Mr. SmallCockMC sounds like a joke name a drunk Discord server would come up with, but here it actually fits the whole vibe of the game weirdly well. You drop into this world as this average dude with a not-so-average problem in his pants, married to a wife who looks like she wandered out of a porn hub thumbnail: huge tits barely fitting in any of her tops, thick ass, soft belly, that kind of “I had kids but I got hotter” milf energy. And the game just leans on that. Hard. She walks around in clothes that are technically outfits but basically just invitations, and everyone around you notices way more than you do at first. Bartender staring down her cleavage, neighbor “accidentally” brushing against her ass, random guys drooling when she bends over. You’re this smaller dude trying to act normal while every scene screams “someone is going to fuck your wife.”

The fun is in how it slowly stops being just background teasing and turns into actual decisions for you. One moment you’re at a small house party, drinking beer, watching her laugh too hard at some dude’s joke. Next moment you’re in the kitchen, and she’s cornered between the fridge and this tall black guy, his hands on her hips, kissing her like he already owns that pussy. The game lets you watch, interrupt, pretend you don’t see, or, you know, lean on the doorframe like a creep while her lipstick smears on his cock when she drops to her knees. That first proper oral scene with her on the floor, gagging a bit, trying to keep eye contact with you while his dick actually fills her mouth bigger than anything you can give, hits way harder than I expected. I was sitting there with my mouse, half annoyed at the janky menu buttons, and still thinking “ok yeah, this is hot as fuck.” The UI looks like something someone set up in a weekend, but when she’s riding him on the couch, tits bouncing, your character awkwardly jerking off in the corner, you kinda forget the rough edges.

And yeah, the game is petty about size, in a funny way. Every time she pulls out another dude’s cock you almost hear the dev giggling. Thick shaft between her huge boobs while she squeezes them around him, your character looking tiny and useless. Later there’s a swap night with another couple where it goes from “sharing a few drinks” to “her moaning on top of the other husband while the wife straddles you and literally calls you cute instead of hot,” and that stings more than any stat screen. There’s even a scene with a very feminine “trap” character who looks better in stockings than your wife does, and of course your girl ends up pressed against them, kissing while you watch, then both of them grinding on some guy like they forgot you exist. Double penetration shows up too, in a way that almost feels like the game is bullying you personally: she’s pinned between two dudes, one in her pussy, one in her ass, big hands on her waist, and you’re the one holding a camera so they can “remember the night.” It’s kind of messed up, kind of hilarious, kind of hot. Like watching a long Pornhub playlist that accidentally got plot and humiliation mixed in. The art is still rough in spots, some faces look off, and sometimes the pacing feels like edging that goes too long, but when she’s standing half naked on a balcony letting some stranger grope her tits while traffic passes below, you forget all of that and just think “yeah, this guy really is Mr. SmallCock.”

Extra Inches feels like somebody mashed a horny dating sim with a shitpost and then accidentally made it work. You start as this pretty regular guy, nothing special, and then suddenly you’re surrounded by people who are absolutely not regular at all. Girls with huge tits who lean way too close when they talk, hot traps who look better in panties than half of the female cast, a smug futa with a dick that makes you feel weird things about your life choices. The game never pretends to be classy. It just pushes you face first into all the “what if I tried this” fantasies you probably won’t admit out loud. One moment you’re chatting about school or work, next moment you’re on your knees with a cock in your mouth and you’re not even sure how the conversation got there, but somehow it feels right.

What I liked is how the scenes actually build, even when the art is simple. There’s this one route where you think you’re just flirting with a stacked girl, she’s got this tight top that can’t handle her chest, and you figure ok, this is basic fanservice. Then she pulls you aside, straddles your lap, starts giving you this lazy handjob while teasing your “cute little straight-boy act”, and you realize she’s not exactly what she looked like. The game doesn’t stop and shout “surprise, futanari” at you, it just lets your brain catch up while your cock is already committed. Same with the trap character: first meeting is playful, almost innocent, then later he’s on your bed, ass up, asking if you’re actually going to put that thing to use or keep pretending you’re just curious. And yes, there is anal, and yes, it leans into that “I shouldn’t like this as much as I do” feeling. I do wish the text box wouldn’t jump right when the best lines appear, it messed with my flow, but they probably won’t fix it and weirdly that fits the whole dirty, half-polished vibe this game has. The oral scenes are all over the place too: sometimes slow and sloppy, sometimes straight up porn-speed, no warning, just spit and gagging and you trying to click fast enough to see every frame. Character logic is a bit fucked, but in a fun way. One guy calls himself straight while he’s balls deep in a big ass that very clearly belongs to not-a-girl, and nobody comments. I kind of love that. It feels like a world where labels matter less than what you’re doing with your hands and mouth right now. And extra inches matter a lot.

It still pretends to be a dating sim on the surface, with choices and different paths, but the game knows why you’re here. You pick this answer or that one, and the end result is usually someone’s face near someone’s crotch. Sometimes the girls take control, sometimes the trap is topping you, sometimes you’re pounding a futa until her tits bounce off her chest and you forget which route you picked in the first place. The male protagonist is basically a vessel for whatever your brain wants that day. Gay, straight, bi, confused, whatever, the game doesn’t sit you down for a talk about it. It just keeps throwing scenes where you’re switching from eating pussy to sucking dick to pushing into a tight ass that clenches too hard on the first thrust. There’s a rough charm to it, like one of those messy but hot Twitter threads that goes way too far, except here you can replay it and try a different answer to see who ends up jerking you off in the park instead of at home. It’s crude, shameless, kind of dumb in places, and still weirdly honest about how horny people actually are when nobody’s watching.

Future matriarchy, soft boy protagonist, and a city where every woman looks like she could bench press your car and then sit on your face just because she feels like it. That is the vibe here. You play this cute, kinda pathetic in a hot way, guy tossed into a world where women run everything: government, corporations, street gangs, even the damn coffee shop. Men are treated more like pretty pets than equal partners, and the whole game pushes you to ask if you are fine being a pampered little slut or if you actually want to risk all that comfort to change anything. It sounds heavy, and sometimes it really is, but then it throws in a dick joke or a ridiculous dialogue choice and suddenly you're laughing while getting choked by a girl with biceps thicker than your thighs.

The core of it is pretty simple to explain, but it does not feel simple when you play. You talk, you choose, you grind stats, relationships shift, and your past choices come back when you already forgot them. Like that time I thought it was funny to tease a futa officer about her uniform being “a bit tight in the crotch.” Three scenes later she had me on my knees in a storage closet, one hand on my hair, reminding me exactly what I said and giving me a “punishment lesson” in oral that lasted way longer than I expected. If you lean into submission, women treat you like a living sex toy: collars, leashes, public humiliation, being paraded around by a muscle girl who casually flexes while your mouth is busy on her. If you try to push back, you get a different kind of heat: power struggles, angry kisses, rough sex where you suddenly realize you are not as in control as you thought. The incest angle pops up too, and it is not shy. There is that fucked up mix of “I know this is wrong” and “I want her to ruin me anyway” when your own family member corners you in your room, presses you against the wall, huge tits in your face, asking in a soft voice why you always look so cute when you are scared. The game never lectures you about it, it just lets you walk straight into that moral swamp and then wallow.

What surprised me is how often the game lets you be kind of romantic and filthy at the same time. One route, I played as this loyal, slightly confused guy who keeps falling for strong women who could literally snap his neck. There was this muscle girl who starts as your bullying personal trainer, always calling you “weakling” and making you do push ups while her cock print is right in front of your nose. Later you share this quiet rooftop scene where she awkwardly admits she likes that you do not run away from her size, then five minutes later she is riding your face so hard the world goes blurry and you can hear neighbors from the next building complaining. The tonal whiplash actually works. One moment you are in a silly dating sim argument about who pays for dinner, the next she is making you lick her sweat off her abs after a workout because “a good boy should not waste protein.” It pretends to be a sandbox, and sometimes that just means you wander around talking to weirdos, getting dragged into scenes with traps in cute outfits or mature women with big asses who use you like a toy and then send you a heart emoji on some fake in-game messenger app that looks suspiciously like WhatsApp. The game laughs at you in little ways: your character model is always a bit too pretty, the dialogue sometimes calls you out for being horny, and the moral questions are never neatly solved. You can join the dominant system or try to tear it down, but either way you are still sucking someone’s cock in a back alley at some point, and the game knows it and kinda winks at you. There is a nasty honesty in that, even when the pacing is all over the place and a few scenes feel like the writer just got distracted and threw in another blowjob. I got annoyed that one route locked me out just because I refused to kneel once, but then the next day I was back, trying again, because I wanted to see how far this cute little femboy could go if he stopped resisting and just let these terrifyingly hot women own him completely.

There is this mid-level office dude, totally average, not a porn protagonist at all, sitting in his boring open space and realizing his sex life with his hot wife feels like the company PowerPoint template: functional, predictable, absolutely dead inside. The game picks up right in that quiet panic where everything is “fine” but your brain starts scratching at the walls. Instead of buying a sports car he discovers he’s turned on by the idea of other guys touching her. Not some deep romance thing, more like “what if she came home smelling like another man’s cum and I couldn’t stop jerking off about it.” The story leans into that headspace hard. You’re not playing some chad, you’re playing a guy who will spend half a scene zoning out while watching her text someone else, half horrified, half hard, checking his phone screen brightness like it’s going to hide the shame. And the game is very blunt about it: she’s not some vague fantasy cutout, she has a body that looks like it should be in a cheap tab you keep open in Chrome, big tits that strain her blouses, a butt that makes the office chair look like it’s doing something sinful, and a face that flips between sweet wife energy and “I know exactly what I’m doing to you” when she glances over her shoulder during a handjob.

What hits weirdly strong is how the “sharing” doesn’t stay abstract. It starts small, like you suggesting she wear a tighter top to a company drinking party and then trying to act casual when your boss stares at her chest too long. There’s this one moment where you’re walking home behind her and a random black guy passes and she just smiles a bit too brightly. The game zooms that tiny smile, the little animated pause, and you know exactly where the protagonist’s brain goes. Later, when she’s in a cheap hotel room with someone else, her tits bouncing in these jerky little loops, it’s not some soft-focus romance, it’s raw: his hands on her hips, her moaning louder for him than she ever did for you, and you sitting alone, making choices on your phone like some degenerate manager of your own humiliation. Sometimes you encourage her, sometimes you chicken out, sometimes you try to keep it “netorase” and it slips into full-on netorare anyway because she clearly enjoys the new dick more than she “should.” The scenes don’t hide it. You see her hand wrapped around another guy’s cock while she’s on call with you, hear the sloppy sounds, see cum painting those huge breasts that were “yours” yesterday. And the game keeps asking with these quiet little choices: are you still okay with this, or are you lying to yourself while you jerk off to your own heartbreak. It’s messy, horny, animated just enough that her shiver when he pushes in feels way too real, and the whole thing sits right in that uncomfortable place between fantasy and “oh fuck, this would actually destroy me,” which of course is exactly why it works.