An Overwatch TF
(Female Age Progression, Female Age Regression)


“Hey, Moira! Que pasa?” Sombra chuckled, sauntering into the scientist’s lab. The redhead didn’t immediately reply, so Sombra decided to give her a clap on the back to get her attention. This was the wrong thing to do, for Moira let out an imaginative oath. It was echoed by the sound of breaking glass, and the hiss of vapor.

“Well, that’s not good.” Moira said dryly, looking to the shattered vial and to the expanding cloud of gas emanating from it. She sighed, tapping her foot and looking to the Hispanic woman. “I think we have a problem on our hands.” Sombra at least had the decency to look guilty before she began to transform.

Sombra gasped, clutching as her chest as it expanded. It was a quick spurt of growth and it left her bosoms heavy and full like a mother’s breasts swilling with milk. It was a change Moira followed with her eyes hungrily, even as she slowly craned her neck up to Sombra. With a start, she realized that the woman was getting taller.

“This should be an age regression serum, not a growth enhancer.” Moira muttered, her brow furrowing. She was blissfully unaware that the Latina’s height was unchanged, and that she was the one shrinking. The tall woman was regressing in height, her equipment seeming to rise around her as she dwindled in stature. Her clothing was changing to match, shifting from robes to a tight jumper.

Sombra noticed this, but was distracted by the foggy feeling in her mind. It was getting harder to think of herself as Sombra the hacker, and easier to think of herself as Sombra the yoga instructor. She lost her self-learned hacking knowledge and learned a university education’s worth of physical fitness. Ironically, she was less intelligent for it.

“What the heck is this?” Sombra grunted, looking down to her bosom, shuddering against as another wave of growth went through her. It swayed her changing hair, which was lengthening to past her shoulders in a conservative bob. It also jiggled her heavy breasts, the damp spots in her shirt further spreading. She gasped, pressing her breasts together, watching as twin dots of cream seeped into her shirt.

“I don’t know,” Moira began, intending to finish her sentence with something insulting, only to realize that she actually didn’t know. Her experiments were intended to reduce age, not progress it! By all rights and regards, Sombra should have been de-aging, not… Growing! Unless… Moira looked down with alarm, finding that she looked more like a kid than a grownu-than an adult.

“Don’t you take that tone with me!” Sombra snapped, the words coming instinctively to her mind. She looked down to the diminishing redhead, watching as she regressed from a middle-aged woman to a high schooler, then to a tween. Protective maternal feelings began to well up in Sombra’s ample bosom, and she placed her hands on her hips. “I might not be your birth mother, but I’m still your mother!”

“No! You’re not mommy, you’re Tawon empwoyee!” Moira’s brow furrowed in scorn. Her chubby fingers clutched at her teddie, feeling a pattern stamped into it. The young redhead’s hair lengthened into pigtails as she frowned at the words emblazoned on her shirt. “Scy-en-tist… To…” It was getting harder and harder to read, and she began to panic.

“Sommy! Can’t ree-ree!” Moira pointed to her shirt with a finger, desperately searching for words that she could use to convey her distress. They had to be intelligent and direct, so that her addled friend could understand she was horrified by this loss of her intelligence. “Moiwy hungy!” Perfect.

The new MILF scooped her baby girl up into her arms, rocking her softly and cooing as the toddler latched onto her dark nipple. Soon, little Moira began to suckle at her breast, her small hands pressing into Sombra’s soft bosom. Even if the toddler hadn’t come from her womb, she loved her all the same. Maybe someday she’d find a guy who’d be willing to move into their little family, but for now this was enough.