Futa Healthcare is a mess. A horny, unpolished, sometimes baffling mess that I kept clicking through anyway. The renders look like someone learned Blender last month and decided to render on a potato, but there's this one scene with the head nurse, a towering futa with tits that defy physics, where the lighting actually kinda works and you see what they were going for. Then the next scene the doctor's hand clips through a desk and you remember this is early access in the most brutal sense.

The whole setup is this young guy joining a clinic that specializes in futa care. Noble intentions, sure, but five minutes in he's getting a handjob from a patient and the pretense drops hard. The dialogue is pure porn logic. A nurse needs a "sample" and suddenly there's a prostate exam happening. The futa on male stuff is aggressive, lots of forced moans and that weird squelching sound effect that loops badly. But then there's a futa on futa scene with a doctor and patient that has this slow, teasing build up, lots of groping through that tight uniform, and the animation, while janky, has this one loop where the dom just grinds against the other girl's ass and the expression work is surprisingly decent. Like, actually hot for a second before the audio desyncs.

The parody elements are thin. It's a hospital. They wear vaguely medical outfits. That's it. The incest tag is there for a side character who might be the protagonist's mom, a milf doctor who does a solo masturbation scene with a toy that looks like it was modeled from memory. Exhibitionism pops up in a hallway scene that makes zero logical sense but hey, it's a game about futa nurses draining patients, logic left the building ages ago. The multiple protagonist thing is weird too, you switch perspectives without warning and suddenly you're the one getting pegged. It's disorienting in a way that's almost artsy if you squint. Almost.

Wish the oral sex scenes had more variety. It's the same bobbing animation recycled across three characters. But that one anal scene with the interracial couple, the futa on female one, has this raw energy the rest of the game lacks. The teasing mechanic is just clicking through text, no real choices, but the writing during those moments has this playful, mean edge that works. Then it's back to stilted dialogue about "healthcare." The game doesn't know if it wants to be a joke or take its fetish seriously and honestly, neither do I.

Charlie thinks it’s just a fancy dinner with his dad’s new business partner, some rich guy called Marcus Brown. Shiny restaurant, fake smiles, too much wine, that kind of thing. His mom Skylar shows up in this tight black dress that really doesn’t look like something a “perfect housewife” just pulled from the closet, and from the first time Marcus’s eyes slide over her, you already know this is going to go straight to hell. The game doesn’t hurry, it sort of lets you sit in that slow, sticky feeling where you can tell your own family is slipping away from you and you can’t even point at the one moment it started. It’s supposed to be Charlie’s story, but half of the time it feels like you’re the one sitting there, swallowing your jealousy and rage while your dad laughs with the man who’s quietly fucking your whole life from the inside. No choices, no “maybe I can fix it if I click the right option”, just you watching the walls close in while the guys with bigger wallets and bigger cocks rearrange who owns what, including your mother’s smile and your sister’s attention. Sometimes that annoyed me, by the way. I wanted at least one button to hit. But also, that helpless feeling fits the mood too well, so I hated it and liked it in same second.

Skylar is kind of the center of gravity, even when she pretends she’s not. She starts as this elegant, careful woman, the type that checks the napkins are folded straight, then slowly you see her waking up to how much she’s been starving for real rough attention. The camera really loves her curves, the big tits pushed up in a dress that’s just a little too young for her, the way her ass fills the frame when she leans across the table to pour Marcus another drink, like her body already decided to betray her before her brain catches up. It doesn’t rush into full-on humiliation, it teases it. You get those tiny moments, like her faking a laugh at one of Marcus’s dirty jokes that would have made her frown one week ago. Or the scene where she comes home late, hair a bit messy, and your dad is happy because “the deal is going so well”, and you can see in her eyes something got signed that doesn’t involve paper. The sound design is simple, nothing special, but that actually worked for me. No dramatic music, just small clinks, footsteps, her soft breath when she tries to keep her voice calm. On my headphones it felt uncomfortably close, like you’re eavesdropping from the stairs in your own house. Claire, the twin sister, glides into this mess so easily it’s almost worse. Popular, hot as fuck, big ass bouncing in those tight yoga pants while she flirts with Marcus’s son Tyler like she’s just bored of regular boys. There is one scene by the pool where she climbs out slowly, water on her skin, eyes locked on Tyler, and Charlie is just a ghost in the background. That one stuck in my head more than the heavier scenes, for some reason I keep thinking of that wet ponytail.

The whole racial power thing is not subtle at all, and I liked that it didn’t pretend to be something soft or romantic. Marcus and Tyler show up with money, confidence and zero shame, and the game really leans into that fantasy where the “new order” is about black guys taking what they want, while Charlie just keeps losing ground. At times it hits almost too hard, especially if you’re already into netorare stuff, because there is no escape route. Once Marcus starts hanging out at the house, sitting on the couch with his arm lazily around Skylar, legs wide open like he already owns the place, you feel this heavy pressure in your chest. It’s hot and frustrating at same time. One small thing that annoyed me, and this is maybe stupid, is how the notification pop for the next scene sometimes overlaps with a really intense shot and breaks the vibe. I kept thinking “just let that image breathe, come on” but yeah, that’s just me being picky. Still, the game captures that horrible thrill when the male protagonist realizes he’s not the hero, he’s the audience, and the real action is between his mom, his sister, his best friend Hana, and the guys who decided the rules now. By the way, Hana’s quiet loyalty slowly getting twisted into curiosity is really something, but I’m not even going to start with her or I’ll never shut up. Let’s just say, when she stands a little too close to Tyler in the kitchen and pretends it’s nothing, you’ll feel it.

Forbidden Thoughts feels like someone took that tiny moment when your eyes stay half a second too long on someone’s chest and stretched it into a whole damn story. It starts very small, like everyday small, just a guy moving through his normal life, talking about work, coffee, stupid stuff you’d bitch about on Discord. And then your brain does that thing where it goes “what if I just grabbed her ass right now” and instead of dismissing it, the game quietly says “ok, follow that”. That’s the vibe. It doesn’t shout “sexy time!”, it sort of creeps into you while you’re clicking through these casual conversations and suddenly you’re thinking way dirtier than the protagonist is brave enough to say out loud. At least at first.

What I liked most is how the erotic stuff doesn’t drop on your head all at once. You’re just having a normal chat with this older woman, she leans forward, blouse opens a bit, you see that heavy milf cleavage squeezed together and the camera angle hangs there just a little too long. She notices your stare, you notice her noticing, and nothing is said. Then later there’s a scene where she “accidentally” brushes her big tits against your arm while reaching for something, and the game lets the silence do the work. No cheesy trumpet sound, just your own filthy thoughts filling the gap. I think I spent way too long on one scene where she’s at the sink, ass pushed back, tight skirt hugging everything, and the text is just this normal talk about dinner. But the camera keeps drifting down to her big ass and you can almost feel the heat of wanting to just grab it. It made me alt-tab out and open Telegram to complain to my friend about absolutely nothing related, just to cool down, which obviously did not work.

There’s a lot of teasing like that. Masturbation scenes feel earned, not thrown in. First time the protagonist finally snaps and jerks off, it is not some grand “I must relieve my lust” speech. He is just lying there, replaying how her hand stayed on his thigh a bit too long, how the younger girl accidentally pressed her tits on his back when squeezing through a narrow hallway, how a random exhibitionist-style glimpse of skin he probably should not have seen is carved in his brain. He pulls it out, strokes slow, thinking about how she’d react if he just groped her right there in the kitchen, fingers sinking into that fat ass while she pretends to be shocked but keeps pushing her hips back. The text is not poetry, more like messy horny inner monologue, which honestly feels right for a guy who is still kind of a nervous virgin in his head even when he has these grown women orbiting around him. Sometimes the romance angle sneaks in softly, like when a character sends a half-innocent late message that is totally not innocent at all, and you feel that little ache of “this should be wrong, so why does it feel so good.” I do wish the protagonist stopped overthinking and made bolder moves sooner, but at the same time that slow, frustrating build up is exactly what makes the first real touch, the first obvious groping, explode in your chest and lower. The game never really tells you what line you just crossed. It lets you notice it yourself and then decide if you want to cross it again, harder.

I spent twenty minutes just watching the neighbor through her window. Not even touching anything, just... watching. She was doing yoga or something, those slow stretches where her ass just fills the whole screen. The game didn't rush me. No timer, no "move along" prompt. Just her, in those tiny shorts, bending forward. I think I forgot to blink.

The sandbox thing means you can just... exist in this world. Creep around. Find angles. There's this one MILF, the one with the ridiculous chest, she sunbathes every afternoon. I positioned the camera behind a fence and just zoomed in on her oiled up tits for what felt like forever. The animation is janky sometimes, her hand clips through her thigh when she adjusts her top, but honestly? I didn't care. The jank almost makes it hotter. Like catching something you shouldn't see.

The masturbation scenes are where it gets weirdly specific. You control the pace. Slow strokes, fast, whatever. And the character reacts, but her face does this thing where her eyes go slightly cross and then snap back to normal. It's not polished. It's not meant to be. It feels like someone's personal project, you know? Like finding a folder on a stranger's desktop. The male protagonist is basically a pair of hands and a dick, which is fine. I'm not here for him. I'm here for the neighbor with the impossible waist to hip ratio who leaves her curtains open. I wish the sound design was better. The wet noises are too loud, like someone stirring mac and cheese, and it pulls me out. But then she arches her back and I forget about it.

Fucking Sarena. I mean, the whole point is getting to Sarena, right? That orange-haired Kalos queen with the ribbon and the eyes that say she's seen your browser history and isn't even mad. The game knows what you're here for. It's not subtle. You click through these puzzles, these weird little sliding tile things or whatever, and every time you solve one, another piece of her clothing just... evaporates. Poof. Like magic but better. The AI-generated art has that slightly glossy, too-smooth look, like someone fed a thousand rule34 posts into a blender and hit frappe. Sometimes her fingers look weird. You won't care.

Ash is there too, I guess. Being Ash. Making that dumb face he makes when he's about to win a badge or walk directly into a Team Rocket trap. The combat, if you can call it that, is just more puzzles. Match some icons, watch a health bar go down, get rewarded with Sarena bending over in a way that defies both anatomy and the laws of physics. The dialogue is pure parody, the kind of stuff you'd read on a forum at 2am and snort at. "I choose you, Pikachu!" but it's not Pikachu he's choosing, if you catch my drift. And then the happy ending. Literally. The description promises it and it delivers, no fakeouts, no "to be continued" bullshit.

The 2D segments mixed with the 3DCG is jarring as hell though. Like someone couldn't decide if they wanted a visual novel or a low-budget hentai cutscene and just said fuck it, both. The romance is about as deep as a puddle but who's here for poetry? You're here to see Sarena's tits and the game knows it. The humor lands maybe half the time, the rest is just... there. But when it hits, when Ash says something so stupidly in-character while Sarena's top is literally vanishing, you'll laugh. You'll feel a little ashamed. You'll click the next puzzle anyway.

Beautyfield's got that crusty Ren'py skeleton underneath but who gives a shit when the neighbor lady's tits are literally leaking through her shirt at breakfast. You know the type. She bends over to pick up a spoon and the whole screen becomes a physics demo. The 3DCG models are janky in that specific way where faces look like melted dolls but bodies got all the rendering budget. Grandpa's house is full of opportunities and by opportunities I mean doors left slightly open while someone's changing.

The sandbox part is funny. You click around this sleepy little town and somehow every woman between 20 and 50 has nothing better to do than get stuck in washing machines or lose their keys under the couch. Your character is supposedly a virgin but the dialogue options make him sound like he's been studying pick up artist forums since birth. There's this one scene where you're just supposed to be grabbing something from a high shelf and it turns into a whole groping minigame. No explanation. Just hands everywhere. The voyeurism stuff is baked right into the map design, windows conveniently placed, fences with gaps, a telescope that definitely wasn't bought for stargazing.

The lactation tag isn't just for show either. It's not some unlockable side thing, it's front and center in like the second scene with the main milf. If that's your jam you'll be eating good. If not, well, too bad because the game doesn't really give you a toggle for that. Wish the incest undertones were actually undertones instead of being so vague it's almost cowardly. She's your step something, maybe, the game keeps it fuzzy like it's scared of its own tags. Just commit to the bit. The adventure elements are mostly walking from point A to point B to trigger the next animated loop. Not complaining though. Sometimes you just want to turn off your brain and watch big tits bounce while a teenager with the confidence of a seasoned pornstar smooth talks his way through the entire neighborhood.

Holy Shaft. The name alone, right? Like something you'd doodle on a notebook during a particularly boring lecture. And honestly, that's the energy. This isn't some sprawling RPG epic. It's an elevator. A magic, isekai elevator that apparently judges you. You get in, a floor dings, the doors open, and there's a situation. A girl with a broken toy. A knight who's way too into being reprimanded. The whole thing runs on this wonderfully janky logic where your only tools are a dialogue choice and, eventually, a growing collection of increasingly ridiculous sex toys.

The 3D models have that specific, unpolished look where the skin textures are a bit too shiny, like everyone's been lightly oiled. It's not "stunning visuals" but it has a charm. A specific, horny-on-main charm. The animations are stiff in a way that loops back around to being funny, especially when you pick the "humiliation" route and the character's expression just... freezes in this mask of perpetual shock. There's a spanking scene on, I think, floor 7? The sound effect is so flat and unenthusiastic it's like someone slapping a wet napkin on a counter. I laughed out loud. Then immediately went back to see the other dialogue option.

And that's the thing. It's a simulator of bad decisions. You see a prompt, you know the "right" answer is probably the nice one, but the game dangles the other choice like a cursed piece of candy. What happens if I use the comically large vibrator on the elf who just wanted directions? The multiple endings aren't deep, they're just different flavors of a chaotic mess. You don't play Holy Shaft for a coherent story. You play it to see the elevator ding, see what fresh nonsense awaits, and click the option that makes you snort. The humor is stupid. Deliberately, perfectly stupid. It's a quick, dirty, and surprisingly replayable little disaster.

The goddess thing is just an excuse, right? Some bored deity watching a guy get kicked out of his house so she can fuck with his life. Classic setup. You're this dude moving in with Katie, your oldest friend, and then the world just... unravels. Body swaps, monster girls with tits the size of planets, your own aunt bending you over. The game doesn't pretend to be polished. Ren'py sandbox where you click around a map, find scenes, repeat. The 3DCG models are stiff sometimes, faces frozen mid-moan like mannequins left in a sex shop window. But that jank? It almost adds to the filth.

I stumbled into a scene with Katie early on. She's showing you her room, all innocent, and then suddenly her hand's down your pants. No buildup, no romance. Just a handjob while she talks about rent. Later you're at a party and some milf with back-breaking breasts drags you into a bathroom for anal. The game throws everything at you, swinging, BDSM, footjobs under restaurant tables, exhibitionism where you jerk off in public parks. There's a transformation moment where you literally become a woman for a day and get fucked by your male best friend. Body swap mechanics just appear without warning. One click you're a dude, next you've got a pussy and a monster girl is going down on you. The pregnancy tag isn't kidding either, some endings get... fertile.

I wish the animations had more frames. Some scenes are basically slideshows with sound effects, grunts and squelches looped badly. But then you find a futa scene where three cocks are stretching one hole and suddenly you don't care about frame rates anymore. The sandbox means you can ignore the plot entirely and just chase kinks. Incest, harem, female domination where you're tied up and milked. The mobile version runs like shit on my phone, crashes during the orgy sequences. Still booted it up again. Something about the raw, unpolished desperation of it all. Like the goddess herself got bored and just started mashing fetishes together.

The snow outside the window isn't real. I stared at it for maybe five minutes before realizing the texture just loops, a flat jpg stretched across a polygon. Matt's supposed to be home after some big military tragedy, but the New Year's party is already happening and his sister's ass is literally the first thing the camera focuses on. Not subtle. The 3DCG models have that plastic sheen, skin like melted candles, but somehow the jiggle physics on the monster girl later got me. Don't ask me why.

You click through dialogue. You make choices that supposedly matter. I picked something dumb about fireworks and ended up in a scene with an aunt character who had no business wearing that dress. The netorare tag is there, lurking, but it's not in your face yet. It's more like a smell. Something wrong in the next room. The paranormal stuff creeps in slow, a shadow that doesn't match any character model, and then suddenly you're fucking a ghost with proportions that defy the already questionable anatomy of the living cast. The incest thread is tangled through everything, unspoken but obvious, the way Matt's mom looks at him during the countdown scene. I kept clicking. The adventure elements are basically just walking between rooms, but one room had a monster with big tits and I laughed out loud. Not because it was funny. Because I was hard.

The special episode framing is thin. New Year's hats on characters who were just talking about societal collapse. The contrast is jarring in a way that loops back around to working. There's a moment where you can choose to go outside alone and the snow jpg is still there, still fake, but the silence before a tentacle thing appears actually landed. I forgot to mention the romance. It's there, I guess, if you squint. More like transactional affection with extra steps. The big ass tag delivers. Repeatedly. I'm still thinking about the aunt.