Ever been smashed to the point where you can't even remember how bad your date was last night? The story behind those blackouts is something else entirely.

Imagine downing shot after shot in a crowded bar, your judgment slipping with every drink, eyes meeting someone who looks like trouble.

Could be the hefty fellow next to you with a smirk that tells you he’s up to no good, or the bubbly girl whose laughter sounds more evil than sweet.

Morning arrives like a slap, the room spinning, the taste of regret thick on your tongue, and snaps of the nightmare date flickering through your mind.

Here, laughter clashes with cringe-worthy moments as you stumble through nights you never wanted to relive.

Slip into the shoes of someone whose love life is a mess thanks to too many brews and bad decisions in smoky taverns.

Try to piece together the shattered memories before the next round starts.

Your moves stew into a messy pot of awkward drunk calls, bar brawls, and laughs that feel a little too real.

A savage yet funny look at nights we all pretend didn’t happen, mixed with oddball characters and messy hookups.

Pop open a cold one in-game and take your chances with fate, fatal drinks, and those unforgettable drunken disasters.

This one is like somebody mashed a feeder fetish Tumblr blog with a janky fantasy VN and then just said “yeah fuck it, ship it” and honestly, I respect that. You’re a magic user with basically one trick: make girls soft, heavy and completely addicted to stuffing their faces, and the whole game spins around that idea without pretending it’s about anything else. No fake epic story, no pretending this is some serious adventure. You flick some spells, shove more food their way, watch clothes lose their will to live and bellies start taking over their lap. It’s stupid in the exact way it needs to be.

The fun kicks in when you realize the “magic” is basically a permission slip for the game to crank the growth into stupid territory. You’re not just feeding her another slice of cake. You’re watching her thighs weld to the chair while she complains that she can’t move, yet somehow still reaches for that last plate. Her shirt starts out just a tiny bit tight, then a few clicks later it’s riding so high you’re staring at bare gut and the poor buttons look like they want to declare bankruptcy. There’s this one scene where she’s clearly trying to pretend she’s not turned on by how heavy she’s getting, but then she shifts her weight and her whole belly slaps down in her lap and she just freezes. The little blush, the awkward laugh, the “oops guess I overdid it haha” while she very clearly did not hate that at all. That moment hit harder than any generic porn game pose. Also the sound of her eating in some scenes is disgusting in the best way, just messy chewing and gulping that makes you feel like a total creep for enjoying it. Which you will.

It’s still a horny trash fire though, don’t get me wrong. Some of the dialog reads like it was written on a phone during a bus ride and then never edited, weird grammar and typos all over, and I swear one line had her talk about “losing calories” when she clearly meant gaining. There’s a bit of that “oh no I’m getting so fat, guess we have to keep going” copy paste vibe, which gets old in the middle, but then a new scene drops where she tries to stand and you can practically feel the chair begging for mercy and suddenly you forget you were annoyed. The pacing is all over the place too. Early on the changes are subtle, then at some point it just jumps from “kinda chubby” to “how are your knees still alive” with barely any transition. The game clearly hates subtlety. Also the UI looks like it was slapped together in five minutes using free assets; one of the buttons sits like 3 pixels off from where your brain expects it and it drove me insane. I kept misclicking it, then getting horny again, then getting annoyed again. Loop. But if your brain lights up whenever a girl groans about being too full while she still asks for more, or you like watching a cute character basically turn into her own couch, this thing pokes that part of your lizard brain over and over until you forget every flaw it has.