You know what gets me about these Sith training simulators? Nobody ever talks about the actual logistics of corrupting someone. Like, she shows up at your creepy dark lord cave already kicked out of her Jedi academy, already "hungry for power," already basically gift wrapped for corruption. Where's the challenge? I wanted to earn that fall from grace, not just... receive it like space amazon delivery.

But then the training started and I forgot to be mad about it. The domination mechanics aren't subtle at all. You bend her over your meditation chamber console and she's already wet before you've said three words about the dark side. The creampie animations are surprisingly detailed for something that feels this unpolished otherwise. Her big ass jiggles when you finish inside her and the game just... lingers on it. No fade to black, no tasteful camera angle change. Just her leaking on the floor of your ship while she asks about force choke techniques. The tonal whiplash is something else.

The oral sex scenes unlock way too early. I had her on her knees before I'd even explained what the Sith code actually means, which feels like bad teaching methodology. She's supposed to be this prodigy who mastered every academy path but she drops to suck you off with zero resistance. The corruption system is basically just a progress bar that fills up every time you fuck her or make her do something degrading during missions. I sent her to assassinate some rebels on Tatooine and the game gave me the option to make her do it naked. She didn't question it. Just... complied. The Jedi really dropped the ball with this one's training. Or maybe that's the point? The game keeps hinting she might betray you but honestly she's been nothing but a cock hungry apprentice so far. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop but right now she's just my personal force sensitive fleshlight who occasionally force chokes people for me. The sandbox elements let you repeat training sessions and sex scenes which is nice but the missions are where the real degradation happens. Made her crawl through a cantina on all fours while I watched through a security feed. The patrons didn't react. That's either a bug or the most depressing commentary on Outer Rim society I've ever seen.

You open this thing and bam, you’re suddenly this dude who somehow owns a gym for monster girls only. Not a normal gym, not a cheap porn setup, more like some weird mix of therapy, horny fantasy, and management sim that spent too long on Patreon. Every girl that walks through the door has ears, tails, claws, wings or god knows what, and also tits that laugh at gravity. They come in wearing tight sport uniforms that absolutely fail at being modest, pretending they’re here to “get fit” while their boobs are trying to escape every time they touch a treadmill. You’re supposed to make the place “safe” and “comforting,” but let’s be real, the game knows exactly what it’s doing when the wolf girl bends over for stretches and the camera just happens to forget her face and stay on that ass. You’re walking around the gym floor, clicking on weights, checking machines, pretending you care about reps and BPM while your actual brain is like “ok but how do I get the bunny girl to trust me enough to let me ‘adjust her posture’ in the showers.”

The sandbox part hits early. No hand holding, just you tossed into this half-RPG, half-trainer thing where money, stamina, and horny are always wrestling in your head. You set training plans for each girl, pick if she’s doing cardio, squats, or “private lessons” in the back room where the mirrors are way too clean. Some of them want strict coaching, some want motivational touching that is about 2% sport and 98% “yeah, you can grab my hips to correct my form.” Suddenly you’re arguing with a dragon girl about her confidence while her top is one bad stretch away from turning the whole gym into a public orgy. One minute you’re carefully planning a new machine purchase to attract more clients, the next you’re in a late-event scene where the shy cat girl who always hides in the corner finally snaps and presses you against the wall, asking if she’s still “too soft” as she guides your hands over her body. The romance side tries to be sweet about self-acceptance, which is cute, then immediately throws you a CG where you’re pounding a thick centaur girl against a locker while her hooves are clacking on the tiles and someone is probably working out right outside.

There’s this weird thing where the game wants to talk about body image and “accepting your own shape” and then gives you a slime girl whose boobs literally swell when you praise her progress, like a horny balloon. You’re checking stats, affection, lust, training results, and it feels kind of like running a horny spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans when you click it. One of my favorite “wtf” moments was when I scheduled a totally normal training day, clicked through too fast, and suddenly I’m in a scene where the muscular orc girl is using me as a workout tool, making me hold a plank position while she grinds on my back and calls it “balance practice.” The public gym thing is always in the background too, so half the sex scenes are lowkey exhibitionism: quick sloppy blowjob behind the squat rack while another client is stretching two meters away, or you “helping” the fox girl in the sauna as the steam hides nothing at all. It’s horny, messy, sometimes strangely wholesome, then it throws a furry CG at you that looks like it took the artist all their sanity to finish. The whole thing feels like someone mashed together a management game, a monster girl dating sim, and the dirty thoughts you get while scrolling Instagram fitness reels, then turned the horny slider to max and never looked back.

The flexing animation resets every time you level up, which means Gina snaps back to her starting pose for like half a second before her muscles inflate again. Watched that tiny reset happen maybe forty times yesterday during a boring conference call. Couldn't look away. Something about that brief snap, the way her shoulders drop before swelling bigger, it got stuck in my head while Kevin from accounting droned about quarterly projections.

This thing is a muscle growth fetish game dressed up like a casual RPG. You're running a gym in some town called Burlingfort, paying off mafia debts, and training this girl Gina who inherited her dead dad's super strength genes. The ai generated art has that weird glossy look, you know the one, where sometimes a hand has six fingers and the backgrounds look like someone described a gym to an alien. But the muscle progression system, that's where it grabs you. Each training session adds visible mass. Shoulders broaden. Thighs thicken. You can track the changes between workouts, and there's femdom scenes with the trainer character that unlock as stats climb. The prostitution tag comes in through some side content with other female characters, though the main storyline stays focused on Gina's transformation and this lesbian romance with her friend.

Combat feels tacked on. Press attack, watch numbers, repeat. But then you'll get a scene where Gina accidentally crushes a training partner with her thighs mid sparring, and suddenly the grind makes sense. Didn't expect to care about the mystery plot either, something about her dad's death and the mafia wanting the gym property, but I started clicking faster through dialogue just to get to the next muscle growth checkpoint. The ahegao faces appear during specific strength overload moments, which is a choice. Wished the sandbox elements let you actually run the gym as a business instead of just clicking through menus between training sessions. The game keeps promising more activities around town but mostly you just go between locations triggering stat checks. Still, found myself opening it three times today between actual work. Dare to max out Gina's strength tree before your next zoom meeting.

Valuable training program lost their weight. When he comes to special room that is closed he has to catch his sexy naked trainer when he comes there will be another surprise that is better, and he will be able to fuck her but next time.

The mouse wheel scrolls back through dialogue and there’s this one bit where a character, I think her name’s Melody but I might be mixing her up with someone from a completely different Patreon project, she’s got this pink sheen on her skin like candy apple gloss and when you click to advance, the text doesn’t just appear, it sort of bleeds onto the screen, letter by letter, and the sound it makes is a wet little tap, like a finger on a sticky counter. That sound, I kept scrolling back just to hear it again while my own fingertips were resting on the plastic of my Logitech, and the disconnect between that cheap, hard surface and the imagined texture of her, it was doing something weird to my brain.

The automatic saves are a lifesaver because I kept hitting Esc to get to the menu, thinking I’d broken something. The ctrl to skip text is essential too, because honestly, some of the buildup is just waiting for the next contact, the next moment where the art goes from rough sketch lines to this soft, almost bruised watercolor around the edges of a breast or a thigh. The whole thing feels unpolished in a way that’s not a flaw, it’s like finding a diary with pages torn out. You see the pencil marks they forgot to erase. I spent way too long trying to see if the clothing would rip dynamically if I clicked on a specific spot, it doesn’t, but the way a piece of fabric just vanishes between one click and the next has its own kind of clumsy charm.

I forgot to check if there was a gallery mode. Got distracted by a scene with a tentacle that wasn’t even the main event, just a background detail in a jar on a shelf, and I kept poking at it with my cursor like an idiot. The whole thing runs in a browser window and my chrome crashed once, but the autosave had my back so I was right back to where I’d been, which was kneeling in some digital dungeon with text describing a warmth spreading across a character’s lap. The offline version from SubscribeStar is probably more stable, but the jank of the online build has its own vibe, like a game that’s still breathing and changing.

Star Trainer feels like someone grabbed a Saturday morning cartoon, poured vodka on it, then said “ok now you’re a horny RPG.” You’re not just poking at menus and clicking through dialogue, you’re basically running a very illegal private lessons course for Star, trying to turn her from hyperactive magical girl into your personal, hm, “well trained” pet project. And yeah, she’s got those ridiculous anime boobs that look like they had their own gravity patch installed. At first it’s all cutesy, she’s needy and bratty and still acts like the original show, all sparkly energy and bad decisions. Then suddenly you’re talking about obedience, punishment, what happens if she skips “training,” and the game is just like “yeah cool, anyway rub lotion on her tits to improve stats.”

The best part is also the dumbest part. The training system pretends to be serious, like you’re doing some strategic planning, but half of it is just you figuring out how far you can push her in each scene without breaking her completely. One moment you’re lecturing her about responsibility, next moment you’ve got her bent over some random piece of furniture that didn’t even exist in the show, spanking that thick cartoon ass while she’s whining and still calling you some cute nickname. It’s this weird mix of “I’m her mentor” and “I’m absolutely abusing this situation” and the game never really decides which one it is. Sometimes she’s scared, sometimes she’s horny, sometimes she’s both in the same two lines, like her brain is lagging. And of course there’s the MILF angle sneaking around the edges, because the show had that hot mom energy and the game knows it. You get those tiny hints that more mature flesh is on the menu and your brain just short circuits a bit.

What cracked me up is how casual it is with Star’s corruption. You’re unlocking stuff and it’s like “oh cool, now she’s more obedient” and then suddenly she’s riding your cock like she’s been doing it for years, tits bouncing all over the screen, face flushed, star-wand completely forgotten somewhere in the background. The pacing of her “development” is absolutely nonsense. First training session she’s all “no no, this is wrong,” three visits later she’s asking for harder punishment because it “helps her learn better.” Sure, professor. The parody vibe is strong, but also completely off in a good way, like someone half remembered the show while horny and filled the gaps with porn logic. And I still can’t get over how serious the game pretends to be about stats: obedience, lewdness, discipline, whatever, like this is some productivity app from hell. I kept catching myself min-maxing her humiliation levels like I was optimizing my workflow in Notion. The only thing that really annoyed me for real is how sometimes a dialogue option looks like harmless teasing and then boom, you’re locked into some heavy scene you weren’t ready for yet, and there is no “nah, let’s slow down” route, the game just drags you deeper. But that’s kind of the charm too, you keep thinking “ok, this is too much” and then you click again anyway.

Catherine’s downward dog form is genuinely terrible and I can’t stop thinking about it. Bob keeps adjusting her hips with this look on his face like he’s solving a sudoku puzzle, completely oblivious that Mimi is basically undressing them both with her eyes from across the yoga mat. The whole setup feels like one of those videos that gets recommended to you at 2am on a site you definitely didn’t bookmark. You know the ones.

What gets me is how seriously the game takes the yoga part. There’s actual breathing exercises and pose sequences you have to click through, and I found myself genuinely trying to nail the warrior pose before remembering why I was actually here. Mimi’s little smirks during the cooldown stretches made me feel like I was back in that disastrous pilates class from 2019 where I pulled a hamstring trying to impress the instructor. Except here the instructor is actively orchestrating a threesome and nobody’s pretending they’re just there for the flexibility benefits.

The choice system is weirdly stressful for something this unpolished. Pick the wrong breathing pattern and suddenly Catherine’s giving you this disappointed look while Bob fumbles with his mat like a man who’s never seen a human body before. But then you hit the right sequence and Mimi’s top just sort of... stops existing? The transitions are so abrupt I laughed out loud twice. Real model integration means everyone looks slightly uncanny in that specific way where you can tell they photographed actual humans but the posing feels like a Sears catalog from hell. Catherine’s flexibility is impressive though. For yoga purposes. Obviously.

You know what's funny? I spent like three hours last night just watching the numbers go up on my spreadsheet. Not even the sex parts, just the management screen. My father in this game, some corpo bigshot, drops a fat stack of eddies in my lap and basically says "don't fuck it up" and what do I do? Immediately start a brothel. Classic.

The girls have these stats you train up, obedience and technique and some other things I already forgot. There's this one girl, got her from some back alley deal, terrible attitude but her pain tolerance was already at 60%. The clients in this cyberpunk hellhole are... specific. Some chrome-plated freak wants a girl who can recite poetry while being shocked? There's a fetish for that apparently. The game doesn't judge, it just provides the checkbox and you tick it and the money comes in. I wish the dialogue trees had more branches though, sometimes it feels like you're just clicking through the same three responses until the bar fills up. But then again, isn't that just customer service?

The whole thing runs in browser which means I can tab over to my actual work spreadsheets when the boss walks by. Same energy honestly. Numbers go up, dopamine hits, rinse repeat. The cyberpunk setting is mostly window dressing, neon signs and rain effects that my laptop fan hates, but it sets the mood. You're not saving the world here, you're just another scumbag exploiting the system. The sex slave training part is exactly what it sounds like, no romantic subplot to soften it, just raw transaction after transaction. Sometimes I forget I'm supposed to be roleplaying and just optimize the brothel layout for maximum throughput. What does that say about me? Don't answer that.

Bulma's got this little smirk that just says she knows she's got the upper hand, even when she's on her knees. That's the whole mood right there. The art isn't polished, it's got that rough fan project feel where the lines are a bit too thick and the shading is more of a suggestion than a rule. Honestly it reminds me of the stuff people used to scribble on the oekaki boards back in the day, that raw horny energy before everyone got good at digital painting. There's something about the jank that makes it feel more direct, like you're looking at someone's unfiltered fantasy scrapbook rather than a product.

The training loop is basically a clicker but with Saiyan pride getting dismantled piece by piece. You start with Vegeta being Vegeta, all scouter readings and royal lineage bullshit, and Ceno just wears him down. I spent way too long on the first few scenes because the stat checks are kinda brutal and the grind is real. There's no clever minigame or strategy, it's just hammering the same actions until the dominance meter ticks over. It gets repetitive but that repetition almost becomes hypnotic, like you're the one being conditioned. I wish there was more with Gohan but what's there is surprisingly intense, that quiet kid energy turning into something else entirely. The domination stuff isn't subtle, it's full on breaking wills and claiming territory, and the dialogue leans hard into the power fantasy. No aftercare, no soft moments, just conquest. The sound design is nonexistent which actually adds to the grimy atmosphere, just the hum of my laptop fan and the occasional click. My Discord kept pinging and it was weirdly jarring, pulling me out of this hyperfocused degenerate state. The Piccolo scenes are my favorite even though they're brief, something about the stoic Namekian finally cracking. Don't go in expecting a faithful adaptation of the source material, the characterization is whatever serves the scene. Goku shows up and he's almost too eager, which is a choice I guess. The whole thing feels like a fever dream I had after falling asleep watching the Cell saga.