The first time I logged into this thing, I didn’t even care about the classes or whatever plot it pretends to have - the way the avatars breathe, the tiny tremor in their lips before a kiss, that’s what got me. It’s like the devs poured all their soul into making skin look touchable. There’s this one girl in a half-armored cosplay outfit, silver hair glowing like some digital eclipse, and when she leans close, her breath fogs your screen. Maybe I imagined that, but hell, it felt real. The sci-fi cities behind her hum like they’re alive, something between a nightclub and a dream you shouldn’t be having. The game doesn’t shout about its mechanics, but when you figure out how to sync movement and body sensors, it’s almost too much - like your nerves are being rewritten to crave every vibration.

Sometimes the story pretends to be about mystery - a missing player, a corrupted zone - but nobody’s really fooling anyone. The real puzzle is how long you can last before giving in to pure heat. The VR immersion slips between sweet and filthy faster than your mind can keep up; one moment you’re chatting with a student NPC about history, next she’s on her knees, glasses sliding down, eyes wide like she’s learning anatomy for the first time. There’s group stuff too, awkward at first until it’s not. Someone mentioned modders replaced the background drones with moaning echoes; I laughed until it happened in my session and I swear it made everything feel more chaotic and alive. The music, though? Too clean. Needs something grittier, maybe a heartbeat instead of these sterile synths.

I still can’t get over the fact that clothing physics act like they’ve got personalities - skirts that refuse to stay where they should, latex that remembers your touch. You can taste the future here, but it’s messy and dripping and maybe a bit too honest. Every time I log out, reality feels thinner, like a veil that won’t settle right.

You wake up with that heavy, horny fog in your brain, and instead of your boring room you’re in this chapel that looks like somebody let Pornhub redesign a cathedral. Stained glass, candles, crosses, and front row you got a nun with tits that do not care about gravity at all, trying to decide if she wants to save your soul or ride it. She talks sweet and holy while her outfit is cut so low it might as well be a polite suggestion. And the game just looks at you like: “Alright, sinner, what kind of mess you wanna be?”

The fun part is how it keeps throwing those “innocent” options at you and they never stay innocent. You tell the nun “I want guidance” and she hears “please press those huge soft miracles into my face and whisper prayers while grinding on my lap.” You pick the serious, holy line, and five clicks later she’s on her knees calling you something between “my child” and “my master” with a tongue that clearly skipped bible class. Then you wander out of the chapel and the whole place opens up into this demon playground. Succubus lurking around every corner, hips moving like they’ve got their own physics engine, tails sliding around your legs, horns, claws, that pretty red skin that screams “terrible idea” in the best way. You say one wrong thing to a demon girl and suddenly she’s pinning you to some stone altar, sitting on your cock like she’s collecting your soul one thrust at a time.

What I liked is how the choices actually feel like they change the flavor of the smut, not just the wallpaper. Go respectful with the succubus and she goes slow and teasing, dragging those big breasts over your chest, kissing you soft while still milking you like she’s on a timer. Act like a cocky bastard and she flips you, rides you hard, claws in your back, calls you “toy” while smiling like she owns your life now. Same with the nun: lean into her faith and she turns the whole thing into a corrupt mass, whispering holy lines while stroking you with trembling hands, like she hates how good it feels. Push her buttons and she snaps, climbs into your lap, skirt around her waist, moaning into your ear that she belongs to her god and also to your dick. The visuals love big curves, thick asses bouncing on altars, soft stomachs folding a little when they bend over, jiggling everywhere when the scene gets rough, and the camera never tries to be artsy, it just shoves your face exactly where you were already thinking. It’s messy, horny, sometimes goofy as hell, and every path is basically one long “what if I said yes to the worst idea” fantasy where the answer is always: a nun, a demon, or both, sitting down on you like you’re part of the furniture.

Sometimes you just want trash science and thick mistakes, you know? This game is exactly that: one awkward nerd in a lab, a bunch of sketchy chemicals, and zero adult supervision. It starts all innocent, like some goofy parody of those anime where the genius kid wants to become the next big brain of the world. He’s mixing his “super serum” in this tiny lab, all proud, like he’s breaking new ground. Except the only thing he actually breaks is the size limit on asses and tits. The first time his formula “fails” and you see what it actually does, I laughed out loud and also had to tab out for a second because, yeah, it hits.

The vibe is weirdly cozy and horny at the same time. You’re basically clicking through this visual story where every bad decision he makes leads to someone getting way, way bigger than they were five minutes ago. And not like small upgrade. I’m talking “how is her spine still functioning” kind of growth, bouncing off the screen, clothes surrendering instantly. There’s a really nice rhythm to it: bit of dialogue, some nerdy babbling about cells and enhancement, then boom, another girl drinks the “healthy supplement” and suddenly her ass is doing its own gravity experiment. The CG scenes are the real star here. They don’t pretend to be subtle, it’s just full-on worship of size, curves, and that moment where the character realizes “oh shit, I’m actually getting huge.” One scene where the girl leans on a table and her new tits almost knock over half the equipment had me cackling like an idiot.

What I liked is that the game leans into the fetish instead of apologizing for it. Like, if you’re here, you already know what you want: expansion, growth, bigger, bigger, bigger. And it delivers that in a way that feels playful, not clinical. The nerd boi is such a dork, he talks about his formula like it’s going to win a Nobel Prize, while the player is obviously just waiting to see who gets inflated next. At the same time, some of the dialogue is kinda clunky and tries to be too clever, which slows down the fun when you just want to watch another “oops, wrong dosage” moment. There’s one random line about safety regulations that pissed me off for no reason, like bro, you’re literally turning people into walking sex balloons, nobody cares about your lab coat. Still, when the serum finally kicks in and her hips start outgrowing the chair, music barely matters, writing barely matters, it’s just pure “holy shit, look at that” energy. Honestly the only DLC this needs is more ridiculous aftermath scenes, like trying to fit through doors or sit on a chair that obviously never had a chance. But yeah, he keeps pouring that thicc juice and we keep watching, pretending it’s about “science” while our mouse hand is busy with totally different research.

You come back from a boring business trip with a head full of spreadsheets and hotel porn, expecting your cute newlywed wife to jump on you at the door. Instead she’s napping in the middle of the afternoon, hair messy, phone too close to her hand, and you get this weird little punch in the gut that something’s off. Not “she forgot to feed the cat” off. More like “someone else might have been in this bed” off. She smiles, kisses you, acts sweet, but that tiny delay before she answers simple questions just keeps scratching at your brain. The game takes that small uncomfortable feeling and just keeps poking it, harder and harder, while you try to convince yourself you’re just tired and paranoid. Spoiler: you’re probably not.

The whole thing hangs on that one stupid selfie she sent you while you were away. You know the one. Lingerie that you didn’t even know she owned, tits squeezed up like she’s trying to win a contest, eyes a little too needy. At first you were just horny and you jerked off to it alone in your hotel room. Later, back home, you stare at it again and finally see it: three fingertips on the edge of the frame, some stranger’s hand trying to stay out of view. That tiny detail turns your brain into a crime scene. From there the story slips between your perspective and hers. On your side, you’re walking around the house like a detective in denial, clicking through small things that suddenly feel like clues: the subtle smell on the sheets that is not your cologne, her panties in the laundry that are more lace and less “comfortable wife mode”, her slightly glazed look when you touch her, like she’s comparing you to someone else in her head. On her side, it’s this slow, messy slide from “happy new bride” into “I shouldn’t do this” and then right into “I want him to do it again” while her body language gets looser and her ahegao face shows up more often than you want to admit turns you on a bit too.

Sex scenes aren’t just random porn stops, they sneak up on you. One moment you’re arguing in the kitchen about something stupid, next moment the game cuts to how she spent that same time earlier with another guy, bra on the floor, those big breasts bouncing while she rides him and moans into a pillow so the neighbors won’t hear. Creampies that hit way too raw because you know that same pussy is what you’re supposed to be “making love” to later like some clueless husband. Sometimes you get to fuck her too, and that’s the worst part, because the CG shows her eyes rolling back a bit more when she’s remembering his cock instead of yours. Lingerie that she wears “for you” is actually what he already tore off once. There’s this mystery thread running under everything, not just “who is he” but “how far did she go, and when did it really start” and the more you see her side, the less clean the answer feels. It’s not obedient wife corrupted in one night. It’s little choices, late messages, risky selfies, one kiss that should have stopped but didn’t, and then your whole married life is sitting on the edge of a knife and everyone is pretending not to see the blood. And yeah, the story is kinda linear, but honestly, when you’re watching your own wife slowly turn into someone else’s favorite toy, you don’t feel like you have many choices anyway.