This one starts with a tiny runaway mouse boy stumbling into this absurdly huge mansion full of smug cat girls, and the size difference hits you in the face right away. He’s basically pocket-sized compared to their big curves and long legs, and the game never lets you forget it. You’re not “the hero”, you’re the help. Literally. A servant. Cleaning their mess, carrying things too big for your hands, getting shoved around by fluffy tails and thighs that could snap you in half if they got bored. And they do get bored. A lot. The tone dances between cute and cruel in this weird way: one moment a cat girl is rubbing your head like you’re a pet, the next she’s sitting on you just to see how long you can breathe under her ass. It sounds stupid when I write it, but in the actual scenes it lands somewhere between erotic and “wow, I really need therapy”.

The kinetic novel style makes it feel like you’re being dragged through this long teasing session that never quite goes where a typical porn game would go. You’re always under someone’s thumb or paw or ass. There’s lesbian stuff right in front of your eyes, and you’re just there, small and pathetic, holding towels and pretending it’s fine. The girls are all different levels of mean and sweet. One plays the “big sister” role, petting you, warming you against her chest, then casually smothering you with those huge tits while she flirts with someone else. Another is a full-on sadist with a sense of humor, laughing while she pins you with her bare feet and asks if you like being her toy, but the writing gives her these quiet moments where she almost sounds lonely. It’s romance, but twisted. Not hearts and flowers. More like “I might love you, but I’ll still use you as a cushion while I read.”

The giantess angle sneaks up on you when the scale suddenly shifts in some scenes and you really feel how tiny the protagonist is. There is this one bathtub scene where you’re basically like a living bath accessory for a lazy cat girl spread out in warm water, her big ass half submerged, tail flicking, and she makes you scrub her while she casually talks about your future like you’re a piece of furniture she’s planning to keep. It’s hot and humiliating in the same breath. The humor keeps it from feeling too heavy, with little gags about you getting stuck between pillows that are not pillows, or almost drowning under some cat girl’s tits while she “forgets” about you. I kept wanting more agency, but at the same time, the lack of choices fits the whole fantasy: you’re small, they’re not, and the mansion belongs to them. You just exist in their world, a toy that occasionally talks back. And yeah, they tease the idea that even a tiny mouse boy can change things in this house, but most of the time you’re just trying not to get crushed under a horny cat girl who thinks “romance” means sitting on your face because it makes her laugh.

“The Mansion Mouse” looks kind of silly at first glance, and then suddenly you’re knee deep in dragon guts watching a tiny mouse soul get swallowed three different ways. It’s written like one of those weird fetish side-chapters from a manga spin-off that the main author probably didn’t supervise. You’re this little mouse, literally, waking up in a cage in some rich estate, and the “mistress” who owns the place feels like a giantess doujin artist accidentally got to write her whole route. She’s tall, she’s cruel in that lazy way, her fingers are way too big for you, and nothing about the scale is fair. One moment she taps the bars and calls you cute, next moment you’re dangling between claws of an anthro dragon girl who could probably chew through a car. The whole thing feels like somebody saw one panel of a vore manga, misremembered it, and then based a full visual novel on that misremembered panel. In a good way. Or at least an honest way. There are choices all over the place, but they mostly come down to “do you let yourself be meat in this specific style, or do you try to squirm into a worse fate.” You flick between them quickly, too quickly sometimes, like you’re speedrunning your own death gallery.

The giantess angle is strong here. Not just size talk, but camera stuck right up against skin, fur, teeth, folds, places you probably shouldn’t be seeing at that distance. There’s this scene with the dragon mistress where she presses you along her tongue and it cuts to an x-ray shot that looks like a biology lesson drawn by a horny teenager. You see the little mouse body sliding down, squeezed by muscle, and if you pick the wrong line of dialogue she doesn’t even slow down, just swallows and goes back to her book. Another path lets her “keep” you inside in a way that’s more unbirth than vore, like you’ve been downgraded from pet to living toy lodged somewhere way too warm and rhythmic. Those routes feel weirdly intimate and also kind of brutal, like the game can’t decide if it wants to be loving or mean, so it tries both in the same scene. There is blood in some endings, splashes of it, bones too, and then sometimes she licks you clean like you’re precious. It’s all over the place in tone. That’s part of why it works. The furry thing is not shy either. Everyone important is some anthro creature towering above you, paws or claws filling the whole screen, and you stay small the entire time. No magic fix, no growth potion to “even things out”, you just keep being food-sized while the story forks into several endings that all feel like different flavors of the same cruel joke. And yet I kept clicking, because somehow this miserable little mouse, trapped in a manor full of predatory women and dragons, feels more alive than half the polished stuff on Steam.