First thing that hit me with this game is how horny the whole “board game” frame actually feels once you’re inside it. You’re not just clicking scenes, you’re basically a pawn on this smug Game Master’s table, getting moved around a dungeon that clearly cares more about tits and teasing than treasure. Every square you land on is like a dare. One moment you’re planning your next “strategic” move, the next moment a monster girl with ridiculous curves is pressing you into the wall and asking if you like your face buried in big ass or big tits first. And the game lets you lean into being a bastard dom or just… melt. It really goes hard on that push and pull between dominance and submission, you can feel it in almost every encounter. Sometimes literally, like when you choose between slapping her cheeks red or letting her ride your face while she laughs at you.

The humor is pretty trashy in the best way, like a dungeon run written by that one horny DM who never got over their monster girl folder. There’s a lot of tongue-in-cheek jokes about crit fails and “rolling for stamina” while a clingy slime girl is jerking you off in three different ways at once. I actually paused to screenshot a scene where the GM basically mocks you for picking the “wholesome” route, then immediately gives you a “bonus” in the form of a monster girl who acts shy but has hands everywhere. Handjobs are everywhere here, but they’re not just copy-paste scenes. Sometimes it’s a casual “reward” on a safe tile, sometimes it’s you pinned down with her using your cock like a joystick while you pretend you’re still in control of the fight. Vaginal stuff hits harder when you’ve actually schemed your way into it, like when you’ve been edging through groping and spanking options and finally unlock a position that feels earned, not just thrown at you.

What I didn’t expect was how much the multiple protagonist thing would mess with my brain. One run I’m this cocky male hero trying to top every monster girl into submission, another run I’m a stacked female champion getting slowly turned into the GM’s favorite toy. Swapping viewpoints changes the whole flavor of the same board, but it’s messy in a good way. You get these strategy moments where you agonize over a tile that might level your character up or might just end with you on your knees, drool on your chin, while some smug demon girl rides you and keeps “accidentally” grinding your weak spot. Sometimes the female dom stuff sneaks up on you. You think you’re the one in charge because you picked all the aggressive options, then the scene flips and suddenly you’re the one begging while she laughs, spanking you like you’re the pet. The simulator vibe shows up in how you shape your role: do you become a cruel bastard, a submissive toy, or that chaotic mix who spanks her monster girls and then gets pegged metaphorically by the GM narrative two turns later. I kinda wish the board color was different but whatever, I’m still thinking about that one scene where a monster girl sits on your lap mid “battle,” guides your hand to her ass, and the GM just writes in a rule that you lose your turn unless you make her cum. I’m not even mad. Just annoyed that the sound for one specific tile is weirdly louder than everything else and now I can’t un-hear it.

Kidnapped in the middle of training, dumped into a world that feels like a horny JRPG fever dream, and surrounded by women who could crush your skull between their thighs if they felt slightly bored. That’s basically the vibe here. You start as this pretty regular male trainee, trying to keep up with your sensei, then suddenly two insanely hot strangers show up, knock your whole life sideways, and drag both of you into some twisted fantasy realm where every “empress” you meet wants either your obedience, your cock, or both at the same time. Story pretends it’s about rescuing your sensei, but honestly half the time I forgot she even exists because the game keeps throwing another stacked villainess in front of your face and going “yeah, you’re gonna kneel for this one too.” And you probably will. The world is split into zones that feel like fetish stages: one moment you’re in some gloomy palace where the ruler sits on a throne like a bored goddess, one heel on your chest, next scene you’re sneaking through ruins with your balls still aching from the “training” she gave you as a reward for losing.

What really hits hard is how the women don’t just dominate you with dialog, they use the whole environment. Dungeon fight lost? You get pinned to the cold stone floor while she rides you slow, talking trash, making you beg as if the combat never even mattered. Win a “boss” fight? Nice try, she still ends up straddling your face, using your tongue like it’s just another weapon she looted. The 3D scenes lean heavily into big tits and body worship: soft skin, heavy breasts in your face, thighs around your head while she milks you like you’re just a toy she found in a chest. Some scenes are almost sweet for a second, when one of the empresses pretends to care, strokes your cheek, kisses you slow, then immediately flips you over and fucks you from above until you’re shaking and she’s laughing about how weak you are. Dialog swings from “I’ll crush your rebellion” to “I’ll drain you dry” without even a pause, and somehow both feel totally normal in this world. Combat and choices exist, sure, but half the time you click something and just wonder what fresh humiliation or surprise handjob is coming next. Honestly I loved it, and also kinda hated myself for loving it, which is exactly the mood this game seems to enjoy rubbing in your face.

You wake up wrong. That is the first thing that hit me. Not heroic, not cool cyberpunk badass, just this sick, half-loaded feeling like your soul got dragged through a glitchy Pornhub ad. You’re in your backup sleeve, lying in some cheap future med-bay, the kind that smells like burnt plastic and sex lube, and your own body doesn’t quite fit. Your fingers are a bit too long, your chest feels heavy in a way it shouldn’t, heart rate monitor chirping like a horny bird, and your vision keeps tearing like a bad stream on xVideos. Crew’s a mess, ship’s a mess, and your upload is corrupted enough that if you calm down, you die. Which is a fucked up way of saying: you literally need to be kept turned on just to keep your brain from shutting off.

The “keep his heart rate up” thing sounds like a cheesy porn excuse, and yeah, it is, but here it actually wraps around into the story surprisingly tight. You’re surrounded by these thick-thighed, short-haired, neon-dyed space girls that look like someone smashed together a strip club and a hacker bar, then sprinkled futa on top for good measure. They are not gentle nurses. You’re not in some healing crystal spa. You are meat they are determined to keep pumping, with hands that wander the second the monitor dips below a number they like. One moment the medic is calmly explaining your neural corruption, next moment her gloved hand slides under your hospital sheet and she squeezes like she’s testing a weapon part. The captain leans over you, short hair brushing your face, tits spilling out of a half-open suit, and she’s pissed you almost died but she’s also grinding on your thigh with this lazy, practiced dominance that says she has done this before with other poor fucks on other poor ships.

I liked how the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about the body stuff. Your sleeve is customizable, but not in that boring “pick eye color, done” way. It’s big asses that bounce when you get grabbed, heavy tits that strain cheap fabric, cocks and clits and both, because why not if you’re paying for a synthetic body anyway. Cyberpunk setting, sure, there are glowing cityscapes outside the porthole and some talk about data smuggling and black clinic surgeons, but honestly the real sci-fi here is “how far can we push this body before the heart flatlines.” There is this one scene that stuck with me: you’re strapped into this sloopy auto-doc chair, and a futa crew engineer, all colorful undercut and grease on her cheeks, is pretending to “check your reflexes” while she slowly strokes you with one hand and plays with the med panel with the other, watching the HR line spike when she squeezes your balls just a bit too hard. And the worst part? She keeps half-talking about thruster repairs, like she’s multitasking you like any other ship component.

Not everything lands. Some of the dialogue comes out a bit stiff in the wrong way, like someone tried to write badass one-liners while also jerking off and lost the balance. There is a moment where a character calls a neural buffer a “quantum RAM thingy” and I still don’t know if that’s on purpose or just lazy, but I kind of love it because it feels like late-night shitposting turned into a game script. The pacing jumps all over: one second you’re gasping, being ridden hard by a thick-hipped futanari officer who pins your wrists to keep your pulse up, the next second someone brings up fuel dates and cargo lists like we didn’t just watch you cum all over the med bed. Also, tiny complaint that bugged me way more than it should: the damn heart rate sound is slightly too high-pitched, like my Fitbit having an orgasm, and it made me reach for my phone twice, thinking I got a notification. Still, when the girls crowd around you, colored hair brushing your skin, their hands greedy, their voices low and bossy, using your overheating body as both patient and toy, that shrill little beep just disappears into the background like any other cheap future noise. Sex as life support. Literally. It’s messed up, and it works.

You know that feeling when a dumb cartoon joke suddenly turns filthy in your head and you think, “yeah, they’re never gonna show that on TV”? This game is basically that feeling turned into a browser porn thing, focused right on Quahog’s most fucked up family. You play as the guy dealing with the mess of timelines and horny relatives, bouncing around the Griffin house, accidentally spying, “accidentally” staying to watch, and then not being accidental at all. One moment you’re just creeping past Lois doing her housewife routine, the next she’s bent over the couch, tits spilling out while you’re trying to keep eye contact and failing hard. It looks like a goofy parody on the surface, but the vibe changes quick once you start pushing people a little, testing how far you can twist this “normal” family into something much less healthy and way more fun. The game really leans into that feeling of you being the sick bastard behind the scenes, watching through doors, catching Meg in her room when she thinks nobody cares about her, and then proving very clearly that someone does.

What I liked most is how it keeps switching tone without warning. One scene you’re getting a playful blowjob from Lois while she’s still half in nagging-mom mode, complaining about something pointless while stroking your cock with her soft hand, then swallowing you down like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Next scene she flips into this strict, almost femdom vibe, pinning you with that fake sweet smile while she grinds that big ass on your lap and pretends she’s doing you a favor. There’s POV angles where you’re flat on your back, Lois riding your dick slow and deep, red hair falling down as she smirks, and you just see her tits bounce in your face. Then there’s the more mean stuff, like when she uses her feet on you, teasing you to the edge with a lazy footjob, laughing about how pathetic you look, and you still beg for more. The corruption angle creeps in especially hard with Meg: at first she’s awkward, insecure, kind of “why are you looking at me like that?”, and before you know it she’s on her knees, glasses crooked, drool on her chin, trying to copy the way Lois sucks you but putting way too much effort into it, like she wants to prove she can take you deeper than her mom. The humor is hit and miss, some jokes feel like they’re copy pasted from some reddit comment from ten years ago and the pacing between scenes sometimes stalls, but then you get a moment where you’re hidden in a hallway watching Lois get herself off on the bed, rubbing her pussy with slow circles, whispering your name instead of Peter’s, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed two minutes ago. It’s messy, rude, often wrong in that specific incest parody way, full of big tits and big asses and bigger mistakes, and it never really stops pushing that line between “this is so stupid” and “fuck, I’m actually turned on”.