reviving things lost to time:
"SM mit kids" or something like that

Hello. does anyone know where this is from?
author or resource
https://pixeldrain.com/u/re9Pvd7J

https://civitai.com/models/573726/egg-laying-monsters-lora


This LORA is inspired by the artistic creation of the concept "ブザマムシ/無様蟲 " created by the Pixiv artist カニ.

According to the original setting, it is an ancient parasite that can inject DNA toxins. Male organisms injected with toxins by this parasite will directly dissolve and die, while female organisms will have their DNA altered to become giant egg-laying organs to produce more eggs. A multi-parasite monster.

The original author is still creating various transformation works, but recently he rarely draws a series on the theme of Insects. For me, who likes before and after themes, it became an ideal challenge.

Basically, this LORA can transform the character into the appearance of a spawning monster, and the degree of change will be affected by the weight used. The clothes and physical features worn by the character will be retained on the transformed monster to some extent.

Basic prompts: tramonster,eggs,Female monster lays eggs,large belly,mutant female


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Females, herms and futas welcome. Femboys are okay. Bonus points for a healed neck stump post-decapitation.

Noticed a distinct lack of one of these for us for a while, which is a damn shame because there's some good ones and a good amount of potential. Pictures themselves don't need to be snuff/gore, so long as the story at least implies it. Post what you have, request some, whatever works, but there oughta be more gore/snuff captions, anything goes.

Just send me art like this. Neither too mild nor extreme. Stomach slits or injuries are pretty good.

https://mega.nz/file/xaFhCIQQ#nVcm45mFTPWVth674iSrJVDXL7SrQjBRjuy22q1kQkE

Trained using 174 images on PonyDiffusion

Activation keyword : sagittal
strongly recommend including bisection, brain, exposed brain in the prompt to make the body more likely to be separated. Do not include them, or include them in negative prompt to make it look like it's not completely cut apart

While gathering the training images, I found some images that were definitely AI generated, so there is already a LoRA or another model out there, but unfortunately I was not able to find it.

The image's quality degrades pretty much because I couldn't find enough high-quality images.
Also the image might break during generation. In that case, alter the prompt a little bit or use different epoch.

I'm planning to take a look at previous training sets and find a way to improve it. I'm giving up and coronal plane cutting because of a lack of decent images, and honestly, it seems to have a very low demand.

Yes

Apparently, someone has locked 'Dickless mk3'. Anyone wanna start over where it left off?

A favourite of mine that isn't on here yet, and one that I have plenty to share for. Deaths can be hard or soft.

Just wanted to share what I've done and learn stuff from people. I wanted to see more hard vore, and decided to try my hand at rendering some.

I downloaded Daz Studio cause it was free, and now that I've been doing it, the hardest thing is finding a place to put it!

https://erolair.com/gallery/authors/predatory.2110/ is mainly where I post. I'll put some stuff here, and would appreciate feedback, good or bad.

There have been repeated requests to see 3D cgi featuring gory evisceration, the kind 2D guro art regularly wallows in but is difficult to achieve in 3D modeling apps with satisfactory results. Here's a sampling of requests:
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So essentially a second part of arts, movies, manga, anime, video games, and comics of corpse and corpses floating in the deep space, zero gravity, or destroyed starships (https://www.gurochan.cx/g/res/79019.html#q79019). I can only find one on deviant art. Feel free to share any once you find more online.
Source: https://www.deviantart.com/shabazik/art/Seeking-for-Survivors-756240817

PART 1

Nicole loved to draw snuff in school. Her notebooks and sketchbooks were filled with doodles and art of little anime girls getting fucked, beaten, and killed in various ways. She still had some work to do on proportions and technique, but for a 4th grader she wasn't half bad! She'd even been getting great feedback on the boards where she posted some of her work, mostly from horny older guys (and a few really cool girls) talking about how much her art turned them on, and it was giving her tons of motivation to keep improving.

"Nicole sweetie," her teacher said, interrupting her reverie as she sketched with red and black colored pencils with one hand and masturbated with the other, "the bell rang ten minutes ago. You're going to miss the bus." Nicole had been so absorbed thinking about all the hard pervert cocks and wet pussies being rubbed and stroked to her work that she hadn't noticed!

"Oh fuck... whoops," she muttered, earning a slightly admonishing glance from Mrs. K for the language, but these days even the strictest teachers were basically used to it. Nicole stood up and started packing her things, a bit clumsily and one-handed as she was still absently toying with her cunny inside her little pink shorts. She finally took her hand out only when it was time to zip up her backpack and sling it over her shoulders. Partly she had been putting on a show for Mrs. K - since they were alone in the room together, Nicole just couldn't resist - and she noticed her pretending to be very busy shuffling some papers around her desk while occasionally glancing up and quickly looking away again.

"Shit, I did miss the bus," Nicole giggled as she watched it drive off from out of the window as she was crossing the classroom to the door. "Oh well."

"Oh, dear... are you going to walk home sweetie? Do you need a ride? I can give you one if you wait a bit," Mrs. K said with some mild concern. "I just don't want anything to happen to you walking home dressed like that..."

"Nahhhh it's fine," Nicole said casually, coming to a halt at the side of the desk, her legs spread wide and toes pointing inwards as she leaned forward in a cute kittenish pose to say goodbye, head cocked slightly to one side leaving her brunette pigtails bouncing playfully for a moment. Her nearly see-through white spaghetti strap top fell loosely off her tiny frame when she did so, so that Mrs. K could see right down the front of her flat chest with her little pink nipples. Her low-cut shorts were left unbuttoned and unzipped leaving little to the imagination and displaying without a shadow of a doubt that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and the only other thing she had on were her worn pink flipflops, bare toes painted in cute bubblegum nail polish, and a couple of those charm bracelets popular with the kids made with little plastic stars and hearts and letter tiles spelling out things like F U C K T O Y and R A P E ♥ M E.

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It’s kinda unfinished but I don’t care I donttt care I wanted to be done so now I am :3
I hope this is catering to somebody’s interests..
Also!! I’m considering opening commissions again if I’m free so I’ll post again if i do decide to open them. please tell me if that is something yall would like :33

Still learning stable diffusion, but here are a few of my gens so far.

Chapter One: Incubator

The constant breeze was humid and warm, felt almost alive. It was too dark to see, but by the way the air touched the more sensitive areas of her body, Libby realized that she was naked. She felt dizzy, disoriented, and she couldn't move. What exactly was going on? A slow, deep drumming rhythm like a giant's heartbeat filled her ears and vibrated in her chest. Libby had been stripped bare against her will, without a clue how she got here, or where "here" was. Had someone spiked her drink at the bar and taken her somewhere?

That possibility reminded Libby of her academy training. The cases were always similar: Woman parties at bar, gets drugged and taken to the perpetrator's hideout… But there was no soreness between her legs. She hadn't been violated. At least not this way… But her throat felt fine too. Then again, her whole body felt kind of numb. A new realization interrupted her train of thought: In her mind, that woman at the bar was some anonymous, theoretical victim she was meant to protect. Now, that Libby instead paid attention to her own naked body, her abstract training instructions met reality in a disjunction of anxiety. Slowly, her eyes adapted to the gloom. Flowing lines appeared and formed patterns of moist reflective, surfaces.

She tried to stay calm, to figure out where exactly she was: Leaning against the wall of a large, circular chamber weakly lit by a surreal bioluminescence she now started to perceive as bluish green. Only it was no chamber: Every surface was glistening like wet skin, translucent even at some places, and fine purple veins spread through the floors and walls. The ceiling looked like a giant mushroom's head viewed from below, lamellae spanning from the outer walls to the center, where what looked like large eggs lined the slimy ground around a mushroom stem like pillar. And everything seemed to be breathing somehow, pulsing in a slow rhythm, like a giant organism. While all of this was disturbing, it played but the smallest role in Libby's discomfort. The actual horror emerged from the sight of all the other women and girls around her, arranged in a large circle in alcoves along the outer wall. Most of them looked younger than Libby's twenty-four years, and none much older. All of them were naked, their arms and legs held in place by what looked like tentacles growing from the organic walls of their prison. A few were moaning, a few sobbing, the tears of some ran in silent fear. Most were still unconscious. Maybe because of her training, maybe just to stay ahead of her growing dread, Libby counted them: two dozen young women, all off them bound, all of them naked.
With quite some effort, her head was all that she was able to move. She felt the warm, moist wall pressing against the skin of her back as well as the rigid tentacles that bound her arms and legs in a degrading X-pose. And while Libby's sense of touch seemed fine, her ability to move was not. The tentacles holding her in place appeared weak enough for a physically fit girl like her to rip free, but when she tried to do just that, her limbs only answered with a slight tingling sensation. Another chill went down her spine as she realized that the women weren't simply bound to the wall. All of them, including herself, were being held in place, their limbs paralyzed. She felt even more violated at the powerlessness.

"Hello?" Only when the wispy voice broke it, Libby realized how pressing the silence had been so far.

Libby whispered an answer and found her jaw to move sluggish at first: "Yes, I hear you".


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Old thread hxxps://www.gurochan.cx/g/res/360.html
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Anything missing one or more limbs

Flesh sculptor

Fair-skinned slender woman, sunk deep into a soft black couch, clenching a piece of paper in her hand. olden wavey curls, harmonized perfectly with a red dress, gently flowed down her shoulders. Even pantry is probably luxurious in this place, she thought. Paintings hang from the walls depicted vaguely erotic scenes. Clock quietly counted seconds in hypnotic rhythm. If everything will go smoothly, this clock might be counting last minutes of her life, woman thought. Her hole career of an actress, a singer, splendor of high society and croud calling her name - Virginia, all of it secretly was leading to this moment. She once again unfolded the paper and looked at it. She had a goosebumps every time she read those big calligraphic words.

"Want to donate your body to art? Leonard Luther, sculptor of flesh, will make your beauty eternal with power of dollmaking."

Suddenly, her thoughts was interrupted by opened door. Fancy dressed secretary invited Virginia in. She nodded and walked through the door. After a short corridor she entered small cabinet, almost too modest compared to the rest of the mansion.

"Virgina, I presume? I can't say I'm a fan of your music, but I enjoy your movies." Young but dandy man behind the table looked up at Virginia.

"Thank you, sir. And you… must be Leonard?"


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