Chainsaw Love tries to capture that devil hunter vibe but honestly feels more like someone's first attempt at making a visual novel. You're stuck in this building talking to Makima, Himeno, and Power - and yeah, they nailed the personalities pretty well actually. Makima's got that manipulative charm thing going, Power is chaotic as hell, and Himeno... well she's just trying to get you drunk probably. The whole Love/Lust point system is basic but it works I guess? You click through conversations, try to say the right things, and eventually unlock some spicy scenes. Nothing groundbreaking here but the writing doesn't make you cringe which is already better than half the parody games out there.

The art style screams AI-generated and it shows - sometimes the proportions are weird and don't get me started on how their hands look in certain scenes. But honestly? The character designs stay true to the source material and when you're focused on... other things... you kinda stop noticing the technical issues. The stripping scenes are decent enough and the oral stuff is animated better than I expected. Power's scenes are probably the best ones - her personality really shines through even during the lewder moments. Makima feels a bit too tame compared to her manga counterpart though, like they were afraid to go full psycho with her.

What bugs me is how linear everything feels despite having multiple interaction paths. Sure you can talk, flirt, or ask for favors, but it all leads to pretty much the same outcomes just with slightly different dialogue. The mysterious building setting could've been used for more creative scenarios but instead you're just moving between three rooms having the same conversations. Still, if you're a Chainsaw Man fan looking for some quick fun with your favorite devil hunters, this scratches that itch without being completely terrible. Just don't expect anything revolutionary - it's junk food for horny weebs and sometimes that's exactly what you need.

Your little scrap of a raft dies on the shore of a hot, sticky island, and somehow you’re still thinking about pussy and power. Priorities, right? Then you realize where you are. This isn’t just some random tropical rock with coconuts and crabs. This is *that* island. The one every pervert on certain Discord servers screams about. Maiden Island. All those rumors about the empress, Boa Hancock, parading around with that impossible ass and attitude? Yeah, she actually exists here, walking around like she owns the entire ocean, and honestly, she kind of does. You’re the unlucky idiot who washed up here with a Devil Fruit that doesn’t promise fire or lightning or some cool logia stuff. No, yours twists bodies. Makes muscle bloom where soft curves used to be. Not just “a bit toned” either. We’re talking from thick to gym freak to full-on amazon that looks like she could bench press the Thousand Sunny and then use you as a tiny cock toy after.

The game basically throws you into this sandbox and tells you: “Alright, perv, go ruin these women in the best way.” Nami’s here too, wandering around like she’s on a tropical side quest, tits bouncing like she never heard of proper support, already stacked but still so small compared to what you can turn her into. At first she’s all wary, wants berries and maps and safety, then a few events later she’s flexing for fun, checking her new biceps with this mix of fear and secret horniness. That scene where she catches herself in the water reflection, bigger than she was that morning, gripping her own thigh because it looks too strong to be real, then asking you in this half embarrassed way, “You did this, right?” That one stuck with me. Not even the sex, just that weird little “oh shit I like this” moment. Boa is different. She starts at “you’re trash” and somehow gets even worse when her back gets covered in thick muscle and her thighs turn into soul crushing traps. There’s this one night scene where her silhouette blocks the moon and she makes you kneel, and you realize your transformation fetish and your humiliation kink are shaking hands and laughing at you. The game lets you push them through four muscle stages, and each jump feels like a new kink unlocking, with clothes fighting to hold on, boobs still huge but now packed on top of hard, veiny slabs. Sometimes it looks a bit crazy in the CG, like her arm should be illegal in half the world, but then she grabs you by the neck and it stops mattering.

What surprised me is how much time you actually spend worrying about food. These aren’t dainty anime waifus who nibble on one rice ball and giggle. You turn them big, they eat like gods, and if you don’t manage your storage right they get pissy and unstable. I liked that stress. I hated it too, but in a good “what the fuck am I doing with my life” way. You’re running around this sunny island, trying to juggle hunger meters, trigger scenes, and still find time to drool over Nami’s shorts getting tighter and Boa’s ass growing into some supernatural monument. It’s kind of funny how the game treats all of this as normal. “Oh, of course you want to turn every woman into a towering amazon with giant tits and tree-trunk legs, what else would you do with god-fruit?” There’s humor everywhere, stupid little gags, side comments that feel like the dev also scrolled too much Rule 34 and just decided to stop pretending. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you grind for food for a while, then suddenly you’re in a serious story scene about loyalty and power and all you can think about is how her lats are wider than the door she just walked through. I wish there was an option to tone the boobs down for one run, just to see pure muscle focus, but it’s never going to happen, the game is fully married to big tits and big everything. It’s messy, horny, oddly cozy, and completely obsessed with watching these famous girls slowly outgrow their own bodies until you’re not sure if you want to worship them, fear them, or just get crushed under a single lazy thigh squeeze.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much while, you know, also being wildly turned on. *Furry Bang Town* sounds like some cheap meme bait, but halfway through the first date scene with that smug wolf barista (he keeps pretending he’s bored while his tail literally wags), I realized this game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s this weird mix of parody and genuine horniness - it flirts with irony but still goes all in when things get wet. The humor hits that awkward space where you don’t know if you’re supposed to cringe or moan. And the writing? Kind of broken in places, but in a way that feels like someone poured their kinks into Google Translate and said, “good enough.” It works. Too well maybe.

I keep thinking about Judy - not the movie one, but the version here who’s somehow both a cop and a futa stripper on weekends. Her route wrecked me; she teases like she’s reading your mind, then there’s this beach scene where she just drops the uniform and starts talking about “justice” while grinding against your thigh. It’s ridiculous. I almost closed the tab, but the sound design pulled me back - heavy breathing layered with seagulls and waves, absurdly effective. Then suddenly, boom, Pokémon crossover out of nowhere. A Lucario bartender offering “protein shots.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was already clicking through dialogue faster than I’d like to admit.

The public use scenes are messy in every sense - crowded cafe bathrooms, fur everywhere, people pretending not to watch. It’s filthy, kind of funny, and weirdly intimate. I hated that it made me feel something beyond just arousal. Also, the ending just stops mid-sentence, like the dev gave up or came too early. Still, I can’t stop thinking about that line where the pony character whispers, “You smell like story.” What does that even mean? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I’m probably overthinking it, but whatever - this game got under my skin in ways it really shouldn’t have.

Not even sure why I clicked on that thumbnail, maybe boredom or curiosity, but this thing went way further than I expected. It’s weird how they made Samus look both powerful and humiliated at the same time - like she’s still that cold bounty hunter under all the mess, but the game keeps pushing her into situations that feel filthy in a way that’s almost hypnotic. You start thinking you’re just clicking through another cheap parody, then suddenly you’re adjusting sliders for things you didn’t think you’d ever have control over. There’s something so wrong about it, yet it’s done with a confidence that makes you forget to question it. I don’t even know if that’s good or bad.

The controls are clunky sometimes, especially when you try to switch between the toys - the physics go crazy, and I laughed instead of getting turned on. But then again, when the tentacles start moving in sync with her breathing, that laughter dies real quick. The sound design is grossly effective: too wet, too close, like someone’s recording from inside her throat. I kept muting it and unmuting again because silence felt even dirtier. The “pee” option caught me off guard; I thought it was a joke setting until I saw how detailed the animation was. Maybe too detailed. And the cake thing? I still don’t get it, but it sticks in your head like a smell you can’t wash off.

I guess what hits hardest is how the game doesn’t pretend to be anything noble. It’s pure control fantasy, ugly and honest. Sometimes she looks back at the camera and there’s this flicker - maybe shame, maybe pleasure - and I can’t tell which one turns me on more. The UI is garbage, but you end up forgetting about it, just lost in rhythm and skin and that awful metallic echo when she moans. I closed the tab, opened it again ten minutes later, and hated myself slightly less the second time.