Thanksgiving in this game starts with a talking turkey giving you attitude and somehow ends with you getting a titjob from a sorceress milf who could probably crush your skull with her thighs. The whole thing feels like the dev woke up, opened three tabs of Disney porn, some World of Warcraft fanart, one Skullgirls subreddit thread, and said: “Yes. This. All of this.” You play as this smug, cocky magic adventurer who is supposed to help with a magical feast, but you immediately stop caring about food the moment you realize literally every woman in Enchantia has breasts that look like they were designed by a teenage boy with too much free time and a DeviantArt account. One second you are trying to collect ingredients, next second you are getting groped by a drunk fairy who thinks your dick is a magic wand and keeps “testing its charges” while you pretend to be offended and still click every dialogue option that clearly leads to handjob territory.

The cast is just pure fanservice soup and my horny brain did not complain. You bump into a draenei-style priestess with glowing eyes and a holy staff, and let me tell you, that staff is not the only thing that gets blessed. There is a milf innkeeper who has big aunt Cass energy, like if Aunt Cass and Dexters Mom had a crossover episode where the moral lesson is “learn to share your cock.” The game keeps tossing references at you: a snarky shadow girl with Midna vibes who bends over the table a lot, a pale demon nymph with skull-themed accessories that really scream Skullgirls, a ninja chick that lowkey feels like she escaped from a League of Legends splash art and said “ok, where is the nearest dick.” None of this is subtle, but subtlety is illegal here anyway. The art is animated, pretty lively, and sometimes the faces look a little cursed in motion, yet when she is riding you and her tits are bouncing in rhythm, you suddenly forgive every weird frame like a simp.

Actual gameplay is this weird mix of sandbox wandering, point and click scenes, and these goofy turn based combat bits where you either smack goblins around or get clothes torn off your party members. You cast a spell, you take a hit, her armor rips, you pretend you are trying to win but secretly take one extra turn just to see more skin. The sex scenes themselves ramp up from teasing to full filth pretty fast; one fairy spends three dialogue boxes just edging you with hand stuff and dirty talk, then suddenly she is on her knees, drooling over your shaft, and you are choosing between oral finish, titfuck, or going straight to vaginal while she uses a glowing crystal toy on herself. There is this one scene with a “helpful” older witch, total milf with thick hips, where she offers you a “fertility blessing” and it turns into anal on a wooden chair while she keeps scolding you like a strict aunt, and honestly, that did things to me I am not proud of. The only thing that annoyed me was one tiny text bubble spelling “voyerism” during a scene where you watch two monster girls go at it behind a magic mirror, and now my brain repeats that word every time I open Twitter, but whatever. By the time you are juggling fairies, demon girls, and one princess type who looks suspiciously like she escaped from a Frozen parody and wants to “warm your stuffing,” you will completely forget you were supposed to be helping with a Thanksgiving dinner at all, which, honestly, is the most realistic thing in the whole game.

Infinity Crisis Island feels like somebody took a horny fanart folder, a Ren’Py project, and a beach wallpaper they found on Google, shook it all together and said “yeah, that’s enough.” You’re this random owner of a beach house stuck on a tropical island where the multiverse apparently went on vacation. DC girls, Marvel girls, some Disney flavor leaking in, this weird sense that you accidentally opened the rule34 tab instead of Chrome’s normal one. And in the middle of that, She-Hulk, green, stacked, and already acting like your place is her private nude resort. The game starts almost too soft: name your character, pick some responses, pretend you’re doing “choices that matter.” Half the time you’re just trying not to pick the option that sounds like a horny Reddit comment. The other half you’re deliberately picking that exact option because, yeah, you want her to sit on your face and not on the couch.

What I liked first is how casual she is with you. She’s not written like some unreachable goddess, more like that gym girl with a huge ass and big tits who jokes about snapping your spine if you say the wrong thing. You flirt, she smirks, you mess up, she still kind of wants your cock anyway. It’s very “you’re not special, but you’re the only dick on the island right now, so fine.” When the game lets you ramp things up, it goes straight into the good stuff: blowjob scenes where she looks like she could bite it off but instead buries her nose in your pubes, titfucks that feel like getting crushed between two green airbags, handjobs that look more like she’s testing how durable you are. There’s a gangbang vibe teased with the whole multiverse island idea, and you can feel they’re building toward a future where you’ve got Harley Quinn cackling on your lap while Poison Ivy rides your face and Catwoman is in the background pretending she’s above it all, but you also know she’s not. The lesbian stuff hits that “they were always one step from fucking anyway” energy, like Harley and Ivy kissing until one of them gets bored and pulls a dick into the scene, green pussy grinding on anything that moves.

I like that it pretends to be a visual novel with choices, but half the time it’s basically “flirty, flirty but dumber, or ‘I wanna cum inside you’” and whichever you pick, your reward is still creampie. You’ll get anal, pussy, cum on tits, cum on face, cum inside, the usual porn hub playlist, only now it’s on a tropical island and sometimes you remember there’s also Mystique somewhere out there probably planning something weird with shapechanging. One moment you’re watching She-Hulk sucking you off by the pool, her lips sloppy, spit running down your shaft, and next moment your brain goes “wait, where the hell is Goliath in all this, was he mentioned or did I just imagine that tag?” The game doesn’t care. It just wants your dick back in the green mouth. There’s one kiss scene that’s way too sweet for how filthy everything else is, and it annoyed me more than the small UI bug where a line of text overlaps the choice box on mobile. And now that I think about it, I was kind of expecting Catwoman to show up earlier, but then I got distracted when She-Hulk sat on my face and the screen just filled with green ass and I forgot what I was complaining about in the first place.

You know that specific feeling when a parody gets the voice so wrong it circles back around to being its own weird thing? Queen Trainer by AKAMAN is that. It’s a browser based trainer game where you, some generic dude, end up in a position to, uh, *educate* Princess Jasmine. Not Aladdin’s Jasmine. A legally distinct version with absolutely massive, physics defying tits that the 2D art can’t stop staring at. I spent way too long on the first screen just watching the idle animation loop, her chest moving with a kind of hypnotic, boneless momentum that has nothing to do with breathing.

The whole setup is a fever dream of domination and corruption. You’re clicking through menus, managing stats, trying to turn this haughty princess into your personal plaything. The writing is this bizarre mix of stilted English and surprisingly direct filth. One moment it reads like a bad instruction manual, the next it’s describing a blowjob with the clinical detachment of a medical report, and then suddenly it’s all “choke on it, you royal slut.” The tonal whiplash is the best part. It’s not trying to be high art. It’s a hentai parody that forgot the original movie halfway through and just leaned into the trainer loop. The male protagonist is a blank slate, a pair of hands and a cock, which is honestly perfect for this kind of power fantasy.

The sound design, which is my whole deal, is a mess. A glorious, unpolished mess. The wet, sloppy noises during the explicit scenes are mixed way too loud, like someone squelching a half-eaten peach directly into a tin can microphone. There’s a repetitive slapping sound that loops with all the grace of a broken washing machine. It’s jarring and cheap and I kind of love it? It’s so unapologetically amateurish that it becomes endearing. You’re not here for a sensual ASMR experience. You’re here for a raw, unhinged corruption fantasy with a Disney princess who’s been hitting the bimbo button hard. The crossover element is just a thin coat of paint over a very straightforward, very explicit trainer game. Don’t go in expecting a complex plot. The humor is accidental, the art is pure fap material, and the whole thing feels like it was coded in a weekend by someone with a very specific, very sticky vision. It’s not good, but it’s honest about what it is, and sometimes that’s enough. The domination path where you break her spirit completely is particularly nasty, in a way that made me forget what I was even talking about. The jasmine scent in my room right now is a coincidence.