Make 'em nasty! Or make 'em smaller! This is the /alt boards, so almost any request goes! Humiliate them, bind them, inflate them, fatten them, colorize them, etc… Or, give them tentacles, enormous balls, no balls, huge muscles, furry or human transformation, macros, micros, whatever you want… <sigh> …even diapers. :P
Here's the standard rule list for all edit/photoshop threads…
1) Be polite.
2) Specifics and high quality references appreciated,
….and increase chance of fulfillment.
-PRE-RESIZE overly small pics here http://waifu2x.udp.jp/
3) Thread DON'TS: Political, memes, CP, CP-lookalike
5) Edits take time & not every request will get done. Wait a while before re-reposting.
6) Don't be greedy - no repeat/multiple fills. It's ungrateful.
-If it's rare, wait 'til next thread before requesting again.
7) Usual board rules apply: make sure they're legal, etc…
2D Photoshop #5. http://boards.barachan.org/2D/res/11678.html
Furry Photoshop. http://boards.barachan.org/fur/res/1755.html
Monster Edit…. http://boards.barachan.org/mon/res/3415.html
3D Photoshop…. http://boards.barachan.org/3D/res/2986.html
Thanks to the Anon who made the middle edit. >>>/alt/5412
the muscles are going along quite nicely, the dickhead is alittle bit weird, but its ok. Take your time!
Thanks! The head is weird because I just used a simple stretch, so now I need to either apply it separately to the head or just draw it anew. It's not as bad as it sounds since the drawing has simple colors anyway, so it shouldn't be too difficult.
Thank you so much! Of course it is! Please continue!
It is processing as much as I can.
I hope that someone will make this picture more erotic.http://boards.barachan.org/2D/res/11271.html#q11545
And a really big one too while you're at it:p what anime is this?
I made 3 sizes, hopefully they're okay. It's a hard image to work with since it has that weird mosaic-y overlay on top of it.
"Foolish mortal! Did you truly believe such puny human earthenware could conceal my godly endowment?!"
"Forgive me, sir. I'll go see if I can fetch a… vase, or something. (Dear Lord, please have mercy on me.)"
"Is such a small bowl really enough to cover my assets? Surely my engorged scrotum escapes its silhouette?"
"Oh, don't worry, sir. At this angle, nothing is visible. (Fucking prick. Your balls ain't big, your little cock just makes 'em look that way.)"
"Are- are you quite certain you have that tray positioned properly? I can't have you publicizing my… shortcomings."
"*snicker* Don't you worry about a thing, 'big guy'. I don't do porn here. (He's gonna kill me when he sees this spread, but it'll be so worth it!)"
Thank you so much for your hard work, I appreciate it very much!
Fuck, which one to choose, can I have all them? don't wanna understand complainings about size, so many, many things you can do with any from head to toe, feet, balls, penis, hole, glutes, prostate, stomach, tummy, nipples, pecs, mouth, eyes, nose, head, arms, hands, thighs, and so on and so on…
That would require trying to recreate pieces of the intricate background and drawing in new anatomy, that's above and beyond any reasonable->teeniest dick
Someone needs me.
In all honesty, this edit is pretty bad. I wouldn't share it were it not a specific request, and I feel that something is better than nothing. And why let my efforts go to waste? Not as if I have any pride to protect as an anonymous poster on a forum for gay porn.
And an accompanying story that bounced through my head while making this
Doing your best to force a polite smile through gritted teeth, you urgently thrust your fist forward, opening it to reveal your last 10 credits.>Please, sir, I just need something to preserve my dignity. Anything will do.
The cashier looks you up and down, making a most halfhearted attempt to hide the upward twitch of the corner of his mouth as his gaze settles on your manhood. He makes a few disinterested taps at the screen before him.>I understand, sir, but unfortunately, our most basic pair of underwear is offered at a flat rate of 120 credits, regardless of how much, or how… little, fabric is necessary for synthesis.
Your cheeks flush with heat at his pointed words. Doing your best to avoid making even more of a spectacle of yourself, you press onward with what civility you can muster.>Surely there must be some alternative? A washcloth? A single sock? Anything will work…>Maybe you could fashion something out of more simple materials. Perhaps some dental floss, and… half a ping-pong ball?
The droning voice of another employee cuts in.>Dental floss is 12 credits.>Ah, what a shame.
The cashier drinks in your growing exasperation, an enormous grin plastered onto his default expression of amiability.
>>7358>D-Don't you have anything free here?
Despite your best efforts, your large, nude body, combined with an abnormally long and tense exchange with a cashier, has drawn a number of eyes. You feel your dick begin to stiffen from the intense feeling of shame coursing through you. For once, you're thankful not to be a grower; no one is likely to notice your erection at such a marginal increase in size.>Actually, you're in luck. It's government mandate in this sector that any chain store provide complimentary contraceptive.>I-I'll take anything at this point.>Perfect. Just scan your palm below.
You oblige, relieved this nightmare scenario will soon be over, or at least abated. Practically salivating, the cashier inputs a series of taps on his end of the device, finalizing the transaction.>SYNTHESIZING: ONE EXTRA SMALL SIZED CONDOM
Your cheeks burn with rage and humiliation as a loud robotic voice plays tinnily from the tablet's speakers. You hear a man somewhere to your left giggle. A few others in earshot try to stifle laughter. You don't dare to look anywhere but into your palm, watching as the condom is created from nothing, for fear of further embarrassment. None of the other checkout stations have played any noise like that, so you're decently certain the cashier enabled that feature just for a sadistic joke.
After what seems like an eternity, the tiny plastic square finishes synthesizing, a bold 'XS' printed proudly on the front. Silently cursing your parents for their backwards stance on genetic engineering, you begin to peel the packaging open.>You might want to get that guy on quick. I have to clean these floors.
You look down frantically between your feet to see a pool of clear liquid glistening between them, a small ripple created by each new drop streaming from your cock head. Unable to muster any words, you quickly turn to hide your shame from the cashier. Clearly, however, this was the wrong move, as a small crowd of onlookers had gathered behind you by this point. Most had the decency to look away once you faced them, though a group of two young men simply stared, mouths open in the cartoonish image of frozen laughter. Well past the point of dignity, you scramble to don the condom, hoping to regain a scrap of composure. Suddenly, you pause.>Everything alright?
You swivel back to look at the cashier through tears, doing your best to force any sound from your throat. The condom's reservoir swings pendulously below your fully engorged cock as you move, filling slowly but surely with seminal fluid.>Do you have a size smaller?