Toy Soldier Kelsey

Toy Transformation

Skin to plastic. Plastic to skin. Which side will win?

Which is real and which is fake. A human mind may be at stake!

Dawn as Human and a toy.

Continuing from yesterday. Showing off Dawn both as human and as a toy soldier. These pictures are full scale 4000x3000 pixel art.

Mid tf shots 02

I was asked on the last shot of if I could have the two sides of the faces making different expressions. I think the first one here shows the difficulty of that. Because with realistic expressions and models, even small changes to the expression changes things like the distance between your nose and mouth. Feel how much your bottom lip moves between when you smile or frown. You have the same problems with these. Not to say it’s a bad idea. Just not something that works as seamlessly as when...

Mid tf shot

I love splicing images together for the mid tf shots. And this really goes to show how important textures are. On the left is plastic and shiny effects. On the right is the warmer flesh tones and cloth.

Statue on display

The statue stands. Helpless. Transfixed. It was once a person. But Medusa had transformed her. Them twisted her form into its current state, horns and wings like a gargoyle. Even her appearence was no longer her own to control.

The Gorgon’s Gaze

Medusa rises up, snarling and staring forward, eyes blazing with fell light. The poor intruder wishes she could look away, but can only stare, falling deeper into the depths as her body hardens.

Medusa stare 02

Remaking the previous image with the new Medusa model and I am very much happy with how it looks. I redid the transformation effects and hope they seem a little more set on the model and less floaty than before.

Medusa pfp

Just sharing my newest pfp, Medusa staring forward into the victim (you) as they harden into stone.

The Gorgon’s gaze

Dawn stared helplessly. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think to move. All she could do was stare at the red light shining into her eyes. At the very center of the light she could see two red eyes, staring into her very soul. She could only stare deeper and deeper into those red lights, there was no end to them, no bottom to ever hit. She woukd keep falling and falling into them for eternity, even a she felt her body growing colder, harder.

The marble crept up her body slowly....

Statue in the bed

It’s important to remember not to instantly change your partner into a statue in the middle of sex. The sudden shift in weight as their body turns to solid marble is more than most beds can handle. Instead start from the legs and slowly work the transformation upward slowly, this gives them time to react, squirm, bit ultimately not move.

What you do with them afterward is entirely up to you!

Such a dusty statue

The doll smiled as it dusted the statue, her eyes half focused. Her mind half present in her current action and half lost remembering the swinging red ruby in the center of the swinging pendant. Her owner, her goddess had whispered such sweet words in her ears, and even though she couldn’t remember exactly what those words were she knew they made her feel warm and happy and obedient.

She dusted the statue, even though the statue wasn’t dusty. This was the third… fourth time she�...

The Demon, the Doll, and the Statue

A few small changes made to make the colors pop and the lighting better.

The doll, the statue, and the demon

the statue stared forward. Unable to move. Unable to comprehend moving. It was stone. Cold hard stone. It could not move. It would not move. Until it’s owner compelled it to do so.

The doll danced, the chip in the back of her neck controlling her senses. She danced because her owner wished her to do so, and with every movement, with every breath, she obeyed, she danced for her owner and felt pleasure. She danced and caressed the statue and felt… pleasure, something else deepe...

Golem obeys

The golem knelt. It didn’t think about what it was doing. It only obeyed.

The golem knelt. It’s back arched, tongue extended, the smooth stone tongue lapping at [Owner]’s exposed sex. It experienced pleasure, pleasure from obedience, an echo of pleasure from [Owner]’s own pleasure. But none for itself. The idea of self was an alien thought, as incomprehensible to it as quantum physics would be to an ant. It did not have a mind that could comprehend why licking its former lover�...

Fun with prims

So, in daz or any other 3d modeling tool, a shape that you generate is called a Primitive or Prim for short. Most of the assets you use in daz are not primitives but actually mesh sculpts with much higher level of detail than prims.

That being said. Thea put the idea in my head to try building a full body using prims and this was the end result. Everything you see is a circle, cylinder, square, or torus, stretched into the proper pose and textured with plastic to make a very traditiona...

Goth Sextoy Soldier

“So like, a spell went bad and I know I should be thinking on how to reverse it… or something. But right now I’m really having a hard time thinking beyond what your hands would feel like on my handles.”

Mirror mirror in the hall.

Tell who is my helpless thrall.

The statue kneels. Unmoving. Unblinking. Staring it itself. Knowing it can never move. Knowing it can never look away. Knowing all it is now is cold hard stone. It can vaguely remember before. It did something with, no too, owner and Thoight itself powerful. But then owner pulled the run out from under it so hard. It had fallen so fast, so hard. Now it was trapped. Forever standing. Forever hearing the whispers of its mistress in its ears it c...

Fun with mirrors part 2

These are examples of where a fun concept can fail on a technical side. The shot is actually a POV shot, the statue in the front is a reflection. But the fact there’s a mirror directly behind means the rear reflection makes it look like there’s growths coming out of the hips. The multiple multiple reflections also makes for a lot of noise clutter in the image that distracts from the main focus of the statue. I think I could fix it to make it better. But in the end completely closing off t...

Mirror prison

The statue knelt. Staring at the statue. It couldn’t look away.

No. That wasn’t true. It could shift its gaze right or left. But there was another statue there too.

And between them. A million different angles of the same statue. Reflected near infinitely, and the statue couldn’t close its eyes to the millions of reflections staring back.

Nor could it cover its ears to stop hearing the whispers.

“You are a statue.”

“You are not a per...