Tifa looks like she lost a bet with some very perverted gods here, and I mean that in the nicest way. Whole thing is just her, bent over in that stupidly exposing position, ass high, wrists trapped, like the game is saying: forget romance, we are using this body. It feels less like a date and more like a cruel lab experiment that happens to make your dick hard. There is no fake “love” story, no cheesy dialog trying to justify anything, she is a fucktoy in a milk plant and that’s it. The camera knows it too, keeps your face almost inside her ass, where all the action is. You poke her, you rub around the tight little hole, she squirms and blushes, and that tiny reaction bar creeping up feels way more evil than it should. I caught myself grinning like an idiot when the first drops of the “liquid” start pushing in. It’s not subtle. This is an enema sequence that really wants you to stare, to watch her body lose any dignity while her chest swells like overfilled balloons and milk starts leaking everywhere.

What got me horny was how cruelly slow it can be if you want. You can spam the fill and just brute-force it, sure, but it feels much nastier to tease. A little push, see her belly and ass tense, see the tits jiggle, then stop, leave her clenching for nothing. I was half watching the screen, half checking Telegram, then came back and she’s still there, tied, hole pouting, milk sliding down those ridiculous big boobs, like she’s been waiting for my next move the whole time. It’s fucked up in the best way. The inflation part, when her chest and body volume reacts to what you do to her ass, that made me actually whisper “holy shit” to my screen like some degenerate. At one point I misclicked, backed off the pressure, and the build-up slowed, and I wanted to punch my mouse. And the little detail that the milk doesn’t just spray all elegant, it kind of dribbles and runs and pools, that’s nasty in a very real way. Only thing that bothered me a bit is how long it takes to push her to that “explosion” if you don’t figure the right rhythm, it feels like edging someone you hate and love at same time, but I guess that is the point. You abuse her ass, and the game milks you.

When the final blast happens out of her ass, it’s not some cute sparkle. It’s messy, humiliating, body used up by the machine and by you, and Tifa’s expression is this perfect mix of pain and forced pleasure that Final Fantasy definitely never showed. It hit that twisted part of my brain that likes seeing a strong girl broken down into a leaking toy. Small thing that made me weirdly happy: physics of her big tits reacting when the pressure peaks, the milk lines flicking off like they have weight, I rewatched that bit like three times, like some perv watching slow-mo sports replay on VLC. I do wish there was one tiny option to change up her position, just tilt her slightly or bring the face into focus a bit more, but at the same time, that static, helpless pose is what makes the whole BDSM torture vibe work. She is there to be filled, stretched, and pumped until her ass and tits can’t take it, not to look pretty. This chapter feels less like a game and more like a single, long, mean scene you keep “tuning” with clicks and drags, and if you are into hardcore anal, enema, inflation and watching a brunette icon turned into a dripping cowtoy, this is the kind of filth that sticks in your head when you open WhatsApp later and try to pretend you are normal.

This twisted little game caught me completely off guard, and not in the way I expected. You know how sometimes you stumble into something thinking it'll be a quick thrill, but then it grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go? That's exactly what happened here with this Monokuma nightmare. The premise sounds simple enough - you're just some thief breaking into an abandoned school for easy money, right? Wrong. So fucking wrong.

The moment that black and white bastard shows up, everything goes sideways fast. And I mean *everything*. The hypnosis elements aren't just thrown in for shock value - they're woven into every interaction with genuine psychological weight. When Monokuma starts messing with your head, you feel that slow loss of control seeping through the screen. The muscle transformation scenes hit different too, especially when you realize you're not just watching your body change, you're experiencing the complete mental shift that comes with it. The inflation content manages to be both absurd and genuinely arousing, which shouldn't work but absolutely does. There's this one ending where... actually, discovering those twisted conclusions yourself is half the fun.

What really got under my skin though was how the game handles agency. You think you're making choices, but Monokuma's already three steps ahead, pulling strings you didn't even know existed. The writing style keeps you locked in second person, so when things start getting heavy and your character begins losing themselves, it feels uncomfortably personal. Six bad endings out of seven should tell you everything about your chances of escaping with dignity intact. The transformations aren't just physical - they're complete personality rewrites, and watching yourself become exactly what that demented bear wants is both terrifying and incredibly hot. Fair warning: this isn't gentle corruption, it's full-throttle mind-breaking with a Danganronpa twist that'll leave you questioning your own kinks.

This one feels like somebody took every filthy Tifa doujin from early 2000s, blended it with those old “milk factory” flash games, then said “ok, but what if we actually go too far this time?” and just never hit the brakes. You start with Tifa already trussed up like some prize cow, arms tight, chest pushed out, and that stupid cruel machine sitting in front like it knows it’s the real main character. No build up, no romance, just click and her huge tits get locked into those harsh metal cups. The first time they start pumping and you see the milk actually spray and collect, it hits that classic hentai brain spot, very old-school “broken shrine maiden” energy, but with a Final Fantasy cosplay skin that honestly fits almost too well. She’s trying to keep that strong Tifa face and failing, and yeah, that’s the good part. You tweak intensity, watch the nipples get abused, see the flow change, and the camera just sits there and stares, like the game is as obsessed with her chest as every teenage boy from the PS1 era.

What really got me grinning like an idiot was the whole closed loop thing. Milk comes out, then hey, guess what, it’s going right back in. You crank the milking, the tube fills, then suddenly she’s basically forced to chug her own stuff, cheeks hollowing, throat swallowing, that desperate panic in her eyes. It’s disgusting and hot at same time, very hentai logic. Her belly swelling as the milk floods her inside, that old “liquid inflation” style you saw in weird doujins nobody admitted to owning. Watching her stomach rise while the boobs are still getting tortured is such a stupid, specific fetish hit that I had to pause a moment just to laugh. They even give you that final “release valve” in the back, opening the anal gate and letting everything gush out, like some perverted dairy pipeline. The first time I clicked that, the way her body twitches as the milk blasts out of her ass, it felt like a punchline to a joke only hentai veterans understand. It does get a bit samey after a while, since it’s really just you, Tifa, the machine, milk everywhere, some sliders and timing, no side stuff, no little extra positions. The sound loop also cuts just a tiny bit awkward at one point and now I can’t not hear it. But I keep coming back anyway, watching her get milked dry and overfilled again, because that look when she’s right between pain, humiliation, and dumb pleasure scratches a place modern pretty, polished games forgot existed.

Foggy forest, quiet as hell, and you’re lost with a hard-on you don’t want to admit you have. That’s pretty much the mood here. The trees feel wrong in that fairy-tale way, like they’re watching, but not in a horror movie thing, more like they’re just waiting for you to do something stupid and horny. Then this witch shows up, and she doesn’t look like the usual “I cast fireball” witch. She’s got that lazy smile that says she already knows what you’re going to click, and she smells like a toy store mixed with a bath bomb shop. Latex, sugar, soap, that weird clean-but-not-innocent vibe. The game doesn’t rush to shout what you’re in for, but yeah, if you’re into inflatables and transformation and that floaty, rubbery ownership of a body that stops being flesh and turns into a damn balloon, it hits that itch pretty directly.

The cool part is how low-key everything starts. It’s just you poking around her little forest corner, clicking stuff, poking at bottles, weird trinkets, that sort of thing. Half of it feels like background junk until you notice something reacts if you try again, or if you did another scene before. There was this moment where I accidentally triggered a change too early, and my character’s body started filling out, tight and squeaky, and I actually paused, staring at my screen like, “ok, I did not expect it to jump to that this fast.” The game is short, yeah, but it doesn’t waste your kinks. The inflation is not just “you get bigger.” It’s that slow, pressurised feeling in the text and art, the witch teasing you, almost casual about turning your body into her private float, testing how much air or magic you can hold. She treats the whole thing like a cozy craft project, while you’re the one struggling with how round you’re getting. It’s a weird mix of mystery and fetish, and I like that it doesn’t apologize for it even once. You’re not playing a hero, you’re playing a future decoration, and she knows it way before you do.

The forest itself is small, but it feels like one of those “hidden room” games where there’s always one last strange item you haven’t clicked in the right order. I spent way too long clicking the same damn stump because I was convinced it had a secret, and honestly I’m still annoyed it didn’t. But while I was being stubborn, I kept noticing little reactions: the witch’s comments changing, the way she hints at other “guests” she inflated before, maybe still around, maybe not in the shape you expect. There’s magic everywhere, but it’s that squishy, rubber-magic. You’re not slinging spells; you’re more like the spell result. A toy, a trophy, an experiment. The furry angle sneaks in too, with those hints that your body isn’t only filling with air, it’s shifting into something cutesy, animal-ish, then more object than creature. Ears, tail, then plastic sheen, then hollow. It’s honestly hot as hell if you’re into losing control and becoming a thing instead of a person. And the best part, or the worst, depending on your brain, is that the witch never seems cruel. She’s playful, almost seasonal, like some twisted holiday hostess inviting you to become part of the decorations, tucked between the trees, gleaming under moonlight, filled tight and waiting. You kind of know from the beginning this forest is not a place you walk out of on your own feet. You’re rolling, floating, squeaking your way out, if you leave at all.