Max is this kind of idiot I relate to way too much. He walks into a fantasy world full of loot, monsters, magic, and somehow he keeps ending up with his dick in the middle of every mistake. It looks like a normal dungeon crawl at first: you grab a sword, smack a few slimes, think about gold and maybe some huge tits in a tavern after. Then the game just quietly takes your hand and says, “ok, now you’re going to lose control of everything that makes you you.” One bad magical artifact, one “oh this chest looks safe”, and suddenly your big hero is waking up with soft thighs, a tight pussy and clothes that cling in all the wrong places. I mean, the right places. Depends how honest you are with yourself. The story doesn’t treat it like some trauma drama, more like “yep, that happened, your ass jiggles now, keep moving”. That mix of goofy humor with really filthy stuff works weirdly well. You’re chuckling at a dumb line and then the next click your transformed body is getting eyed by an orc with a cock like a weapon, and you’re wondering when exactly you went from “adventurer” to “walking breeding target”.

The thing that hit me hardest is how the corruption creeps in. At the beginning you still think like a guy. You try to cover your chest, you feel humiliated when someone stares at your nipples through a torn shirt, you hate that your hips sway and everyone notices. Then there’s that one scene where a monster pins you to a dungeon wall and you know you should be fighting back, but the game lets you just… stop. His hand is between your legs, your mind is screaming and your new clit is buzzing and you catch yourself grinding against him. After that, every choice feels a bit dirtier. You tell yourself you hate the mage who keeps “testing” new spells on your body, but you still show up to his room. You say you’re disgusted by getting filled with hot cum and feeling it leak down your thigh in a quiet corridor, but your hand is between your legs the moment you’re alone, panting like a bitch in heat. The netorare flavor creeps in there too. Watching someone you care about get pulled away from you, hearing her moan for another guy, feeling your own body already softened and trained, like the world decided you’re not the one doing the fucking anymore, you’re the one getting used. There is one lesbian scene that absolutely fried my brain: you, fully transformed, trying to prove to yourself you’re still in control, so you take the lead with another girl. Except halfway through, she’s the one gripping your hair, riding your face, and your own fingers are inside yourself, dripping, because her smell and her voice are turning you on more than any memory of your old cock. It’s messy, a bit cruel, sometimes very funny in a shitpost way, and then suddenly you’re watching a creampie animation stay inside just a bit too long and the word “pregnant” pops into your head and refuses to leave. That feeling of “I shouldn’t enjoy this” but you keep clicking anyway, that’s what stayed with me after I closed the tab and tried to pretend I was just checking Twitter.

You come back to this glossy, fake-perfect hometown like some prodigal son who learned how to fuck with people’s brains instead of just getting a normal job. Now you’re the new psychologist in a mega rich tech corporation, walking into rooms where everyone smiles too wide and lies for a living. Under the marble floors and glass walls, it all smells like perfume, power and bad decisions. The game leans hard into that. Every session you run feels like foreplay and interrogation at the same time. You’re supposed to help them, of course, but the tools they give you, the tech, the hypnosis routines, the little “mental triggers” you slip into their thoughts, it all starts feeling less like therapy and more like slow, sweet corruption. You’re not just listening. You’re adjusting. Pushing. Groping minds before you even touch their skin.

What I liked is how the story keeps mixing that clinical talk with very physical, shameless scenes. One moment you talk with a high-ranking MILF executive about workplace stress while she crosses and uncrosses those ridiculous thick thighs, blouse two buttons too low, always “by accident”. Next scene, you’re in her penthouse, city lights behind her, and she’s asking you to “help her relax” while your hand is inside her blouse and she’s kneeling between your legs, lips shiny, voice all shaky from a suggestion you planted earlier. It is not subtle. It’s not even trying to be. It knows exactly what it is doing when it gives you dialogue options that look responsible, then clearly marks another one that will nudge her a bit deeper into dependence, into that warm, obedient haze. You tell yourself you’re testing the boundaries of the tech, that it’s for science, but then you’re making her slowly strip for you in her office, door half open, her tits bouncing in those little looped animated scenes that repeat just enough times you realize you’ve been staring too long. At some point there is a scene with a “family dinner” that pretends to be normal, like catching up after you’ve been away. It goes sideways fast if you choose the more daring lines. Old resentments on the table, wine flowing, and you quietly dropping cues, peeling away all the polite surface. Watching someone who should absolutely not be touching you like that run a hand along your thigh under the table while the others talk about business mergers feels filthy in a very particular, incest-tinted way the game clearly enjoys. It toys with romance too, like putting sugar on poison. There are moments where one woman’s shy smile, the way she leans on you on a balcony, actually feels tender, almost pure. Then you remember you installed a mental reinforcement earlier that makes her horny when she smells your cologne, and the next kiss is tongue, teeth, desperation, her grinding that big ass into your crotch while she whispers how safe she feels with you. I still hate the phone UI popups that slide in at the worst times and cover half the boob, by the way. Whoever designed that deserves a very stern handjob without lube. The branching is sneaky. You think you’re just picking filthy or filthier, but later the game tells you in its own way that you chose whether she becomes a loyal lover, a brainwashed toy, or something broken and dangerous. Multiple endings hide behind small choices in early scenes, like whether you give someone a comforting hug or you “accidentally” let your hand rest on her ass a bit too long. And somewhere between giving oral instructions during an actual blowjob scene, watching those smooth 3D bodies glisten, and deciding if you’ll let one of them keep a bit of free will, you realize you’re not playing the hero here at all, just enjoying every slow, dirty step.