>>18867
This?
https://boards.guro.cx/ai/res/1588.html#2635

NO GAY STUFF BRO

Well some time ago BME.com existed
but at this day the main site with bodymods is actually twitter
or you can go for telegram channels but the most popular bodymod that I can see today is cock and ball removal. other modifications are rather uncommon

Not sure if it is juts me but everything else seem to juts disappear.

Formerly located at manipvvoptp2c7tn.onion, though the server has been offline for some time. Don't know of any other place to find its material, unfortunately. Sorry.

Actually, just stumbled across it myself while updating old bookmarks. Saved the name of the guy behind it, which helped. Search Exhentai for "Tomomaru". The archives are there.

Does anyone have the original image without the cheerleader stuff added? And artist name?

>>16753
I'm only guessing here but by the looks of the different styles I'd say it's an amalgamation of different Euro comics, so it might be more than one artist

Holy shit!! This was the first picture I ever saw on Gurochan. Anyone have artist of the original before the cheerleader shit was added. I see someone asked already but damn worth a shot.

>>44265

Hey Oxode! I remember your electric chair renders from a while ago. Do you still have them? :)

I dont know wher to post the question but does anybody have any works from Shelluk1990?

>>47296
Source?

I'll explain how these images were created: First, use waiNSFW + gel body lora (available on Civitai) to draw a normal gel body. Then, use Seedream 4.0 to make the skin transparent. Finally, use Photoshop to overlay two images in Multiply mode, select the body portion as a mask, and adjust the opacity.

>>13054
Beautiful. Have you try training a lora based on the concept? Though I imagine it would be a difficult concept to train well.

>>35175
KYS BACK ANON!!!

More Ribbon scat

Generated that Image of Penny Crygor shitting herself

Adeleine became a giantess and she shits herself in a city

pissing and shitting yourself, publicly executed with your guild

Slowly digested into chyme, barely even a snack.

Looks like that pack of orcs had a higher Challenge Rating than you thought.

She told you the moment she came inside you, your life was over, so your spent your last moments feeling her hot cum fill you up before she made true on her words.

>>18849
We have a /req section for this kind of questions https://boards.guro.cx/req/index.html ask there

This may help: https://hitomi.la/imageset/artist-badenddungeon-english-3265228.html#1

>>12758
Hot

>>12704

Nice, thanks for the heads up! :3

>>12705 awesome! :D

>>12758 may I ask, why isn't the knife penetrating and/or why is it floating? (I mean, is there kind of a story reason behind it?) ^^

Does human centipede fall under this?

Hehy there fellow degens, i've been looking for a long time for a picture that would fit in this thread.

I think it was a girl, sitting on a chair, with what seems like a wolf or dog face sutured to her face, saying something like "Am i finally beautiful/cute?" If anyone has it, or something that could be it (i might missremember it) i would appreciate it.

got some of his art here

https://kemono.cr/fanbox/user/20676100

He went to the war. Is he okay? Does anyone have any news about him?

>>18725
Thanks anon

>>18725
Can not access, got mega/magnet or other dl?

bump

6 - … she said, lying.

She pulled the blade back up and tied it as firmly as she could. Then, to screams of protest from her sensible side, and rabid cheers from the side which had just brought her to a string of powerful organs, she laid back down on the guillotine, raised the lunette, and let it fall back over her neck. The clash of instincts in her mind made her tremble and moan, half from fear and half from arousal.

This time, as a concession to her sensible half, the rope was tied and she was perfectly safe. Her sensible side argued that she was still laying in a live guillotine and using the threat of death for stupid short-term pleasure.

Her other side argued that was the point.

She squeezed her breast until it hurt, reviving the fantasy of the ancient warrior, and she bid him plant his boot in her chest as her headless body quivered.

As if with a mind of his own, the ancient warrior instead removed his helmet to reveal the face of Ben.

“Unbelievable,” he said, placing her severed head in the crook of her arm, facing up so that she could see him kneeling in front of her still-twitching body. “You couldn’t get enough of shit-testing me, so you went and shit-tested Fate.”

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7 - Stacy, seductive selector and single mother

Stacy put down the phone, frustrated. Surely, if she didn’t have the kids to factor in, she could pull the man she so desperately needed. This one had been so promising, too: he had not instantly ghosted her when she told him she was a single mother, and had seemed like the type to treat another man’s children well. He had a hot voice that she had loved roleplaying with over the phone. Then she had made the mistake of linking him the court case to prove her innocence in the divorce. He had not agreed with the jury, and that was the end of that.

And now, as she always did when she was frustrated and alone yet again, she went to the barn, where despite everything, she had kept her first husband’s woodcraft projects. It had been his favorite place, built by his own hands, and she had taken it from him. She had once seen it as an act of conquest. In a way she still did. His old land was hers, and he lived in a tiny, sparse apartment that she could make tinier and sparser if she so desired by citing inflation and inadequate payment to the judge and selling it with a few tears for the jury. She felt no guilt for it. As her first husband himself had said, it was a woman’s role to select the worthiest man and drive him to greatness. He had not been sufficient … but she had never found anyone quite like him.

She opened the doors to find the lights on and the smell of wood tainted by something else.

Stacy’s first husband had been a masterful woodworker. She had wanted to destroy his life’s work out of a petty sense of vengeance, but with a lit match in hand, she had found herself unable to destroy what he had made. Especially the centerpiece: the replica guillotine, on which she had spent dozens of lonely nights engrossed in lurid fantasy.

The guillotine’s blade was all the way down. Stacy could not recall ever hearing it. Heart suddenly racing, she approached the contraption.

The headless female body which lay there was functionally naked, large, soft breasts exposed beneath a pulled-up shirt and bikini top. Her panties and shorts were bunched up around one ankle, and otherwise her pure, beautiful white skin was completely exposed, slick with sweat and slimy with juices, especially down her perfect thighs. The body on the guillotine was a perfect image of Stacy in her late-teens. She dreaded looking in the basket because she knew what she would find.

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8 - Stacy’s lust and Becky’s body

She looked, and found two big, shocked green eyes staring into hers. Sightless. Becky’s face was pale, spattered with her own blood. A little book from Stacy’s collection rested in the basket beside her daughter’s beautiful severed head, partly covered with her hair.

It was the sort of thing Becky and Stacy both loved to read. Her little girl, her perfect reflection, had gone and gotten herself killed in the exact same way her mother so often fantasized about. The perfect, final act of submission. The ultimate punishment.

Stacy felt herself growing wet. Behind the shock that she was certain would collapse into grief at any moment, this was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Becky's body was flawless, utterly gorgeous even without her head, her skin glossy with a coating of sweat and juices.

She looked at her daughter's headless body with a rapidly growing desire. The body was still twitching out its last tiny vestiges of energy, a reflexive dance of death that was strangely erotic. Stacy felt a pull, a dark fascination that she couldn't ignore. Her daughter had died very recently. Her body, when Stacy placed a hand on her chest, was still warm.

She looked at the door. She had seen Ben go to bed, so she was alone in the barn with her daughter, who had just died in the most erotic way Stacy could imagine. It was an opportunity she would never get again. If she waited, her shock would settle into grief, and she would never feel this way again.

She plucked her daughter’s severed head from the basket and hugged it to her breasts, careless of the blood now staining her camisole.

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9 - Stacy’s bad idea

But was it?

Becky had died in precisely the way Stacy had always fantasized about, and Stacy was still alive. She wasn't about to get herself killed on purpose, but she wanted to feel what her daughter had. She wanted to feel even closer to Becky than she already was, with their bare, wet pussies pressed together. She had to feel the pain of the guillotine ... without letting it kill her.

Shimmying forward on Becky's body, she set the girl's head back on the table, then lifted the guillotine's blade in both hands. It was fairly heavy, definitely easier to hold up with a pulley and rope. But she managed it. She shifted it into one hand, then raised the lunette with the other, awkwardly slipped her own neck into the crescent, and barely managed to set the blade down gently on the back of her neck. The blade kissed her flesh, and then bit. She moaned, legs kicking against the table, chest heaving against Becky's.

"Fuck ... this might have been a bad idea ..."

Bad idea, yes. Very hot, also yes. Stacy could see droplets of her own blood falling into the basket, onto the cover of that spicy book Becky had somehow got a hold of. Moaning through her closed lips, she wrapped her arms around Becky's soft, helpless figure and hugged her tight. She managed to wrap both of her legs around one of Becky's and began to grind. The thrill made her wet, but humping her daughter's wet thigh was so arousing in itself that it made her move faster, despite the pain in her neck. That pain was good. It was a fraction of what Becky must have felt, just the tip of the sharp metal that had turned Becky from a beautiful young lady into a quivering, pretty pile of meat. It was pain and pleasure, life and death, and she was on the precipice of it all, a beautiful middle ground with Becky's soft young body as a mattress.

As she felt her orgasm begin to bubble again, she also heard a long, wooden groan from high above. It was probably just the wind against the barn, and she couldn't bring herself to stop anyway. She grinded harder, faster, against Becky's thigh, coaxing her juices out, moaning the dead girl's name over and over.

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10 - The death she always wanted

Back in the present, Stacy turned her head, enduring the cut of the blade, just enough to see the model spaceship, bolted down all those years ago, groaning and tilting down and further down, little by little as the bolts popped out, one by one.

She froze.

Becky's body in her arms, her pussy tight against the girl's thigh, Stacy could only watch as, in the space of two seconds, the model's nose slipped neatly between the scaffolding of the guillotine and came down hard, like a gigantic wooden hammer, on the top of the blade.

Schunk.

Pain filled her neck, sensation vanished beneath it, and Stacy felt herself falling.
Her nose bonked the spicy novel, and her head rolled until she was facing up. Thoughts fled, and all that went through her mind was exactly what she saw and heard: two bright streams of blood sailing over the blade, splashing against the nose of the model ship, then past it and all around as Stacy's naked, sweat-soaked figure sat up. She could see her own large breasts bounce as her hands groped feverishly where her head should be. Blood splashed her fingers and squirted left, then right as her body swayed and shuddered.


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