Mr. SmallCockMC is the kind of main guy you normally skip in porn games. Tiny dick, average face, no special power fantasy, just this regular dude with a smoking hot thick wife who really should be out of his league. That is kinda the hook here. The game leans hard into the humiliation, sharing, and “why is she with him” feeling. You start simple, like normal couple stuff, some teasing, some groping in public that looks almost sweet if you ignore the fact that she keeps locking eyes with other men while your guy is just trying to keep up. The first time you take her to that bar, when she goes in with a modest top and comes back from the bathroom with her tits clearly outlined and no bra, that’s when you understand what kind of story this is. MC does the usual cope: “I’m totally fine with it, I like her being sexy.” Yeah, sure, dude.

The scenes go from low-key to pretty fucking raw faster than the art quality deserves. You know when a game looks a bit cheap in the menu, but then you hit a blowjob scene and suddenly it just clicks? There is this one bit where your wife is on her knees in a parking lot, blowing a black guy against the side of a car, and MC is literally half in the frame, pretending he is checking his phone. That tiny moment when the text lets you choose if he “pretends not to watch” or “admits he likes it” hits harder than it should. The writing feels clumsy and hot at same time, like a horny guy who learned English from Pornhub comments, which I mean as a compliment. Sometimes the grammar trips, sometimes the pacing dies, sometimes a joke about traps pops in out of nowhere and then it is just gone. There is this trap character who shows up at a swinger party and your wife stares at the bulge longer than at your MC the whole game, and the scene does not even finish the way you expect, it just leaves you hanging while she is grinding on them in front of everyone. The game loves to start sex in one place and end it somewhere completely different, like a browser with ten porn tabs open and no clear plan.

The hot part is how often you are not really in control. You pick options, yeah, but it feels like the wife is the one driving the story. She flashes her big ass at the pool, she “accidentally” bends over in front of neighbors, she sits on a guy’s lap in a club while you stand there like a forgotten extra, and suddenly you are watching double penetration while your choices are basically emotional damage modifiers. Sometimes MC gets to join, sometimes he just holds the camera, sometimes he does nothing and just listens to her moan for someone else through a thin wall. There is a scene in a cheap hotel room where your wife is on all fours, spit shining a thick cock, another guy lining up behind her, and MC’s only “action” is deciding if he calls her name or stays quiet so they forget he is even there. That kind of shit sticks with you. The game is horny, mean, funny in a stupid way and also a bit sad when it wants, but never really polished. The UI is kind of ugly, some transitions are awkward, one of the backgrounds looks like it came from some ancient dating sim and nobody cared. Still, when your sexy wife walks out wearing almost nothing and says she found “some new friends” and you realize the scene is about to be her getting shared like a toy while your guy tries not to cry, all that roughness suddenly fits. It feels dirty in the right way, like a fantasy you would never admit in real life, but you keep clicking anyway.

I don't know what's worse, the fact that this Halloween party game has a femboy option that's somehow the most emotionally stable character or that I spent twenty minutes picking out a costume for Alex like it mattered. It doesn't. Well, it does, but not in the way you think. The game splits across three protagonists and honestly Sierra's route is where things get properly unhinged. Anna's too. But Sierra. Jesus.

The Truth or Dare system is where the whole thing either clicks or falls apart depending on your tolerance for watching characters make catastrophically horny decisions. You pick dare and suddenly there's spanking, then someone's clothes are off, then the femboy is somehow dominating the situation and you're just sitting there wondering how a Halloween party turned into a netorase negotiation. The animations are janky. Not in a charming way, more like someone animated keyframes and forgot the in-betweens, but the ahegao faces during the creampie scenes are so absurdly exaggerated I laughed mid-stroke. That's not a complaint. I think.

Eight endings sounds impressive until you realize three of them are basically "everyone's miserable and also naked" variations. The humiliation themes are tagged as optional but the game nudges you toward them like a drunk friend whispering "do it, it'll be funny." There's this one scene where Alex watches through a window while Sierra gets absolutely railed and the voyeurism mechanic just... sits there. No interactivity. You just watch. Which I guess is the point but my hand was on the mouse ready for something, anything. The AI-generated art has that uncanny sheen where nipples look like they were calculated by a confused algorithm but honestly the cosplay outfits during the party segments are detailed enough that I screenshotted a few. For research. The BDSM elements show up late and feel tacked on, like the developer remembered the tag list at the last minute and threw in some rope.

The female protagonist route with Sierra lets you lean into exhibitionism and the party setting actually works for that. Anna's path is more about cheating and male domination but her dialogue reads like it was translated through three languages and none of them were English. "Your eyes make my insides become butterflies of wanting." What does that even mean. I wish the lesbian content wasn't buried behind specific choices that the game doesn't telegraph at all. Miss it and you're stuck in another hetero creampie scene wondering where it all went wrong.

So I’m playing this thing, right, and my first thought is who the fuck names their company Stunks Trading. Sounds like a front for selling expired cheese out of a van. But whatever, we’re the vice president, we’ve tanked the economy single handedly with bad bets, and the only fix is a shotgun wedding to some heiress. Classic. Lucy shows up looking like she stepped out of a Doris Day nightmare, all petticoats and casserole enthusiasm. The animated bits are janky in that specific way where a character’s mouth moves three seconds after the dialogue, which I live for. Pure camp.

Then the wedding night hits and surprise, bitch. That tradwife is packing more than just a killer meatloaf recipe. The whole game becomes this deliciously messy dance of choices where you’re trying to figure out if you’re horrified, turned on, or just really committed to saving your shitty import export business. The teasing scenes are where it’s at. There’s one moment where Lucy, still in the full June Cleaver getup, just gives you this look over a mixing bowl, and the tension is so thick you could frost a cake with it. The writing is horny but also weirdly sweet, like it can’t decide if it wants to be a raunchy comedy or a genuine romance route and honestly, neither can I. The lesbian tag is there but it’s more of a vibe, a side character who keeps giving my female protagonist the eyes, and I kept getting distracted trying to ditch my femboy husband for her which I’m pretty sure isn’t the main plot.

The contradictions are baked right in. One minute you’re having a heartfelt chat about gender expression over burnt cookies, the next you’re choosing dialogue options that sound like they were written by a closeted 1950s ad man having a panic attack. The gay tag feels misleading though, it’s more about a very specific femme presentation than a male/male dynamic, which bugged me for a hot second before I got distracted by a truly unhinged cooking minigame that I failed spectacularly. Never did figure out if that mattered for the ending. Probably not.

You ever click on one of these games and just know, within the first three dialogue boxes, that the artist has a very specific thing they are obsessed with? Extra Inches, right from the title screen, is not subtle. The opening scene throws you into a conversation with a character named Finn, who has this sleepy bedroom voice and a body that makes you understand why the tag list is longer than my last grocery receipt. The proportions are absurd. We're talking about assets that would cause serious lower back issues in real life, rendered in a soft 2D style that feels like a horny fever dream you'd have after falling asleep watching an anime from the early 2000s.

The whole thing is a dating sim where you play a guy, but the dating pool is entirely futa and trap characters. It's one of those setups where the "male protagonist" tag feels almost ironic because you spend most of your time being the receptive party. There's a moment with a character named Kai, I think, where a simple handjob scene just... escalates. You choose a dialogue option that seems innocent, something like "let me help you with that," and the next screen is just a full-on oral fixation closeup with no warning. The game doesn't ease you in. it assumes you're already on board. The lack of polish actually helps here. the slightly janky transitions between expressions make the sudden shift to an anal scene feel more jarring in a good way, like you're flipping through someone's private sketchbook and they just got progressively more unhinged.

I wish the sound design was a thing that existed. It's silent, which makes the over-the-top visual moans feel a bit like watching a GIF with your speakers off. You know the "loud moaning" meme? That's the vibe. But then again, the dead quiet lets you focus on the anatomy. and there is a lot of anatomy to focus on. The game is basically a gallery of "what if that cute character had a dick" scenarios, and it delivers exactly that with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever humping a couch cushion. It's not trying to be a deep narrative experience, it's a delivery system for big tits and bigger surprises, and honestly, that's almost refreshing.

Reality in this game is flipped in a way that feels funny at first, then kind of fucked up, then hot, then kind of fucked up again. Women run everything here, not in a “girlboss inspirational poster” way but in a “they own your collar, your job, and your orgasm” way. Guys are pretty little toys, soft femboys with skirts, stockings, makeup that looks better than half of TikTok, and asses that jiggle when they walk. You play as one of those cute pets with a dick, stuck in a future where your main value is how good you look on your knees and how obedient you are when a muscle girl snaps her fingers. On the surface it feels like a silly dating sim / sandbox with goofy jokes and horny scenes, but under that you’ve got this weird tension about what “consent” even means when your whole society trains you from birth to say “yes, mistress” like a reflex. As someone who actually cares about AI ethics and virtual characters, I kept catching myself asking, “Wait, did my protag actually want that, or did I just click because I saw the word ‘oral’ and my brain went caveman for a second?”

The game leans hard into the contrast: tall, ripped women with huge tits and thicker thighs than most gym bros, towering over smooth, androgynous boys who look like they escaped from a horny gacha ad. One moment you’re on a “normal” date, sipping a drink, trying to impress a buff office lady who could literally lift you by your hips with one hand. She teases you, calls you pretty, brushes her thumb over your lip gloss, and asks if you’re being a good boy for the system, keeping the status quo. If you play along and act all submissive, the scene slowly turns into this intense femdom thing where she drags you to a side room, orders you to kneel, and uses your mouth like a toy while you’re trying to remember if the dialogue choice three screens ago might ruin your future freedom. If you push back and try to talk about “change” and rights for men, she smiles in that creepy “I’m proud of you for having opinions” way, then pins you to the wall with one arm and tells you that rebellious femboys taste even better. It’s hot as hell, but there’s this aftertaste where you wonder if the game is mocking you for pretending your choices matter. The funniest and also most disturbing thing is how often the UI just kind of shrugs at you. You pick something that sounds safe and suddenly there’s a futa enforcer sitting on your face, using you until you’re cross-eyed, and the text quietly notes that this will “affect your status later.” You later check your stats and realize your “obedience” and “slut” values jumped because you tried to be polite. That small detail honestly drove me nuts and I couldn’t stop thinking about it while still clicking through for the next blowjob scene. The writing loves those moments where consent is technically there, in the “you clicked accept” sense, but socially crushed. The big muscle girl asks if you’re okay, but the power gap is so huge that the question feels more like a ritual than a real check-in. Porn brain says “oh god yes, sit on my face again,” ethics brain is in the corner going “this is exactly the kind of coercive system we complain about in real-world apps that spam dark patterns.” And then you forget the debate because the trap NPC shows up, winks at you, drops a line about “fighting the matriarchy from the inside,” and the very next scene has you sucking him off behind a club while police drones fly by, scanning your collar tag. The game keeps doing that whiplash. It throws real questions about dominance, agency, and what it means to “choose” in a rigged world, then buries them under a giant ass in a too-tight skirt that clips through the chair a bit. It all feels messy, horny, ethically uncomfortable and strangely honest about how players treat virtual bodies as disposable toys, even while it laughs and hands you another scene where your cute male protag gets railed until he forgets what he was fighting for.

My Netorase Delusions looks like it was drawn on a budget of three yen and a half eaten bag of chips. The 2DCG art has this weird charm though, like finding a porno mag from 2003 under a park bench. You play this salaryman, right, typical dude with a sexy wife and a boring life. Big tits on her, the artist really focused there. And then he gets into cuckolding. Not the angry jealous kind, more like the "hmm, what if I let that big delivery guy have a go?" kind of thoughtful. The whole thing feels like a fever dream you'd have after too much cheap beer.

The animation is... there. Sometimes. A handjob scene with a black guy I picked from a list, it was like watching a slideshow where someone forgot half the slides. But the voice acting, man. The wife's little gasps, the way she says things she shouldn't. That's the real hook. The soundtrack is just some loop that drills into your skull, I muted it after five minutes and put on some lo-fi hip hop, which honestly made the whole thing way more surreal. There's a trap character, which was a surprise. A choice came up and I just stared at the screen for a solid minute, not gonna lie.

It's a visual novel, so you click and read. You pick which guy gets to, you know, share your wife. The milf tag is strong here, she's got that mature vibe that makes the whole netorare thing hit different. The male protagonist is such a wet blanket, I wanted to slap him, but also, I kept clicking. The English is broken in a way that feels intentional, like the creator just typed what felt right. It's not polished, it's a mess, a glorious, horny mess. Like a story told by a drunk friend who keeps forgetting the point but you're too invested to stop him.