Morty wakes up in some fucked up parallel universe where everything looks kind of familiar, but just wrong enough that you know the writers were horny first and logical second. You’re basically walking disaster Morty, trying to find a way back home while getting dragged into every kind of sexual mess the multiverse can cough up. One minute you’re arguing with a tentacled thing that technically counts as “alien biology”, next minute you’re balls-deep in a cosplay version of someone you absolutely recognize, pretending it’s not fanart gone too far. The game leans hard into parody, not subtle at all, just full-on “what if this character was naked and way too into you” energy. Half the fun is just waiting to see which familiar face turns up to humiliate you, seduce you, blackmail you, or all three in the same scene.

What actually surprised me is how often the choices matter in a small, petty way. Like, you pick the “coward” dialogue option in one early blowjob scene, and ten minutes later you’re getting teased for being a virgin pussy while someone uses your face like a chair. There’s a strong rhythm of “do something stupid, get rewarded with pussy anyway”, but the route you take changes the flavor a lot. Sometimes you are the pathetic Morty getting mind controlled into licking boots, sometimes you flip it and abuse a bit of leverage to push a milf into begging for your dick while you pretend you’re not into it. The game jumps from sleep sex to masturbation to lesbian side scenes, and half the time you just stumble into them while trying to act like a responsible protagonist. There’s group scenes that feel like someone took every wet dream from a subreddit and threw them into one room: twins riding you, another girl sucking your balls, someone in the back getting spanked, and if you blink you miss the footjob in the corner. They even go into pregnancy stuff and bukkake, and the game doesn’t stop to ask if you’re okay with it, it just goes “yeah, this is happening now”.

My favorite parts are the stupid little animated loops where barely anything happens. Like, the camera just stays on a slow titfuck while a character keeps talking shit, calling you a loser even as she’s painting your chest with milk. Or a scene where Morty is under some half-assed brainwashing and slowly realizes he’s jerking off on command, with a tentacle wrapped around his leg “just for stability” while an older woman watches and pretends it’s a science experiment. There’s a really nasty NTR edge in some routes, where you watch another guy pound a girl you were trying to romance, and the game rubs it in with close shots and sarcastic dialogue instead of dramatic music. Anal, oral, toys, multiple penetration, it’s all treated like regular Tuesday. Sometimes it’s clumsy, like a foot fetish bit that looks like it was added late and never tweaked, the angles feel wrong and the pacing is off, but it still kind of works because the whole thing already feels like a horny fan project that got out of hand. You jump from gentle teasing to hardcore bdsm spanking in two clicks, no build up, no “character arc”, just horny chaos guided by your half-bad decisions. The writing swings between actually funny sci-fi jokes and weird grammar, then back to sharp blackmail lines that hit harder than they should, and honestly, that messy tone fits the story of a kid thrown through universes where everyone seems more interested in his dick than his survival.

Whole thing feels like somebody mashed a Christmas movie with a porn forum argument and then forgot to put on the brakes. You load in expecting some cozy family holiday thing, and it is that for like three clicks, then the food drama kicks in, the surprise guests show up, and suddenly this “nice dinner” is just an excuse for every pent-up, wrong-as-hell fantasy to boil over. It’s very much about that pressure, everyone pretending to be normal while mom is stacked, the aunt has this huge ass that basically has its own gravity, the “kids” are way too grown to be acting cute, and half the room is eye-fucking the other half. The teasing is relentless. Long looks across the table, brushing hands when they pass the dishes, the way a character “accidentally” presses her tits into someone’s shoulder to reach a glass. There’s this moment where one of the older women leans over to pick something up, skirt rides up, and the camera just sits there like it’s hypnotized. It’s such a stupid little shot, but it sells the whole vibe: everyone is starving, and not for the turkey. Then the game starts pulling you between different heads. One moment you’re in the son’s place, barely keeping it together while his milf of a mom keeps bending over; next you’re riding in the mind of an older guy who’s pretending to be the responsible one, while fantasizing about double-stuffing two relatives on the same couch. Then there’s the girls, some of them already half corrupt in their thoughts, some pretending they’re straight laced while they’re literally thinking about eating each other out in the kitchen. The lesbian stuff sneaks in like a side dish, then becomes its own full course, especially when they drag a third person in and it stops being “innocent experimenting” and turns into full-on group mess, with hands and mouths and tits everywhere. The pacing is weird in a good way. It doesn’t rush straight to everyone fucking on the table, it circles around. There’s a titfuck that happens way later than I expected, like the dev forgot they had made these ridiculous boobs and suddenly remembered, “oh right, those can do things.” The way the corruption builds is honestly kind of funny. At first, everyone is very “we shouldn’t, this is wrong,” and five scenes later they’re doing anal against the fridge while trying not to knock over the leftovers. There’s a scene where a character gets groped in a crowded room and pretends not to notice, but her dialogue choices totally give away she’s enjoying every second. And yeah, it leans into the forbidden angle hard. The incest stuff is not shy. It’s not like “maybe they are just close friends,” no, they’re family and the game points the camera right at that line and then just walks over it. Creampies inside the house, on the bed that clearly belongs to someone else, and repeated. Multiple penetration shows up mostly later, when the group sex kicks in and all the “we shouldn’t” barriers are already broken. There’s this one family girl who goes from being shy and annoyed to taking a cock in her ass and another in her pussy like it’s the most natural holiday activity and I honestly laughed, because the jump is wild. Also there is this dumb little thing where someone keeps moving a plate in the background between shots and it slightly changes position every time, and now I can’t unsee it. Oral scenes are pretty heavy and sometimes borderline worship, especially when the younger characters finally give in and start sucking off the men they’ve been flirting with all evening. There’s a good moment where she wipes a bit of spit off her chin and it’s not even animated big, just a tiny touch, but it makes the scene feel way more nasty. The anal is not a side attraction either; once it appears, it becomes part of the rotation, often with a creampie just to underline that nobody here is thinking about anything except filling each other. Some routes feel more developed than others, like one milf route gets this surprisingly sweet lead up before she lets herself be corrupted fully, while another character basically flips from “this is inappropriate” to “please fuck me from behind in the laundry room” in one dialogue branch. Vaginal, anal, mouth, tits, it all cycles through like a holiday menu where you’re supposed to try every dish at least once, and the group scenes stack bodies in a way that feels almost stupid but also kind of perfect for a porn game. It’s messy, wrong, full of big asses and big tits and bad decisions, and when that final family member joins in like it was all planned from the start, it actually feels weirdly coherent for something this filthy.

Underfoot feels like that moment when you tell yourself “nah, I can handle this kink” and then three scenes later you’re staring at the screen, pants halfway down, wondering when exactly you lost all moral brakes. It throws you right into the guy’s shoes, except the game clearly cares more about what’s happening under those shoes. The whole thing is framed like you’re this semi-normal dude with a partner you actually like, but the real star is how fast your brain starts bending once other people, other hands, and especially other feet get involved. The netorase angle isn’t just some checkbox, it’s basically the spine: you’re not just watching someone fuck your woman, you’re low-key helping, guiding, and pretending you’re still in control while the game just taps “are you sure?” over and over. And yeah, I clicked yes every single time.

The foot focus is not subtle. If you’re even a little weak for toes, soles, arches, stockings, all that, it’s dangerous. There were moments where nothing “big” was happening, just a slow footjob under the table, and that worked on me harder than full-on group sex later. The game is kind of mean about it too: it keeps giving you angles where you barely see the rest of the body, just her heels pressing your already used cock, or her pantyhose wrinkling around her toes while she uses you like some stress ball. It’s the kind of pacing I usually hate, but here it almost felt like a leaderboard challenge: how long can you keep your sanity while your character keeps letting other guys get in on the fun and you’re stuck with her feet or the “reward” creampie that doesn’t even fully belong to you. And I swear, whoever wrote those small corrupting choices really understands that nasty “I know this is wrong but fuck it” feeling. You tell her to flirt “just a little,” then that “little” turns into her sitting between two dudes, your dick trapped between her soles while they go for other holes. At that point it’s not even jealousy anymore, it’s this weird proud humiliation, like you’re top-ranking in some hidden cuck scoreboard only degenerates can see.

What surprised me is how casual the corruption creeps in. At first it’s like, ok, she’s teasing you with her feet, maybe a solo anal scene to spice things up, nothing crazy, just you two. Then someone else walks into frame. Then another. Then she’s taking multiple cocks at once, and you’re there, on the side, getting a sloppy, almost lazy footjob while watching. It hits harder because you kinda asked for this. You get those little “innocent” choices that sound safe, until you realize they opened the door for her to say “it’s just sex, relax” while she gets filled and you’re not even the main event. The cheating isn’t sneaky either, it’s right in your face, like the game is grabbing your head and turning it toward every thrust. I liked that I felt complicit, but also kind of pathetic, which is honestly what I’m chasing with this genre more than some perfect ending. There is swinging flavor too, but it always comes back to her feet and your role as the guy who thought he was orchestrating everything, then ends up happy to be used like an afterthought. By the last scenes I wasn’t even checking my usual “challenge list” anymore, just waiting to see how much further she’d go while you still pretend you’re fine with all of it. Spoiler: you’re not fine, but your dick absolutely is.

Alyssia wakes up in the dark like the world forgot her. No memories, no name on her tongue, just this slow echo of fear and heat under the skin. The first thing that cuts through the fog is your voice in her head. Not some noble guardian angel crap, not a perfect hero. Just you, whispering into this pretty little warrior with big soft breasts, thick thighs and that perfect ass you immediately want to see pressed against something hungry. The game doesn’t rush. It lets her stumble through ruined hallways and dead forests, half naked in shredded armor, breathing loud enough that you almost feel it in your own chest. Every sound is close to the ear: the squish of mud, her boots scraping stone, her tiny gasps when she brushes against a corrupted vine that twitches a bit too eager against her legs. You’re not clicking through a checklist. You’re… inside her skull, nudging her toward danger or safety, and the line between those two starts to blur so fast it’s almost funny.

The crazy part is how quiet it gets right before the fucked up stuff happens. No big horror sting, no “watch out!” flashing. She turns a corner, the music goes almost silent, you feel this slow pressure in your chest, and then some shadow thing with too many limbs pins her to a wall and that’s it. Armor bent aside, tits spilling, eyes wide, and you’re choosing what she says, if she fights, if she gives in. First time a monster shoves something thick and wet between her lips, she tries to bite, to resist, gagging around it while another tendril slips between her cheeks and starts teasing her ass. And you can tell the artists had fun here. The AI CG looks like someone begged the model to worship curves. Her body is soft but strong, the way her stomach tightens when she’s lifted up and spread, pussy dripping while she gets filled front and back. Double stuffed, her moans half anger, half confused arousal as you decide if she clings to her lost “honor” or lets that corruption seep deeper. Sometimes the camera lingers on simple things, like a strand of spit connecting her mouth to a fat monster cock after a messy blowjob, or cum leaking out in a slow drip after a brutal creampie that leaves her shaking and glassy eyed. And yeah, I wish the UI text wasn’t that tiny in one of the dialogue menus, but anyway, back to her getting railed.

There’s this romantic thread sneaking through the filth that caught me off guard. If you keep pulling her toward softer choices, she’ll start talking to you like you’re her lover, not just a voice. She blushes when you tell her she did good, even when she’s on her knees, face splattered, swallowing every last drop like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. You can steer her into something sweeter, tender kisses before sex, the way she slowly relaxes when a human-looking partner takes her gently, sliding into her wet pussy while she wraps her legs around their waist and actually smiles. Or you can drag her down to the point she doesn’t even flinch when something huge pushes into her ass and pussy at the same time, her mind so twisted by you that multiple penetration feels like home now. The game remembers those choices. She learns to beg. Or she learns to love. Or both, which is honestly the best outcome. One run she ends in a warm embrace, another she’s a used little toy for whatever monsters crawl out of the dark, dripping cum, eyes lost, completely yours in the worst way. And not gonna lie, the moment she looks at the “camera” and whispers “Stay with me… don’t leave my head” after everything you made her do? That hit harder than it should.

This thing feels like someone grabbed the filthiest route from a bigger game, ripped it out, and just said “ok, this is the whole story now.” You’re dropped into Alena’s school life where she’s basically the official toy for every horny girl on campus, and it never even pretends to be fair or nice to her. She’s the “good girl” type at the start, shy and sporty at the same time, then every click pushes her deeper into this mess of uniforms getting pulled aside, panties shoved down, and way too many curious hands. It’s not some slow, romantic corruption either; it’s that “you’re already fucked, you just haven’t realized how much” style. First five minutes I went from “oh, poor Alena” to “ok yeah, she kinda looks hot with that tear streak and drool on her chin” without even noticing when my brain flipped.

The school setting is used in that dirty-fantasy way: empty locker rooms that are never actually empty, back corners of the gym where everyone somehow hears everything, classrooms where the door is fake privacy and half the girls outside probably know exactly what’s going on inside. There’s one scene where they make her keep her sport uniform on, just push the shorts aside and pull the top up, and it hits way harder than full nudity. She’s being ordered to bend over the equipment like she’s still just doing training, except instead of a coach yelling about stretching it’s a smug classmate smacking her ass until it turns red and then stuffing something inside her because apparently fingers weren’t enough. I liked how the game pretends you have “management” over her schedule and choices, but in reality the options are mostly like: “do you get used in the locker room or do you get used in the hallway where someone might walk past and laugh.” The illusion of control fits the humiliation vibe too well, to the point it actually annoyed me, but in a way that kinda works for the kink.

The animated scenes are where it really lives. They’re not super fancy, but the movement is just enough that when she’s on her knees, mouth full and eyes rolled up, you can watch that little jerk of her head when the girl in front of her grabs her hair and just jams it deeper. One angle shows her face going from scared to that stupid ahegao look, tongue out and everything, while another angle focuses on how far the toy or dick or whatever is actually inside. Sometimes they make her use toys on herself in public spots, like sitting her on some vibrating thing in the gym while other girls pretend everything is normal, then someone quietly flips the intensity up while asking her questions so she has to answer while her body is freaking out. There’s also this brutal bit where she’s pinned between two girls, one using her mouth, one taking her from behind, and they play it like a “test” she has to pass, spanking her whenever she slows down. It pretends to have different endings and “paths” depending on what you click, but honestly the real difference is whether she ends up kind of owning her role as the school’s dirty mascot or just staying this broken little toy that everyone keeps for their own fun. Either way, it’s girl-on-girl bullying that turned into full-on public use circus, and if that’s the headspace you’re into, this thing doesn’t really give you a way out. In a good way. Or a terrible way. Hard to tell.

Horny Model starts pretty simple on paper: asshole guy wants a girl who doesn’t want him, brings his bro into it, and things go very wrong in that slow, greasy way that makes you keep clicking even while you think “ok this is fucked up.” It’s not some sweet dating sim where you pick flowers and share feelings. This is more like watching a porn shoot where the “casting couch” idea gets stretched over days and weeks, and you’re the one poking every little boundary to see where it snaps. As someone who is poly and usually prefers open consent and everyone talking about feelings, it was weird to enjoy something where the whole point is gradual corruption and manipulation. Weird, but hot. And that made me a bit annoyed at myself and still horny, which is honestly a good combo for an adult game.

The game uses both male and female point of view, which I didn’t expect at first. One moment I’m in Peter’s head, being a smug little shit, pushing Lucy to show “just a bit more” skin for photos, acting like it’s no big deal. Then suddenly I’m looking at things from her side, overthinking everything, horny but confused, convincing herself this is “normal” and she’s just being friendly. That switch hits hard when scenes go from light teasing and “accidental” gropes into rougher stuff, like when the first spanking scene stops being playful and you realize she is already too deep into their game to really say no. There’s a masturbation scene in her room that actually felt kinda real: she’s trying to get off alone, thinking of them, annoyed at herself, then a message pops on her phone and totally changes the mood. It’s not just click sex, it feels messy like real horny brain. I love that. And at the same time, some parts feel rushed, like one moment she’s shy about stripping to underwear, and a couple clicks later she’s taking anal like she’s been training for it. No build-up, just “ok now your ass is ready, I guess.”

What hit me as a poly person is how they slowly turn her into “their” toy instead of just “his” girl. There is this one group scene where Peter and Roger treat her like a shared model, posing her, touching her, talking about her body like it’s a product. It’s totally male domination fantasy, they don’t hide it, but there’s also a fucked up sort of “relationship” feeling between the three. Not healthy at all, but still kind of intimate. Two guys using her, but also caring in their own twisted way: they check if she’s still “comfortable” while double-penetrating her, like that magic word makes it all fine. The AI images are sometimes uneven, tits change shape a bit between scenes, hands look weird here and there, and for some reason I kept noticing the background more than I should. But that unpolished, slightly glitchy look also matches the vibe: like some cursed OnlyFans project that started innocent and then spiraled into full-on sex toy, anal, toys, multiple penetration chaos. I had this moment where she’s half dressed, being teased, and I realized I was silently hoping for an option where she flips it and starts using them instead. That option never came, obviously, and it annoyed me more than the little UI things or the missing transitions. Still, I clicked every single branching choice I could find. And then opened Twitter and acted like I was a normal person again.

Fashion Spice looks harmless at first, like one more glossy fetish about models with huge tits fighting for the camera, but the game is way more fucked up and strangely smart about how it turns “levelling” into corruption. You start as this pretty regular guy tossed into the fashion agency circus, and the first “stats” you really feel aren’t your strength or charisma, it’s how deep you let yourself sink into the agency’s filth. Every scene is kind of a choice between staying human or becoming the kind of bastard the agency clearly wants. Except, little by little, the game rewards you more when you pick the bastard options. That’s the eroge style gamification here: the more you give in, the more the world opens, more girls, more monsters, more backstage privileges, more private shows in dark corridors with too much red light and not enough clothes.

What I liked is how the sex is not just thrown in like “ok, you clicked flirt, here’s generic blowjob.” There’s this scene early on with a shy new model, she’s supposed to do a lingerie test shoot. If you play it gentle, you get cute romance: slow undressing, tongue-heavy kissing, hands on her big ass, simple vaginal sex on the studio couch, kind of vanilla but sweet. If you pressure her a bit, flirt right on the edge, the system flags that in background and suddenly later on she shows up in some “special casting” where a tentacle horror from the agency’s basement “sponsors” new talent. That scene is a wild mix of fear and arousal, multiple penetration, one slick tentacle filling her ass while another pushes a toy inside her and she’s still trying to pretend she’s doing it “for the job.” It’s creepy as hell and hot at same time, like the game is trolling your conscience. The horror tag really shows when you realize those moaning, animated loops in the ritual room actually react to your past choices, not just play randomly. There is a lesbian path with one of the older MILF models that is way too short though, it builds up with all that teasing in the dressing room, mutual masturbation in front of the mirror, tongue work, nails on skin, then it kind of rushes to creampie with a guy in the next event instead of letting the girls breathe more. You get oral sex scenes where the girl is half terrified of what the agency will do if she refuses, then a moment later she’s riding you like a porn pro, and the game just shrugs like, “yeah, that’s showbiz, baby.” Choices really change who ends kneeling in a group sex shoot, who ends screaming in some bloody, tentacle-filled backstage nightmare, who actually falls in love, but the mobile UI makes some menus feel like using early Instagram on a broken phone, especially when your log of encounters gets cluttered. Still, you’re tracking “trust,” “submission,” weird occult “devotion” values, but none of that is explained cleanly; you just notice that the more a girl lets you grope her in crowded hallways or suck you off between two catwalks, the more the story paths twist into dark romance instead of just quick porn scenes. I kept telling myself I’d aim for the soft, romantic route, protect the girls, but the moment I unlocked the first full-on monster gangbang under the runway, with tentacles plugging every hole and cum dripping on designer shoes, I forgot all that moral stuff pretty fast. The pacing is like a messy house party where some rooms are chill, some rooms are outright satanic, and sometimes you open a door expecting anal and get a psychological horror cutscene instead. If you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, poke at the seemingly “wrong” answers, save before big choices, and never trust a contract that comes with champagne and a smile.

Third game in and my horny little heart is still weirdly attached to this dumbly cute sci fi story. My Furry Protogen 3 drops you right into the middle of drama with Juno, this adorable female protogen scientist who somehow manages to be both wholesome and a total cocktease in the same scene. One moment she’s all serious about saving the world, messing with gadgets, talking about dangerous tech, then suddenly you’re pinning her against a console and her visor is fogging up while she begs you to go deeper. It feels like someone mashed Mass Effect’s “we need to stop the bad guy” mood with the kind of furry Twitter art you scroll through while pretending you’re just “checking notifications.” The romance is actually sweet in a messed up way, she’s got that “I’m scared but I trust you” energy, then the game turns around and throws multiple penetration at you like yeah, emotions are nice, now rail her until her legs shake. Not complaining.

What I really liked is how the erotic scenes don’t just pop out of nowhere. You get these smaller little touches along the way that feel like warming up. A hand brushing her chestplate a bit too long while she explains something scientific. Juno leaning in way too close, her soft robotic purr getting lower when she talks about the enemy that almost killed her. There’s this one scene in the lab where she’s sitting on a chair, you’re supposed to be running tests, but her tail is twitching and her thighs are squeezed together and you just know what’s coming. The transition from awkward kisses to full-on vaginal sex with toys involved feels natural, like two people (well, one guy and one very eager protogen) who already know each other and finally stop pretending. And when you finally unload in her, the game doesn’t shy away from the mess at all. Creampie shots are front and center, sticky, dripping, her body shaking while she holds onto you like she’s afraid you’ll vanish. There’s a titfuck scene too that just sort of happens, like “ok, we did that now, moving on,” which is weirdly hot. Anal comes in at just the right moment, late enough that it feels like escalation, not just a checklist. Story wise, it tries to go big with the final confrontation and some truth about her past, sometimes it talks too much, like a VN that forgot we opened this in the same browser where Pornhub and Faproulette are pinned, but when the game shuts up and just lets Juno ride you slowly in a soft-lit cabin, visor flickering while she moans your name, it works in a very horny, very direct way.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.