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.

"Beast Vessel" starts with you as the one guy in a world full of mana who has absolutely zero of it. Which is already kind of funny because in most fantasy porn games you are the chosen overpowered dick wizard. Here you are just... a guy. A magically useless guy who still somehow keeps ending up in situations where people are throwing spells around, monsters are sniffing you like a snack, and clothes are treated more like suggestions than actual items. It runs like a classic Ren'Py VN so if you ever clicked through horny dialogue while half watching YouTube on the second monitor, you know the vibe. Only here the world actually has some structure. There is a big continent, factions, rituals, weird rules around mana, and your body is basically this walking "empty container" that a lot of thirsty and dangerous creatures want to fill. In every sense. Sometimes with mana. Sometimes with other stuff.

The story likes to pretend you are making moral choices like "hero or villain" but half the time the real question feels more like "do you let the magic wolf lady pin you to the tree and drain you through a blowjob that looks like a spell" or "do you run away and miss the scene." I tried to play noble the first time, skipping the more fucked up voyeurism options, and still ended up watching a horny elf girl masturbate in her tent through a mana crystal that works as a magic CCTV. The game did that classic thing where it rewards you for being a creep with extra scenes, and as a data guy I can tell you from how this genre is going on F95 and Itch stats, voyeurism and exhibitionism are just exploding in popularity compared to even three years ago. The dev is leaning straight into that trend. You get animated loops with subtle movement, hips shifting, hands rubbing, magic glowing in just the right places. Not Pixar quality or anything, sometimes the 3D custom girl look hits that uncanny valley where the face is hot but the fingers look like noodles, but the sex scenes actually feel like someone thought about where the camera should be. One masturbation scene on a balcony really stuck with me. There is a mage girl using a mana orb as a vibrator, legs wide open over this glowing sphere, knowing the city below could see her if they looked up. I accidentally clicked the "watch in silence" option instead of "announce yourself" and it made the whole thing way nastier because she was moaning into the night and I was just... there. Invisible creep mode. And the game just moves on like "yeah this is normal."

What I kind of love and also hate is how your lack of magic keeps turning into an excuse for people to use your body like a tool. There is an early scene where a beastkin shaman straps you to a stone slab, explains that your "empty vessel" can channel overflowed mana safely, then proceeds to ride you while casting some ritual. Every thrust makes the runes light up brighter and she is half chanting, half screaming your name. She calls it a sacred duty and you obviously can choose to be offended or lean into it, but either way you end up being used. It is hot, no point lying, but there is also this small annoyance that you almost never feel fully in control. The UI even tricks you with "greyed-out" choices that you can't pick because your mana stat is zero, which honestly pissed me off more than any monster. Why show me an option like "overpower her with your own aura" when the whole point is that I have none. Still clicked it, still got mocked. I liked that. Or I didn't, depends when you ask me. There is some goofy humor too, just to break the horny flow. At one point a slime thing tries to eat you and ends up "tasting" another part first, and you get this text about "statistically significant rise in hardness" like the dev snuck a stats joke in my porn. I was weirdly happy about that line. The fantasy parts are not just dressing. There are actual small systems: mana corruption, beast influence, some flags that change whether a character later shows up as friend, predator, or crazed fan who wants to show herself off to you in public. One girl literally pulls you into a back alley and says she gets off on being seen with a "worthless non-mage" because it makes her feel even more powerful. She makes you stand there while she lifts her skirt at random passersby, then makes you clean her up with your tongue when some magical fluids start dripping. I wish there was a route where you can also become a proper mage and stop being everyone's toy, but honestly if that ever happens, this whole "beast vessel" idea would lose a lot of its nasty charm, so I kind of hope it never changes.

Feng’s story looks soft at first glance, like some cozy wholesome VN you’d play on your laptop while pretending you’re a “serious gamer”, but that vibe lasts maybe five minutes. The moment the new “family” shows up, with those impossible curves and that weird tension you feel even when they’re just talking about breakfast, it’s clear what’s really going on. The game plays that slow burn guilt fantasy really hard: he’s adopted, they’re good to him, they’re kind, they’re warm, and your brain is screaming “don’t fuck this up” while your other brain is staring at her tits pressed against the kitchen counter. It’s that mix of comfort and pure filth that makes it work way better than it should. One minute you’re listening to some soft music, picking a dialogue choice about trust and trauma, next minute you’re wondering how long Feng can keep a straight face with his new “sister” bending over the washing machine, skirt riding up, ass basically framed like it was staged for Pornhub.

What surprised me is how much time the game spends on small, normal things and still keeps everything horny. Just walking past a half-open door and catching a glimpse of someone changing, or that scene where you join a movie night on the couch and the camera just lingers too long on a pair of huge tits barely staying inside a tank top. The writing keeps pretending it’s about healing and family and “moving on from tragedy” while it constantly shoves you into situations where touching is one bad decision away. There’s spanking too, and it isn’t some instant BDSM menu. It grows out of the story, like a joke that goes too far and suddenly she’s over your lap, moaning, acting offended but holding position instead of getting up. You get those moments where you pick a choice that sounds innocent, and three lines later you’re staring at a red ass and thinking “yeah, that escalated fast”. I kinda hate that some choices that look like they lead to wild scenes end up just giving you more teasing, but then again, when the payoff finally happens and that “we’re family, we shouldn’t” breaks into “don’t stop”, it hits harder.

The models are very much “porn brain” design: thick asses that fill the screen, nipples poking through thin clothes, legs spread just a bit too wide to be accidental. Not realistic at all, and that’s fine, this isn’t pretending to be a documentary. I liked how a lot of the secrets you dig up during normal dialogue wrap back into sex, like someone’s hidden kink sliding into the conversation while you’re talking about something totally normal. It turns the house into this pressure cooker where everyone is hiding something: jealousy, lust, shame, old wounds. And yes, the step angle is shameless. The game never really lets you forget what line you’re crossing. You’ll get lines about “we’re your new family now” in the same scene where her tits are pressed against your chest, or she’s sitting on your lap just a bit too comfortably, acting like nothing is wrong. It’s trashy and kind of emotional at the same time, which is a weird combo I didn’t expect to work. I do wish it stopped fading to black right at the moment when you want one more camera angle, but it keeps teasing like that on purpose. Not going to change, and maybe it shouldn’t.

You open your eyes in a garden that’s way too pretty for how fucked up you feel. You remember dying… kind of. It’s fuzzy, like that morning after too much vodka when you’re checking your phone and praying you didn’t text your ex. Except now the “ex” is literally your life, and instead of hangover you get a smug angel, a smug demon, and a bunch of confused hot dead people who all like girls, guys, both, neither, or “it’s complicated” in different flavors. They tell you this isn’t Heaven, not Hell, just the Garden hanging out in Limbo, like some cosmic waiting room where everyone’s bisexual or worse. You’re told you can pick your body and gender, like character creation but with the weight of “what the fuck am I actually” behind it. Female, male, futa, trans, something in between, something off to the side. The game doesn’t blink. You can just… exist the way you wish you had when you were alive. That alone hit harder than some porn games ever will, honestly. Then five minutes later you’re flirting with a demon girl who looks like she can ruin your life and you’re fine with it.

What really sticks in my head is how one scene goes from tender to horny to sad so fast it feels wrong, in a good way. You’re sitting under this glowing tree with another lost soul, talking about what you regret from your life. They’re quietly telling you about the first time they realized they liked girls, how they kissed a friend behind a church, shaking and happy and terrified. The garden lights reflect in their eyes, they lean closer, and your choices appear. You can joke it away, you can pull them into this slow, nervous kiss, or you can go full thirsty and grab their hips and push them against the tree. If you go thirsty, the way the writing describes hands sliding over still unfamiliar bodies, the awkward “is this okay” mixed with raw need, feels more real than half the polished porn out there. It’s not just “and then boobs appeared, wow.” It’s messy, people hesitate, someone laughs at the wrong time, it reads like two queer disasters horny in Limbo who never got to be honest when they were alive, so now they’re making up for it in one go. There’s even a moment where they say “I never had sex like this when I was alive” and you can answer “me neither” or pretend you were a huge player. Which is funny, because the game will totally call you out later on that lie.

In between the horny stuff, you’re doing trials, talking to angels that act like burnt-out office workers, demons who act like they run a queer nightclub, and other dead people trying to figure out if Heaven is worth the rules, Hell is worth the chaos, or if Limbo is secretly the best place because nobody really knows what the fuck is happening anyway. Sometimes the tone whiplash gets tiring, like you’ll go from heartfelt talk about dysphoria to a gag about someone’s ass in two lines and it almost kills the mood. There are parts where the pacing drags, especially when a character dumps lore on you about how Eden ended up stuck here and you just wanna go back to worrying if that cute trans boy is into you or only into your “tragic backstory.” But then later, one small choice from an earlier date suddenly changes how a big late scene plays out and you realize oh, okay, it was paying attention the whole time. There are multiple routes and endings, you can flirt with women, men, futas, trans characters, some are soft, some are monsters in a sexy way, some are just emotionally unavailable but so hot you try anyway. It’s not afraid to be horny, but it also doesn’t treat sex like the only reward. Sometimes you get a tender cuddle in the afterlife instead of a full-on scene, and weirdly that feels more intimate. Still, I got annoyed that one character keeps mentioning some specific snack from when they were alive and you never actually see it anywhere. No CG, nothing. That bothered me a lot more than it should have. Anyway, it all feels like a queer afterlife dating mess where you can be a lesbian, a dude, a trans futa, whatever, and still end up kissing under a divine tree while arguing about whether Heaven even deserves you.