The whole thing feels like somebody watched too many late night American Pie clones, then decided to turn that horny brain fog into a sandbox game and just never stopped. You start as this guy who pretty much exists to orbit around older women with bodies that look like they were designed by a frustrated teenager with access to Blender and zero shame. Heavy tits that strain their tops, asses that fill the screen when the camera gets lazy, that kind of very honest visual style. It is not subtle. At all. You roam through the house, the neighborhood, a few side spots, poking into rooms you probably should not, checking windows you really should not, clicking on little icons like a rat hitting the pleasure button. Half the “gameplay” is you pretending you’re just exploring, while the camera clearly knows you are there to stare when some milf bends over the sink or stretches in front of the TV in tiny shorts that ride up every time she breathes.

What I liked, in a strange way, is how shameless the pacing is. One moment you are just wandering, half bored, thinking “ok, nothing is happening, maybe I close the tab and open Reddit,” then you walk in on a late-night masturbation scene in the bathroom with soft moaning and a very deliberate close-up animation that loops just a little too long, like the dev got distracted watching their own work. The animated bits are sometimes clunky, hips moving slightly off rhythm, breasts jiggling a bit like jelly instead of flesh, but that roughness has a certain charm. It feels like those old Newgrounds sex games that tried really hard to be erotic even when the movement was a bit cursed. The voyeur aspect hits the brain in that dirty way: hiding behind doors, peeking through keyholes, catching a milf “accidentally” leaving her curtains open while she fingers herself on the couch. You are not supposed to be there, and of course the game wants you there. Sometimes that tension works, sometimes it just feels like you are running in circles waiting for the correct time-of-day trigger to finally let you catch her in the shower again.

Then you get that sandbox structure on top, which is both nice and annoying. Freedom sounds cool until you are stuck doing the same dumb route across the house, clicking the same sofa, kitchen, bedroom, hoping some new big ass will present itself in a slightly different pose. When it works, though, you stumble into these small scenes that feel oddly personal. Like the milf in the tight tank top pretending to watch a movie, her nipples pressing against the fabric, and your character just sits way too close. No dialogue wall, just some short lines, a hand on her thigh, a slow pan down her body while she pretends not to notice, then the camera sneaks between her legs and you realize she was already wet, touching herself under the blanket long before you came in. Those are the moments where the voyeurism stops being just “peeking from outside” and turns into this weird power play, like you are being allowed to see something secret precisely because you are acting like you should not. There is a lot of jerking off too, obviously. The game loves masturbation as a bridge between scenes: you watch her get off in the shower, then cut to the guy in his room, pants around ankles, stroking to what he just saw, cum splashing on his belly in an animation that is both crude and effective. It is trashy, horny, a little repetitive, occasionally frustrating, and every now and then it hits that perfect sleazy rhythm where you stop caring about flaws and just lean forward, waiting for the next milf to “accidentally” leave her door unlocked.

Charlie thinks he is just going to one of those boring business dinners with his dad, the kind where old guys talk about stocks and golf, and you just sit there trying not to fall asleep while scrolling TikTok under the table. Instead he walks straight into a slow motion car crash for his whole family, and the game makes you watch every second of it, like one of those trainwreck Reddit threads where you tell yourself “ok last post” and then suddenly you are fifty comments deep. The new partner, Marcus, walks in like he owns the restaurant, and pretty fast it feels like he owns the dad, the mom, the house, even the damn air in the living room. His son Tyler is there too, cocky as fuck, smiling at Charlie’s twin sister like he already fucked her in his head three times before dessert. Nothing crazy happens at first, it is all polite smiles and firm handshakes and “so proud of you, son”, but the camera keeps lingering on Skylar’s eyes a little too long when she looks at Marcus, and you just know that this shit is not going to stay wholesome for long. That is the fun part, by the way, it never jumps straight into the porn, it lets the tension sit there, like when you are in a crowded subway and you feel somebody standing a bit too close behind you and you are not sure if it is an accident or not.

Later, when they all start visiting each other more, the vibe in the house changes. Skylar in her elegant dresses that try to be modest but cling to her ass anyway, pouring wine for Marcus, laughing at his jokes, leaning forward so you see her tits almost spill out. She is pushing 40, but the game shows her like she is at that perfect age where she knows exactly what her body does to men and also hates herself a little for enjoying it. There is one scene where Charlie comes home and finds her in the kitchen, hair a bit messy, lipstick slightly smudged, dress hitched up just a tiny bit too high, and Marcus’s car is still in the driveway. Nothing is said, nobody confesses anything, but the way she avoids his eyes while pretending everything is “normal” hits harder than any cheap sex scene. And then, of course, later you see exactly what was happening in that kitchen, from a different angle, with her bent over the table, hands flat on the wood, big tits swaying while Marcus pounds her like she was never even a wife, just some thick bitch he picked up. The game loves this kind of structure, it shows you the innocent version first, then comes back and twists the knife, and honestly it makes you feel like shit and horny at the same time.

Claire, the twin, is on a totally different path, but it still circles around Marcus and Tyler. She is the pretty one, the golden girl, the type that posts gym selfies on Instagram and gets 3k likes from dudes with “alpha” in the name. When Tyler starts hanging around, she talks to him like it is nothing, but the body language is all over the place. Short shorts on the couch, legs open just a bit too wide, teasing him with these “you wouldn’t dare” looks. There is one moment in the pool where she climbs on his shoulders, laughing, while Charlie just sits there watching, alone, and the camera angle makes it too obvious she is rubbing herself on the back of Tyler’s neck. It is not subtle. Then later, when she finally gives in, she rides him like she has been waiting years for this kind of dick, big hands on her hips, her ass bouncing up and down, water shining on her skin. And she looks over Tyler’s shoulder, right into the imaginary “camera”, like she knows you are watching her destroy that good-girl image. Honestly, her moaning gets a bit too repetitive, like the same 3 lines on loop, and it pulled me out for a second, but after that I forgot again because the scene just keeps pushing it, testing how far she will go.

Hana is the only one who actually feels safe at first, the childhood friend, the sweet one who studies hard and sends you stupid memes on WhatsApp at random hours. The game plays her more lowkey, less obvious slut energy, more the girl you secretly want to marry but you are too dumb to say anything. When the whole BNWO influence starts touching her too, it stings different. There is this classroom scene, Charlie and Hana alone, desks around them, papers everywhere, where she admits she feels “weird” about all the changes, then accidentally lets slip that Marcus and Tyler “give her butterflies” because they are so confident. You can see Charlie die inside a little. Later, when she finally ends up wrapped around that same world, legs spread, dark skin and light skin mixing, being held down and fucked hard while she tries not to scream too loud, you kind of feel betrayed, even if you were waiting for the exact moment with your hand already on your dick. The game is not shy about the contrast, honestly, the way it shows the guys as big, powerful, almost too perfect, with the girls melting under them. It leans hard into that fantasy of being replaced, of watching your mother, your sister, your best friend fall under someone else’s shadow. And since it is kinetic, you cannot stop it, there is no “good route” where you save them and they stay pure. You just keep clicking, scene after scene, as your whole world gets taken apart and rearranged around bigger cocks and darker skin and women who moan louder for strangers than they ever did for their own men. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Charlie almost disappears, which is kind of the point. You are not really him anymore, you are the ghost stuck in the corner of every room, forced to see how far it all goes. And it keeps going.

Holy Shaft feels like somebody mashed together a horny visual novel, a shitty elevator safety video and a humiliation kink discord, then forgot to proofread anything and just shipped it. Which kinda works, somehow. You start in this janky little elevator that looks like it should be going to the office, but instead every floor is a new “what the hell did I walk into” situation. It’s not long-winded at all: door opens, you get smacked in the face with a scenario, you pick your poison, you get either sex, pain, cringe, or all three at once. Then ding, next floor. I was basically treating it like an achievement hunt: “ok, what do I have to say or click here to get her to pull out the toys instead of just slapping me and kicking me out again?” That kind of vibe. Sometimes the game rewards you with a proper scene, sometimes it feels like you got blueballed by the script, but you can kind of see the invisible flowchart in your head after a few runs and it becomes this weird puzzle of horny cause and effect.

What stuck to me most are those tiny branching moments where you think “this answer is stupid, no one picks this,” and of course that’s the one that opens the best scene. There’s this one floor where you can either play it polite or lean into being a complete degenerate. The polite path gives you like two lines and a half-assed tease. Go full trash, and suddenly she’s got a toolbox worth of sex toys out and you’re watching her decide if you deserve the vibrator or the paddle first. The animation is simple but it hits the important parts: jiggle, impact, expressions that actually change when you mess up or push too far. I liked how some characters take your earlier choices personally. Humiliate someone on one floor, then later you see her again and she’s way more rough with you, like she’s keeping score. Or you play submissive all the way and some of them switch into this mocking, playful bullying that feels like soft degradation porn. Sometimes it looks a bit cheap, like “Unity test build with horny plugin” energy, and some punchlines fall flat like an old meme, but then you get a scene where the spanking rhythm syncs with the sound and suddenly it’s way hotter than it has any right to be. The multiple endings thing, honestly, feels more like a set of “you were a good little perv / you were a trash fire” medals than big cinematic finales, but if you’re like me and have a notepad in Google Keep with “ok, Floor 3: choose rude option twice, then agree, then don’t back out” scribbled down, it scratches that completionist brain hard enough you keep riding that cursed elevator again and again.

Jason starts the story just like some basic guy messing with an old camera he probably should have left in the trash, and from there it goes straight into “what the fuck is happening” territory. The camera doesn’t just take pictures, it pokes at people’s heads, pushes their urges, flips their personalities a bit every time you click. You’re not just watching either, you’re the one choosing who to point it at, when to push harder, when to pull back, and when to say “nah, fuck it, let’s see how far this goes.” One photo it’s harmless teasing, the next it’s your shy relative suddenly posing like she’s on some horny Instagram, tits pressed together, ass turned just perfectly, like the camera crawled into her brain and whispered all her dirty fantasies back at her. And the wild part is how normal the scenes start: chatting in the living room, chilling in a bedroom, hanging in the kitchen, then the paranormal shit creeps in so slowly you start forgetting what “normal” even was.

The story plays a lot with power trips and that nasty little voice in your head that asks “would I actually do this if nobody could stop me?” You’ve got family around you, MILFs with big tits who should absolutely know better, sisters or aunts who start off annoyed at you, then a few corrupted snapshots later they’re “accidentally” walking around half naked, or letting your hand stay on their ass a bit too long. There are moments where you’re straight up blackmailing them with photos they’d never want anyone to see, turning embarrassed gasps into rough groping and forced kissing that slowly melts into them grinding against you, wet and confused and totally hooked. The game doesn’t pretend it’s wholesome; you watch them touch themselves in secret, listen to their muffled moans through thin walls, catch them masturbating while thinking about the exact scene you forced them into before. Sometimes you even send them pictures of their own corruption, just to push them over the edge. Lesbian scenes pop up too, like when two of them end up tangled on a couch, one corrupted by the camera and dragging the other down with her, fingers sliding between thighs, tongues exploring, leaving smeared lipstick and cum on each other’s skin while you watch like a fucking creep from the doorway.

Stuff gets rougher when the camera starts twisting more than just lust. People get a little broken: jealousy, cheating, ugly romance that feels more like obsession. You can nudge them to betray partners off-screen, turn a girlfriend type into a cheating slut who begs you to record her getting railed, or push a sweet mom figure into a full-on exhibitionist, showing off her big ass to strangers, pretending she’s scared while her nipples are clearly hard. The mind control angle is sneaky, not just “click, you’re my slave,” but this creeping corruption that makes them think the ideas are theirs. One scene has you taking photos of a woman covered in bruises and bite marks that you gave her earlier, and she’s shaking, somewhere between fear and craving, knowing you’ll share those shots if she says no next time. There are jumpy, violent flashes too, like the camera showing you things that might happen if you go too far, and sometimes you push anyway, just to see. All of this is wrapped in those animated shots where tits bounce, tongues glide over skin, cum spills down chins after messy oral, and you’re stuck in that horny loop of “just one more scene” while the line between you controlling the camera and the camera controlling you starts to feel very, very thin.