Nicely done. Do you have any socials? Would love it even more if his officers cap was more accurate to real uniform.

Nicely done!

I'm guessing this was LTX2 with the vibes I'm getting. Are you using a lora or just a specific prompt to get these results?

>>45884
Yes this is perfect! Thank you very much

Hang Max Goof nude please

Can the killer of your choice rip Tails head off with spine attached?

>>45880
Could you do White Lily Cookie's body in the glass coffin being fucked by Gingerbrave?

Requesting to hang Tari western style

For Maria, the fight came to an utterly tragic end - skewered belly-first onto the butcher's hook, she struggled for a few agonizing moments to hold off the inevitable, but the sheer weight of her massive, bloated belly sealed her fate. The sharp, rusty hook tore through her enormous, stuffed gut with a sickening crunch, slashing and shredding everything in its brutal path, spilling her innards out and ripping her wide open from the pubic bone all the way up to the sternum. Even that wasn't the end of her torment - her ribcage was wrenched apart with another vicious crack, painfully yanked outward in a grotesque display, while her guts dangled in a slick, dripping clump from the gaping slash in her eviscerated belly.

Here, I wanted to capture in the animation how Ermac rams her severed head into her body like a goddamn cannonball, making her massive pregnant gut jolt and shudder violently from the brutal, sudden thrust. The head slides right in effortlessly through the gaping neck wound, straight into her bloated belly, causing it to bulge out grotesquely and distend even further with the unnatural intrusion. As it pushes deeper and reaches her stomach, her enormous swollen belly stretches taut and balloons massively from the sheer volume of this horrific "stuffing" crammed inside. I aimed to really nail that sickening effect of her gut being stuffed full, like it's about to burst at the seams from the impossible overload.

Would love to see a hole through the belly finisher

Now I've got a Patreon, but no subscriptions yet. Drop by if you're interested - I'll be pushing it harder and updating more actively soon.

https://www.patreon.com/aintNormal

>>45964
Yes, but first Ermac will grind all her guts in that belly of hers using her own head, and only then spill her intestines and everything else... Anyway, it's a custom Fatality, specially tailored to the "features" of this fighter.

>>5861
looking good anon should consider in future posting more angles if possible to show it off? love it!

>>29920
Stop bumping dead threads you Dickhead. Been 3 years. Is your whole mission in life to post with no text just to keep your shiny bauble of the moment current? And then in some where there is plenty of activity. There may be more than one of you. Still Dickheads.

Hey man I think your animation was nice its a great start hope you continue

Part 2/3

Life in the house on a hill was very comfortable. Unlike their previous small apartment, everyone had their own private space, which significantly boosted their confidence. John secured several new contracts for meat sluts, and the company began to thrive even more. Valentina began to improve her studies and even started dating a very handsome guy who promised to decapitate her during the prom.

Only Maria had stopped robbing random sluts on the beach. Partly because tending to the entire house required much more time, but mainly because her lust was now focused on one specific person.

About a month after moving in, the quiet afternoon was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Maria, dressed in a red dress, approached the door and opened it.

"Good evening," Mave greeted her with a smile. "I'm here for the rent."

She was dressed very elegantly. She wore suit trousers, a white shirt, and a green tie. Maria sighed loudly, grabbed her tie, and pulled her inside. In the hallway, she began kissing her and removing her clothes. By the time they reached the living room, they were both naked.

John smiled, but Maria didn't let him just watch. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. The three of them were already carried away by their ecstasy and began caressing and arousing each other.

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Part 3/3

John and Mave were sitting at the table together, doing taxes. Living in one’s own house wasn’t all sex and fun, as it seemed. They were both naked though, as this task was so boring, they couldn’t help themselves but to distract themselves fucking for a good hour, before they decided to return to it. As the redhead emptied her husband’s testicles dry, they had no more excuse. The only garment Mave wore was her black eyepatch.

Suddenly, the front door opened. Valentina entered the house, slammed the door behind, and stormed down the hall toward the stairs. John and Mave followed her with their eyes. Then they looked at each other.

"I'll talk to her," the father suggested.

He got up from the table, went upstairs, and cautiously approached his daughter's bedroom door.

"Val? Is everything okay?"

He waited a moment for a reaction, but there was none.

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Great story! I quite enjoyed the ultracasual nature of this story world and the weird family dynamics.

It was a fun story and I enjoyed it properly, but I still wish there were younger characters too. If anything, it feels artificial how everyone in the story conveniently stopped having kids exactly 18 years ago. Although I guess it's better than some stories I've seen where despite living in a world of casual sex it just never occurs to anyone to have sex before their 18th birthday.

>>29296 I can totally agree with you! However, I wanted to post it on r/GuroErotica as well and they have some strict rules when it comes to minors. I had to restrain myself every now and them.

Wow! That’s amazing! Are you using a ComfyUI workflow for that one or something else?

Surgical guro is my absolute favorite ppl NEED to post more

>>18907
Soo hot anons, keep this thread bumped

FUCK ASS

FUCK ASS 2

test

>>128888
Must have browsed right past that. There's a few nice ones there but it's mostly the aftermath. I was looking more for like "during the beating" shit.

Artist NHComm on E-hentai. Theres a gallery of 90 consensual snuff images including a few stories. Hope to find that they have a patreon or something some day. Good stuff.

>>126458
Thank you!

Space trash

Kerugerenn succeeded in escaping into space, but was shot down by the Federation’s Space Force. As a crew member, she unfortunately survived the initial impact only to be left adrift in the void of space. She is now destined to become nothing more than space trash.

artist: Mobhunter

9

Ayala stood on the starting line, her eyes locked on the trees ahead. She was naked, as was tradition, a cool sweat forming on her otherwise chilled body. She wasn’t a superstitious person, but today, for the first time, she wore her mother’s pendant. She wasn’t sure for luck, for safety, or for the guidance of her people - she was simply convinced she’d need all three.

She shook her head, trying to remember the steps that came before. Just like her previous two hunts, everything between the moment she decided, and this one, was a blur, just jumbled snippets in her mind that played out of order. She closed her eyes, and tried to remember.

She remembered how impersonal she felt the night before. She hated the brightness of the fluorescent lights of the all-white room, the cold tile floor, the sterility of it. It wasn’t a room for a Dyani to be assessed. It was a room for venison to be…graded.

She hated how much she cared in that moment – not about her lust for what was about to happen, not about beating Remi, and not even about saving her own life. No, in this moment, as the two men in white butcher smocks walked around her, studying and writing on clipboards, there was only one thing on her mind, one thing that really mattered.

Ayala really wanted to be graded A again. She realized as she looked over herself, naked in this room she’d been in twice before, hadn’t taken care of herself the way she had in her youth. She had spent the last decade plus measuring herself by her sales figures, her ability to give a great pitch, to be a leader. None of those seemed to matter now; those perceptions of her were rendered useless by Remi in less than a week. So, she tried to suck in her belly fat, stick her butt out, and hide her wrinkles as they squeezed, and poked, and bent her body in all sorts of compromising positions. She NEEDED this affirmation more than ever.

Ayala let out a gasp when she saw the tag clipped to her ear, the large letter “C” a glaring reminder of how years of sitting at a desk had taken a toll on her. She shook her head, processing that she was 36 years old, and her high value years in this on again off again identity as meat were long behind her. Deep down, she really hated that it gave her hope that Remi still wanted to eat her, for whatever her true motivations were.

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10

Ayala ran as hard as she’d ever run in her life into the forest. She didn’t think about anything else – who she was, what she was about to be. For the first time in thirteen years, she didn’t have a single worry about spreadsheets and cookware and relationships – she was simply FREE. She allowed her animal instincts to take over, and she effortlessly skipped over tree stumps,through brush, and underneath branches, moving with a speed and grace that only a Dyani could.

She was so completely lost in the moment that only her lungs broke her reprieve, as she slowed to lean against the bark of an old tree to catch her breath. She took the moment to look around and enjoy the brisk, quiet, beautiful morning. She smiled.

“I’ve missed this.” Ayala said to herself. She’d been so busy with her career – for the last thirteen years, she hadn’t even allowed herself to stroll in the forest;the risk of breaking her sabbatical from her urges, her fantasies, was too great. Through that, she had forgotten how natural a place like this felt, this native connection to nature that was unique to her people.

Just then, Ayala’s frontal lobe caught up to her, and she remembered why she was here, or, more specifically, what was at stake. She crouched down and scanned the forest closely, allowing her ears, nose, and eyes - her enhanced Dyani senses - dial in on the environment around her.

She felt the confidence she had in her first two hunts rush through her body. She was going to WIN this hunt. She was going to walk into work on Monday, collect her severance pay, and make sure Remi got one long, last look at her before she went on fucking vacation.

“Hell, once I find the right job, I’m going to come back and take Lily along, too. But not Rob. Fuck Rob.” Ayala joked to herself.

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That following Monday, Lily walked into her best friend’s office, without knocking, as she always had, but found it empty. It wasn’t like Ayala to not answer Lily’s texts, especially for an entire weekend. Lily had a sinking feeling in her stomach, and quietly cried at her office as she feared the worst – Ayala’s final text still ringing in her mind.

Lily joined her co-workers of the 38th floor as the workday concluded, setting her world famous mashed potatoes on the banquet table as Remi had requested. It was very different to have a meeting at the end of a workday, but Remi had approached Thompson very differently from the moment she had arrived. As they waited, conversation turned to the sudden absence of Ayala. Some speculated she simply quit over not becoming Sales Lead. Some gossiped that she was forced out. There was even a joke or two that Remi had eaten her, with laughter being shared amongst her former peers regarding how good she must’ve tasted.

Just as before, Remi entered the party last. She beamed as she carried the Dyani-matic pot in her hands, setting it in the center of the banquet table. The flavor from the pot immediately attracted everyone's attention. It had the same delicious aroma as last week, and somehow, it was instinctively familiar.

Remi took a moment to make eye contact with each individual in the room, nodding to Mr. Thompson last, before speaking.

“Thank you so much for staying until the end of a workday – especially a Monday – to participate in this very special event I’ve planned. It really, really means a lot to see how much this group has bonded forever under a common identity. But, as I always say, and can we say it together, everyone?” Remi raised her hands.

“THE RIGHT THING TO DO IS TO TREAT EVERYONE HOW THEY SHOULD BE TREATED!” The staff of the 38th floor of Thompson Cookware said proudly together.

“Perfect! With that in mind, as my first act as Sales Lead, I spent the weekend preparing a VERY special recipe, one that has generations of tradition in my family. Last week, I had to make it with a small alteration, but tonight, I’m able to share it with you all EXACTLY as it was passed down to me.

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I definitely enjoyed that but don't like that Remi "won". Maybe Lily could find evidence of her cheating (perhaps she asks to watch the video of Ayala again but then spots the tracking app) and Remi is given the choice to turn herself in or be hunted herself to prove that the Dyanai-Matic can be used to make a delicious stew from any meat? Of course she would choose the hunt, thinking she would survive it easily, but underestimated how popular Ayala was around the office and, as skilled a hunter as she is, she still doesn't have Dyani instincts and agility.

Charlotte from Bojack Horseman is how I picture Ayala and her kind. Am I close or did you have a different vision in mind? 😊

You've got plenty on ex-hentai.org : https://exhentai.org/tag/group:xyz

sauce?

>>59560
Second this request who is the creator

Any idea on the artist?

I haven't found an answer yet searching online about this, but I should add this guro does not involve sexual activity, only underage nudity.

This might answer your question.
https://boards.guro.cx/ai/koko.php?res=6371&page=0#p13_14129

>>15007
Uhh, several people got straight-up arrested and imprisoned for sharing AI generated vids where the characters looked like ch!ldren so you can bet your ass it's illegal. If you don't believe me you can Google it. A guy was arrested at the movie theater he worked at, and there's YouTube videos about it.

So any realistic AI is verboten, regardless of subject matter and age of characters? If so, I'm suprised that isn't mentioned in the FAQs.

I posted some realist AI when I didn't get a response to this point after a while. Should I delete it?

I'm also a bit surprised if realistic AI is an issue that my posts weren't already deleted by an admin.

That’s called reward-free risk

Day 6

The night passes in tense silence. I check the cameras periodically, watching the three remaining girls as they attempt to sleep. Emily curls into a ball, hugging herself tightly as if trying to disappear. Talia lies awake, staring at the ceiling with wide, unblinking eyes. Astrid remains sitting up, her back pressed against the wall, legs folded beneath her. She doesn't sleep.

Dawn creeps into the dungeon, the dim artificial lights flickering to life automatically. I stand in the observation room, hands clasped behind my back, watching the girls stir. Emily wakes up, flinching as she remembers where she is. Astrid and Talia who didn’t sleep, remain motionless on their mats.

Three pairs of eyes turn toward me as I enter the room. Each woman knows what comes next – they've seen it happen to their friends, have heard their screams and pleas. Astrid doesn't move, just watches me approach with those pale blue eyes that seem to see right through me.

Emily whimpers when I approach them.

"Please," she whispers, her voice faint. "I just want to go home."

I don't answer, just stretch out my hand with three sticks in it.

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Day 6 (continued)

The cold metal bites into her skin as I help her onto the bench and adjust her position – her back resting against the backrest, her breasts lifted slightly on the metal supports. She shivers, not just from the temperature but from the inevitability of what's coming. Her gray eyes track my movements as I secure each limb with straps – left arm, right arm, left leg, right leg.

"Wait-" she gasps when you start adjusting the supports around her breasts.

Her breath comes faster as the cold metal presses against her sensitive flesh. She looks down at herself, watching helplessly as I position her nipples against the metal studs designed to keep them from pulling too far when the cutting begins.

"This is so fucked up."

I pause the preparations and embrace her bare shoulders from behind.

"Do you want me to hold you while this is done?" I whisper to her.

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Day 7

The night drags on endlessly. I monitor the girls through the cameras – Emily eventually curls into a fetal position in her cell, nothing seemingly able to get between her and her sleep. Astrid on the other hand, stays awake seemingly the whole night. With this being her second night without sleep, she must be exhausted already, but shows no signs of it yet. The silence in the dungeon is oppressive, broken only by Emily's occasional whimper and the distant drip of water.

Morning finally arrives, the dungeon's fluorescent lights flickering to life. I watch as Emily stirs, rubbing her face before pushing herself upright. Her movements are slow, mechanical. She looks toward the now-empty table where Talia died.

I step into the dungeon, the soft floor rubbery under the soles of my shoes. Emily flinches as the heavy door swings shut behind me, but she doesn't look up. Her knees are pulled tightly to her chest, hands gripping them like she's holding herself together. The overhead light catches in her blonde hair, casting golden streaks across her pale skin.

Astrid doesn't even turn when I enter. She's leaning against the far wall, arms crossed beneath her breasts, eyes fixed on the single remaining machine – the water tank. Her white hair falls over one shoulder as she exhales sharply through her nose. When she speaks, her words come out calm but edged with something dangerous.

"So, this is the last day, isn’t it?” Her voice husky and grim.

I look at her, then at Emily who’s curled in the corner, then back at Astrid.

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Epilogue

I spend the evening watching Astrid through the hidden cameras in her new apartment.

At first she is just sitting there – motionless, for what seems like an eternity. I even start to think she’s too traumatized to continue living normally. Then, without warning, she slams both hands down onto the table, hard enough to make the silverware jump. The force of it startles even me.

"Fifty million dollars," she hisses to the empty room, her words low and almost guttural.

She exhales sharply through her nose, her shoulders rising and falling as if trying to suppress the sudden flood of emotion crashing over her. Her hands remain flattened against the tabletop, fingers splayed wide as if she's holding herself in place.

"I did it."

Her words are rough, raw, as she lifts her head and looks around the room. The realization hits her in waves. She stands abruptly, pushing back from the table so fast it almost topples over.

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