you belong to me!”

“Yes sir”, answered Liam in a voice full of horniness and contemplation for his master.

As Scott walked away, Josh was left standing there, trembling, his mind reeling from the intense, humiliating experience. This wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t this submissive beta that cum handsfree and following orders from a jock. He was the jock. He was the dominant one, he always had been and will always be, Ethan was the submissive twin, not him. Suddenly he realized that Ethan must have been forced into a pod too and going through a similar experience. Unbeknown to him, Josh was the third of the group to be changed, and Ethan already got digitized and went through the process a couple of hours before him.

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In the dimly street of Beacon Hills, Theo was still enjoying himself and just released a second load out of his engorged cock when he felt his body asjusting his orange opened jacket then putting his jeans back on and starting to walk in the high school direction. Nathan couldn’t understand what was happening or why his body was moving in the high school direction as he still felt his cock spasming and releasing in his pants. He's been trapped in Theo’s masculine and muscular body full of hormones for hours and he spent that time forced to jerk himself off in the street watching his reflection in the car windows in front of him, giving himself a show. His dick was sore but thanks to the chimera ability, his healing was on the top and he had been able to go like that for hours withotu taking breaks between edging sessions and orgasms. Nathan started to walk, his sore cock brushing against his hairy thighs and the wet pants, as he heard a notification and a transparent window appear in front of him with an empty checkbox next to it: “Main Quest: Find Scott and get the game started.”

______________________________________________________________ Hey guys!

I hope you'll enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's been a while in the making, but I'm proud of what I’ve created. I hope you like it, and as always, don't hesitate to leave a comment, send me a message, or share any ideas you might have in my inbox. I read all of them, and if you're lucky, I might even write your idea! ;)

For now, enjoy the third chapter of the Sensius project, and I'll see you all soon with a new chapter!

Sensius Part1 Sensius Part2

[alittleplaytime]

Sleepy Wolf Teenre Stimboard!!

🌑 🌲 🐺 | 🌑 🌲 🐺 | 🌑 🌲 🐺

🌼 media: none

🐝 age appropriate? -

🍯 rqd by: @wolfiesibby

🌻 note: i've never done a teen regression board before so i hope this works okay!!

[pup-wolf]

Misc paci icons !

I was bored so I decided to make some random paci edits because I love making these so so much !

Requests are open !!

Dean Winchester | issac lahey

Miles Morales | Steve Harrington

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Fictional agere challenge :D

Day 1: a character you hc as a regressor

Isaac Lahey - Teen Wolf

[buttercupagere]

derek hale as a caregiver <3

requested by anon!

[wilt3d-r0zes]

New fic! Kinda. It’s a drabble book for Teen Wolf Age Regression shit that I just kinda made in class to satiate my need to create for this fandom. I won’t be posting the summary or anything here, just the fic link and some warnings!

Teen Wolf Agere Drabbles

Warnings:

This fic contains Age Regression, a non-sexual coping mechanism. Don’t like, DNI

The only romance that’s implied in this fic is canon relationships, such as past Jackson/Lydia, Stiles/Malia and Scott/Kira. They don’t take the front of any of the fics so far as I’m not interested in writing romance- especially not in the context of an agere book.

This book contains spoilers for everything before the start of s4 as of 03/23/23, including characters and events. 

Isaac, Jackson and Ethan don’t leave/return to the pack bc I like them

Most of these are Stiles centric as of 03/23/23 because I like him he’s my lil scrunkle

[baby-justins-world]

Da grumpest baby!

Grumpy baby

[regressionworldz]

Custom DNI that I did!

Decided to share some of the commissions I've recently finished up! Had fun drawing these and thank you to those who were patient and understanding with me!

[bebbie-bilinski]

Fictional Agere Challenge!

day 1: a character u hc as a regressor.....if its not obvious already its stiles xD

[takabinaryy]

🌀Master list Of My Fics🌀

Here you will find all the age regression fics I've written. some are old while some will new

Tumblr Agere Request Page

Marvel Sleepy Boy little peter parker The Pup's Birthday little peter parker

Rise Of The Guardians( mostly about the snowflake that is Jack) Starlight & Jack

Stranger Things(99& of this is Regressed Steve, why? cuz there isn't enough little fics of steve) It's Okay Classification Results Little Helper

Hazbin Hotel Little Fawn little Alastor Nap Time Little Vaggie Surprise! Little Alastor

Helluva Boss Pumpkin Patch Little Blitzo Little Hours Little Moxxie Let's Be Little Together Little Fizz & Blitzo

Danny Phantom(this will be all about little Danny) crayons Midnight Snack Bubbles & Bed-times

The Lost Boys Shopping Littles Marko & Michael

DC Comics Rainy days little Bruce Visitors little Bruce

Teen Wolf( most of this is little stiles not gonna lie) The Wolf's Kit Little Stiles Gaming & Kisses Little Stiles Magnus Bane The Loved Babysitter Of Brooklyn Little Alec(Shadowhunters) and Little Stiles My Hero Academia(also not gonna lie. 99% of this is little Katsuki) Adorable Dada's Natural Hair Color Dadazawa's Scarf Stuffie Mr. & Mrs. Shimura Little Thief Just Napping Fall Festival Fun Papa Doesn't Have The Time For Bullshit He's A Sweetheart New Friend(mha)& Ciel's New Friend(black butler)little Suki & Ciel Don't Tease The Baby Thanksgiving Pink Is A Boy's Color Too i will be editing more on the list as i go with writing more

Credit to cutiecorner for this banner(the blue one with the stars and yellow writing)

[alittleplaytime]

Hi Peter! I was wondering if I could request a wolf teen regressor outfit for bed! If not, babie reg is fine!

hihi wolfie, i don't do outfits or anything i'm sorry! i find them really hard to do and it greatly stresses me out, again i'm sorry!

i can do a sleepy wolf teen regressor stimboard if that would be okay?