There’s this skinny anime brunette with big eyes and those silly cute pigtails, already breathing hard, riding some faceless guy. It starts like you just opened one more throwaway hentai clip, nothing special, just sticky moans, thighs shaking, his hands on her waist while she keeps dropping down on his cock like she really wants that load. No romance, no build up, just straight “fill me up” energy. When he finally blows inside her, you actually see the cum shoot deep, there’s this extra second where her belly twitches and her face locks in that “oh fuck” expression. And then the game flips you from horny spectator into a tiny swimmer that was just inside his balls a moment ago. It’s a weird feeling, like you were jerking to the guy, not the girl, even though you weren’t.

Suddenly you are that one sperm. No tutorial spam, no giant popups, it just throws you into the tube, like those old-school flash games that hated your hand-eye coordination. You just control this tiny white swimmer trying to reach her ovum, sliding through these narrow fleshy tunnels. The walls don’t look like medical textbook stuff, more like soft pink obstacles that almost feel wet just from the way they curve. Touch them and you’re dead, reset, back at the starting spurt. That restart hits harder than it should, because each time you fail, you’re imagining the rest of the cum just dripping out of her uselessly while your “chosen one” keeps crashing like an idiot. You try to keep it smooth, little micro movements, your mouse or trackpad feels suddenly too big for that tiny path. It’s bullshit sometimes, because the hitbox feels a bit fatter than the sperm itself. I swear I brushed a wall by a pixel and still exploded. I was half horny, half mad at my monitor.

The funny part is how your brain keeps flipping between porn and challenge mode. You start a run while still thinking about her panting and clutching the sheets, but three seconds later you’re leaning in, swearing at a little white tadpole like it owes you money. The clock at the top keeps ticking, daring you to be “faster” which, in a sex context, is actually the opposite of what you want, but here it works. When you finally nail a clean run and glide into that ovum, there’s this tiny pop of contact, and in your head you just know her womb is now officially hijacked. No giant pregnancy belly cutscene, no epic fanfare, just the simple, dirty idea that you are the one that stuck inside her, out of millions of wasted brothers. Ridiculous, but it makes that short loop strangely addictive. Every time I close the tab I think “yeah that was enough”, then remember how close I was to beating my last time and suddenly I’m back, trying to guide my overconfident little swimmer into her again like some cursed mobile game you keep on your phone next to WhatsApp and TikTok, pretending it’s just another puzzle app.

This one feels like watching some horny fan rewrite a “wholesome college romance” show into a breeding marathon, then forgetting to edit half of it, in a good and ugly way at same time. The whole thing circles around Rebecca, this slightly bitchy brunette cheerleader who thinks she’s just doing a porn shoot for her OnlyFans or some fake PornHub “audition,” and the MC who is so obsessed with becoming a dad that it stops being cute pretty fast and turns into “ok dude, chill, we got it, you wanna dump a baby in her.” He talks about his cum like a gardener talking about tomato seeds, and I actually laughed because it sounds like bad fanfic where the writer gets way too proud of their own metaphor. But then you get a scene where you’re lining up the shot inside her, watching her stomach tense and her mascara smear, and the stupid tomato seed line suddenly hits kinda hard because the gameplay literally makes you care if it “sticks” or not. Fanfic brain meets pregnancy fetish, zero shame.

Gameplay is simple, but not dead-boring. You bounce between quick shooting sections and these dialog choices that feel like those old flash VN knockoffs, except here your “aim” isn’t just with the gun. There’s a cheap arcade vibe to the gun parts, where you clear a tiny stage, earn enough points, and that decides how rough or soft the porn scene will play out. It’s goofy, but I had this one run where I barely sc*** by, missed half my shots, and ended up in a scene where Rebecca is annoyed, chewing gum, rolling her eyes while you still push for a creampie. It felt like bad behind-the-scenes footage from xHamster where the actress is tired but the producer is like “one more take.” That small mood change hit way harder than it had any right to. I kinda wish there was more of that, more emotional flip depending on how you “perform,” but the game keeps snapping back to “I will fill you and you will be my perfect pregnant whore” like it’s scared to be too interesting. TikTok attention span design, I guess.

What surprised me is the customization. Not deep like Skyrim mod loadout, but enough to scratch that fanfic “my canon, my rules” itch. You slide her body type, tweak hair, tan, a bit of face, even small stuff like nail color, then drop her back into this same porn studio script. It feels like you’re writing different AUs of the same smutty chapter, just with a different Rebecca every time. One run she’s a petite shy cheerleader, next run she looks like a thick MILF who somehow is still in college, and nobody in the story reacts, like the universe just shrugs and lets you have your kink. The pregnancy angle is not subtle at all: you literally stare at fertility stats, time your “shots,” watch the UI hint that her womb is finally “ready,” then there’s a whole little victory beat when the game decides yes, the seed took. It’s kind of gross. And hot. And then kind of gross again when the dialog tries to get romantic but still calls her a cum dumpster in the same line. Also, tiny thing, the text sometimes skips too fast if you tap by habit on mobile Chrome, which annoyed the hell out of me, because I missed a really filthy line about how her cheer outfit doesn’t fit anymore and couldn’t replay it without grinding that dumb shooting stage again. I’m still mad about that and I won’t elaborate.

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.

This third episode feels like when a trashy TV show finally knows exactly how filthy it wants to be and just goes all in. Straight to the point: it’s all about teens getting knocked up on camera, with a dude who clearly doesn’t know what a condom is and doesn’t care. The whole vibe is like some scuffed amateur porn shoot where the cameraman is way too close and the guy is way too rough, and you’re sitting there trying to click every angle fast because you’re chasing that 100% unlock like a lunatic. I kept thinking of speedrunning any% “impregnation route” and laughing at myself while I was mashing through dialogue, then suddenly stopping because, damn, some of the scenes actually made me slow down and watch.

The guy is a total asshole, too, which kinda works in this setup. He grabs, he pushes, he just shoves that big cock into these small, nervous bodies like it’s a race and he’s already late. There’s nothing soft here. The sex is harsh, messy, lots of slapping skin and rough thrusts, his balls smacking against them while they’re trying to keep balance and failing. Sometimes the camera hangs low so you see his balls swinging while he’s pinning her hips down, forcing her to take it deep. You see that moment when she’s stretching around him and you know there’s no way she was “ready” for that, and that’s exactly the fantasy they’re selling: too big, too raw, too fast, and absolutely no pull-out. He finishes inside like it’s his job, shoots those heavy loads and just stays buried, pulsing, grinding his cock in deeper as if he’s trying to push the cum straight into her womb. They don’t even pretend it’s an accident. He talks about knocking them up and you see that mix of fear and arousal on their faces. It’s messed up and hot at the same time, depending on how dark you like your stuff.

The camera is its own character here. Sometimes it zooms right in on where they’re joined, you see his shaft glistening as he pounds her, then pulls almost all the way out so you catch that little gape before he slams back in. Then it jumps to her face, cheeks flushed, eyes wet or rolling back while he just uses her like a toy. One time the shot lingers on this tiny drop of cum leaking after he’s done, and I swear I rewound that twice like it was some kind of collectible. Meanwhile I’m annoyed because the interface makes you move the mouse half a mile just to click the next angle. Who thought that spacing was a good idea? I got more tilted at that than at him breeding girl after girl. Anyway, it stacks tension like a bad party that keeps refilling your drink: starts slow, a little awkward, then suddenly everyone’s too drunk to stop and someone’s getting railed in the bathroom with the door half open. This game sits exactly in that ugly, horny sweet spot where the guy is rude, the girls are young and overwhelmed, and every scene feels like a deliberate “fuck the condom” moment caught on a shaky camera.