Become Alpha is a porn game with tons of memes, kickass branching storyline, quests, RPG-like experience system, and a possibility to have sex with many partners. It's also pretty damn funny. The story is about Harry Panuchkin who's a nerd and a wannabe gangster. He has a big dick, but never actually used it. It's your job to help him get the pussy and make him a proper alpha male, that he always wanted to be.

Guy goes out, fucks his dream girl, then life absolutely body slams him. That is basically the tone here. You start as this pretty regular dude who somehow scores the hottest girl around, gets a night full of sloppy kissing, wet panties, nervous first-time energy, and a ridiculous amount of teasing. She rides your face, you worship her tits, she grinds on your cock until both of you are a sweaty mess, and then the whole thing gets wrecked by her psycho dad flying off the handle. Violence, panic, lights out. Coma. You wake up years later with your dick still working, but your brain missing the whole damn night. What sticks is just flashes in your sleep: a warm pussy clenching around you, soft feet on your chest, a girl whispering “cum in me” in that needy voice that makes your balls tighten. You wake up horny, confused and kind of pissed off at your own memory. Pornhub doesn’t help, Xvideos doesn’t help, nothing hits the spot because it all feels like an echo of something real that you can’t grab anymore.

Then the doorbell rings and there are three girls outside, all looking like the one from your dreams. Same face, same fuckable body, different flavor of crazy in the eyes. They call you in ways that are too familiar, they smile like they already tasted your cum before, and they move into your life like it was always planned. From that point the game really leans into the mess. You’re juggling romance routes where you kiss them slow on the couch and routes where you’re slamming them against the kitchen counter, pulling hair, making them choke on your cock until their mascara runs. One scene you’re trying to be gentle with a “virgin” act, next scene you’ve got one of them on all fours, ass up, while you spit on her hole and push in, her fingers clawing the sheets. The cutscenes love close-ups: tongue on clit, lips wrapped around shaft, toes curling when you press your thumb into their wet spot. There is a bathroom scene that really goes hard on the whole piss thing, and the camera just stays on it too long, like the dev was way too proud of that animation. Creampies get their own little moment, with your cum pouring out and the girls either freaking out about pregnancy or low-key thrilled by it, depending on how corrupted you’ve nudged them. Sometimes the male dom vibe feels powerful as fuck, with you ordering them to lick each other, clean your cock with their tongues, or sit on your face one after another until you can’t breathe. Other times it’s awkward as hell and a line delivery just kills the mood, but you still keep clicking because the next scene might have one of the twins sucking your fingers after you pull out of her ass, or a slow, lazy morning blowjob that starts as cuddling and ends in her swallowing with a shy smile. It never really pretends to be classy, which is kind of the charm and also exactly the problem.

Game hits you with that cheap jump scare first, like some old YouTube screamer, then suddenly you are just in this tiny bedroom with a catgirl kneeling on your mattress, tail flicking, hoodie half open, like she respawned out of your search history. She talks way too casual for something that was licking your cheek a second ago, and her robot buddy on the desk keeps beeping horny little comments, like ChatGPT but if it was allowed to be a total perv. The vibe is weirdly cozy and fucked up at the same time: lights low, messy floor, VR headset tossed in the corner, browser on incognito, and this girl with ears and a collar explaining that you “kinda accidentally” asked for her during a lucid dream. Then your tanned childhood friend just barges in, sweaty from practice, sports bra under that loose shirt, thighs looking like she can snap your neck, and the game instantly goes from awkward hentai scenario to full “oh no I have to actually choose between them” chaos. Except it does not let you stay pure for long, because the sandbox part kicks in fast.

What sold me is how the lewd stuff slowly crawls from goofy to really filthy. At first it is innocent groping “for data”, the robot telling her to test your stamina, her sitting on your lap casually while pretending it is a “science experiment”, your dark skinned wrestler buddy teasing you by pinning your arms and grinding down “like training mount control”. Ten minutes later you are in this bizarre three way exhibition setup where the robot projects your porn search stats on the wall while catgirl milks you with her tits, long slow titfuck while she purrs and leaks a bit of milk herself if you pushed her down the lactation path earlier. Yes, they actually track that with little stat sliders tucked in your phone menu, same place you manage pregnancy risks and suppression pills, which is so on the nose it becomes funny. You start checking fertility charts with the same seriousness I normally keep for Google Analytics, except here the KPIs are “days until catgirl goes into heat” and “chance that the wrestler gets creampied after shower scene”.

Game keeps mixing cute and messed up like that. One route I picked had the tan friend challenge you to a “submission match” on the living room floor, loser has to obey for the night. I tried to play fair, ended up with my face in her armpit and my hands tied behind my back with a belt. She rode my mouth first out of pure spite, grinding till she actually squirted all over my chin, laughing when the robot measured the splash distance. That same run, later, she made you fuck her from behind in the hallway with the door half open, neighbors’ footsteps outside, her moaning way too loud on purpose so you feel that humiliation creep in while still pumping her full and watching her stomach twitch when she feels the cum spill deep. The catgirl route goes more horror and sci fi if you lean into the superpower stuff: she glitches the lights, pulls some psychic domination, freezes your body mid stroke so she can sit on your cock and edge you, denying the orgasm until you are shaking, then forces a raw creampie where her eyes roll back ahegao style and her belly gives this tiny bump animation after. At one point she makes a clone of herself out of this slimy monster girl goo, and suddenly it becomes a group sex scene with two catgirls giggling while they share your dick between mouth and ass, keeping you right at the limit, the robot counting “denied orgasms: 7” in the corner like some cursed Excel sheet. I kinda hate how the UI sometimes bugs and the text boxes overlap in the most intense moments, but when you are watching an elf cosplay scene where your tanned fighter wears fake ears and gets throat fucked on the couch while the real catgirl records from the wardrobe crack, you just let it slide. Vaginal, anal, oral, handjobs under the table while you pretend to play a horror game, lesbian domination where the wrestler slaps the catgirl’s ass till it goes red and makes her lick your shaft before she sits down on it herself, even a messed up virgin blood fetish joke when you finally break that hymen flag on one route. It is all there, messy, horny, way too raw, like someone dumped their whole tag history into one save file and forgot to clean the edges.

Mirabel sneaks off to this hidden clearing like it’s her personal sin corner, and the whole thing feels a bit like somebody mashed Hogwarts Legacy with a trashy BDSM doujin they didn’t want their mother to see. She’s this shy plant nerd, clearly styled after Professor Garlick’s vibe but more… breakable. At first she’s just there “for research” and yeah, sure, we all tell ourselves that when our browser history looks like a sex shop catalog. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be innocent. One strange plant, one curious touch, and suddenly she’s moaning, getting more turned on than she’s willing to admit even to herself. The corruption isn’t instant, though. You see that weird mix of shame and need in her face and in the way she hesitates before the next thing, like she’s trying to remember how a good girl is supposed to act while her body already betrayed her.

What works is how the domination slowly tightens around her without some fifty-text-box lecture. One moment she’s just exploring, the next she’s got her ass in the air, cheeks red from spanking, tears in the corners of her eyes, and some smug bastard is using her like she’s homework he’s too lazy to do properly. There’s a nice shift from her trying to resist to those little slips where she pushes back with her hips, or spreads her legs a tiny bit wider when she thinks nobody is noticing. The humiliation hits in those tiny details too: her trying to cover herself, failing, being ordered to show everything, like she’s just another toy to be tested. That first time the plug goes in and she gasps, half terrified, half addicted, kinda lingers in your head afterward. Anal isn’t treated like some huge “special scene,” it just appears as another way to own her, to see how far she can bend before she breaks. Vaginal, anal, fingers, toys, all get mixed with commands and mockery, and it’s messy in that way that feels a bit too real, like watching somebody realize they love being degraded more than they love their own dignity.

It’s also funny in a fucked up way how the forest clearing ends up feeling more like a dungeon than the castle dungeons ever did in the original Harry Potter stuff. No elaborate chamber, no dramatic spells, just trees, roots, and Mirabel on her knees, getting used. Visuals lean hard into those facial expressions, that “I hate that I love this” look, so even when the animation hiccups or a pose holds too long, the mood still sticks. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, like you expect a proper build-up and suddenly she’s already taking it deep and begging for more, and then the scene slows again for a close-up of a toy pushing inside. It’s clumsy, but in the same way a rushed quickie behind the greenhouse can still be the thing you think about later while scrolling through TikTok with one hand and not touching your phone with the other. There’s no big moral, no attempt to make Mirabel “grow as a person.” She just grows more obedient, more filthy, more owned, and the game doesn’t apologize for it even once.