Forgot about the bump limit thing.

For newbies: Here are my two old threds:

https://www.gurochan.cx/3dcg/res/25081.html

https://www.gurochan.cx/3dcg/res/11569.html

And again the start of another story I first posted om pixiv. Of course here you get uncensored versions.

a few days ago someone posted a link to his guro aggregator site. the thread is gone. someone knows what the link was?

anyone know the source?

source?

Why is finding guro that involves the female killing the male so hard to find? Is there a term for it, Reverse guro is probably the wrong term.

Also if you have any of the female killing the male type guro please post some, i'll try to post some as well

Had Poitou from Pixiv do this for me. I hope you like it. Some bonus images to follow, and other, different ones later.

Someone sliding their arm into a person's belly or chest cavity. Can be consensual or not, your choice. As long as their limb is surrounded by hot squishy guts it doesn't matter.

anything to do with smashing skulls!

Hey, I recently got DAZ 3D (hence a complete noob), but they don't seem to "do" anatomically correct young characters. I can't seem to find anywhere that has them. Where do young characters come from? Surely people don't build them from scratch? Thanks!

Vanilla the Rabbit had unfortunately lost her life when she took a stray bullet for her daughter during one of Eggman's attacks.

Her wake was held and many people attended it.

You must have this many limbs to ride the attraction

Posted this on /lit/ a while ago but no luck.

was hoping some of my favorite stories had been reposted here but I don't see them. There were three, I think all by the same author though I could be wrong. They were all novel length/quality

First, I think was entitled "Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars". You might be able to guess why this is hard to search for. It was about a guy inviting another guy to guess house and slowly murdering him. I remember a few details but not much.

Next was about a Nazi doctor and a teenager(?) in nazi Germany. Again, I just remember random snippets.

And the third and my favorite was a sci fi with a futuristic/space setting. The dominant was named Oberon and had robotic eyes. I remember one of the first scenes was him dissecting an albino to see if they looked different on the inside as well.

I remember a bunch of random details from them but nothing that i could use to find them. Hoping someone has copies and/or knows who the author is, as I remember his work being fairly popular for m/m as it was incredibly well written, although it's possible it was from quite a while back.

Thanks*

I remember there being a few posts being on his pixiv that I can no longer find. Specifically there was a Death Stranding post and more to this One Punch Man sisters pic that I don't have, but I'm sure there are other posts I'm forgetting.

If anyone has these would appreciate it

especially images with two or more girls

True Carnage
(Extreme genital mutilation, rape, extreme vore, extreme snuff)

The red substance was on every surface in Mary Jane's room, sticky yet also dripping with a silken glimmer. It extended from the surfaces, stretching towards the middle of the room from every corner and cranny making a red web. In the middle of it was a beautiful young woman named Mary Jane Watson-Parker; the wife of Peter Parker – the Spider Man. Her beautiful long red hair curtaining her beautiful heart shaped face, large blue eyes, gorgeously red lipsticked lips, and a terrified expression. Her smooth white skin, was perfect across her curvy build that was exposed fully – her clothes had been torn completely off, her nudity only covered by the red substance holding her to the dark web.

“Its Cletus, isn't it?” Mary Jane said, struggling against the tight dark cords.

In front of her, with the build of an Olympic wrestler, was a huge dark figure rippling with muscles that moved across his skin with each alien twitch of his body. Completely red, the man looked like it was made of the same material as the webbing, almost like he was wearing a suit – but the way it moved was inhuman and looked almost alive. The face looked like a full head mask with two overly large white comet shaped images where real eyes should have been, and a large fanged mouth that was much too large for the head, and a long lizard like tongue.

“Yes. This body used to that of Cletus Kasady but we have come to an… symbiotic understanding.” the low growl of an inhuman voice said as it approached her.

“You won't be able to get me to tell you anything, so just let me go or kill me.” Mary Jane spat out at the monster who only laughed in her face at the indignant display.


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Post-Doceltt – CEST
(Extreme genital mutilation, con, non-con, violence, execution, extreme snuff)

PART 1:
“How's Jenny doing?” Carl asked as the CEST van casually sped down the freeway with silent lights on. The small bumps in the road causing everyone to jostle slightly. Carl was middle aged gentleman in his early forties with a strong build, dark hair slicked back, and an impressive mustache. He was in full riot gear but with his helmet removed. He smiled brightly at the young man across from him.

James was the newest recruit in the Culling Enforcement Swat Team, CEST for short. James had been told that in the olden days these swat vans held men in riot gear that actually were meant to address riots. Facing crowds, using pepper spray, shooting tear gas, now that was all in the past. Society had changed. This was the Post-Doceltt era, a world where the strangest phenomenon had occurred. Women's fertility made it so the chances of having a male child were close to none, but the chances of having girls and multiple children skyrocketed. Women would have three to five children, all girls! The number of men drastically decreased and now it was to the point that to keep the world livable, women had to be culled.

This is where the Culling Enforcement Swat Team came from. A team of elite enforcers who came into organizations, or places, where the women were not conceding to the culling they had agreed to. Most of the time this was the fault of the administration, and not the girls or women themselves. Generations now had been trained since the youngest ages to expect their culling unless they either tested positive for male child birth, or demonstrated the skill to keep them valuable to society.

James was only sixteen, he came into the CEST units so young. He had never even snuffed a girl before! Usually by this age, most boys had snuffed several girls a week. He had dove deep into his studies and training, to get into CEST and it showed as he knew how to use all the appropriate tools on his tool belt, all the tactics required to snuff girls, everything in the books – James knew. But he lacked experience but that was all about to change.

James looked up nervously at Carl, forcing out a smile. “My sister is doing fine. My dad snuffed Sally last week though.”

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Pussy Butcher
(Extreme genital mutilation, g, con, snuff, cann)

Disclaimer:
All works are completely fictional.
All names were created via random generators, and any likeliness to actual people is a complete coincidence.
Be kind to women, they're our mothers, wives, sisters and daughters.
With that said, this is fantasy – lets go destroy some cunts.

The familiar cheery ring of the customer bell chimed as Jennifer entered the Allan's Butchery. The sweet smell of cooking teenage flesh filled her nostrils, and reminded her of what she wanted to make for dinner. The gentle calm ambiance of the store greeted her with a handful of patrons sat at small white tables, with white chairs across the white tiled linoleum floor. The whole place gave off a very clean, well kept establishment vibe, and Jennifer was always happy to set foot into it.

She spied the special of the day on the plates of a few customers, a prepubescent cunt baked with rosemary and sweetened with a blueberry glaze. It was both savory and sweet, as the meet was charred to a brilliant precision, glistening with moist juices against the bright fluorescent lighting.


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So I came across this on Pixiv. The artist is 木木言竹. Using Google translate and surfing through the comments, it appears he's selling sets of these. However, he's being rather cryptic on where he's selling them, either that or I'm being an idiot.

Does anyone know where he sells these?

Pt 1

Samantha sat in her dorm room listlessly rocking her computer chair, staring out the window without seeing anything beyond. If you had walked into the room and asked her what the weather was like outside she would not have been able to tell you. The small TV in the corner was playing her favourite show on Netflix but she was not even aware of it, she was too lost in her own thoughts. Samantha’s twenty-first birthday was in less than two weeks and then it would be too late. Again.

Nearly twenty one years ago, Samantha had been born into a world where cooking and eating young girls were accepted, even common-place. She had been to two parties where girl-meat was on the menu before she turned six, the age at which she herself became eligible for slaughter. The first had been a family gathering where one of her older cousins, thirteen or fourteen at the time, had been spit-roasted. The other, she could not remember the occasion, had involved two girls not much older than her being boiled together in a big stew pot. She remembered finding it funny, as if they were taking a bath outside. She also remembered how tasty the stew had been later.

Throughout her childhood, Samantha had always carried the assumption that she was bound for the dinner table sooner or later. Nobody had told her this or even, as far as she could remember, suggested it as a joke, it was just something that she “knew”. As she got older, she saw more and more girls like her cooked and eaten, always enjoying those she got a chance to taste. She went to parties where the Birthday Girl got barbecued, went to restaurants where, instead of a menu, a live girl was brought to the table to help you pick which pieces you wanted, there were even more family reunions, weddings and other celebrations where girls from her family were cooked. The more girls she ate, the more certain she became that she would join them one day.

Then she had turned fifteen and suddenly found herself not only uneaten but now ineligible to ever be so. She did not know how to feel. There was relief to an extent but also a strange disappointment. It was not exactly that she wanted to be eaten. She was a happy girl who enjoyed life and was more than happy to go on living it but knowing that she would now never be cooked felt strange and a little upsetting, like she had missed out on a big opportunity. Then, when she was seventeen, that law had been changed. In response to increasing demand for girl-meat, the age of eligibility was extended downwards from six to four and upwards from fourteen to twenty. Once again, Samantha had found herself of an age where she could be cooked and the familiar feeling of certainty had, slowly but surely, crept back. It was almost like being given a second chance at a prize, albeit a prize she was not sure that she wanted, but a second chance none the less.

And yet the years had rolled by once again, years filled with parties and even dates to girl-meat restaurants, while Samantha remained almost obstinately alive and uneaten. It was not as if anyone had asked her directly but there had been plenty of occasions when volunteers were called for. She had waited for someone to suggest it to her, for her friends to apply a little peer-pressure, and yet it had never come and now, here she was once more, about to cross the boundary beyond which nobody would ever taste her meat.

She had certainly made the most of her life so far. She had studied hard at school, got great GCSE results and followed those up with even more impressive A-Levels, earning her a place at the top university of her choice, on her way towards what was sure to be a glittering career. And yet she felt unfulfilled. However much she thought about the future and tried to look forward to it, she could not shake the feeling that, whatever was to happen in the years ahead she was not supposed to be a part of it and that her destiny lay on the dining table. But could she bring herself to make that choice? To volunteer her body at some party or sign herself over to a restaurant to be eaten by strangers?

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