Office job, boring life, same cheap instant coffee every morning, and then suddenly your dick is gone and your ass looks like something from those Twitter thirst posts. That is the vibe here. One day you are this invisible drone in a suit, the kind of guy no one remembers in the elevator, next day you wake up with tits that do not fit your old shirt and the whole city looking at you like fresh meat on sale. It is not some noble magical destiny thing either. It feels dirty and mean in a good way. People around you start pushing, touching, “helping” you adjust to your new body. Some are sweet, some are creepy as hell, half of them want to get inside your pants, the other half want to own you. And you can lean into it. Or pretend you are not into it while your clothes keep getting shorter.

The nice thing is that nothing is clean cut. You can be that shy mess who blushes when a girl kisses your neck in the bathroom stall or let yourself get dragged into a backroom and end the night with smeared lipstick and sore knees. There is this one early scene that sold me: you are in a crowded bar, still not used to walking in heels, trying to keep your new boobs from jumping out of the dress someone “helped” you choose. Some office colleague who barely talked to you before corners you at the bar, offers a drink, hand on your hip, fingers slowly sliding lower. You can shove him off, play along to get something out of him, or just let him use your mouth right there while people pretend not to look. And it is not just straight trashy stuff either. The girls in this game are dangerous. One of the women at work, proper milf with that strict boss energy, takes you “for coffee” and suddenly you are on your knees between her thighs in a locked conference room, her nails in your hair, telling you this is the only way to keep your new position. Felt like someone recorded a Pornhub Premium audition and turned it into a choice. I was lowkey impressed and also annoyed because the text box covers part of her face and it drives me crazy every single time.

It pretends to be a romantic thing sometimes, with all these dating bits and little stats going up, but under the sugar it is pure corruption. The game loves putting you in situations where you say “just this once” and five minutes later you are the office slut everyone gropes when the lift door closes. One path had me playing nice with this nerdy girl who seems harmless, then she shows up in full cosplay at a convention, ropes you into a couple costume, and suddenly she is sliding her hand under your skirt in a crowded hallway, whispering how no one will notice if you stay quiet. Another time I went the total bimbo route, jacking up every sexy option, getting pumped full of “vitamins,” brain getting softer, outfits getting tighter, ending up on my back with a small crowd taking turns while someone records it on their phone. It is filthy, it is messy, text sometimes stumbles like my own ESL brain, and the AI-style art can look a bit cursed on hands if you stare too long, but somehow that fits the whole “your life is spiraling out of control” feeling. I kept telling myself I would play the classy path, no weird power games, no blackmail, and ten clicks later I am signing a shady contract while a guy has his fingers inside me under the desk and my so-called “friend” is snapping pics in the corner like it is no big deal. Anyway, I’m absolutely not addicted, I can quit after just one more scene.

Winter nights make horny games hit different, you know? Everything feels a bit slower, darker outside, warm screen light, like you’re hiding in your own little sin cave while everyone else is posting family photos and pretending they’re not jerking off later. Jinxed Mark fits that vibe way too well. It starts with this dude Mark whose life just got kicked in the teeth: grandma gone, future kind of fucked, nothing stable. Instead of some heroic bullshit, he kind of stumbles into this new house, this new job, this new family... and the story quietly takes its pants off while pretending it’s totally about “personal growth”. Yeah, sure. Personal growth. Between tits and trouble.

The thing that hit me first is how openly the game treats the size of Mark’s cock. Not “haha big” but absurd, problem-level big. It becomes part of the entire mood. When he’s alone in his new room and the game gives you that first long, slow animated shot of him jerking off, you can almost feel that mix of shame and “holy fuck I could ruin somebody with this”. The jerk-off animation actually loops a bit too long, like the dev was as into it as you’re supposed to be. And then you go from that to walking into the kitchen and trying to talk to this busty older woman in a thin shirt, nipples almost poking through, and you can practically see Mark trying to hide the hard-on in his pants. The story plays with that a lot: he wants to be respectful, he wants to be useful, but the camera keeps lingering on asses, panties half showing when someone leans over, a bra strap slipping when she laughs. It’s not subtle. It shouldn’t be.

There’s this scene early on where you accidentally catch one of the women masturbating in the bathroom. The door isn’t locked properly, of course, and you get this full-on animated view of her fingers working between those big thighs, her tits bouncing slightly with every little movement. She’s trying to stay quiet, biting her lip, and you can tell she’s thinking of someone, but the game doesn’t say who. That’s where the voyeur part really clicks: you’re not just some camera in the sky, you’re the guy who has to look her in the eyes at breakfast after watching her cum all over her own hand. Later, when she pretends nothing happened and casually brushes against you while reaching for a mug, her tits pressing on your arm for just half a second too long, it hits different because you’ve seen what that body does when nobody is watching. It’s a small moment, but it nails that awkward, horny tension, like both of you are carrying a secret and no one wants to be the first to say “I saw you touching yourself like a slut.”

The cheating angle kind of slides in on quiet feet. There’s a husband, or a boyfriend, or at least some guy who is supposed to be “hers”, but he’s almost like background noise. You hear about him, maybe see him in a scene or two, but the game keeps pulling the camera back to Mark and the women orbiting him. You help with little things at first: fixing something in the house, carrying boxes, late-night talks in the living room with only the TV glow. Then a hand on your thigh that “stays there by accident”, a hug that turns into a slow body press, the first time somebody lets you grope her ass while pretending it’s just a playful bump. It escalates exactly like real bad decisions do: not with big speeches, just a series of tiny horny choices. That first handjob scene in the laundry area, for example, is filthy in a really grounded way. She checks if the door is closed, you stand way too close among the clothes, and her fingers wrap around your cock like she’s trying to see if all the rumors about size are true. The animation sells it: her wrist working faster, that wet sound starting, her eyes flicking up to yours like “we really shouldn’t” but she doesn’t stop. When she finally gets on her knees and lets you cum on her face or straight onto those heavy tits before cleaning it with her fingers, it feels dirty not just because of the semen, but because you both know she belongs to someone else.

Sex here isn’t just “click and fuck”, it actually plays with the situations. There’s a scene where you’re “helping” someone try on outfits and of course it turns into full-on groping, hands sliding under a half-open blouse, fingers digging into big soft boobs while she half-heartedly pretends to push you away. Later on you get the more explicit stuff: tits bouncing in your face while you fuck her from below, her riding you and trying not to scream too loud, that messy creampie when you finally lose it and pump everything inside her while she’s supposed to be faithful to another man. The game leans hard into vaginal sex that actually feels earned by the buildup: you go from spying through cracks and jerking off alone to knowing exactly how tight she is when you thrust in, and the camera really likes to stay there, watching your cock stretch her open again and again. One thing that drove me nuts in a good way: some scenes show your cum slowly leaking out after you pull out, like the game really wants you to think about that “oh shit what if she gets pregnant” moment, even if it never says it. Totally unnecessary detail. Completely hot.

What made it weirdly charming is how Mark is not some smooth anime god. He’s awkward. Sometimes he says something completely dumb in dialogue and you’re like, bro, you had one job. There’s also this mentor character popping in, teaching him stuff, and it sometimes interrupts the horny flow in the most annoying way, like “yes yes your life goals, now let me back to the milf grinding on his lap on the couch, please”. The storytelling jumps from emotional to horny to slightly goofy without warning. I kind of liked it. Also sometimes the pacing drags: you get a great jerking-off scene, a juicy voyeur moment, and then five minutes of talking about work or money where you just want to scream at the screen. But then a random scene hits where she’s bent over a table, panties around her knees, ass raised like a present, and the game just lets you slam into her, grab those big tits from behind, and flood her pussy while she moans your name instead of her man’s. And suddenly all that slow buildup feels worth it in a very filthy, Christmas-came-early kind of way.

There’s this lazy-ass witch lying in a hammock with tits that are technically a health hazard, and somehow you’re the responsible adult in the room. That’s the basic mood. The whole world is this silly fantasy mix of horny monsters, smug magical girls, and weirdos who think “public indecency” is more like a dress code. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes, you’re actually juggling gold, energy and these four stats that sound like some RPG parody: Martial, Mystic, Charm, Trickery. It feels a bit like someone smashed a fetish VN together with a light strategy game and then just… kept all the horny parts. One run I tried to play her as a serious, powerful witch, always picking the smart Mystic solutions, and two choices later she’s on her knees worshipping a monster girl’s cock while her boobs jump up another cup size and I’m laughing at myself for thinking I had control here.

Calling it “breast expansion focus” is almost funny, because it’s not just a tag, it’s the entire spine of the game. Every run ends up turning into a science project about how far you can push those sizes before she’s basically a walking beanbag chair. The wild part is that the scenes change with her size, so a blowjob with small boobs feels totally different than the same encounter when she’s at “crush-her-own-face” levels. You get tiny details like her trying to hold her tits out of the way while she’s riding some furry wolf knight who’s way too proud of his armor, and then later that same guy just buries his hands in her chest and uses them like handles while you watch the text describe how she can barely stay upright. It’s ridiculous. It’s hot. It’s also kind of stupid in the best way. There’s a lesbian witch duel that turns into mutual groping in mid-air, one of those monster girls that’s more teeth and tongue than sense, and a smug noblewoman who switches from icy female domination to being bent over a balcony once you figure out which stat to poke her with. Sometimes you “win” a fight by outsmarting them, sometimes by letting her submit on purpose, because of course if she gets fucked, the stats get weird and the boobs get bigger. There’s no game over, just different flavors of “congratulations, you’re getting railed.”

If I had to give it a fake jam trophy, it’d be “Best Use Of Gravity As A Fetish Mechanic.” The way the writing leans into the size changes is oddly consistent, even when the tone is goofy. At low sizes, she’s flashing people just to get free drinks. At mid sizes, there’s a whole run where she’s stuck trying to squeeze through a dungeon door while a slime monster girl gropes her from behind and it takes way too long, text-wise, but I couldn’t look away. At stupid sizes, there’s a scene where she tries to cast a serious spell, trips over nothing, and ends up pressed into the dirt, ass up, boobs pinned under her chest like two living cushions while some armored monster uses her like a toy. I wished for an option to just leave her there for the rest of the game. The strategy side is simple but not brain-dead, like managing stamina in Hades but horny and slower, and you start optimizing which enemies you want to “lose” to because their dom scenes are funnier. Not every encounter lands, the humor sometimes feels like reddit cosplay captions, and there’s at least one exhibitionism bit in a city square that keeps mentioning the crowd but barely describes a single face. Still, it sticks in your head after you close the browser. That lazy witch, half-asleep in her hammock, tits overflowing her robe, asking if you really want to push for one more quest when she can barely walk? Yeah. Don’t play this on your work laptop. Actually, do. I dare you.

UNDAWN: Shackles Of Eternity feels like somebody mashed a grimdark VN, horny gothic Instagram, and a futa porn doujin together, then actually bothered to give the porn a brain. You play as Rhiannon, who looks like the kind of cold, perfect priestess you’d see on a cathedral mural, except she has a cock and way more emotional damage. The world around her is just ruined faith and half-dead gods, with churches that feel more like brothels for the desperate. Every “holy” symbol looks kinda dirty. You’re basically walking through a graveyard of old beliefs, deciding who to fuck and who to sacrifice, while the game keeps asking you quietly, “You sure about that?” and then shows the consequences in bed later. It’s not a power fantasy where you’re some shining savior. Rhiannon feels like a loaded gun that learned how to think. You get romance, sure, but it’s romance that comes with knives hidden under dresses and tongues in places that definitely aren’t holy.

Sex-wise, the game goes pretty hard on futa on female and actually uses the magic shit for more than particle effects. You’re not just clicking through generic “she sucks you off” lines. You get weird little moments like Rhiannon using a whispering spell to make a nun feel every word along her spine, the text describing this chill that rolls down to her ass while you’re already elbow-deep in groping and fingering. First time you push a cute monster girl up against a cracked stained-glass window and her tail wraps around Rhiannon’s thigh while you rail her from behind, it feels personal in a fucked up way. There’s anal and creampies that don’t feel like checkbox porn tags, more like “oh, you chose to promise her safety and instead you’re filling her ass in a back alley behind a dead chapel, good job.” The harem angle is there but messy, poly in the sense that everyone has teeth. The girls fall for Rhiannon and for each other too, so you end up in these lesbian side scenes where Rhiannon watches them eat each other out, only to join, dick out, and turn the whole thing into a pile of limbs, tongues, and cum. Sometimes it’s tender, slow oral with a shy femboy who looks like he stepped out of a BL mobile game. Sometimes it’s Rhiannon pinning a proud knightess to the altar and pounding her until her prayers turn into begging. The mystery stuff wraps around the porn like a noose. You keep thinking you’re choosing who you love and who you fuck, then slowly realize you’re also choosing who loses their soul piece by piece. And the game doesn’t scream this at you. It just shows you the aftermath in the next “romantic” scene, like a girl who used to be all fire letting you slide into her raw and quiet, because she’s finally broken in exactly the way you helped shape.