Large feet thread?

Photomanips are welcome!

This VR game got a nude mod, I thought you'd like to see it!

Video here: https://mega.nz/#!82B1AAga!WZ_W-L68pcosYqOs9YsAFXp5j5U6t67bu6zc63qTQqY

So here it is.
My compilation and sharing area for space-themed guro.
Hull Breaches, asphyxiation, zero gravity, and depressurization. All of the people on star ship, space stations, or vacuums of space being dead or dying.
Starting off with Sarcophagus Ship.
https://www.deviantart.com/morguerbb/art/The-Bridge-736090181

Hi all, I know this is a niche of a niche but I am looking for recommendations on stories featuring casual snuff of young girls, that do not feature cannibalism or dolcett. Ideally, there should be a "free-use" kind of air to the story with the girl not exactly wanting to be snuffed but going along with it anyway; though willingly participating would be fine too.

Examples of what I'm looking for are:
- Freedom to Snuff by SexistAliien (https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/2522.html) (specifically the first entry in the story)
- School Festival by AbbotTar (https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/8041.html)

Anyone mind writing a story on Projekt Red from Arknights involving snuff and necrophilia?

After repairing all links to gurochan stories I don't found this masterpiece. So for greater justice I ressurect it^^
I hope author of this great story is doing fine.

[Lord of Pancakes] Ol' McJohnny had a Farm [2016]
(loli, straight shota, beheading)

12 year old Jenny was on her way to Johnny's family farm to play with his 9 year old sister Cindy. Cindy and Jenny had been friends for many years and it was Jenny's idea for Cindy to lose her virginity to Johnny a year ago. Since then, there playdates always involved Johnny and sex, so Jenny was excited as always. Her little pussy started to tingle at the thought of another 3 way with Johnny and Cindy, Jenny started running down the road.

Jenny finally made it to Johnny's house, as she was walking up the path she saw a note on the door. Jenny grabbed it and read it:
“Jenny,
Johnny and I are out back in the barn playing Farmer! I just learned about farms and animals in school. I came up with a great game for us to play!
Cindy”


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In particle physics there are a set of measurements known as the Planck units. These measurements are extrapolated from the physical constants of reality, such as the speed of light and the Boltzman constant, which describes the mathematics of entropy. A Planck length is the distance a massless particle will travel at the speed of light (the Planck speed) and consequently the Planck time is the amount of time it will take for a particle to travel the Planck length at the speed of light. In the minds of many physicists, the Planck units are the smallest measurements of consequence in our reality, as the laws of physics as we understand cease to have relevance below these measurements within most models and theories. Because of this, the Planck units may be thought of somewhat like the underlying “grid” within our universe, on which the pixels of reality move. Perhaps a single unit of Planck time is the closest we can come to truly defining a “moment” in our world.

Rebecca stared blankly at her showerhead as the blisteringly hot spray loosened the blood from her supple skin and carried it down her hourglass form and swirling into the drain. She stood there for a long time, mouth slightly agape, eyes defocused as the water scalded her, punishing her for her sins, even as it comforted her, held tight and purified her. Took away the blood. She didn’t try hard to understand what she had done only minutes before, instead simply embracing the heat wrapping around her like a second skin and causing billowing waves of steam to emerge from her apartment’s open bathroom door and into the cool night air past her balcony. Closing her eyes, she felt at peace for the first time in the last… what was it now? Three weeks? A month? It didn’t matter now. A slight smile curled around her lips. All was well now. All could end now. The young woman reached down and gently twisted the two knobs at her waist level, causing the water to spurt to a trickle and for a sudden gust of cool air to run over her from outside.

She turned and opened her eyes, suddenly realizing she hadn’t even slid her shower door shut in her daze. Slowly, gracefully, her calm figure stepped from the tiled floor onto the fuzzy pink mat a couple steps away, where she stood for a moment and felt the soft strands of synthetic fabric tickle her dripping feet. It was the same sensation she had loved since she was a little girl, just as special as ever this time. Her smile widened. A genuine, sweet, kind smile. She turned once more, this time to the body-height mirror in the corner of the bathroom. She was beautiful, her ivory skin glistening and her perfect blonde hair draping over her shoulders and breasts and wrapping around the curvature of her body like a patient and caring lover in the reflection. She took another silent moment to examine her motherly hips, flared to perfection and curving into her flawless thighs, pressed against each other just enough to highlight the softness of her skin and the pristine balance of fat throughout her body. Her usually modest breasts presented a colorful, tantalizing contrast to her otherwise pale figure, swollen with breastmilk and taking a pinkish hue, shiny and ripe from the internal pressure that was stretching them into beautiful fruit.

Suddenly her eyes caught the pacifier laying by the toilet in the reflection, a few specks of blood still spatter across its soft plastic surface. Her expression changed for a few moments into, not a frown, but an emptiness. A void of emotion, of thought… characterlessness. But as soon as this transformation had taken place, it was reversed, and her gentle, motherly smile returned. “I love you,” she said silently into the mirror. To whom was unknown even to her. It just seemed a beautiful thing to say in the moment, as the cool night breeze played across her body and caused tiny spots of color to raise across her gorgeous arms and legs, nipples hardening, pointing up slightly from her immaculate breasts. For a moment she felt a thrill, and glanced down almost teasingly at her own lips, barely visible between her silky thighs. She could feel a rush of blood, warmth inside her, contrasting with the cold air as her sex prepared for something that would not come. Not now, not ever again.

The mother- the girl- the woman, walked with silent, perfect grace through her quiet one-person bedroom, careful not to step in the blood-stains on the carpet as she approached the balcony, hips swaying with the taunting sensuality of a succubus. Her pupils contracted as she exited her room to the neon lights of the city outside, and she took a deep breath of the midnight air, allowing it to play in her lungs for a few moments the way an addict would return to the smoke of a cigar after weeks of a miserable attempt at quitting. It gave her life. Grounded her in the beautiful world around her. And yet, it wasn’t enough. Or rather, it wasn’t a reason to continue. She was happy for this to be her time, her last mark on the world she’d loved living in until now.

Suddenly she heard a shout. Coming from in front and above her. She glanced up, and caught sight of a young man, appearing to be in his mid twenties, standing on the balcony directly opposite and one floor above hers. “Hey sweetheart,” he intoned with obvious intent. “Saw you out here the other night, but didn’t get a chance to talk.” She could sense his eyes on her naked, dripping breasts, and took no offense, instead smiling sweetly up at him.

“Enjoy it,” she spoke just loud enough for him to hear, her dark, smooth voice travelling the cool night air in two small, echoing waves. The depth of passion in her voice was unbelievable, and the man felt his heart, and his cock, pounding in his chest and pants. The words of the hauntingly beautiful woman were spoken as if she were instruction, with real power, her lover to enjoy their climax inside of her. He stared at her silently, unable to understand what was happening, awestruck by her beauty, as she lifted herself onto the railing of her balcony and stood up straight, wet hair blowing in the cold night wind around her like a sail in a storm. He tried to speak as he watched lean forward, her smile disappearing under her nose, but his heart had stopped for a moment, and his lungs failed him when he wanted to shout, to call out, to cry to her… “no”.

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We are Siamese if you please...

Nothing like some huge titties revealed to have implants, and then getting undone.


(this pic is part 1 of 2)

A while ago the Pixiv artist Devour said he would be doing some free artwork and would clean his older work, but just did the deleting.

Does anyone still have his deleted works, especially Ginko Sora? I'd appreciate any help finding them.

Heres their pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/20455916

Thread contained everything from hanging to Necrophilia. Also, based on the title, yes. This is my collection of guro pics. Hope you enjoy!

Dark lust is a great animator that does very rough content he does not do guro specifically but he does include the death of the female in some works this link is to the preview of his best work where lara will meet her end after being brutally fucked thought it would be nice to share eventhough ther is not death ENJOY!

https://mega.nz/#!kj4AUY7J!2p-GMM4lcz7c0I-kkxTOZSFRwwdh5ZnYzDhT7Rm2S_8

Hello, all. I've done some experiments on 3D, not sure is it on-topic. ;-)

never have seen guro for this character, looking forward to it!

5 years of silence and the king of guro has returned!

I'm surprised this guy doesn't have his own thread yet. His guro comics are fantastic, and he releases new stuff pretty frequently. His Ms Marvel comic (cover picture uploaded here) is probably my favorite bit of guro ever, even including Beaver's USAC comics.

I especially like the fact that he seems to enjoy making comics of my particular fetish (bisection, organs, and superheroines reduced to desperation and despair).

Looking for artists with similar styles to Beast Anime

Just a basic short guro story.

Need a girl who is willing to record herself reading it aloud.

[email protected]

If interested. Thanks!

Mapupu and Eguro/Europe
These two are pretty great at drawing annihilated breasts.

I recall a set of happy hangings by this artist (I think) but I can't find a set. Anyone know who it is and where I can find it?