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.

Summer in this game feels like that sticky week in August where everything is boring as hell, you’re scrolling on your phone, refreshing the same three apps, and suddenly you start noticing how your foster mom bends over in the kitchen. It plays right in that lazy suburb vibe: hot air, cheap fan, squeaky floor, and everyone in the house pretending to be normal while their clothes keep getting shorter. You’re the guy stuck in the middle of it, doing fake “quests” to make yourself feel productive while your eyes keep wandering to tits and asses you’re not really supposed to stare at. Of course you stare anyway. The game knows that. It pushes you toward it, slowly, like that first time you hovered too long over someone’s Instagram story, zooming in on the bikini shot.

What I liked is how regular moments get horny for no good reason. You wake up, walk to the kitchen, foster mom is there in a thin tank top with no bra, nipples poking through, and she just “forgets” to notice you’re basically eye-level with her chest when she leans down. The foster sister lounges on the couch in tiny shorts, legs open a bit too much, scrolling TikTok, pretending your gaze doesn’t turn her on. You get small scenes where you “help” her put sunscreen on by the backyard pool and your hand just stays on her ass a little longer, fingers sliding too close, and she shivers and pretends it’s just the wind. The voyeur stuff hits good too: passing by half open doors, catching her taking a selfie in the mirror with her tits pushed together, or seeing foster mom in the shower through fogged glass, hand between her legs, thinking no one is watching. Except you are. You always are. Sometimes the game makes you wait, which is annoying and kind of hot at the same time.

The lewd scenes themselves feel like a teenager’s fever dream that accidentally grew up a little. Handjobs on the couch while the TV is on, her stroking you under a blanket while the sound of some dumb sitcom laughs in the background. Big tits filling the screen when she “teaches” you how to relax, wrapping her fingers around your cock, slow and sloppy, eyes locked on yours like this is just another part of family life. There’s a bit with foster mom bending over to pick something up and if you played smart before, you can step closer, grab her hips from behind, let her feel how hard you are through your shorts. She pretends to resist for half a second, then pushes her ass back into you in this slow, greedy grind. And yeah, the asses here are exactly what the tags promise: big, bouncy, the kind that jiggles when you smack it and keeps jiggling a second too long. Sometimes the pacing drags, sometimes the dialogue feels like it was written by a horny guy who discovered Google Translate, but it sort of matches the messy, not-quite-right vibe of a foster family that suddenly feels way too intimate for comfort. It’s like being trapped in a long, endless, way-too-sexual summer, where every glance is a test and every “innocent” touch can turn into something you absolutely shouldn’t be doing, but do anyway.

You start as this “honored warrior” who’s basically walking into his own death like an idiot, thinking it’s all glory and songs and whatever. Then the game looks at you and says: actually, no, you’re not here to die, you’re here to fuck. That shift is what sold me. One moment you’re in this gloomy jungle temple, listening to priests talk about sacrifice and duty, and the next, some demon girl with ridiculous tits and a smug smile is grabbing your cock like it’s part of the ritual script. And it kind of is. The whole thing is built around breeding, not just sex as random reward. There’s this twisted idea that your body is a public resource for these monster girls, like your “heroic purpose” is to fill them until they’re dripping. It feels very on the nose, but in a fun way. The scenes are animated just enough that when a demoness is riding you, you see the bounce, the sweat, that heavy ass slapping on your hips, and the moment she makes you cum inside her is clearly the main point, not some optional thing. Creampie is framed like a sacred duty, which is hilariously philosophical if you overthink it a bit, so of course I did.

The jungle setting is actually kind of cool, even if half the time you don’t care because there’s a naked horned girl grinding on you. One moment you’re following this simple little quest marker to an ancient ruin, expecting another boring fight, and suddenly a monster girl pins you against a mossy wall and demands you “prove your devotion” by filling her pussy. There’s a harem vibe, but not the lazy kind where girls fall into your lap for no reason. Here they treat you like breeding stock with a sword, like you are a walking dick attached to a half-useful warrior. It’s weirdly honest. You make a choice in a dialog, think you’re being noble, and the “reward” is her turning around, lifting her tail, and forcing you to fuck her from behind until she’s full. Vaginal sex is the core, not a side menu. There’s this one scene where a demon girl with a massive ass keeps pulling you in deeper every time you try to pull out, like she literally refuses to let you waste a drop. Small detail, but the way her expression changes on that final thrust when you lose control inside her? That part stayed in my head way longer than it should. I got slightly annoyed that some of the quest stuff is just “walk here, talk, bang,” but then I’d see a new animation, like her belly twitching when you cum, and my brain went quiet again. It’s not some grand epic adventure, and the hero is basically a breeding tool pretending to be a warrior, which somehow feels more honest than half the fantasy porn games I tried on Nutaku and itch. Honestly, the game knows exactly what it wants: tits, rituals, demons, and your cum, all mixed into this dirty little “destiny” joke that gets funnier the more seriously the characters talk about it.

Plague in the kingdom, king on his throne shitting himself in fear, and you, the poor bastard who has to walk into a cursed forest with a cute elf wife who is way too good for you. That is the whole mood of Cursed Forest Quest – you are technically the hero, but it always feels like the story is asking what happens if the hero is soft, horny, and just a bit unlucky. Vallabelle, your elven wife, is the kind priestess type with huge tits, a perfect ass that does not make physical sense for an elf, and a smile that makes you think “ok, she is totally loyal, it’s fine” while the game quietly laughs in the background. The early scenes sell this perfect couple thing hard: sharing a campfire, she heals your wounds, teases you with a slow handjob as a reward for surviving the day, rides you with that soft priestess moaning, and you think, alright, wholesome, I can relax. Then the forest basically says, no, fuck you, this is a cursed land, and starts poking that little insecurity in your brain every time some other guy looks at her for more than two seconds.

What I liked too much, embarrassingly, is how the game uses “small” moments to kick you in the balls. For example, first time you get to a ruined shrine, there is a choice: go search for relics, or send Vallabelle to talk with the local spirit while you check the perimeter. I just clicked through, not thinking, checked a bush that had literally nothing important, and when I came back, the scene cut to Vallabelle slightly flushed, her robe messed up, her tits kind of out, spirit fading away, and her going “it’s fine, just a blessing.” That moment stuck in my head longer than the full-on vaginal scenes. Not even a big animation there, only small touches, like her avoiding eye contact. Later on there is an actual animated scene with her getting pounded against a forest altar, ass bouncing, moans way louder than anything she ever did for you, and that felt almost less cruel than that earlier half-harassment vibe, where you are not sure what happened but your dick and your stomach both react. By the way, the spanking stuff is weirdly casual here. Sometimes you get to spank her playfully as a “punishment” for teasing you in front of a guard, and she giggles and presses that big ass into your hand. Another time, some other guy does a very similar smack, and suddenly the camera lingers way too long, and she bites her lip in a way she never did for you. I hated that. I also replayed that branch three times to see if her expression changes with different quest choices. It barely does, which somehow turns me on more. The game likes to pretend you have control with all the quests and paths, and yeah, there are multiple endings and all, but honestly half the fun is realizing you clicked yourself into a timeline where you are basically watching your own wife get more “blessed” by the forest than cured. I wish there was a path where you could fully stay pure and keep her untouched, but also I really don’t, and it will never happen anyway.