This one feels like somebody mashed together a grim sci‑fi war story and the filthiest old school browser smut, then forgot to clean it up, and honestly that mess fits it. You’re dropped right into this blacked‑out facility where a squad of female soldiers is supposed to contain these burrowing worm monsters, and very quickly you realize the mission report is just bullshit cover for “how long until everyone gets grabbed, stripped, and stuffed full of eggs.” Scenes don’t ease you in, they kind of stumble from a bit of radio chatter and gunfire straight into a soldier getting dragged through a vent and pinned in a puddle while a fat, veiny worm forces her legs open. There’s this cheap flash look that actually makes the whole thing feel like some dirty SWF you found on a shady site in a school computer lab years ago. It’s not pretty, but it hits a very raw, very specific kink vibe: helpless trained women, all tactical gear and serious faces, completely outmatched by disgusting, single‑minded monsters that only care about pumping them full until their bellies swell. At one point I was trying to play like a “good” soldier, clearing rooms, checking corners, and then a single mistake in a corridor leads to three worms piling on one girl, tearing off her armor bit by bit, and forcing their tips between her lips while her eyes roll back. Kind of hilarious how fast the game drops the illusion of tactics and just goes, “nah, you’re breeding stock now.”

What really sticks is how shameless the pacing is. There’s almost no “romance” nonsense, no slow foreplay, it jumps from tension to full‑on hard sex with these reptile‑slime worms ramming into tight, wet human holes, filling them with visible loads that don’t stop. Bodies bend in ways that are more about showing penetration from every angle than realism, and I’m not complaining. Sometimes the camera lingers too long on faces trying to be terrified and horny at the same time and it looks a bit goofy, like a fanfic author who keeps mixing horror tags and “mind‑breaking pleasure” in the same sentence. But then there’s this one sequence where a captured soldier is already bloated from one clutch of eggs, and another worm crawls up between her thighs while she begs into her broken headset for backup that obviously will never come, and it lands that ugly, intense power fantasy vibe that canon never gives you. In a normal military sci‑fi, they’d cut away, fade to black, rescue team arrives. Here you actually watch the “after,” the shuddering, leaking, overstretched pussy, the slow pulsing as more eggs slide in, the way she twitches when the monster pulls out and leaves her gaping and dripping. The whole thing feels like reading some unbetaed fanfic at 1% battery on your phone, full of spelling errors but still hitting the exact dark fantasy the official story would never allow. It’s crude, it’s horny, it’s not trying to be clever, and that’s kind of its whole charm.