Imagine walking into a clinic where everyone looks like they escaped from a horny Pinterest board you made at 2% battery. That is pretty much the energy of Futa Healthcare. It pretends to be all serious and medical, white coats and forms and “professional standards”, but two clicks later you’re watching a stacked futa nurse “check your reflexes” by making you stroke her under the exam table while she keeps a straight face for the other patients. The game leans hard into that whole “this is a legitimate checkup, sir” vibe while your cock is out, her cock is out, and nobody is doing anything that would pass any kind of ethics board. Which is the point.

You play this clueless young dude walking into a special clinic for futas, and he’s trying to act like he’s there for research or whatever, but the second a tall futa doctor in a tight uniform leans over him, you can feel his halo just slide off. There is this one scene where you’re supposed to fill a “sample cup” and the doctor says she needs to “supervise” because it’s for a special study. She stands way too close, latex gloves on, then she just wraps her hand around you and starts pumping while asking boring medical questions like “Any family history of heart issues?” while your dick is pulsing in her fist. It’s so dumb and hot at the same time. And they actually animate the rhythm, not just one lazy loop. Sometimes it looks a little stiff, sometimes you get that perfect angle where your brain goes quiet and your hand just keeps clicking next without reading.

The wild part for me was how often they weaponize uniforms. Not just nurses. You’ve got a strict futa doctor with glasses who talks like she cares about your long-term health, then tells you anal pressure tests are “routine now” and pushes a lubed toy in you while you’re strapped on your side, and the MC is half complaining, half moaning. Then later there is this older futa “specialist” with thick mom energy, huge tits pressing against her coat, doing a “family screening” with a relative in the next room, and the whole incest thing is just kind of dropped like it’s normal paperwork. She closes the curtain, tells you to relax, pulls your mouth to her cock and acts like it’s therapy. I’m there thinking, ok, maybe that’s too much, and still I click through every dialog line. The teasing is constant, they make you watch them masturbate on those stupid exam chairs, they grope you while talking about blood pressure, they send you out into the hallway with a visible erection because “we need to see your reaction in public situations”, which made me laugh because it’s so fake and also great. It’s rough around the edges, faces sometimes look a bit plastic, some animations loop weird, one nurse’s hand clips through a thigh every time she gives a blowjob and it drives me insane, but then she spits on the tip and the camera angle hits, and honestly I forget everything. The futa on futa checkups, the futa on female “patient comfort sessions”, the interracial scenes with that dark-skinned nurse riding your face while stroking her own shaft, the way they keep pretending it is healthcare when it’s just a sex dungeon with forms, it all blends into this messy, horny notebook doodle of a game that feels like someone put all their kinks in one medical folder and never cleaned it up.

Some games try to pretend they are normal stories that just happen to have sex in them. This one doesn’t even bother, it just locks you in a house where every “guest” at the door is a walking problem with big tits, a fat ass, and probably some kind of monster bullshit going on behind her smile. You’re basically the dumb human who ended up with weird powers and now has to “inspect” each girl to see if she’s paranormal or safe. Of course the inspection is not like showing IDs. It starts all polite, some teasing, flirty questions, then suddenly her mouth is on your cock and you’re trying to remember if you’re supposed to be checking her aura or just not nut too fast. The horny part and the detective part kind of step on each other in a fun way. Sometimes you actually want to get to the truth of what the girl is, sometimes you just want to let the monster girl with the thick thighs hypnotize the shit out of you and ride you until your brain restarts.

The vibe is lazy in a good way, like a sandbox where you just open the door, pick who to mess with, see how far you can push things before it goes sideways. One time I tried to act all confident, used my powers to push into a girl’s mind, and she just snapped back, pinned me to the wall with one hand, and made me eat her out until my jaw hurt. Then she kissed me like she owned me and I kinda liked it but also felt like I lost at a game I didn’t know the rules of. The female domination here isn’t just “she rides you on top”. Some of them treat you like a toy, some like a pet, some like a partner they might actually trust if you don’t fuck it up. When you finally convince one of them she can stay inside your house, it hits different, because now she’s in your space, wandering around in her underwear, using her superpowers to do dumb stuff like float your phone out of reach while you’re trying to check Discord. And of course if you piss her off, suddenly blowjob inspection turns into “I’m going to sit on your face and read your thoughts until you beg properly”. It sort of trains you to pay attention, not just spam through dialog. Which is funny, because sometimes the writing repeats a bit and I still clicked anyway, then complained in my own head about it and kept playing.

Porn-wise it ramps up quick. One minute she’s just leaning forward, pressing those big tits together while she pretends to answer your questions, next minute she’s on her knees, drool sliding down your shaft, eyes a bit glowing, whispering shit into your mind while her tongue works your tip. Some girls are playful, they teasingly stroke you with just fingertips, kiss the head, pull back, ask “are you sure you’re human?” like that’s the important part while your cock is throbbing out of control. Others just go full hunger mode, deepthroat, spit, messy sounds, then climb on and sink down on you like they’ve been waiting centuries. There’s this one inspection where you’re supposed to check if her body is completely human, so she makes you “test every inch”. Hands on her ass, fingers between her legs, sliding inside while she grinds back against your palm and talks right into your thoughts about how easy you are to control. You’re half investigating, half just getting milked. And when more girls start sticking around, it stops being just one-on-one. You walk into a room and two of them are already arguing over who gets your cock first, one offering a slow, sloppy blowjob while the other promises to use her powers to squeeze you tighter from the inside. It doesn’t even feel fair, but that’s kind of the point. You’re the guy with powers, yet every time you end up flat on your back, buried in pussy, covered in lipstick and bite marks, wondering if you accidentally invited the wrong monster into your home. Not that you’ll kick her out.

“The Mansion Mouse” looks kind of silly at first glance, and then suddenly you’re knee deep in dragon guts watching a tiny mouse soul get swallowed three different ways. It’s written like one of those weird fetish side-chapters from a manga spin-off that the main author probably didn’t supervise. You’re this little mouse, literally, waking up in a cage in some rich estate, and the “mistress” who owns the place feels like a giantess doujin artist accidentally got to write her whole route. She’s tall, she’s cruel in that lazy way, her fingers are way too big for you, and nothing about the scale is fair. One moment she taps the bars and calls you cute, next moment you’re dangling between claws of an anthro dragon girl who could probably chew through a car. The whole thing feels like somebody saw one panel of a vore manga, misremembered it, and then based a full visual novel on that misremembered panel. In a good way. Or at least an honest way. There are choices all over the place, but they mostly come down to “do you let yourself be meat in this specific style, or do you try to squirm into a worse fate.” You flick between them quickly, too quickly sometimes, like you’re speedrunning your own death gallery.

The giantess angle is strong here. Not just size talk, but camera stuck right up against skin, fur, teeth, folds, places you probably shouldn’t be seeing at that distance. There’s this scene with the dragon mistress where she presses you along her tongue and it cuts to an x-ray shot that looks like a biology lesson drawn by a horny teenager. You see the little mouse body sliding down, squeezed by muscle, and if you pick the wrong line of dialogue she doesn’t even slow down, just swallows and goes back to her book. Another path lets her “keep” you inside in a way that’s more unbirth than vore, like you’ve been downgraded from pet to living toy lodged somewhere way too warm and rhythmic. Those routes feel weirdly intimate and also kind of brutal, like the game can’t decide if it wants to be loving or mean, so it tries both in the same scene. There is blood in some endings, splashes of it, bones too, and then sometimes she licks you clean like you’re precious. It’s all over the place in tone. That’s part of why it works. The furry thing is not shy either. Everyone important is some anthro creature towering above you, paws or claws filling the whole screen, and you stay small the entire time. No magic fix, no growth potion to “even things out”, you just keep being food-sized while the story forks into several endings that all feel like different flavors of the same cruel joke. And yet I kept clicking, because somehow this miserable little mouse, trapped in a manor full of predatory women and dragons, feels more alive than half the polished stuff on Steam.

You’re 21, fresh out of uni, brain full of half-broken dreams and porn tabs, alone in a tiny place that looks more like a temporary save file than a real home. No job, no plan, no clue. Just a bed, a phone, and this weird feeling that whatever girl walks through your life next is basically a glitch in the code that will push you in some fucked up direction forever. This game leans hard into that idea. It isn’t trying to be “romantic” in the vanilla Netflix way. It feels more like fate dragging you by the collar through kinks you never admitted out loud, while you keep telling yourself “yeah, I can stop anytime” and then obviously you don’t. You start as this regular, kinda lost guy, but the story quietly puts you in spots where you’re kneeling, begging, turned on, confused, all of it layered, like when you’re scrolling Pornhub and suddenly your recommended list is just one big accusation.

The girls are not just checklists of tags, they’re like different corrupt routes for your soul. Tangent shows up like a walking red flag, the kind of woman you’d swear you should avoid, and then you end up refreshing Telegram waiting for her next message anyway. She treats you like a toy she already owns, plays with your ego, talks down to you while she has you licking her clean after she uses your face, or makes you hold still while she rides your cock and casually insults how pathetic you look. One moment she gives you a handjob so slow you want to scream, staring right in your eyes like she can read every dirty thought, then next scene she has a plug in your ass and your dick throbbing untouched, calling it “training” like this is some sacred destiny instead of her just having fun. Humiliation here isn’t just chat text, it’s in tiny moments, like her making you thank her for letting you cum, right after she slapped you for asking. And yeah, there’s titjobs and oral and all the classic stuff, but the way she paces it, like she’s tuning your brain, makes it feel less like porn and more like a long, slow hack of your identity.

Then the story swerves. Penny slides in from a totally different angle, all soft colors and weird comfort, like those TikToks that look wholesome until you read the comments. The tone drops into this messed up “innocent” vibe that obviously isn’t innocent, and suddenly sex toys feel more like props in a role you’re not sure you chose. You’re supposed to be the adult, but scenes twist it so you’re the one who needs control taken away, who gets told what to wear, when to touch yourself, when not to. There’s this one part where you finish in a way that should feel normal, just basic vaginal sex, thrusting, her moaning in your ear, your hands on her hips, and then the aftermath turns it sideways with one line of dialogue that makes you realize you’re not the one writing your own story at all. Natalie isn’t any softer. She just attacks your gender, your pride, your whole idea of “what kind of man I am” and pokes it until it bends. She might start with a blowjob that feels like a reward, sloppy, spit running down your shaft, eye contact that burns, then a few scenes later she’s got you dressed up, sitting pretty, dick hard and useless, while she teases you with a vibrator and jokes about how you were never much of a “real guy” anyway. The thing with this game is that every route pretends it’s just a bit of kinky fun, but then you look back and realize each girl quietly edited a part of you, like fate didn’t give you choices, only different flavors of surrender.

This thing feels like someone smashed a horny VN with a petty revenge fantasy, sprinkled in a bit of Death Note brainrot, then left it in the oven a little too long. You play this smug, bitter dude who calls himself “Koibito”, which is already a red flag, and he gets his hands on a pink notebook that lets him rewrite people’s feelings if he knows their secret trauma. Not “oh no, she stubbed her toe” trauma, I mean actual deep shit. Abuse, shame, fetishes, all the broken stuff people bury and pretend isn’t there. You write her name, write the wound, then basically script her love life like a horny Google Doc. The wild part is how the game jumps from mystery tone to “ok now she’s on her knees” in like two clicks, and somehow it kind of works and kind of feels wrong in the way you open a private chat from years ago and hate yourself but keep scrolling anyway.

Sex-wise, it’s very direct. Big tits, big ass, camera not shy at all. When a girl gets rewritten, her whole vibe changes. One scene you’re watching this serious, sharp-tongued woman tear Koibito apart with words, next scene she’s bent over a desk, eyes glassy, moaning his name like he’s the only person in the universe. Vaginal, riding scenes, faces smashed into pillows, that kind of thing, with those 3D character models that sometimes look incredible and then from one angle the boobs sit like two bowling balls and you wonder if gravity died. The female domination moments are surprisingly fun, too. There are times where Koibito thinks he’s in control and the woman just flips it and sits on his face like he’s furniture, or pins his wrists while still technically being “under” his command. That power struggle has real teeth. It doesn’t feel like soft, fake femdom; some of the girls feel genuinely dangerous, especially this goddess thing hovering around him, watching like a cat staring at a mouse that already lost.

What caught me off guard is the humor. For a dark “rewrite her heart and fuck her” setup, the game throws in these petty, stupid jokes, like Koibito overexplaining why he’s not a creep while literally being the biggest creep in the room. There’s a reference to Tinder that made me choke on my coffee, because it hits a little too close. Also I opened Discord mid-game, totally forgot the window capture was on, and alt-tabbed back to a scene where a monster girl is riding him, drool and cum everywhere, and her tail is moving like it’s got its own agenda. Spent a full minute just staring at the tail animation like “who the hell coded this and why did they put so much effort into this part specifically”. That’s kinda the game in a nutshell: some details are weirdly polished, like tongue movement when she’s licking the tip, or the way her ass jiggles when he pulls out, and then another detail feels half-baked, like a facial expression stuck between horror and horny. The mystery side slowly builds around this detective, Leonor, who’s trying to track what Koibito is doing, and honestly she might be the hottest one just because she looks like she’d step on your neck without the help of any magic notebook. The choices feel heavy when you realize every command is basically you deciding how broken you want these women to be, but most of the time your monkey brain just goes “ok, now make her strip and beg for cock.” It’s wrong, it’s messy, it’s kind of fascinating, and I already know I’m not changing a single fucked up thing about it.

Ben is supposed to be the lucky survivor kid that comes back home after being gone, but honestly he feels more like a loaded gun somebody forgot on the kitchen table. He crashes on this messed up magic island, gets picked up by a witch doctor who treats “therapy” like torture mixed with sex education and combat drills, then strolls back into normal suburb house life pretending he doesn’t remember shit. Not because he actually forgot, but because that island is basically a pornified god glitch with monsters, spirit bullshit, and power that turns people crazy. So he fakes amnesia, does the polite traumatized boy act, and then the game quietly starts poking at every line you thought it would respect.

The house is where it really hits. Rachel as adoptive mom is that slow-burn headache. She’s warm, too warm, leans in too close, touches his arm too long, falls asleep on the couch in those thin shorts like she forgot he’s not twelve anymore. The game loves to push Ben into those micro moments. You’re standing behind her in the kitchen, watching her reach for something high, shirt riding up, and the UI is asking if you heal her old injury with magic or “accidentally” brush your hand where you shouldn’t. It’s not nice, it’s not healthy, it’s fucking hot. And then it slaps mental health in your face by having Ben wake up sweaty, hearing island drums in his head like a PTSD ringtone while he’s half hard from dreaming about her. Jessica is different chaos. She’s the “normal” one who isn’t normal at all, always teasing, sitting with her legs open just enough to notice, sending you those Instagram thirst traps from the next room like it’s a joke. There’s this one scene where she drags you to her room “to help with homework” and suddenly the camera angle is all about that barely covered ass while she bends over the bed. You can play innocent, you can peek, or you can use a tiny twist of mind control to make her forget how long your eyes stayed there. That little power turns every simple walk through the hallway into a corruption puzzle.

What really fucked with me is how the game keeps pretending it’s about “protecting the world” while letting you slowly rot from the inside. The witch doctor’s voice pops in sometimes, like an evil conscience, reminding you that sex can be a ritual, that feeding your urges might actually make your magic stronger. Then you get scenes with monsters that are less “fight or flight” and more “fight or fuck” and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re the hero or just a horny shaman with mommy issues. There’s a combat bit in the alley at night, where some paranormal creep tries to blackmail you after catching you watching your neighbors through the window. You can blast him with elemental magic, or twist his mind till he thinks he’s the pervert who started it and you walk away clean. That mixture of voyeurism, blackmail, and power fantasy hits different when Ben is smiling softly while lying to everyone, including himself. Zara shows up like the hot demon guidance counselor, offering “help” with his blocked memories and then sliding her hand down his chest as she describes the island tearing reality open. She wants the secrets, the rifts, the raw corruption, and she’s ready to spread her legs or someone else’s to get it. Group scenes feel like rituals gone wrong. People are moaning, bodies tangled, and in the background there’s this feeling that something is watching, that the island is feeding off all that sex. One moment you’re in a tender almost-romance with Rachel on the sofa, her head on your shoulder, the next you’re knee-deep in a magical gangbang that might literally open a portal. The story acts like it cares about Ben’s guilt and mental state, then hands you a teasing choice like “comfort her” or “possess her mind for a while” and both options feel right for different disgusting reasons. Watching him flirt between sweet, scared boy and cold, dominant bastard made me feel like I was doing character research and jacking off at the same time, which is exactly as fucked up as it sounds.

This thing starts like one of those depressing medical dramas you half-watch on Netflix while scrolling TikTok. You’re basically fucked, body falling apart, doctor gives you that calm “there’s nothing more we can do” voice. Then this syringe shows up. Not from some lab, not with fancy lore, it’s just “take this, you won’t hurt anymore.” You jab yourself, expecting blank darkness, and instead you wake up sitting on a throne with your dick hard and a whole kingdom acting like you’re their one and only god-king. Zero tutorial, zero build up, people just bow and call you “Your Majesty” while your brain is still trying to remember how to breathe.

The new world hits different. It’s not just “fantasy with boobs”, it leans right into that fever dream where you got everything you wanted but it feels slightly wrong if you think too long. The first time a fox-eared girl with a tail too fluffy to be legal crawls up to you, calls herself your slave, and presents her huge ass like it’s a royal gift, the game just lets you decide how much of a bastard you want to be. You can grab her hips, push her face into the sheets and go straight for anal like you’re checking if this world is really yours. Or, if you’re pretending to be nice, you start slow, slide into her pussy first, listen to her whimper and feel that tail wrap around your leg while she thanks you for “using” her. She’s not the only one like that either. There’s a towering monster girl with horns, thick thighs, tits that bounce a little too perfectly for something that’s supposed to be hand drawn, and she treats you like the only man alive who can actually handle her. When she grinds on your lap, cock buried inside her, claws digging into your shoulders, the game lets the scene linger. No rush, just you, her, and this ugly little thought in the back of your head that your real body is somewhere dying in a hospital bed.

The weird part is how normal the power starts to feel. One day you’re choosing which slave warms your bed, the next you’re getting ceremony talk shoved in your face. You’re king, so now you have to pick a queen. Not just a girl to fuck, but the one who will carry your heir, make your bloodline, all that “legacy” crap. The game actually lets you sit with that. There’s the obedient cat-like futa knight, cock as thick as your wrist, swearing to breed you if you want it, or bend for you if you’d rather fill her instead. She’ll kneel, pull your pants down in the middle of the throne room, take you into her mouth while the rest of the court pretends not to see, then later you can push her on the bed and test how deep her ass stretches, watch the AI-shaped sweat on her back catch the candlelight. Then there’s the gentle type with big soft tits that practically swallow your hands, the kind of girl who rides you slowly, eyes locked on yours, like she genuinely loves the man you are, not just the crown. The art has that slightly off AI look sometimes, fingers a bit too long in one frame or hair blending weird into the pillow, but somehow it helps the whole dreamlike vibe instead of breaking it. You’re always half-aware this might be fake, that the walls shimmer a bit when you push a slave against them and fuck her hard, her moans echoing a little too clean inside the castle halls. While you’re choosing who you’ll knock up, whose belly you’ll fill with your “royal seed” while she begs for more, there’s that sick feeling that any second you could open your eyes and be back with tubes in your arm. Or maybe this is the morphine talking and you already died. The game doesn’t hold your hand, it just lets you keep taking what you want. And you do. Over and over.

Snow on the window, porn on the browser. Priority is clear. This game drops you right in that weird moment after uni when you’re technically adult but still feel like a horny dumbass who has no clue what to do with life. You’re broke, alone in your flat, scrolling way too long, then suddenly you’re in this city where every “job opportunity” slowly turns into some kinky bullshit that somehow makes too much sense. One night you’re bussing tables as a new waiter, trying not to stare at bouncing tits under tight tops, next night you’re half naked in a VIP corner of a night club, getting your ego crushed by a girl in heels who talks to you like you’re her property. And you kind of like it. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep, but it does this thing where each girl you meet pushes you a little bit more, like a slow transformation that sneaks up on you. One route you start trying to “impress” a dominant mistress at the gym, thinking you just want to see her sweaty curves on the leg press, and suddenly you’re on your knees next to the benches, getting a casual handjob as “reward” while she laughs at how fast you cum. Another route you’re in a cramped back room of a club, soft music, neon lights, her riding your face while using you as a chair, with your dick mashed between your thighs because she said “good boys don’t get hard without permission”. It’s rough, humiliating, strangely cozy. Like Christmas with abuse, in a hot way.

What really hits is how the game uses gifs and photos instead of just walls of text. Scenes feel more alive, like your WhatsApp porn folder finally grew a story around it. One moment you’re getting a sloppy blowjob in a bathroom stall, the next she pushes you back and lines you up for anal, pushing a toy in your mouth so you shut up about it hurting. There’s titfucks with lube dripping everywhere, pussy close-ups while she grinds on you slowly, and that awkward-but-hot feeling when she wipes your own cum on your chest and calls you her filthy little project. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you go from casual chatting about work to her pegging you in what feels like five clicks, but honestly that chaos kinda works because life doesn’t give you clean routes either. I do wish the waitress shifts had more build up before turning into fetish playground, but then again, I clicked through half the dialogue just to reach the next humiliation scene, so maybe it’s on me. The male protagonist reacts like a real confused dude too: horny, insecure, pretending he’s in control while obviously not. That mix of domination, teasing, and “you’ll do what I say or you don’t get to cum tonight” is everywhere. And yeah, sometimes a scene will just end right when you’re about to blow, like the game cockblocks you on purpose, cuts to another girl, another fetish, another way to break you a little more. I closed the tab once, swore I was done, then opened it again to see how far one mistress would go if I kept saying “yes”.

She went pretty far.

This one feels like it was written by someone who actually hates the main guy a little, and I mean that in a good way. You start as this tired delivery dude, running around, dropping packages, trying not to screw up, and of course he keeps screwing up. Wrong address, broken box, late order, all the usual crap. And then she shows up. Not as some magical savior or sexy boss out of nowhere, more like that woman you bump into on the street and you just know your day is going to get worse but you still look back at her ass. She clocks immediately that he’s weak in the knees, the type who’ll say “no” with his mouth and “yes” with his whole body, and she just goes, “Okay, you’re mine now,” without even needing to say it directly. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge destiny thing. It’s more like, you had bad luck, then you had worse luck, and now your bad luck has a hot, cruel smile and a quiet apartment.

What I liked is how the control starts small. She texts him while he’s still working deliveries, tells him to come over “just for a minute,” and you know that minute is not going to be a minute. You can try to act tough, try to keep your dignity, but the game loves to catch you in those in-between moments. Her making you wait on your knees in the hallway while she finishes a phone call in the other room, you staring at the floor, hearing only her voice through the door while your dick is already hard in your pants, that kind of thing. Nothing crazy happening, but you feel like a dog that trained itself. Then she starts playing with you more directly. The first time she strokes you off, it’s not this loving, porn-style handjob. She treats your cock like a toy she bought by mistake and is trying to decide if she’ll return it. Slow, lazy, almost bored, talking more about how pathetic you look than about how good you feel. She doesn’t even let you come right away, and when she finally does, she makes you watch where the cum lands like she’s grading you. It’s humiliating but also kind of funny, in a very mean way.

The pegging stuff is where the game really stops pretending she’s “nice.” She warms you up with teasing, makes you do stupid little things first, like masturbate for her while she sits there fully dressed, not touching you, only correcting your posture or telling you to moan louder because “the neighbors can’t hear properly.” By the time she actually pulls out the strap, you already betrayed yourself ten times. The scene that stuck in my head is when she pushes into you the first time and doesn’t praise you, doesn’t say you’re doing good, she just comments on how tight you are like you’re a stubborn jar she’s opening. There’s a moment where MC tries to hold some pride, tries not to make a sound, and the game lets you choose if you keep quiet or finally beg. Either way, she wins, but the flavor changes. If you beg, she smiles and rides your ass with this almost gentle cruelty, whispering how this is all you’re good for. If you stay stubborn, she gets colder, more mocking, and makes you come from it without even touching your cock. After that, every delivery job feels different, like the packages you carry are less heavy than the thought that at any moment she can text you one word and you’ll drop everything and go. The 3D models sell a lot of this just with her expression alone, the small eyebrow lifts, the little smirk when you embarrass yourself. I wish the UI didn’t hide half the lower screen during some scenes, it pissed me off more than it should, but then she’d grab the protagonist by the hair again and I forgot what I was complaining about. There’s a weird warmth too, like she’s not a cartoon villain, more like that strict mentor you really shouldn’t jerk off thinking about, while you’re literally jerking off because of her.