This game caught me completely off guard with how shameless it is about foot worship. Like, the developer really said "fuck subtlety" and just went all-in on the fetish content. You're this pathetic dude who can't stop jerking off every night, begging the universe for help, and instead of getting divine intervention you get a succubus who's basically like "bro, let me show you what real power looks like."

The crossover aspect is absolutely wild - you've got Aunt Cass from Big Hero 6 giving footjobs while Helen Parr is getting her ass pounded in the background. Azula's there being her usual domineering self, except now she's using her fire powers to... well, let's just say temperature play gets interesting. The AI-generated art is honestly pretty decent for what it is, though some of the proportions are fucking ridiculous. Like, they gave Marin Kitagawa tits that could probably crush a watermelon. Not complaining, just saying. The mind control mechanics work exactly how you'd expect - you summon these girls and they're basically your personal fuck toys. Raven's goth energy hits different when she's choking on your cock, and don't even get me started on what they did with Ty Lee's flexibility.

What really gets me is how the game doesn't pretend to be anything other than pure masturbation fuel. There's no deep story, no character development - just you using demon powers to make cartoon waifus worship your feet and drain your balls. The bukkake scenes are absolutely filthy, especially when multiple girls are involved. Lady Tsunade's experience really shows when she's working that titfuck game. The whole "cock milking" theme runs throughout everything, and honestly? Sometimes that's exactly what you need. The foot fetish content is surprisingly detailed too - they actually put effort into the toe-sucking animations and the way the girls' feet look. It's unpolished as hell but in a way that feels authentic rather than lazy.

First time I booted it up, I honestly thought it was a meme. Like, someone named the organization B.O.O.B.I.E.S and expected nobody to laugh? But then an hour later I’m sitting there, spreadsheet open on the second monitor, tracking affection points for Gwen, Mavis, and that redhead mermaid who keeps pretending she doesn’t know what a phone is. It’s ridiculous and hot in a way that shouldn’t work but kinda does. The dialogue swings between dumb superhero banter and straight-up filth, and I mean that as a compliment. I’ve seen fan mods with less confidence than this game’s writing. One moment you’re negotiating “housing arrangements” for displaced heroines, next moment you’re knee-deep in a scene that makes you forget what you were even doing before the moaning started.

There’s something about the way it mixes parody and sincerity that messes with your brain. Like, you’ll be laughing at Spider-Gwen scolding you for staring too long, and then the next click she’s on her knees, and the sound design goes from goofy to… way too real. I tried playing it on the train once (don’t), and when Cammy showed up in the gym sequence I nearly dropped my phone. The sandbox part is weirdly addictive - not because of the management stuff, but because you keep unlocking new rooms and wondering who’s gonna show up next. Mavis has this scene in the shower that’s half romance, half fever dream, and I had to pause just to check if my stats were bugged or if she really said that line about “feeding on affection.”

Also, small rant: the affection meter sometimes resets if you skip too fast, and it made me lose two hours of progress with Helen Parr, which is honestly cruel because that woman’s animations deserve a medal. But yeah, I keep coming back anyway. It’s messy, horny, self-aware, and somehow the most human thing I’ve played this month.

Cartoon Hearts: School of Desire feels like someone mashed together horny fanfic, a Ren’Py template and a bunch of cartoon crushes from puberty, then just said “yeah whatever, ship it.” You’re this “ordinary” student in a city where nobody cares that half the girls look like they walked out of Saturday morning shows. Nobody comments on it, they just sit in homeroom with you, arguing about homework and then five clicks later they’re asking if you prefer tits or ass. That kind of tone. It shouldn’t work, but somehow your brain just accepts it, like when you binge hentai in a different tab while pretending to answer Slack messages.

What hooked me fast is how they play the school routine. It’s not just click-next porn. You do the usual VN stuff, sure, but they sneak little choices that actually matter for scenes. Like, you’re in art class with the shy girl who always hides behind her sketchbook, and if you pick the “tease her gently” option way early, hours later she’ll remember that and suddenly her “private sketch collection” looks a lot less PG and a lot more “I drew myself getting railed by a faceless guy, totally not you, haha.” I ended up save-scumming like crazy to see all versions. There’s this one locker room scene with the star athlete, where you can play it nice, cocky or just straight perv, and the dialogue flips hard depending on how you treated her the whole route. If you’ve been respectful all the way, she still ends up grinding on your lap in the showers, but it feels like she hates herself a little less for it. If you were an asshole from the start, she kinda leans into it and the dirty talk goes straight degeneracy. Both routes are hot, I still can’t decide which I like more, but I also kinda wish they let you push it even further and they just dont.

Fanservice hits in a really dumb, satisfying way. One moment you’re sitting next to this girl who is clearly a reskinned Violet-type, hair over her face, quiet, all insecure about being “weird.” She invites you to her place “to study,” lights low, superhero posters on the wall that are absolutely not subtle, and if you’ve built enough trust she starts talking about “wanting to disappear during sex” and boom, suddenly you’re fucking her while she tries not to make a sound, blushing like she’ll explode. Then in another route you’re in the library with the more goth, Raven-ish one, and she’s pretending she doesn’t care while literally using her powers to lock the doors so nobody interrupts while she sits on your face between bookcases. Game pretends it’s about “feelings and dreams,” but most of the writing energy clearly went into filthy lines during those sessions. Half the time I was skipping to unlock the CGs, then going back to read because some of the pillow talk is surprisingly sharp, then immediately regretting it when the MC says something cringe like “my passion for you burns like a thousand suns.” Who talks like that.

Little thing that annoyed me: the text box is slightly too transparent. You can see the boobs behind it, but not quite enough, so you keep toggling the UI off with your finger in this stupid rhythm and it breaks the flow. I kept thinking they’ll add a slider for that in options, but no, it just stays like that. Also, the pacing is all over the place. One route takes you from first crush to full anal in what feels like three afternoons at school, while another makes you grind affection points forever before you get a single kiss. But then when it finally pops, it’s a long multi-part scene, with little intermissions where you decide if you want to push further or slow down, and if you’re a completion freak like me you’ll be reloading to catch that one variation where she pulls your head down and whispers this filthy line that only appears if you were nice to her during one tiny hallway talk. It’s messy, horny, and half the time I felt like I was playing a porn version of trying to get 100% in a JRPG, just chasing every last expression in the gallery while pretending my mouse hand isn’t tired.

It’s weird how this game makes guilt feel sexy. You wake up inside someone else’s head - not just anyone, but that stretchy mom-hero everyone secretly had a thing for back when Pixar still pretended innocence. The premise should be grim, revenge and all that, but the tone keeps slipping between sad and horny, like the dev couldn’t decide if it’s therapy or foreplay. The way control shifts feels personal, almost too intimate. It’s not just mind control; it’s like the game’s trying to pry into your own urges while you’re prying into hers. And maybe I’m reading too much into polygons, but when she touches herself, it’s never about lust alone - it’s about realizing her hands aren’t really hers anymore. That mechanic where you can *feel* the resistance in her movements is unsettling in a delicious way.

There’s this one scene with the aunt - yeah, the bakery one - where she talks to you like she *knows* you’re there, like she’s been waiting for the voice in her head to finally answer back. It’s creepy and tender, then suddenly it’s just obscene. I laughed because the transition was so abrupt it felt real. The body models aren’t flawless either, and that helps. A little awkward jiggle, fingers clipping through skin, like even the code itself can’t believe what’s happening. The audio’s inconsistent - sometimes soft breathing, sometimes nothing at all, dead silence while something filthy goes down. It’s that silence that hits hardest. You start thinking, maybe she’s ashamed. Maybe you are.

I hate the damn save menu though. Always pops right when things get heated, like the universe reminding you this isn’t real. But maybe that’s what makes it stick. It’s messy, it’s wrong, and it lingers afterwards like a guilty text you never sent. You’ll probably close it and tell yourself you didn’t enjoy it that much. You’re lying.

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.

This one honestly feels like somebody mashed together my deviantArt favorites from 2009 and a folder of cursed 3D test renders, then said “ok, now you walk around and fuck them.” You start off just wandering the city map, which looks weirdly like a Google Maps screenshot that lost a fight with a porn ad, clicking spots to find heroines. No slow build up, no long intro, you just bump into Raven, Violet, Helen and a few others that clearly had a very thin “parody” excuse thrown on top so nobody has to redraw them. As a cosplayer I look at Raven’s outfit and think “yeah, I can make that cloak in two days,” then two minutes later I’m watching her choke on the MC’s dick because I picked the slightly mean dialogue option instead of the fake nice one.

The mix of 2D and 3D is messy in a fun way. Some scenes are flat art with nice thick lines, others swap into stiff 3D models that look like they were made in Blender at 3 in the morning. Sometimes that ruins the mood, sometimes it makes it hotter because it feels like those old stolen Pixar porn loops that used to float around Telegram. I really liked Violet’s blowjob scene where the camera suddenly cuts to this voyeur angle through a half open door, like you’re spying while she’s on her knees, hair in her face, trying to keep quiet. And after that I realised the game actually leans hard into that voyeur thing: you peek on them in dressing rooms, shower, alleys, like the whole town is one big horny CCTV project. One of the funniest moments was catching Helen bent over in some random storage room, the dev clearly loved her ass because everything is focused there, and the MC just casually decides “ok, you’re mine now” and the game treats her more like property from then on, with options that feel like managing a very obedient sex pet. It’s fucked up, but the game is not pretending it’s anything else. Some paths are straight up non-consent, the text goes hard on that “you’re my slave now” tone and if that’s not your kink there is no gentle way around it, it just hits you in the face.

I kept getting distracted thinking about how to build a latex version of Violet’s suit while the game is busy turning her into a prostitute you send around town. Those scenes can be rough: you literally choose where she works, for how much, then watch short loops of her getting used in alleys, cars, shady motel rooms, with some pretty raw language. Strangely, the sex animations are not even that smooth, you see clipping, stiff hips, weird faces, but the dirty talk text does the heavy lifting, like when Raven is acting all goth and distant at first and a few story clicks later she’s on her back, calling you “master” while you decide if you finish in her or just use her mouth again. The city wandering part is kind of pointless, feels like a Ren’Py menu that escaped into Google Maps, but I still caught myself going back and forth just to see if some new scene unlocked in a corner I ignored. I wish the outfits changed more when you corrupt them deeper, like proper alternate costumes instead of just “now she has cum on her face,” but that probably never happens and I’m still going to keep mentally patterning their suits for future conventions while watching them get broken in a dirty alley.

You know that feeling when a parody game actually “gets” the original characters a bit too well, and then absolutely trashes them in the filthiest way possible? This one leans hard into that. It takes the whole super-family thing, throws the hero act out of the window, and just focuses on two girls being stupidly, obsessively horny with each other. No big plot, no fake epic stakes, no “oh no, the city is in danger.” The only danger is how far they can push a body that was clearly not designed for the crap they end up stuffing inside it. And it is all in your face, no choices, no branching paths. You just sit there and watch this slow slide from “curious and shy” into “my holes are toys now.” It feels less like a game and more like reading a long, nasty confession someone wrote while their vibrator was still inside them.

First thing that hits you is how elastic everything is. Not the superhero powers, I mean the very obvious focus on ass and pussy abuse. The camera loves thick hips and that ridiculous mom body, but the real star is how each scene escalates the “let’s try one more size up” idea. You get small, almost innocent stuff at the start and then, very quickly, it turns into “ok, that is not even shaped like something that should fit there.” There is a point where she is spread on the couch, toy so big it looks dumb, and she still tries to talk like it is all fine while her daughter helps her angle it. That mix of fake composure and pure corruption is kind of hilarious and hot at the same time. Then the animation kicks in, and even when it looks a bit stiff or awkward, it somehow makes it feel more raw, like a dirty Source Filmmaker video your friend sent on Discord as a joke and then you watched five times alone. The nipple stuff is messed up in a good way too, very “this is not medically safe, keep going.” Watching something long and shiny slide into a place that should just stay for sucking and pinching, and seeing her act like that is the best idea she ever had, is peak wrong-but-right.

What I liked is that they do not pretend this is “romantic” or “wholesome lesbian awakening.” Nah. Violet goes from hesitant to complicit real fast, like she was only waiting for one excuse to start using her mom as a sex lab. There is this one scene where she is supposed to “help relax” with fingers from behind, and it just casually turns into deep anal play, fisting, and stretching that would make a pro star tap out. No fade to black, just steady, grossly detailed stuffing and spreading. The facial expressions sell it too: half of the time Helen looks like she is on the edge of blacking out, the other half like she is getting baptized in pure sin. And yeah, some angles are janky, some loops repeat, there is a weird moment where the toy clips in a way that pulled me out for a second, but the vibe is strong enough that you kind of forgive it. It feels like a corruption fanfic that grew a budget. There is zero subtlety, zero pretense. Just a super thick mom, her not-so-innocent girl, and a collection of toys that start big and end completely absurd, invading every hole that can be stretched and then some. If your brain is wired for “this is way too much” as a compliment, this thing is basically a long, sticky yes.

First thing that hit me with this one was that weird déjà vu feeling, like opening some old.swf from Newgrounds days, but your browser suddenly grew up and discovered how horny you really are. You’re this new guy shoved into Crossunder Academy and somehow you stumble into the Student Council instead of the usual sports club or “generic anime club #57.” It sounds boring as hell on paper, but the fun starts when you realize being Class President here isn’t about paperwork, it’s basically a free pass to meddle with every girl in the school and half the staff too. The game kind of waves the “you can change things for the better” flag, but yeah, “better” starts to look a lot like spanking power, groping privileges and watching innocent school rules melt into porn logic.

The vibe is this strange mashup that only real degenerates will recognize. One moment you’re walking through the hallway like some bootleg Peter Parker, and then you notice that the redhead in tight clothes looks suspiciously like Spider Gwen if she took a wrong portal and ended up in a school uniform. You’re in a classroom trying to act serious, but your homeroom teacher has that perfect MILF energy, huge tits that absolutely do not follow gravity physics, a calm voice that makes you think “tradwife from a fucked up fantasy,” and then she leans over your desk and the camera goes full POV on her cleavage while she “explains” the lesson. The game pretends to be a dating sim with little puzzle bits, council choices, club events, that kind of thing, but half the time you’re just clicking through to see who’s going to suck your dick next or which heroine is going to end up with that cross-eyed ahegao while you creampie her on the council room couch. It’s not subtle. It doesn’t even try to be.

What I kinda love is how shameless the crossovers feel. One council meeting has this bookish girl who talks like she spent too many nights in the library at Hogwarts. She is prim, proper, acting all top of the class, until you catch her after hours and she’s on her knees under the desk, glasses fogged up while she gives you a sloppy blowjob and tries to keep her prefect reputation intact. Then there’s a sporty island girl in PE, clearly Nani-coded, big ass in tight shorts that ride up every time you “help adjust her posture” from behind. Another route drops you in some student festival event where a girl with short hair and freckles looks just enough like Roxanne from Goof Troop to make every 90s kid feel very called out. You’re supposed to be organizing stalls, but of course you end up in the storage room, fondling her tits while she tries to keep quiet because people are walking past the door. Somewhere else you have this stretchy mom figure showing up as a “guest speaker,” teaching about responsibility while her body begs to break every school rule, her boobs pressing into you while she whispers how bad it would be if someone saw you fucking her against the blackboard. There is oral sex, handjobs under tables, tits wrapped around your cock during “private counseling,” some exhibitionist scenes where a girl pretends not to notice half the corridor can see her through the window, and those ridiculous animated ahegao faces that feel like a lost art from old hentai OVAs. It’s messy, horny, nostalgic and a bit janky in the way early Flash porn was, and that actually makes it hit harder than some clean, soulless thing.

Hard to explain what it feels like watching this thing unfold, ‘cause it’s not really about the story, even though it pretends to be. You think it’s one of those slow-burn visual novels, right? But then it just goes straight for the throat. The first scene looks so clean you almost forget it’s about corrupted innocence and frozen fantasies twisted into something sweaty and messy. The animation style has that uncomfortably smooth look - like Pixar got drunk and decided to make porn. I mean, Helen Parr’s body moves like memory foam, and Violet’s eyes flicker in that weird way that makes you think, “yeah, she knows what she’s doing,” even though she’s supposed to be the innocent one. It’s confusing as hell and maybe that’s the point.

Some moments are unexpectedly quiet. Elsa’s there, like a ghost with a strap-on, and you can hear the little sound cues - the wet clicks, the soft moan loops that keep half-stuttering - they make you feel like the sound design team actually tried too hard, but it works. And that backroom “training” bit… yeah, the corruption arc slides in without warning, mixing domination with tenderness, like you’re supposed to feel bad but don’t. I got weirdly distracted by how the camera keeps hovering just above the action, as if it’s inviting you to lean closer. The POV breaks sometimes, the lighting flickers, but somehow that makes it dirtier. Realer. Like those clips you shouldn’t keep replaying but you do anyway.

Anyway, not sure whether to laugh or feel guilty. One minute you’re watching a “lesson” in restraint, the next someone’s getting spanked till you hear fabric tear. The transitions are abrupt - one scene ends mid-breath, another starts with a toy already in motion - and you realize you’ve forgotten what part of the parody you were even watching. Guess that’s the charm. Or the corruption. Or whatever this fever dream is. Either way, it sticks.