Zach is the kind of guy who knows the exact upload schedule of his favorite online dominatrix, but pretends he “just saw it in recommendations.” You know the type. One hand in his pants, the other on Reddit, arguing about whether hypnosis can actually turn a bratty dom into a drooling toy. Then one day he ends up with a real mind control helmet in his lap and Mistress Red tied to a chair in his crappy apartment, staring at him with that “I’d ruin your life for fun” look… and suddenly there’s no pause button. That’s pretty much the whole vibe here: you are sitting inside the head of a horny coward who just got god-level power and no emotional maturity to handle it. Sometimes he tries to be nice. Sometimes he absolutely does not. The game just quietly asks, “Alright quiz fans, A, B, C or D: do you fry her brain, make her your anal-obsessed house pet, or actually talk to her like a person?” and then watches what you click.

The kink stuff hits fast and messy in the best way. Once you get the helmet going, there are scenes where you stack triggers on her like you are building a cursed trivia scorecard. Say a word, watch her drop to her knees. Snap your fingers, she presents her ass, cheeks spread, no questions asked. There is this one moment where you tell her she can speak freely, then flip a suggestion so every time she tries to insult you, her mouth instead begs you to put a butt plug in and pull her hair. It feels gross and hot at the same time, like deleting your browser history right after you close Pornhub. Bondage is everywhere, but it is not just “shibari background decoration.” You actually watch Zach experiment. First he fumbles with ropes like a virgin trying to tie his first shoelace, then later he’s strapping her to a table, collar on, wrists locked, vibrator pressed against her clit, and she is moaning that she belongs to him while her eyes are dead and glossy from the hypnosis loop he ran twenty times in a row. And then you still get options to act like you are some moral hero. Which you are not. Not after what you did with that remote-controlled plug and her ass clenched so hard she almost snapped it in two during that “test run.”

I kind of love how the game lets domination swing both ways even when it feels unfair. Mistress Red is a pro dom, she knows her shit, and if you back off with the mind control or screw up a suggestion, she starts getting into your head instead. There is a route where you give her back some control, thinking, “Ok, redemption arc, I am a good person now,” and three scenes later she is the one using the helmet on you, making you kneel, edging you with a toy on your dick while she laughs and tells you exactly how pathetic your porn addiction is. That switch into female domination feels less like a clean route change and more like a trap you walked into because you wanted to feel less guilty. The game kind of quiet about it, but it really leans on that “who’s actually in charge here?” question. Also, the 3D style is a bit stiff in some angles, like weird elbow joints and one chair that looks like it was stolen from The Sims 2, and it annoyed me way more than it should. I kept staring at that chair during a really nasty anal scene where you’ve got her bent over it, drool on her chin, collar tight, her brain buzzing from post-hypnotic suggestions, and all I could think was “why is that texture so flat.” Anyway, between the mind control helmet, the moral illusions, the toys, and Zach trying to pretend he is not a villain while literally rewriting a woman’s brain, the whole thing feels like a dirty quiz where every answer is wrong but you still click next.

Game feels like reading the dirtiest confession blog on Tumblr that somehow grew a brain and started talking back to you. You’re inside this guy’s skull, this super horny mix of jealousy and curiosity, and the whole thing plays like a slow train crash in a porn theater. One moment he’s trying to be a normal boyfriend, the next he’s picturing his girl on her knees for a guy who looks like he walked out of a Calvin Klein ad, and the game just kinda looks at you like “you gonna click yes or no, coward?” It’s a visual novel setup, sure, but it acts more like a sandbox for your worst ideas. You jump between scenes in this loose, kinda messy way, poking around chats on her phone, peeking at his fantasies, then suddenly you’re watching her let some huge black dude spread her on the sofa while the MC sits there hard as rock, trying to pretend he’s not into it. He totally is. You are too, don’t lie.

What I like is how the sex doesn’t wait for you to be “ready”. You click through this playful flirt scene, think it’s just teasing, and then bam, cum dripping down her tits while your guy is jerking off in the corner. There’s this one moment where he’s “helping” her with another dude, like he literally holds her wrists behind her back so the other guy can push deeper in her ass, and you feel that switch in his head from panic to obsession. They do those in-between frames really nice, the little tongue slips, the way her eyes roll when she’s getting titfucked and trying to talk at the same time, and yeah, if you collect animated gifs you’re gonna be sitting there hammering F12 like a freak. Even the bi content feels sneaky: you pick some option just to be “supportive” and suddenly the big guy has your MC on his knees, hand in his hair, and the game plays it like the most natural thing ever. No grand speech, just “open your mouth, boy”, and it cuts to cum on his lips like he was waiting his whole damn life. There’s bondage scenes too where she’s tied up and technically he’s in control, but you can see on his face he knows he’s just the cameraman for someone else’s show, and for this kind of sick little fetish corner, that’s exactly the point.

This one feels like someone took a comfy slice‑of‑life drama, locked it in a room, fed it way too much dessert, tied it up with a bunch of horny ideas about control, and then just let it slowly swell until nobody fits their old clothes anymore. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes here, you’re basically sliding into people’s lives and messing with the one thing they’re trying to keep steady: food, routine, and how much space their bodies are taking up. Girls start out “normal” chubby, then your choices quietly push them toward soft bellies, thicker thighs, boobs pressing against uniforms that really need new sizes. It’s not a sudden cartoon inflation, more like, one more snack, one more late-night delivery, one more “you look fine, trust me”, and you blink and go, ok, she actually grew a lot. The game leans hard into that mix of comfort and shame: they talk about being tired, about stress, about wanting to feel wanted, and you’re there like the little devil on their shoulder, handing them another plate and acting like it’s totally no big deal.

What makes it hit different is how slow and personal it feels. Conversations drag you in, they’re not just “click to fuck”. You’re asking about their day, about work, about why they always order the same greasy thing from that food app even when they swear they’re going to “eat better”. Then, little by little, they start trusting you. Letting you decide what they eat, how much, when they skip the gym. Sometimes it’s honestly sweet: you comfort a stressed girl with a big meal and she melts a bit, leans on you, tummy peeking when she slumps on the couch. Other times it’s darker, like when you nudge someone past the point she’s comfortable with and she still says yes because you’re the one paying attention to her. The control side sneaks in there: you choosing her portions, you telling her she looks beautiful tied to a chair, arms behind her, cheeks full of cake, belly pushing out, and she’s half embarrassed, half turned on. There is a harem structure going on, but it never feels like some clean checklist. It’s messy, like juggling chats, trying not to mix up who likes being praised for getting thicker and who is still pretending this is “temporary stress weight” while you’re literally the one making sure it isn’t. At some point you realize you’re basically running a quiet little cult of comfort eating and pretty captives, and the wild part is how normal it all felt on the way there.

Abducted feels like someone grabbed a trashy torture porn comic, a cheap soap opera and a drunk BDSM club story from Reddit, then smashed them together and forgot to clean up the mess. You’re not “in” the story, you’re more like the asshole in the back row shouting what the girls should do, and the game actually listens. Six rich or important women wake up in this giant cage, collars, chains, confused faces, all that. No guys anywhere, which is kinda nice for once, just women doing fucked up shit to other women. The captives are panicking, half naked, trying to cover themselves, and the game suddenly throws you a choice like “How does she react? Fight back, cry, or pretend to be tough?” and you’re basically picking their personality on the fly while some dominatrix-looking psycho is already eyeing which one to string up first.

What sells it is how petty the captors are. They’re not calm masterminds, they’re bitchy, jealous, horny and a bit stupid, which makes the humiliation scenes feel more chaotic and dirty. One of them gets mad because a prisoner is “too pretty” and you can choose if she shaves her hair, whips her tits until they’re red, or forces her to lick the boots of the others while everyone laughs. Then in the next scene the same domme is masturbating in a corner because she’s turned on by her own cruelty and you’re like “ok you need therapy, girl” while still clicking the most fucked up option. You’ll have moments where two of the kidnapped girls are forced to make out, with the collar chain pulled tight, and you decide if it turns into sweet, hesitant kissing or if the captor pushes them all the way to rough pussy licking and ass play just to make them cry from shame. The switch from teasing to graphic violence is sometimes so fast it almost feels like a bug, but no, that’s just the tone.

There’s no protagonist “avatar” to hide behind, which is weirdly hot and also kind of uncomfortable, because every time you pick “yeah, let her get anal with that toy in front of the others, no lube” you know you did that, not some faceless hero. The game keeps jumping between the cage girls, the evil crew and the outside investigators, and sometimes the pacing is all over the place, like you’ll spend ages on one scene where a girl is forced to crawl naked over a floor wired to a teasing device that zaps her clit every few steps, with you deciding if she holds back her moans or just gives in and squirts while everybody mocks her, then suddenly cut to a brief interrogation where someone gets electro-tortured and it ends before it really escalates. There are routes where you can corrupt a shy captive into a broken little sub who begs for group sex from her tormentors, another where she stays proud and gets extra punishment, public oral, spit in her face, all that, and then there are endings where someone manages to twist the power dynamic and cheat her way into joining the abductors, trading her “friends” for a collar upgrade and a place in the gang. A lot of scenes are just still renders, so sometimes you stare at one girl in a gag for way too long and start noticing dumb details like one nipple ring clipping wrong, and it annoys you more than the actual torture does. But then the next choice pops up, asking if she chokes on pussy or ass first while the others watch, and you kind of forget you were mad.

This thing feels like someone smashed a bloody vampire revenge story together with a porn addict’s search history and then just said “yeah ok, that’s the game now”. You start as either a pissed-off guy or a pissed-off girl, both with that “my life’s a mess and something supernatural is going on” vibe. The city feels half modern, half weird gothic fantasy, like you’re walking home from work and suddenly there’s a mind controlling monster girl in the alley who wants way more than directions. One moment you’re trying to figure out who ruined your old life, next moment you’re on your knees, some smug bastard using you like you’re part of the furniture, and the game just treats that as a normal Tuesday. A lot of scenes feel less like “romance” and more like “ok, you lost control of your own body, enjoy being turned into a toy”. The mind control parts are uncomfortable in a hot way if you’re into that: you click one choice and suddenly your character is begging to suck cock they clearly don’t want to, talking all dirty while their inner monologue is basically screaming.

The fun part is how the game lets you shift between feeling like a predator and feeling like someone’s fucked-up pet. As male MC you can go from getting blackmailed by some bastard with evidence of your past, forced to watch as your body gets used by a group, to later on having a terrified girl tied up, big tits shaking, and you decide if you’re “merciful” or you just pull her hair and go for a brutal anal creampie. When you play as the girl, it hits different. Humiliation is everywhere. There’s a scene where your character wakes up chained, ass in the air, blindfolded, and you only understand how many guys are in the room by the number of hands groping you and random cocks pressing against your lips. You don’t even see faces at first, just animated bodies and dripping fluids, the game focusing on every little movement, and you’re stuck picking dialogue that sounds like porn comments: “Please, not there” vs “Keep going” while you know neither one really saves you. I still keep thinking about this one lesbian scene where you’re forced to pleasure a milf vampire, licking her while she casually talks to someone else in the room like you’re not even human, more like a sex pet that cleans her with her tongue.

Then you have the “story” part, with this whole revenge plot, monsters ripping people apart, and some really graphic violence that drops in between blowjob chains and gang bangs. You can go from a sweet teasing scene where someone just traces a finger along your big ass, almost romantic, to the next chapter where that same person is ordering others to hold you down so they can fuck your throat until you pass out. Group sex is everywhere, and not in a soft friendly way; more like bodies piling on, your character shoved from one cock to another, holes shared, someone finishing deep in your pussy while another fills your mouth and a third just fingers your ass because why not. Sometimes you’ll be the one doing the groping, sometimes you’re being held by monster girls with claws gently on your neck while they grind on you. The game loves long oral scenes, like, “you’re stuck for five straight clicks just sucking and choking” long. It can be pretty hot, and then suddenly it kicks you in the gut with a dark choice like “do you torture this captive more to get info, maybe reward yourself with her body after” or “risk sparing her and get betrayed later”. The revenge stuff actually makes the sex feel meaner, like everyone is using bodies as weapons and rewards. And yeah, the UI font is kinda ugly and I still hate the sound that plays when you skip text, but I kept playing anyway, telling myself I was here for the mystery while clicking straight into another bondage scene.

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You start as this nobody ninja that your own village tossed out like trash, and honestly that mood fits the whole game in a good way. You’re bitter, pissed, kind of horny all the time, then this Kaguya-style goddess basically slides into your DMs from another dimension and says, “Free me and I’ll make you stupidly overpowered.” The new eye power she gives you turns into this broken mind control tool where every girl you ever stared at in Naruto is suddenly fair game. It’s not subtle. You’re not some shy hero. You’re the guy who walks back into the Hidden Leaf thinking, “Yeah, I’m gonna own every chakra-filled pussy in this place.” Plot is basically: get chakra, break seals, abuse that doujutsu, and enjoy the ride while every kunoichi ends up as your plaything or toy or chakra battery, depending how mean you feel that day.

What surprised me is how it leans completely into male domination without pretending it’s something else. You’re not asking nicely for consent half the time, you’re bending minds and pushing girls into situations they definitely wouldn’t agree to. Hinata turning from nervous, blushing mess into this brainfogged slut who’ll spread her legs on command is messed up but hot as hell if you like that vibe. Same with Ino, who starts cocky and ends up kneeling, drooling and begging for your dick while your new eye just pulses. Tenten? Poor girl just wanted to throw weapons and suddenly she’s trussed up in bondage, arms and legs tied, gagged while you use her like a toy rack. Then there’s Karin who basically turns into a walking chakra snack with a collar, offering her neck, her ass, whatever you want, because you rewrote her brain. Game doesn’t pretend it’s romantic. It’s straight power fantasy, harem corruption, and the Ren’Py structure makes it feel like an interactive porn comic with choices that actually matter for who you break first.

The 3D-style girls look thick and exaggerated in all the right ways, breasts and asses blown up just enough to feel dirty without going full clown mode. Tsunade is exactly what you expect: massive tits, big ass, attitude for days, then you flick that doujutsu and suddenly she’s bent over the Hokage desk while her huge boobs slap against the wood. Sakura tries to act tough and rational, and then at one point you corner her after a mission, lock eyes, and watch that resistance melt until she’s riding you, moaning your name instead of Naruto’s. Some scenes go harder than I expected, like one where you dominate both Hanabi and Hinata, make them face each other while you switch between them, sister-on-sister humiliation that feels really wrong and somehow still you don’t skip it. And yeah, bondage pops up more than once, rope marks on pale skin, wrists tied to bedposts, a kunoichi trying to resist with chakra but her own body betrays her. The pacing’s a bit janky, the writing sometimes reads like someone translated it half-asleep, and I swear one early Sarada scene just ends too fast right when it gets good, but that rough vibe kind of fits the whole “exiled ninja turns into brainwashing sex tyrant” story. You’re not here for poetry. You’re here to break seals, drain chakra, build a harem of broken, horny ninja girls, and watch each one fall from badass fighter to cum-dazed slave, one corrupted climax at a time.

Justin Bieber finds himself tangled in a wild night with three women who bear an uncanny resemblance to celebrities like Selena Gomez, Paola Paulin, Caitlin Beadles, and Barbara Palvin. The tension rises fast as these ladies take control, dragging him into their dark basement where latex, bondage, and BDSM fantasies come alive. Each woman has her own style, teasing and tempting him relentlessly until he can’t resist their power over him. Justin’s usual image melts away as he becomes a willing participant in all sorts of taboo acts, from tight bindings to playful spanking and whispered orders in his ear. Players get to guide the dynamic, choosing which woman takes charge and what fantasies become reality in this steamy escapade. This titillating mix of celebrity fantasy and gritty BDSM will test your limits and fantasies alike as you explore a world where Justin isn’t just a pop icon but a toy for three irresistible women. Ready to see Justin crumble beneath the hands of these beautiful, dominant women? The choice is yours in this seductive BDSM playground where nothing is off-limits.

Tifa walks into this one already pissed off at the world, and honestly, it fits. She’s strapped up in this weird industrial “milk plant” setup again, but this time there’s no fancy machine, no sci‑fi vacuum cups, nothing high tech. Just rope. Thin, mean looking rope that you wind around those huge tits like you’re tying up luggage on top of a car. The whole thing feels nasty and personal, like someone looked at the old milking rig and said, “nah, too kind,” then went for the cruelest low budget option. You see her squirm against the bindings, arms stuck, chest pushed out more than it already is, that annoyed glare that says she’d punch you through a wall if she could move even one hand. Her breasts are already swollen and shiny, veins a bit visible, like the milk is begging to get out long before you start doing anything. The vibe is somewhere between dungeon and dairy farm, and she really, really fucking hates the “cow” angle, which of course makes the whole scenario lean harder into it.

The rope pressing into the soft flesh is the whole show here. You’re not just clicking a button and watching a canned animation play; it actually feels like you’re working those “milk balloons” on purpose. You tighten the line, shift it higher, lower, cross it over the nipples, squeeze the base to force everything forward, and suddenly she’s spurting like someone opened a valve. The white streaks run down her underboob and drip from the tips, pooling under her like she’s been stuck there for hours. She gasps or growls depending on where you press, little mix of pain and unwanted pleasure, that classic “don’t fucking enjoy this, body” moment. There’s this one bit where you twist the rope just right so it digs into the areola while you push the whole breast up from below, and she arches her back so far you half expect the rope to snap. It never does. You can push and squeeze and grind your fingers in like you’re kneading dough made of tits, and the game just keeps rewarding you with thicker streams of milk and more desperate facial expressions. It’s not subtle. It’s not romantic. It’s someone treating Tifa like a piece of meat on a hook and getting off on how helpless she looks in latex and string.

Compared to a lot of softer “big boob” stuff floating around on Nutaku or random itch.io kink projects, this one feels more like those trashy old hentai clips you got off LimeWire where poor Tifa is always the target. There’s no pretense about cuddling or dating, it’s just restraint, pressure, and liquid. You’re basically a perverted plant worker who cares about output, not her comfort. She’s gagged sometimes, sometimes not, but either way her mouth is useless since all the focus is down on those massive, abused tits. The rope is almost like a character itself; you learn how it bites into skin, how far you can tighten before the boobs deform in that exaggerated hentai way, how a little extra pull suddenly makes the nipples fire a high‑pressure jet instead of a slow leak. It’s actually kind of funny how much milk comes out, like her chest forgot it was attached to a human and decided to be two insane milk tanks instead. The whole “Final Fantasy main girl as cow” fetish is front and center, and the game doesn’t pretend it’s anything else. If you’re into rope, into seeing a strong woman turned into a tied up milk source, into that fucked up mix of humiliation and forced milking, this hits that exact nerve, no fluff, no story excuses, just rope digging into soft flesh and Tifa glaring while her tits betray her over and over.

This thing is basically one long fucked up love letter to Tifa’s tits, and honestly it kinda owns that. You drop in and there’s no bullshit story about saving the world, no fake “deep lore,” just Tifa spread out on a table like some lab pet, wrists locked up, legs held open, and the focus is 90% on her chest. She still looks like herself enough that your brain goes “yeah, that’s Tifa,” but with that extra exaggerated anime boob logic where gravity is just a rumor. The room feels like some cheap underground “research” place, metal table, weird tubes around, but it’s not trying to be scary. It’s more like the game is saying, “you’re here to mess with her, stop pretending you care about the walls.”

The whole thing is about touching, squeezing, pulling, making her leak, and seeing how far you wanna push it. It’s not some clean romance. It’s straight up breast torture, and the game never pretends otherwise. You grab her tits, drag your mouse or finger, and they react in this soft, bouncy way that looks wrong but also really fucking hot. When the milk starts to bead up and drip, it hits that nasty part of the brain that likes watching “one more drop” and then another and then you realise you’ve been milking her like a damn cow for way too long. The expressions change, too, from annoyed to pained to that broken pleasure look, and sometimes they flicker a bit weird, like the timing is off, but I kinda liked that jank feeling. Makes it less clean, more like some cursed Flash thing you found on Newgrounds that was “for adults only” and you clicked anyway.

What got me is how mean you can be without the game ever judging you. There’s no “good route.” You’re not freeing her, you’re not the hero, you’re the asshole running a milk plant with one very famous brunette as equipment. You squeeze too hard, she reacts. You slow down and just gently massage the nipple, she shivers and looks away like she hates that she’s into it. The sound design is half decent, wet little squelch noises and soft gasps, though there are moments where the milk sounds like someone stirring mac and cheese in a different room. Controls feel a bit sticky sometimes, like the grabbing area on her breast isn’t always where you think it is, and it pissed me off for a second, then I forgot because the next squirt hit right and my brain went caveman mode.

There is no grand payoff, no big scene at the end, no change of location. You torture her on that damn table, you milk her, you stare at those massive Japanese anime tits while she’s tied up and helpless, and that’s it. It’s repetitive and also I didn’t stop when I said “ok last squeeze.” It feels like a loop, like you’re stuck in some fucked up Shinra side lab where Tifa never leaves and you’re the only one with access. Honestly? It’s trashy, a bit broken, and completely single-minded. I kept thinking “they could add more tools, more poses, something,” but if they ever did, I’m not sure I’d want it. There’s something nasty about how basic it is. Just you, her, the restraints, and the slow, cruel rhythm of making those huge tits give up every drop.