It is impossible to get her poop in demo because the timer is too short. (Tried this and there is just no way around 20 seconds, not counting the breathe mode where the girl strains to poop)

From what picture translation say about the dialogue in demo, the girl has been constipated for a week, and her stomach was feeling so tight that she had to get it out. If she couldn’t relieve herself, she will just say that her stomach is going to go crazy and then the screen will fade back to main screen.

>>27431
Based on his previous game, probably, we also have to click on some part of her body to trigger something.

>>27437
Not the case this time, you just have to mash that red button until she eventually poops, that’s all.

>>27443
hmm I was hoping for a better idea than, smash buttons until she goes.

Bump… Please!

>>20510
lmao yeah

i guess this one died

>>27456
Mods which add wigs fix the issue. Weirdly, the issue doesn't affect HDT hairstyles. Well, it turns the physics off, but they're still on the head. I'll try saving and loading to see if that brings the physics back, like it brings the hair back with normal hairstyles. That might give us a clue.

>>30616
gorgeous pic of deceased girl but why isn't there any blood from the knife wound? Is it really difficult to do? I've heard that. By the way, I realize you were discussing hair issues when that pic was posted.

tetrodoxin's lilu follower, dead in the riften morgue

>>20473
Hehe it is an idea I introduced in response to suggestions in "Carefully Cooking Chloe" which gives a bit more detail :-) All the stories are on my pastebin :-)

>>20466
I am not too sure on Emma's parents - I think it was something she wanted to do and they were proud of her/pleased for her but actually watching it happen would have been too hard. I'm sure we've all been in situations like that, where you understand something has to happen and even support it in theory but don't want to be there when it happens?

>>20475
Like the mothers in the "Piggy went to market" story Edward???

>>20476
Yeah exactly :-)

Great story! Would love to hear more from Bobbi's family where the plan apparently is to cook all girls!

I already posted this a few weeks ago in my collection thread, but it didn't get much response there. I was thinking that it's probably a lot easier to find stories when they're posted on their own with tags in the titles, and since stories no longer fall off the board on this iteration of gurochan it's become much less important to try to take up as little space as possible, so I thought I'd try reposting this story on it's own. I don't know if I'll repost my other stories from that thread, pretty much depends on if this thread gets a positive response or not.

I enjoyed that more than I'd like to admit ;-)

>>20510

I mentioned this in the other thread, but this story had been sitting in my WIP folder since last March until your thematically similar story "Daddy's Birthday Treat" inspired my to dust it off and finish it, so thanks!

>>20512
Ah well I'm glad I provided a degree of inspiration! :-D I admit I did think of my story while I was reading - especially the idea of backing the dad into a corner re eating her!

>>20480
Hehe a cute little pain-slut COULD be fun to write if I was in the right mood! Better finish my other stories first 'though!

PS - I trust you all know the two above are not me? Hopefully they'll be deleted soon…

This was a very interesting story and kinda inspired me.

The premise of my idea is the following :
What if in the future, after a few innovations, the molds could be made of a flexible material, that wouldn't be destroyed by creating the statue ?
Then you could imagine mass creating girls replicas and creating a whole industry around it.

What if for example, some designer decided to make ikea furniture based on resin or wood-like material replicas of boys and girls. He could use models to make designer chairs, tables, stools, even bedside lamps with some body modification, wine buckets, and a whole lot of diverse furniture.

Even if you stay in the "Polkan era" where the mold is one time use, if you like the idea of body modification, you could even imagine making a fountain by surgically installing some plumbing in the live kids and leaving their body time to heal. Then they could work on the exact right positioning etc by testing it live before making the mold so that the plumbing would be directly part of it.

I really like this idea you explored of kids being willing to take some pain and be destroyed to be made "eternal" in a way. And generally, I think you could explore this even further with many different twists on it.

Well, if you want to develop any of these ideas, feel free.

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>>20505
Hmm I DO rather like the idea of the usable figures like furniture - I have seen real tables designed to look like the glass is being held by a naked woman - developing that into my "world" would not be too much of a stretch. I also like the idea of multi-use moulds as that would make this art more affordable for the public. It would have to have a limit of course, maybe 50 per mould? Else there'd be no need to make new ones ;-)

I'm glad you enjoyed "A Friend in Need" - it was definitely a fun one to write! I don't know if it will ever get a sequel as there's no guarentee the next parents would agree anyway but never say never :-) I have returned to the butchering idea in some recent stories such as "The Annual Piglet Hunt" and "This Little Piggy Went to Market" - you might enjoy those if you've not read them already :-)

Oh I've been binge reading (and even re-reading) your stories lately. I have not had time to read everything, since you're a very prolific author, but I've definitely been reading your recent stories.

And I love them !

>>20507
Thank you - I am very happy to hear that!

Why do you need friends?

>>11104

Just the fact that you needed to ask this question makes me think that you are lonely

>>11107
It's a justified question but I can pose it in another way for you. Why do you want to be not alone caring about something? Why do you need somebody else to keep you company when the main point is actually the focus of interest?

What's your discord?

You can add me, Minx#9662. I'm always looking for new people to talk to (:

>>19069
Globally on the gurochan, you are the first person writing cannibalism themed story after that event ;)

I did not notice that holidays are some different from regular days.

>>19074
btw I actually follow holidays only for new hentai art/stories ^^

The Hogwarts stuff seemed moderately popular. I gave up on the timeline I was building, but I did get this done. I just wanted to write SOMETHING. Hopefully I never posted a draft of it before?



The clone of Miley Cyrus looked around the Gryffindor common room, smiling at the laughter and screams and sounds of power tools. They had just won the Quidditch game against Ravenclaw (leaving only half of their team dead, as opposed to three quarters of the other team, which was really used to determine the winner more than the score was) and Gryffindor House was celebrating. Most of the small amount of clothing on display was their trademark gold and scarlet of their House, but there was a bit of Ravenclaw blue and silver.


As was school tradition, Gryffindor had taken the cheerleaders of their rivals at the end of the game. The girls were being fucked mercilessly, a revolving line of girls took advantage of them with a dizzying array of toys. They would be beaten and broken, and they would all be cute little corpses by the morning, but none of it was meanspirited. There were plenty of friendships between the houses, it was just the nature of the game. The victors had the right to their spoils, and when you signed up to be a cheerleader, you agreed to be those spoils. No team had ever gone undefeated all semester, at least the first round cheerleading squad knew that their deaths were just a fact. Most of the squad was being taken by at least 3 girls at once, half of them were being whipped or beaten, and there were no hard feelings.


Darla, the Gryffindor team captain, a tall girl with an 8-pack, thighs that HAD been used to snap the neck of more than one girl eating her out, and enormous breasts came up, holding a brand, with a Gryffindor lion glowing red hot at the end. Four of her teammates restrained one of the cheerleaders, each holding a limb. The girl had a ball gag in her mouth, she was struggling and mumbling her protests. She and Darla were friends, there was no malice, and this was all fair game, but this was happening. She wasn’t mad at Darla, but she really wished that they could have just impaled her or something, almost every girl who didn’t fear branding was in Slytherin.



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>>20500
Nice! Great to see this story continued :-D

>>20500

Nice, it's good to see you back.

Readng that makes me want to proof read the bundle of HP guro stories I've scribbled over the last while and put them up, a few are m/f but a lot are no-sex with one aggressive f/f story that's incomplete.

That was kinda cute actually! Glad she got her wish! Loved how you handled the transformation and the end was interesting - never really thought about what a gorgon wants with stone people. Reminded me a little of "Reign of Fire" where we learn that dragons burn everything because they eat ash.

Set in the far far away dystopian future, in a ruined city in The Empire's territory. There was a mining complex that turned into a rebel encampment about to get taken back by the Empire's rules. The mission was to eradicate all the rebels, no one will be spared, the blitz was fierce, fast, not so efficient, but the results made the higher up pleased. The footage was from the squad commander in RDV number 660 of the Empire's army. (See the picture of RDV in here. )


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“How are they doing in there?” The driver asked.

“Wanking like there’s no tomorrow!” The commander laughed as she answered, watching the antics of the girls as she massaged her own clit through her skintight combat armour. She knew the symbolic armour would do nothing to stop incoming fire, but it did package her luscious body beautifully which meant that if she got noticed by some higher level commander reviewing combat footage there was a chance, however slim, that she might get called back to rear echelon to be their whore. It was a slim chance, she knew, but still better than the one she had out here. Even so, it was A LOT better chance than any of the girls currently reclining in their deployment positions and shivering with anticipation.
She sighed as she monitored the girls’ vitals on her screen. She’d just injected them with combat drugs a few minutes ago and wanted to make sure there were no cardiac failures. It was all too common with inexperienced models like these, not that most of them would have time to get experienced, like her. She knew just what it was like, of course; She could easily remember the terrible yearning for a home that she’d been taken from when she was just sixteen. Too young to really appreciate how much she was losing until it was too late.

By the time she’d really begun to appreciate just how special home had been it was already fading, drowned in a steady regimen of combat drugs, neurological realignment, and imperial propoganda. By the time they’d put a blaster carbine into her hands she couldn’t wait to die for the Empress. She’d been hit so many times in training, every instance of her simulated death accompanied by an orgasm so powerful that it was all she really wanted between operations. Even the sad, desperate make-out sessions that she shared with the other girls in their bunks after lights out were nothing compared to those moments on the battlefield, even though it was only simulated, it’s what she lived for.
Somehow she’d survived, though, even as all the girls she knew were blown away, sometimes one at a time, sometimes by the truckload. She envied them, of course, especially when she was selected for command tier and placed at the head of her own squad. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the work; watching sexy little girls getting blown away day in and day out was delectable, but even with all the rockets and blaster beams flying around she never seemed to manage to get hit.

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>>20484

Um, not sure why someone decided to copy and paste this story into my thread, and using my name no less. I did NOT write that "Empire" story (although it is really good).

Whoever is doing this please stop!

>>20489
They did similar in my thread - I'm sure they find themselves hilarious *rolls eyes*

This is great.

I love this universe already :D

Very enjoyable.

Does this setting have the whole "way more women than men" shtick?

Babs was beat. She'd been out all night busting the dastardly plans of the city's criminal underbelly. She needed to get out of her tight form-fitting bodysuit and into a hot shower.

She ripped off her cowl and cape with one motion and tossed it in the hamper - her belt following suit.

She then peeled off her gloves off of her sweaty hands and wrists and got a small whiff of the odor from her hard work fighting crime.

Then, using her now naked hands, reached around behind and unzipped the back of her bodysuit. She then used both hands, crossed at the wrists, and grabbed the top of her bodysuit, and started peeling it off her glistening body - the ripe fruit underneath the banana's skin.

She slid her arms out and continued peeling - past her bountiful breasts, her slim waist, and her soft belly and her tight ass.

"Why did I decide to go commando tonight…?" she asked herself as she gently massaged her sore tits. Now half-naked she sighed and took a seat on her bed.

She reached down and peeled off her boots - and was greeted with the even greater stench of damp foot odor. She wiggled her barefoot toes on the floor, then continued taking off the rest of her bodysuit.

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>>20485
Great story!

>>20488

Thanks! Though not sure why someone decided to copy and paste it as a reply here (and using anguro's name no less) when it's literally right here on Lit already: https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/20458.html

>>16970
Yeah, I had trouble understanding some of the deaths too. Overall I thought it was a lot of fun though.

It came from here: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Exodus/6442/Babehunt-VIII

>>17127
Thanks!. Though that source has the end parts missing for some reason.

loved the story, thankyou for reposting it ^^

The orgy was going well, wherever Liara looked there was a cock filling a hole or a cunt being rubbed. Liara herself was no exception to this, she was currently nude and rubbing her clit watching the chaos around her. It Hadn’t taken long for the party at Shepard’s new citadel apartment to devolve into a massive fuck-fest. The intertwining of bodies and the cachophany of sex was a feast for the eyes and ears. Liara felt particular joy at watching Miranda be double teamed by both Grunt and Wrex simultaneously, the poor girl looked like she was about to burst; her belly was so full of krogan Spunk. Still though, she felt that this party wasn’t at its full potential, and that was something she would have to rectify.

Looking around the room for an object that could be of use to her, her eyes fixed on an M-6 Carnifex heavy pistol which had been carelessly tossed aside at the start of the orgy. She then knew exactly how to spice up the night. Grabbing the gun, Liara hopped up onto a free table, and almost slipped on the slimy coating of cum that covered it. Regaining her balance, she dropped to her knees and turned the pistol’s safety off. Some of the more observant party goers already started to take notice of her actions, and slowed their fervent pace so as to better watch the asari scientist.

Happy that she was getting the attention she desired, Liara decided to continue on with her display. Still on her knees, she inserted the tip of the barrel into her mouth, finger resting on the trigger. She sucked on it, pushing the weapon deeper and deeper into her mouth, twisting it slightly as she deepthroated it all the way down to the trigger guard of the pistol. Miranda thudded to the ground as Wrex and Grunt extricated their cocks from her holes so as to better watch the show. All but the most cock-addled party goers had stopped what they were doing to watch her performance. Closing her eyes, Liara drew the gun out from back out from the deep depths of her throat, strands of saliva dripping from the barrel. This caused her watchful crowd to let out a small,barely audible sigh of disappointment. This was all that was needed to inform Liara that she would not commit a party faux pas by the end of her show.

Suddenly, Liara RAMMED the gun back into her mouth, chipping a tooth as she did so. The pain from this was unbothersome, all she needed was the cheer from the audience, who were excited to see what she had planned next. Back and forth liara vigorously fellatiated the firearm, her tempo ever increasing, as if mimicking an enthusiastic blowjob with a male partner. Globs of spittle flew out of her mouth and her makeup ran down her eyes as she choked herself on the deadly instrument. Her friends cheered and masturbated openly at the sight, chanting a chorus of her name. “Li-Ar-a!, Li-Ar-a!, Li-Ar-a!” the chorus cried, as if celebrating a sporting victory.

Liara knew it was time for the crescendo, and so increased her pace even further. Liara slowed her pace and instead began to exaggerate drawing the weapon in and out of her mouth, mimicking an experienced lover sensing their partners orgasm, and adjusting their style accordingly. Liara opened her eyes and gave a wink to her adoring audience before pulling the trigger.

With an enormous BLAM the pistol fired, causing the Asari to jerk backwards slightly as the bullet penetrated her skull, before gravity took over and caused her to limply slump forward into the table with her face pressed downwards and legs slowly sliding into a more neutral position, now that her muscles were no longer controlling them. The shock of the blast had startled her audience slightly, but they quickly regained what little composure they had and crowded around her obviously dead body to inspect the damage. The sheer force of the weapon had all but annihilated the back of her head, plastering chunks of her skull and brain to the rear wall, as well as a massive heaping of blue blood to boot.

Hand trembling, Tali dipped her three fingered fist into Liara’s open skull cavity and cupped up part of the soupy mixture which used to comprise Liara’s brain. Taking the slop, the unsuited quarian girl mashed it into her pussy, causing her to have a quaking orgasm on the spot as she fisted her cunt with her friends brain.

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Kasumi

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