Jimmy Awkward Adventures is exactly what it sounds like if your brain is a little broken from too much Reddit and too many horny “choose your own” stories. You’re stuck in a house with your landlady and a bunch of curvy roommates during lockdown, no job, no clue, and a dick that makes all the worst decisions for you. The whole vibe is this mix of “I’m such a loser” and “I accidentally saw her tits again, oops” that somehow becomes hot instead of just sad. You play as Jimmy, this gamer who kind of sucks at life, but then he gets access to this weird inner world, like his own limbo, where he can poke around in his desires and screw with how he reacts to the women around him. It feels like the dev took a horny CYOA thread and asked, “What if this guy actually had to live with the consequences of his bullshit?”

What I liked most is how the game treats awkwardness as foreplay. You’re peeking through doors, “accidentally” walking in while someone is changing, watching that thick milf landlady bend over the couch while pretending you’re focused on your phone. There’s this one scene where you’re in the hallway, and your landlady is arguing with somebody on speakerphone, pacing back and forth in a tight top that absolutely cannot be legal. Jimmy is half listening, half staring at her ass, and inside his head the limbo thing kicks in and gives you this tiny corrupt choice like: do you feel guilty, or do you lean into it and imagine what she looks like with nothing on. And if you push him toward the pervy side, he starts noticing details later, like the way her nipples press against the fabric when she leans close to scold him for being lazy. It’s subtle in a stupid, horny way, but you feel it building.

Roommates are their own chaos. You get that “almost family, but not really, but kind of, but also way too hot” energy. Sometimes the game flirts with that taboo in a way that feels like those sketchy stories people post, where everyone pretends nothing is weird. There’s this scene in the living room, late, where one of the girls is watching some trash reality show on Netflix, legs spread on the couch, big tits squeezed into this tight tank top, and you sit too close. Not on her lap, but like… one more inch and it would be. The dialog is stupid and funny, like she teases you for never getting laid, and if you push the right options, the teasing slowly becomes more personal, more “what type of body do you like, Jimmy” while she casually adjusts her bra so you can see basically everything. It’s not classy. It doesn’t even try. And that’s kind of the charm.

The humor is all over the place. Sometimes it hits like those memes where the dude is sitting with a massive hard-on under a blanket and pretending he’s “just resting,” and sometimes it feels like your uncle trying to make a sex joke during Christmas dinner, very cringe. There was a mini scene with a lotion bottle that made me laugh and roll my eyes at the same time, because the game goes all in on the obvious gag and then doubles down by letting you be a total creep about it later. The voyeur parts are where it gets the most fucked up in a good way: sneaking, peeking into rooms, watching your landlady in the shower, or one of the girls bending over while you hold your breath behind a door. The corruption angle slowly grows from small naughty thoughts into openly trying to get them to bend to your will, using their trust, the fake “roommate” family vibe, the fact that they think you’re harmless. Sometimes it feels too easy, like they jump from annoyed to horny a bit fast, but then again, this is porn, not therapy. And the bodies here are big, soft, heavy, meant to bounce, with big asses and big tits that look like they were built just to ruin Jimmy’s already fragile self-control. It’s stupid, horny, uncomfortable, and kind of perfect in the way a dirty fantasy you don’t tell anyone about is perfect.

Extra Inches feels like somebody mashed a horny dating sim with a shitpost and then accidentally made it work. You start as this pretty regular guy, nothing special, and then suddenly you’re surrounded by people who are absolutely not regular at all. Girls with huge tits who lean way too close when they talk, hot traps who look better in panties than half of the female cast, a smug futa with a dick that makes you feel weird things about your life choices. The game never pretends to be classy. It just pushes you face first into all the “what if I tried this” fantasies you probably won’t admit out loud. One moment you’re chatting about school or work, next moment you’re on your knees with a cock in your mouth and you’re not even sure how the conversation got there, but somehow it feels right.

What I liked is how the scenes actually build, even when the art is simple. There’s this one route where you think you’re just flirting with a stacked girl, she’s got this tight top that can’t handle her chest, and you figure ok, this is basic fanservice. Then she pulls you aside, straddles your lap, starts giving you this lazy handjob while teasing your “cute little straight-boy act”, and you realize she’s not exactly what she looked like. The game doesn’t stop and shout “surprise, futanari” at you, it just lets your brain catch up while your cock is already committed. Same with the trap character: first meeting is playful, almost innocent, then later he’s on your bed, ass up, asking if you’re actually going to put that thing to use or keep pretending you’re just curious. And yes, there is anal, and yes, it leans into that “I shouldn’t like this as much as I do” feeling. I do wish the text box wouldn’t jump right when the best lines appear, it messed with my flow, but they probably won’t fix it and weirdly that fits the whole dirty, half-polished vibe this game has. The oral scenes are all over the place too: sometimes slow and sloppy, sometimes straight up porn-speed, no warning, just spit and gagging and you trying to click fast enough to see every frame. Character logic is a bit fucked, but in a fun way. One guy calls himself straight while he’s balls deep in a big ass that very clearly belongs to not-a-girl, and nobody comments. I kind of love that. It feels like a world where labels matter less than what you’re doing with your hands and mouth right now. And extra inches matter a lot.

It still pretends to be a dating sim on the surface, with choices and different paths, but the game knows why you’re here. You pick this answer or that one, and the end result is usually someone’s face near someone’s crotch. Sometimes the girls take control, sometimes the trap is topping you, sometimes you’re pounding a futa until her tits bounce off her chest and you forget which route you picked in the first place. The male protagonist is basically a vessel for whatever your brain wants that day. Gay, straight, bi, confused, whatever, the game doesn’t sit you down for a talk about it. It just keeps throwing scenes where you’re switching from eating pussy to sucking dick to pushing into a tight ass that clenches too hard on the first thrust. There’s a rough charm to it, like one of those messy but hot Twitter threads that goes way too far, except here you can replay it and try a different answer to see who ends up jerking you off in the park instead of at home. It’s crude, shameless, kind of dumb in places, and still weirdly honest about how horny people actually are when nobody’s watching.

Yellow County looks like that fake postcard California you see in old OVAs, all palm trees and boobs and nothing smells like piss. You roll in as this young guy whose life just fell apart, parents dead in this “accident” everyone keeps repeating like a broken VHS, and instantly the place feels wrong. Sunny, yeah, but the kind of sun that makes you sweat under your clothes and stare at every milf in yoga pants walking her tiny dog. The game leans hard into that feeling. One moment you’re talking with some cop about your parents’ case, next moment you’re pressed against a kitchen counter with his gorgeous older sister grinding on your thigh while she “comforts” you. She does the slow teasing thing, hand resting too long on your chest, nails dragging over your neck, pretending she’s just being motherly. Then her fingers slip under your shirt and you know you’re not her little anything. That first time she drops to her knees and starts licking the shaft from base to tip like she’s testing a popsicle flavor, you kinda forget you were supposed to be sad.

What I liked is how the sex scenes don’t just pop up like in those old Flash games. There’s that build up. Like the scene at the beach house, when you’re helping the hot landlady pick up some boxes. She bends over just a bit too far, bikini top fighting for its life, and the camera just sits there, slowly tracking her ass while you’re pretending to look at the ocean. She “accidentally” backs her butt into your crotch, feels how hard you are, and instead of freaking out she gives this smug smile. Next thing, she has your hands on her tits from behind, telling you in a low voice that a real man grabs tighter. You’re squeezing soft flesh, thumbs brushing her nipples, and she keeps talking about rental contracts while your dick is throbbing against her ass. When she finally gets on her knees in that fancy living room with the huge window behind her and takes you in her mouth, the animation actually sells the wetness. Lips sliding, spit dripping, her tongue swirling around the tip, cheeks hollowing as she goes deeper. It’s messy in a good way, like old-school ero anime where they actually cared about the way the jaw moved. She gags a little, wipes her mouth, smiles, and then goes back down, faster this time, until you grab her hair and fuck her throat. No romance there, just raw “I earned this discount on the rent” energy.

But then, weirdly, the game flips and gives you that soft stuff too. There’s a scene later with another older woman who’s closer to your parents’ old circle, she’s elegant, more serious. You come back from chasing some lead about the murders, totally burned out, and she just pulls you into her bedroom like it’s the most normal thing. She sits you on the edge of the bed, climbs into your lap, and kisses you slow. Not porn-fast. First just lips, then she opens, and her tongue moves like she’s done this a thousand times but still wants to make you feel special. When you slide your hand under her dress she stops you for a second, looks in your eyes like she’s checking if you’re really there, then guides your fingers to her pussy herself. She’s already wet. You feel her shiver when you rub her clit, and the sound design here is almost too much, those tiny gasps, the soft moans when you push two fingers inside. When she finally sinks down on your cock, riding you slow, her big tits bouncing with every move, it actually feels like something between you, not just cheap fucking. She wraps her arms around your neck, whispers that she’s proud of you for trying to find the truth, then starts slamming her hips harder and harder until her ass is just clapping against your thighs. Right after that she flips you on your back, grabs your wrists and pins them above your head while she keeps riding, then suddenly slaps your chest and tells you to spank her. That switch from caring to filthy is peak ero game energy. You smack her ass, red palm prints blooming on her cheeks, and she moans louder every time, begging you not to stop while you pound her soaked pussy like the world outside doesn’t exist. And somewhere in the middle of all that sweat and spit and cum you remember this whole thing started with your parents’ death, which is kind of fucked up, but also exactly the sort of tonal whiplash we were eating up in the old days.

Hailey’s story hits that weird spot between hot and kind of painful in the chest, and I liked that more than I want to admit. You start as this regular guy who clearly loves his wife, and she’s exactly that fantasy mix of cute and dangerous: big soft tits under casual clothes, ass that fills the whole screen when she bends even just a little, smile that makes you think “yeah, she knows what she’s doing”. At first it feels innocent, just playful teasing in the kitchen, her brushing past you so her boobs press into your arm, little flashes of panties when she stretches on the couch. The kind of stuff where you know she’s doing it on purpose, but she pretends she’s not. Meanwhile she keeps talking about this coworker, like he’s “just helping with a project”, and your guy is trying so hard to act chill while you, the player, are already imagining him rail her against the office desk. The game knows you’re thinking that and keeps poking the thought until it hurts.

What I didn’t expect was how much time you actually spend alone with the main guy’s dick in his hand. Not in a boring way. More like he’s spiraling. You get home, she’s late again, phone face down, new text sound, and suddenly you’re in the bathroom, jerking off to the idea of your own wife sending nudes to another man. Masturbation scenes feel sweaty and pathetic and still insanely hot. One time he’s stroking while listening through the bedroom door because she’s “just changing clothes” after coming back from drinks, and the game gives you this small pause where you think you hear another voice. Might be nothing. Might be him in your house. The art is simple 2D but the body language sells it: her flushed cheeks when she lies, that slightly different way she sits on the bed, legs a bit too open, like she’s used to being watched now. Sometimes she flashes you her bra and laughs in that “you’re safe, he’s not” kind of way, which somehow hurts more than if she just said she was cheating. The corruption is slow, but you feel every small step. You let her go out in that tight dress you know isn’t for you, you don’t say anything when she “forgets” panties, you pick the softer dialogue options because you’re scared to lose her, and that just opens the door wider for this coworker to fuck his way into your life. It’s honestly a bit depressing, but then she bends over to get something from the fridge, her huge ass filling the screen, and your brain just shuts up and says: yeah, ok, ruin my life again.