College looks normal on the surface: crappy dorm beds, group chats blowing up over nothing, professors who talk like podcasts on 0.75x speed. Under all that, this game quietly hands you a body that does not stay put. You start as this regular 18-year-old guy, horny and stressed and barely holding it together, and then your skin starts crawling in ways that aren’t just “I need to jerk off before lecture.” Limbs stretch when you panic, muscles twist into inhuman shapes, and your reflection occasionally smiles before you do. The story doesn’t treat it like some heroic anime glow-up either. It feels dirty, like your own body is hitting on you and you can’t tell it to stop. That’s the fun of it, though: you’re constantly one bad choice away from accidentally showing everyone that the cute freshman with the big cock can also casually grow tentacles out of his back.

What really hooks you is how the erotic stuff grows out of that corruption instead of being tacked on. One scene you’re trying to stay calm in a packed lecture hall while your power reacts to a random boner, and the next scene you’re in a bathroom stall, literally reshaping yourself just enough to jerk off without leaving obvious traces, only to lose control and end up painting the walls with thick, barely-human cum. And when the game starts playing with gender shift, it doesn’t pretend it’s some wholesome identity journey. You slide into a soft, curvy version of yourself with big tits and a fat ass because it feels good and because you realize how easy it is to make people stare. There’s a kind of wrong thrill in turning into a stacked girl to get closer to some dude who’d never look at you as a guy, then tempting him into a messy titjob or sloppy blowjob while your mind is still very much male, buried somewhere under the bouncing flesh and ruined mascara. The writing leans into that twisted mix of arousal and shame: you’re hard even when you don’t have a dick, dripping in all the wrong places, surrounded by people who think you’re just another thirsty coed while something inside you writhes like a monster in heat.

Then there are the actual monsters, the things that gave you this power in the first place. They don’t just show up for fights; they slither into the sex. Tentacles that push under your clothes when you’re trying to act normal on a date, thick coils sliding between your transformed thighs while you’re grinding on some unsuspecting classmate, that awful, amazing moment where you realize you can open yourself in ways no human body should and take every inch of it. Scenes stack up where you’re pinned to a dark alley wall, or bent over some forgotten rooftop edge, body shifting to accommodate impossible girth, every hole filled and overflowing until you’re basically covered in cum, breathing hard and half laughing because part of you likes being used like that. Sometimes you turn it around and use your powers to be the monster instead, growing extra hands for a rough handjob, reshaping your mouth for deeper oral, pushing into a wet, stretched pussy while your skin ripples and your partner doesn’t even notice at first. The horror part never totally leaves; even when you’re riding a dick or taking a monster cock, there’s this background hum that you’re one wrong pulse away from snapping into something no longer human. And yet you keep pushing, keep masturbating with a body that can grow new angles to touch, chasing stronger orgasms while you try to pretend you’re just a normal freshman and not a walking sex-horror glitch waiting to explode all over the world.

You’re the poor bastard who climbed the ladder just high enough that nobody shoots you, but everybody dumps their shit on your desk. Whole galaxy is rotting, planets choking on smog, priests screaming about purity, and you’re in a cramped office where the lights buzz like insects while you decide if some mining colony gets air filters or “thoughts and prayers.” And right in the middle of that, you keep tripping over women who want to fuck you, argue with you, manipulate you, or all three at once. Not because you’re some chosen hero, but because your signature can save their lives or destroy their whole world, and in this empire, pussy is just another kind of paperwork.

You start as this awkward virgin clerk who suddenly has real power, and the game never lets you forget how weird that is. One moment you’re reading a report about famine on a frozen shithole planet, next moment a bored noble MILF is sitting too close on your couch, pretending she’s worried about “trade quotas” while her hand creeps up your thigh. She’s old enough to have kids in the guard, tits poured into some ridiculous formal dress, and she’s treating your office like it’s a private bedroom. You can push her away and grill her about corruption, or you grab her hair and she drops on her knees between your legs and starts sucking like this is the only way she remembers how to negotiate. The game is blunt about it: she wants a better result on your decision, and she’s ready to slobber on your cock for it, lipstick smeared, eyes watering, trying to moan around your dick while you skim her file. And it’s fucked up, because while she’s gagging on you, you’re also actually reading the numbers and thinking, “yeah, this planet is screwed.”

That’s kind of how the whole thing feels: serious and horny at the same time, like someone mashed a grim sci fi bureaucracy sim with a porn VN and just didn’t apologize. There’s this cute junior scribe who brings you data slates and looks like she’s gonna burst from stress, and if you’re gentle, she slowly cracks, starts opening up about how terrified she is of getting reassigned to some nightmare warzone. First time you manage to calm her down, she leaves… but if you keep backing her, she eventually turns up in your room, shutting the door, cheeks red, hands shaking as she offers herself like she’s filing a desperate last-minute request. She’s still technically the one begging, but you KNOW the power is in your hands when she climbs into your lap and whispers that she’s never done this before, then winces as you push inside her, tight and wet and clinging to your shirt so hard the fabric creaks. And right after you finish, there’s this short, shitty silence, like “ok, cool, now you both work in the same office tomorrow.” No magic romance fade-out, just sticky thighs and a stack of forms on the desk you still have to sign.

What caught me was how your traits twist those scenes. Pick paranoid and you’re double-checking everyone, even when some guardwoman with arms thicker than your waist is riding your dick in a barracks bunk, using you like a toy because she’s lonely and half drunk, and your brain is still going “is she trying to get a transfer out of that meat grinder of a front line?” Go empath and it actually stings when a woman offers her body like it’s the last thing she has left to bargain with. You can still grab her by the hips and fuck her raw over your office table, her moans mixing with the quiet hum of cogitators, but it hits different when you realize her whole world literally hangs on the word you’re going to stamp on that form after you pull out and she’s dripping on your paperwork. The art has that rough AI feel sometimes, but every now and then a scene lands just right: a milf with tired eyes but a hungry mouth, a scared virgin biting her lip while you push in slowly, a smirking manipulator who’s clearly enjoying the game more than you are. It’s messy, it’s not “nice,” and it leans into the idea that in this empire, romance, lust, fear, and red tape are all the same fucking language. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Truck-kun strikes again and this poor shut-in kid wakes up in what feels like some horny MMO server that forgot to implement shame. The start is kind of funny, he’s just confused, staring at this fantasy city where every alley smells like sex and magic, and you can almost hear the goddess going “yeah, you’ll figure it out, good luck, idiot.” I went in thinking classic loser-isekai with big boobs slapped on top, but it actually leans hard into that “you are prey here” feeling. First time you wander near the red light area and see a fluffy fox girl arguing with a slime prostitute about who stole whose client, it hits you this place runs on lust as normal currency. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast too: there’s a scene where you peek through shuttered windows and catch a centaur girl milking a cow-girl, swapping buckets, both laughing, and you can just keep watching them get more handsy while the MC gets painfully hard and does nothing about it. Or you can interrupt like a creep and change the whole vibe. Totally didn’t reload that twice. Nope.

What surprised me is how the game keeps throwing you into situations where your dick is negotiating with your sense of self. The succubus you chase at the beginning feels like “main heroine” at first, she’s all teasing smiles and fake kindness, but later you realize she is farming you like a battery. The first time she pins you down, riding you while tentacles hold your wrists and ankles, dripping some glowing stuff on your chest that slowly changes your body, it’s hot and really unpleasant at the same time. There’s this detail where she makes you drink from her, and you see your own chest twitch like it wants to grow, then stops. It’s such a tiny thing, but it sells that you are one wrong choice away from full transformation. Then later a cow-horned brothel madam offers you a “job” where you can either fuck clients or be fucked by them, including some very pushy monster girls who pay extra to drain you dry. The prostitution angle is weirdly casual: NPCs talk about it like normal work, while you’re standing there half-naked in a collar, wondering why the hell this contract asks if you are okay with lactation scenes. There’s a repeatable event where a spider girl uses you as her personal toy, dangling you over a nest and milking you into jars, and the game treats it like just another shift. It’s messed up. I loved it. I hated it. I kept coming back to try different paths like some degenerate speedrunner, all while listening to old YMCK tracks in another tab and thinking, yeah, this is absolutely not how my childhood idea of “fantasy world” looked.

Guy gets dumped, thinks he’s rock bottom, ends up in a tiny coffee shop run by this Latina milf who looks like she walked out of a horny Instagram explore page. That’s pretty much the vibe here, but messier and actually kinda familiar if you ever worked in food service. You’re broke, tired, low self-esteem, and suddenly your new boss Carmen is yelling at you about spilled milk while her tits are just bouncing under this too-tight blouse that is absolutely not workplace approved. She’s the type who calls you “idiot” with this sharp tongue and then leans over you to “help” and your whole field of view is just cleavage and perfume. The game leans hard on that teasing thing: she knows you’re looking, pretends she doesn’t, then you catch this little smirk like she’s keeping score. It’s funny, because sometimes she’s all dominant milf boss energy, and then there’s a scene where you catch her late in the shop, half out of her cosplay outfit from some event she hosted, tits spilling out, trying to act all put together while she obviously wants you to just push her up against the counter. The sex stuff isn’t dumped on you in one go, it creeps up, like when you’re closing and she “needs help” reaching something on the top shelf and your hand is suddenly on her ass, and instead of slapping you she presses back into it just a little. That “just a little” is the part that made me squirm in a good way.

What I liked too, as someone who spends half her life in front of a webcam with horny guys tipping on OnlyFans and Chaturbate running on the side, is the voyeuristic parts. You come home from a long, shitty shift and instead of collapsing, you kinda accidentally peek through the apartment windows. Not your age girls. It’s the milfs. The bored wife next door, half naked on the couch with her big ass hanging out her shorts while she’s watching some dumb show. Another one in the hallway adjusting her bra, not realizing your door is cracked open and the animated jiggle when she tucks a tit back in is way too real. There’s a moment where you see Carmen through the blinds in her own apartment, sitting on the edge of the bed with a toy between her legs, still in that coffee shop blouse, panting your name, and you just stand there watching like a creep instead of knocking. The game does that a lot: it lets you be a little perv, staring, groping when you think you can get away with it, and then suddenly flips it so these women are the ones pinning you to the wall, taking your cock in their mouth without asking. Oral scenes feel like the focus, by the way. The angle is always “you’re overwhelmed and she’s in control”, like when Carmen drags you into the storage room, kneels between stacked coffee bags and just starts blowing you while still complaining about inventory. It’s hot and kind of stupid at the same time, which is perfect.

It is rough in spots. Some dialogs feel like they were written while watching porn with the sound off. I’m not mad about it though. You’re here for the milf fantasy, not Shakespeare. The 3D models are chunky in that “big tits, big ass, tiny waist, gravity is on vacation” way, with animated scenes that honestly reminded me of those cheap promo clips you scroll past on Pornhub, then go back to because the movement actually looks nice. Breast physics go a bit crazy sometimes, like the dev set the slider to “titty helicopter” and walked away, but whatever, I’ve seen worse on TikTok filters. Cosplay scenes are fun too, especially if you’re like me and spend too much time in half-assed cat ears taking custom requests. Carmen shows up one day in this stupid sexy maid outfit for a “theme day” at the cafe, pretends it’s “for the customers”, then corners you in the back and makes you clean up spilled cream off her chest with your tongue. Totally realistic. The dating sim part is there, with choices and little flirt options, but it feels more like foreplay than real romance. You say nice thing, she blushes, you pick the slightly bold line, she bends over further next time. If you’re the type who likes being the center of attention for older, confident women who know exactly what they want from your body and are not shy about using you, this hits that itch in a pretty direct way. Also, tiny thing that annoyed me: the coffee in the cups never looks hot. I don’t know why that bothered me, but it did. Anyway. Big milfs, big tits, lots of teasing and groping and getting sucked off by women who call you “boy” like they own your dick. Feels weirdly close to reading my cam chat fantasies, except here you actually get to finish.