>>114826
Anyone know if this board still exists or have any of the other panels from it? Link died but some of those were great

Took me a while to find these last pieces from The Insane Dark One, but I finally found them again

>>27403
and i choose X as 3rd-party platform to post video.

>>27406
Of course, I'm supporting you. Just provided some info and options.

But posting on X means we can't see them unless we make an account there.

>>27464
https://twittervideodownloader.com/en/
Twitter/X videos online downloader. Just copy the URL and paste it in.

>>26858
tf where is part 2 of this one holy shit

I added a new mode, so give it a try!

https://www.40pbb.com/games/HumanBalloons/index.html

>>30338
How to you win the maze one?
Even if I move the girls as fast as the game allows, they still pop before I reach the end.

>>30338
You're the best!

>>29052
>>30338
How do you get the bath pic?

>>17836
Will you be continuing the declining birth countermeasure manga? I really want to know if she'll burst or not x3

SEAF grunt killed by a bug.

In a rundown public shower, Tifa is a slender, fit, busty brunette with brown eyes. Tifa is wearing nothing. She has disheveled, long, wet brunette hair. Next to her is Aerith. Aerith has long, disheveled, wet dirty-blonde hair with green eyes. Veronica is a slender, fit, busty 19-year-old white girl. Aerith wears nothing. Their bodies are riddled with large bloody gunshot holes. There are large bloody gunshot holes on their foreheads. Tiny bloody bits of brain explode out of their heads. Their erect, bouncing breasts are lactating. Yellow water streams from their plump vaginas. There are six bloody gunshot holes on their chests. There are bloody gunshot holes on their pelvises. Their chins are slack. Their wide, extremely bulging eyes are crooked. Their tongues have fallen out of their bloody, wide-open mouths. Their asses jiggle. Blood splatters from their wounds. Their bodies shake. Their twisting bodies flop dead into each other. Their erect breasts and nipples rub against each other. They kiss. Their bloody faces have sunk. Their exploded heads knock together. Their legs are intertwined.

In a rundown public shower, Tifa is a slender, fit, busty brunette with brown eyes. Tifa is wearing nothing. She has disheveled, long, wet brunette hair. Next to her is Aerith. Aerith has long, disheveled, wet dirty-blonde hair with green eyes. Veronica is a slender, fit, busty 19-year-old white girl. Aerith wears nothing. Their bodies are riddled with large bloody gunshot holes. There are large bloody gunshot holes on their foreheads. Tiny bloody bits of brain explode out of their heads. Their erect, bouncing breasts are lactating. Yellow water streams from their plump vaginas. There are six bloody gunshot holes on their chests. There are bloody gunshot holes on their pelvises. Their chins are slack. Their wide, extremely bulging eyes are crooked. Their tongues have fallen out of their bloody, wide-open mouths. Their asses jiggle. Blood splatters from their wounds. Their bodies shake. Their twisting bodies flop dead into each other. Their erect breasts and nipples rub against each other. Their bloody faces have sunk. Their exploded heads knock together. Their legs are intertwined. Next to her is Yuffie. Yuffie is a very petite, slender, fit, short, perky 19-year-old girl with brown eyes. Yuffie is wearing nothing. She has disheveled, short, wet brunette hair.

n a rundown public shower. Blossom is a naked, petite, slender, fit, fine-ass, flat-chested, 6-year-old white pink-eyed girl. Blossom has disheveled reddish-orange, long, wet hair. Next to her is Bubbles. Bubbles is a naked, petite, slender, fit, fine-ass, flat-chested, 6-year-old white blue-eyed girl. Blossom has disheveled, long, wet blonde hair. Next to them is Buttercup. Buttercup is a naked, petite, slender, fit, fine-ass, flat-chested, 6-year-old green-eyed white girl. Blossom has disheveled short wet black hair. Their bodies are riddled with many massive bloody gunshot holes. Their very crooked eyes are extremely bulging out of their heads. Their chins are slack. Their tongues have fallen out of their extremely bloody, wide-open mouths. Yellow water leaks from their plump vaginas. They fall dead into each other. Their heads knock. They lactate vigorously. They sag into each other. Their breasts rub against each other. There are five bloody gunshot holes on each of their chests. There are two bloody gunshot holes on each of their pelvises. Their butts shake. Their blood splatters. Their bloody faces have sunken. Their sprawled legs are intertwined. Their breasts shake. The tops of their heads are blown bloody open. Their eyes are rolled up. Their noses bleed. Blood flows down their faces. The girls are kissing. Their bodies rub against each other.

n a rundown public shower. Blossom is a naked, petite, slender, fit, fine-ass, flat-chested, 6-year-old white pink-eyed girl. Blossom has disheveled reddish-orange, long, wet hair. Next to her is Bubbles. Bubbles is a naked, petite, slender, fit, fine-ass, flat-chested, 6-year-old white blue-eyed girl. Blossom has disheveled, long, wet blonde hair. Next to them is Buttercup. Buttercup is a naked, petite, slender, fit, fine-ass, flat-chested, 6-year-old green-eyed white girl. Blossom has disheveled short wet black hair. Their bodies are riddled with many massive bloody gunshot holes. Their very crooked eyes are extremely bulging out of their heads. Their chins are slack. Their tongues have fallen out of their extremely bloody, wide-open mouths. Yellow water leaks from their plump vaginas. They fall dead into each other. Their heads knock. They lactate vigorously. They sag into each other. Their breasts rub against each other. There are five bloody gunshot holes on each of their chests. There are two bloody gunshot holes on each of their pelvises. Their butts shake. Their blood splatters. Their bloody faces have sunken. Their sprawled legs are intertwined. Their breasts shake. The tops of their heads are blown bloody open. Their eyes are rolled up. Their noses bleed. Blood flows down their faces. The girls are kissing. Their bodies rub against each other.

>>32156
"It wasn't my dog, Haleema! And even if, that’s how dogs behave. Just fuck off, bitch!” Mrs. Courtney Johnson’s voice shrilled from the staircase.

Courtney stepped into view, looking lean and polished in a way that always made me feel like a scruffy stray. She was a contrast to my mother in every sense: where Mom was all lush, overflowing abundance, Mrs. Johnson was sharp lines and slim angles. She looked down at me with a flicker of pity—or maybe it was the same disdain Christina showed me in the hallways at school—before turning her attention back to the "crime scene" on the stairs.

"You better remove your dog’s shit, bitch!" Mom’s voice rose an octave, her accent thickening as she grew more animated. She threw her arms up in a wide, sweeping gesture of frustration, and the movement sent a violent ripple through her chest. The heavy, soft mass of her breasts swayed side to side, then bounced up and down with a weighty momentum that seemed to defy physics. I felt my throat go dry, my gaze practically glued to the rhythmic jiggle of the ribbed stretched fabric. It was an intoxicating sight, the sheer scale of her curves creating a silhouette that dominated the own hallway.

"Remove it. Now!" Mom’s voice had transitioned from indignant to a full-blown roar. She stepped closer to Mrs. Johnson, her massive chest heaving with every sharp breath, the fabric of her shirt straining to the absolute limit. The physical presence of my mother was overwhelming; she seemed to expand, filling the corridor with a mixture of floral perfume and raw, Arab fury.

"You think this is a joke, Courtney? You think my house is a playground for your animal!" Mom’s voice was no longer just a roar; it was a storm. She stepped forward, her chest heaving, the ribbed fabric of her shirt stretched so thin it looked like it might snap. The argument spiraled, a chaotic loop of accusations about the dog, the carpet, and some old grudge regarding a fence line that neither of them actually remembered.

The tension snapped when Mom leaned in, her expression hardening into something lethal. "Listen to me carefully," she hissed, her Arabic accent curling around the words. "I have a gun in the drawer. I am not afraid to use it next time you bring your filth into my space!"


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>>32157
The air in the hallway suddenly felt thick, like I was submerged in warm oil. As the words "riddle those fat tits" lingered in the air, my mind didn't go to a place of fear or protection. Instead, it dove headlong into a vivid, visceral fantasy. I imagined it happening right here—the sudden crack of a firearm, the violent recoil, and the sight of my mother’s colossal NN-cups reacting to the impact. I could almost see the heavy, soft mass of her chest wobbling and shuddering with every single shot, a rhythmic, chaotic jiggle triggered by the force of the bullets. The thought was so overwhelmingly erotic that it felt like a physical blow to my gut.

Living in Texas, the idea of a shootout wasn't some far-off movie trope; it was a grim reality of the landscape we lived in. That knowledge only fueled the fire. The possibility that this dispute could escalate—that I might actually witness my own mother being gunned down in such a tragic yet fucking sexy way—sent a surge of heat through my entire body. My dick didn't just stiffen; it slammed against my denim, rock hard and pulsing, beginning to drip with a desperate intensity. My knees turned to water, and a dizzying wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling in the shadows of the landing.

Mom, oblivious to the storm of horniness raging inside her son, let out a gasp of pure outrage. "You dare! You dare threaten me in my own hallway!" she shouted. She stepped forward, her movements frantic and heavy. The sheer scale of her breasts meant that every single step she took caused a massive, undulating wave to roll through her chest. The ribbed fabric of her tight shirt was stretched to its absolute limit, the fibers screaming as they struggled to contain her abundance. To me, she looked stunningly sexy, her giant, jiggling curves dominating the narrow space, vibrating with every scream.

Mrs. Johnson didn't back down. She crossed her arms, leaning back against the railing with a smirk that was as sharp as a razor. "I'm not threatening, Haleema. I'm promising'. You bring that gun out, and I'll make sure you're the one on the floor."
"You sure about that? You really sure, bitch?!" Mom’s voice reached a fever pitch, a sonic boom of Syrian indignation that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. She didn't just yell; she vibrated.

Mrs. Johnson’s face hardened, her slim frame tensing as she mirrored the aggression. "Yes, I promise! Try me, Haleema! Go on, go get your little toy from the drawer and see who’ll get her fat tits 6 feet under!" She punctuated the sentence by mimicking a gun with her hand, snapping her fingers and pointing an imaginary barrel right at the heaving center of my mother's chest.

Mrs. Johnson’s gaze shifted, sliding away from my mother’s furious face to land directly on me. Her eyes didn't just see me; they scanned me, dropping with a surgical precision down to the unmistakable, pulsing silhouette stretching the fabric of my jeans. A slow, knowing smile crept across her lips—not a smile of kindness, but one of absolute leverage. She knew exactly what was happening in the shadows of the landing, and the realization that she had seen my arousal only made the heat in my groin flare more intensely.

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>>32158
"Shut up, bitch!" My mother’s voice didn't just break the silence; it shattered it. She stepped forward, the movement so sudden and aggressive that her massive chest surged forward, the ribbed fabric of her shirt straining to the point of transparency over the peaks of her breasts. "Dare to threaten me again, and your daughter is the one who will cry on your grave!"

Mrs. Johnson didn’t recoil; instead, she let out a short, sharp laugh that sounded like a whip cracking. It was a cold, mocking sound that only served to fuel my mother’s fire. For a long moment, the two women simply stood there, inches apart, their breathing synchronized in a tense, ragged rhythm. They began to hiss at one another—low, guttural sounds of mutual hatred that bypassed language and went straight to the bone. Then, with one final, synchronized glare, they stepped back and slammed the door shut.

The sound of the lock clicking into place was like a gunshot, leaving me alone in the sudden, suffocating quiet. My mother remained standing in the center of the hallway for a moment, her chest still heaving, the massive weight of her breasts settling slowly as her adrenaline began to ebb. She didn't notice me. She was too busy smoothing down her tight shirt, the fabric still clinging to the immense curves of her chest, reminding me of the sheer scale of her abundance.

Two hours later.

The scent of sautéed garlic and spiced lamb began to drift through the apartment, a domestic peace that felt fragile and temporary. Mom moved through the kitchen with a focused intensity, her hips swaying as she reached for a platter. Every time she leaned over the counter to check the pot, the ribbed knit of her shirt strained against the colossal weight of her chest. I watched her from the table, my appetite for food secondary to the hypnotic jiggle of those NN-cups as she plated the food. I had not jerked off for a while, trying out NoFap. I am hornier than I were ever before.

Lunch was a quiet affair of rice and stew, the tension of the hallway fight simmering just beneath the surface. As we finished, Mom leaned back, her chest heaving in a slow, satisfied sigh Then she said in a loving yet dominant tone: "Jamal, habibi, take the garbage bags out now, please. I do not want the house smelling like old fish."


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>>24785
Thanks

Halloween is just around the corner. I can't believe this thread has almost last an entire year.

It's that spooky season again.

How can an inverted corpse be created(hanging from the feet, like in a butchery)?

I hope this is allowed.

Request anchor.

Delivery anchor.

Request anchor.

Delivery anchor.

>>45585
Second this. Is there a place to look at more? Pixiv or something like that?

>>45583
good work!

great art!

Hi! Welcome! Do you take requests?

Please come back.

>>15080
Nice

I'm also curious if you got any update. I do not want to rush you though. I can only be grateful for the amazing work you've been sharing. Just curious roughly where you are at for the next video rendering. Is it about a month away from completion or you think it will take you more?

Again, no rush and thank you again for the amazing work!

dear, patient -and presumably rather annoyed- follower of this thread, here's a quick update for you:
unfortunately i wasn't able to put as much time into the project as i had hoped, and i probably won't be able to finish it this year.
but i've decided to release something in december, no matter what (perhaps the first ~2 minutes - the important part anyway ^^).
i just hate releasing unfinished work ..

>>66590
It's okay. With the high quality of your work, I'm sure many understand it takes time and you also have your own life on top. Us asking for an update is just because we love your work though personally I try to avoid being annoying asking for an update too often.

Anyway, getting something in December is a reasonable target and if the unfinished work has some of the fun part us sick people enjoy, I'm sure we will love it even if it isn't fully finished.
Looking forward!

I haven't tried larvae but they sound fun =)

>>29831
Oh yeah absolutely! Sorry for late replying.
The best part of being feasted on by bugs is the slow pain and fear when girls realize they can't do nothing but watch their bodies gone bit by bit.

>>30494

will be on it when my rate limit resets :D