CheckedIn looks at you like that hot HR manager who says company rules are important, then spends the whole meeting eye-fucking you. You start as the new guy at this fancy hotel, still smelling like cheap deodorant and hope, and everyone acts professional for maybe five minutes before the flirting goes straight into “this is gonna ruin someone’s marriage” territory. Half the women have a ring or “taken” in their bio, and about zero of them act like that actually matters. It’s not subtle. You’re walking through the lobby and the married receptionist is licking her lips around a pen, leaning over the desk so hard her tits are basically a physics experiment, and the game just goes “yeah, this is fine, keep going.” And of course you do.

What I liked most is how work is just an excuse. On paper you’re doing shifts, dealing with customers, checking in guests. In reality you’re checking how fast you can get into your coworker’s mouth in the staff room without anyone walking in. You’ll be in a “serious” talk with your older manager, her blouse too tight, bra slightly visible, and the conversation somehow drifts from schedules to how long you can last with her on her knees. There’s teasing everywhere: a milf guest “accidentally” dropping her key card and bending over slow, a colleague comparing room service tips while staring at your crotch like it’s part of the menu. One moment you’re clicking through normal dialogue, next moment she’s under the desk, your character trying to talk about towels while she’s sucking him off, and you’re just sitting there thinking, yeah, this is exactly how hotels should work. The art has that AI smoothed look sometimes, but those huge tits in tight work clothes and fat asses under pencil skirts still hit way harder than my Instagram explore page. I kept zooming in on stupid stuff like stockings bunched around thighs, lipstick slightly smeared after a blowjob, tiny things that make it feel less like a sterile porn gallery and more like you actually messed someone up behind a locked door. And still, that tiny font on one menu drives me crazy and I keep forgetting which option I clicked, but whatever, nobody’s here for UX design.

What caught me off guard is how the “cheating” part isn’t just flavor text. The game really leans into it. You’re not just flirting with single chicks who pretend to be bad. You’re lining up late-night “meetings” with someone’s wife in a hotel corridor that looks way too quiet, kissing her while she nervously checks her phone, then pushing her against that beige wallpaper and pulling her panties aside because her husband is “out of town.” Sometimes you’re doing oral on them, sometimes they’re giving you head in a guest room that was supposed to stay empty, sometimes it turns into something that almost looks like romance and then the game reminds you she’s going home to another guy. That mix of dirty and kind of sweet is weirdly good. And yeah, there’s humor too, like a coworker cracking jokes while basically flashing you on purpose, or a scene where you’re supposed to be fixing a problem with a guest and end up buried between her thighs instead. It’s messy, horny, not pretending to be deep, full of big tits and big asses squeezed into “professional” outfits, and half the time you forget you’re doing any hotel job at all. Which, honestly, is probably the point even if no one says it.

Future matriarchy, soft boy protagonist, and a city where every woman looks like she could bench press your car and then sit on your face just because she feels like it. That is the vibe here. You play this cute, kinda pathetic in a hot way, guy tossed into a world where women run everything: government, corporations, street gangs, even the damn coffee shop. Men are treated more like pretty pets than equal partners, and the whole game pushes you to ask if you are fine being a pampered little slut or if you actually want to risk all that comfort to change anything. It sounds heavy, and sometimes it really is, but then it throws in a dick joke or a ridiculous dialogue choice and suddenly you're laughing while getting choked by a girl with biceps thicker than your thighs.

The core of it is pretty simple to explain, but it does not feel simple when you play. You talk, you choose, you grind stats, relationships shift, and your past choices come back when you already forgot them. Like that time I thought it was funny to tease a futa officer about her uniform being “a bit tight in the crotch.” Three scenes later she had me on my knees in a storage closet, one hand on my hair, reminding me exactly what I said and giving me a “punishment lesson” in oral that lasted way longer than I expected. If you lean into submission, women treat you like a living sex toy: collars, leashes, public humiliation, being paraded around by a muscle girl who casually flexes while your mouth is busy on her. If you try to push back, you get a different kind of heat: power struggles, angry kisses, rough sex where you suddenly realize you are not as in control as you thought. The incest angle pops up too, and it is not shy. There is that fucked up mix of “I know this is wrong” and “I want her to ruin me anyway” when your own family member corners you in your room, presses you against the wall, huge tits in your face, asking in a soft voice why you always look so cute when you are scared. The game never lectures you about it, it just lets you walk straight into that moral swamp and then wallow.

What surprised me is how often the game lets you be kind of romantic and filthy at the same time. One route, I played as this loyal, slightly confused guy who keeps falling for strong women who could literally snap his neck. There was this muscle girl who starts as your bullying personal trainer, always calling you “weakling” and making you do push ups while her cock print is right in front of your nose. Later you share this quiet rooftop scene where she awkwardly admits she likes that you do not run away from her size, then five minutes later she is riding your face so hard the world goes blurry and you can hear neighbors from the next building complaining. The tonal whiplash actually works. One moment you are in a silly dating sim argument about who pays for dinner, the next she is making you lick her sweat off her abs after a workout because “a good boy should not waste protein.” It pretends to be a sandbox, and sometimes that just means you wander around talking to weirdos, getting dragged into scenes with traps in cute outfits or mature women with big asses who use you like a toy and then send you a heart emoji on some fake in-game messenger app that looks suspiciously like WhatsApp. The game laughs at you in little ways: your character model is always a bit too pretty, the dialogue sometimes calls you out for being horny, and the moral questions are never neatly solved. You can join the dominant system or try to tear it down, but either way you are still sucking someone’s cock in a back alley at some point, and the game knows it and kinda winks at you. There is a nasty honesty in that, even when the pacing is all over the place and a few scenes feel like the writer just got distracted and threw in another blowjob. I got annoyed that one route locked me out just because I refused to kneel once, but then the next day I was back, trying again, because I wanted to see how far this cute little femboy could go if he stopped resisting and just let these terrifyingly hot women own him completely.

This one starts with a tiny runaway mouse boy stumbling into this absurdly huge mansion full of smug cat girls, and the size difference hits you in the face right away. He’s basically pocket-sized compared to their big curves and long legs, and the game never lets you forget it. You’re not “the hero”, you’re the help. Literally. A servant. Cleaning their mess, carrying things too big for your hands, getting shoved around by fluffy tails and thighs that could snap you in half if they got bored. And they do get bored. A lot. The tone dances between cute and cruel in this weird way: one moment a cat girl is rubbing your head like you’re a pet, the next she’s sitting on you just to see how long you can breathe under her ass. It sounds stupid when I write it, but in the actual scenes it lands somewhere between erotic and “wow, I really need therapy”.

The kinetic novel style makes it feel like you’re being dragged through this long teasing session that never quite goes where a typical porn game would go. You’re always under someone’s thumb or paw or ass. There’s lesbian stuff right in front of your eyes, and you’re just there, small and pathetic, holding towels and pretending it’s fine. The girls are all different levels of mean and sweet. One plays the “big sister” role, petting you, warming you against her chest, then casually smothering you with those huge tits while she flirts with someone else. Another is a full-on sadist with a sense of humor, laughing while she pins you with her bare feet and asks if you like being her toy, but the writing gives her these quiet moments where she almost sounds lonely. It’s romance, but twisted. Not hearts and flowers. More like “I might love you, but I’ll still use you as a cushion while I read.”

The giantess angle sneaks up on you when the scale suddenly shifts in some scenes and you really feel how tiny the protagonist is. There is this one bathtub scene where you’re basically like a living bath accessory for a lazy cat girl spread out in warm water, her big ass half submerged, tail flicking, and she makes you scrub her while she casually talks about your future like you’re a piece of furniture she’s planning to keep. It’s hot and humiliating in the same breath. The humor keeps it from feeling too heavy, with little gags about you getting stuck between pillows that are not pillows, or almost drowning under some cat girl’s tits while she “forgets” about you. I kept wanting more agency, but at the same time, the lack of choices fits the whole fantasy: you’re small, they’re not, and the mansion belongs to them. You just exist in their world, a toy that occasionally talks back. And yeah, they tease the idea that even a tiny mouse boy can change things in this house, but most of the time you’re just trying not to get crushed under a horny cat girl who thinks “romance” means sitting on your face because it makes her laugh.

Everyone tells you college will change your life. In this one it changes before you even unpack your damn suitcase. You’re this clueless freshman, half horny, half anxious, dragged into a house party hosted by Devin, the kind of guy who somehow knows everyone on campus by day two. The place is the usual student chaos: solo cups everywhere, some shitty playlist on loop, people grinding in the kitchen for no reason. And right in the middle of it, someone pulls out a bottle and suddenly the whole night turns into one long “how far will you go if everyone’s watching” test. Nothing hardcore at first, just little dares, stupid teasing, that slow, annoying build where you keep thinking “ok now someone is finally going to take something off” and then they chicken out. Or you accidentally click the “wuss” option because your finger slipped on the phone screen and now the whole room is laughing and you kind of deserve it.

The game feels like you’re poking around a messy Instagram story you can actually control. It’s point and click, yeah, but it’s more like reading horny chat logs that suddenly turn into choices you’re not ready for. You creep through rooms, find people alone on balconies, half-dressed in bathrooms, making out in dark corners, and you get that voyeur vibe going strong. Like that moment you walk in on two girls arguing over a dare and one of them is already topless, arms crossed over these huge tits that the artist clearly loved way too much, and you’re just standing there pretending you were totally looking for the fridge. The game lets you lean into that creeping, makes you peek around doors, hover your mouse where you shouldn’t, check a mirror to catch reflections of someone stripping in the other room. It’s a “no actual sex yet” kind of ride, but they push groping and grinding and clothes coming off so close to the edge that you’re basically begging the story to misbehave. There’s romance too, in that messy party way: you flirt with one girl, tease another, accidentally walk in on some interracial couple making out on the couch, and the game just shrugs like “you want to join or what.” And then suddenly it’s asking you to choose who you really want to impress, even though you kinda want them all, because harem brain hits fast when you’re a horny freshman with zero real-life experience and too many options.

What I like is how the text keeps clowning on you. You choose the “smooth” line and the narration throws shade like “wow, you really said that.” The humor is dumb, self-aware, a bit trashy, and the AI CG girls somehow look both cute and a little uncanny at the same time, which accidentally fits the whole awkward college vibe. Big asses in tight jeans, short skirts that are just waiting for some drunken exhibitionism dare, that one shy girl who turns into total chaos when someone suggests stripping for “equality,” and the way the game slowly corrupts your choices. At first you play nice, you’re empathetic, you worry if someone is uncomfortable. Later you’re clicking on options like “keep staring” and “touch her ‘by accident’” and pretending you’re still a good guy. You’re not. You’re the dude who learns the timing of the bottle spins to aim it at the girl you want to undress, the dude who checks the patio window just to catch someone grinding in the dark. It’s messy, horny, text heavy, more teasing than payoff, like one very long party that never quite ends in a bedroom, but you stay anyway because every new spin of the bottle might finally cross that line you want it to cross. Or maybe you just want to see who drops their clothes next. Same thing.

Your little scrap of a raft dies on the shore of a hot, sticky island, and somehow you’re still thinking about pussy and power. Priorities, right? Then you realize where you are. This isn’t just some random tropical rock with coconuts and crabs. This is *that* island. The one every pervert on certain Discord servers screams about. Maiden Island. All those rumors about the empress, Boa Hancock, parading around with that impossible ass and attitude? Yeah, she actually exists here, walking around like she owns the entire ocean, and honestly, she kind of does. You’re the unlucky idiot who washed up here with a Devil Fruit that doesn’t promise fire or lightning or some cool logia stuff. No, yours twists bodies. Makes muscle bloom where soft curves used to be. Not just “a bit toned” either. We’re talking from thick to gym freak to full-on amazon that looks like she could bench press the Thousand Sunny and then use you as a tiny cock toy after.

The game basically throws you into this sandbox and tells you: “Alright, perv, go ruin these women in the best way.” Nami’s here too, wandering around like she’s on a tropical side quest, tits bouncing like she never heard of proper support, already stacked but still so small compared to what you can turn her into. At first she’s all wary, wants berries and maps and safety, then a few events later she’s flexing for fun, checking her new biceps with this mix of fear and secret horniness. That scene where she catches herself in the water reflection, bigger than she was that morning, gripping her own thigh because it looks too strong to be real, then asking you in this half embarrassed way, “You did this, right?” That one stuck with me. Not even the sex, just that weird little “oh shit I like this” moment. Boa is different. She starts at “you’re trash” and somehow gets even worse when her back gets covered in thick muscle and her thighs turn into soul crushing traps. There’s this one night scene where her silhouette blocks the moon and she makes you kneel, and you realize your transformation fetish and your humiliation kink are shaking hands and laughing at you. The game lets you push them through four muscle stages, and each jump feels like a new kink unlocking, with clothes fighting to hold on, boobs still huge but now packed on top of hard, veiny slabs. Sometimes it looks a bit crazy in the CG, like her arm should be illegal in half the world, but then she grabs you by the neck and it stops mattering.

What surprised me is how much time you actually spend worrying about food. These aren’t dainty anime waifus who nibble on one rice ball and giggle. You turn them big, they eat like gods, and if you don’t manage your storage right they get pissy and unstable. I liked that stress. I hated it too, but in a good “what the fuck am I doing with my life” way. You’re running around this sunny island, trying to juggle hunger meters, trigger scenes, and still find time to drool over Nami’s shorts getting tighter and Boa’s ass growing into some supernatural monument. It’s kind of funny how the game treats all of this as normal. “Oh, of course you want to turn every woman into a towering amazon with giant tits and tree-trunk legs, what else would you do with god-fruit?” There’s humor everywhere, stupid little gags, side comments that feel like the dev also scrolled too much Rule 34 and just decided to stop pretending. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you grind for food for a while, then suddenly you’re in a serious story scene about loyalty and power and all you can think about is how her lats are wider than the door she just walked through. I wish there was an option to tone the boobs down for one run, just to see pure muscle focus, but it’s never going to happen, the game is fully married to big tits and big everything. It’s messy, horny, oddly cozy, and completely obsessed with watching these famous girls slowly outgrow their own bodies until you’re not sure if you want to worship them, fear them, or just get crushed under a single lazy thigh squeeze.

Shy boy Riko shows up in this nowhere town, clutching his bag like it will save his virgin soul, and the first thing you notice is how small he feels compared to the house he walks into. Auntie opens the door with this lazy smile, tits pressing against her too-tight top like she forgot she has a nephew now and not a fuckbuddy from college. She leans in for a hug, his face ends up right between her boobs, and the game just stays on that angle a little too long. Not complaining. Inside, the whole place is this weird mix of normal family home and pervy stage. Kitchen where “family dinners” happen, hallway that’s somehow always an excuse to bump into someone’s ass, his tiny room where he pretends to study while something obscene wiggles on the other side of the wall. There is no slow burn. You get teased every time you click something. Sit at the table? Aunt bends over to grab sauce and her huge ass fills the frame. Go to the bathroom? Someone “forgot” a bra the size of his head on the sink. School is not safer either, just more skirts and more excuses to get pinned against lockers by girls who are way too comfortable touching him.

What really gets me is how the game pretends to be this casual sandbox while it quietly turns you into a complete pervert. At first you’re like “ok, I’ll just talk, be polite, I’m a good boy” and ten minutes later you’re timing your walk through the hallway so you can “accidentally” brush your hand along cousin’s petite butt when she squeezes past you. There is this one scene where Riko falls asleep on the couch, TV still running, and wakes up to someone’s hand in his lap. You don’t see the face right away, just the hand moving, the fabric stretching. Then camera pulls up, and it’s not the one you expected. I actually said “oh fuck off” out loud and then kept watching anyway. The futa angle creeps in like that, not all at once, more like “hey, you thought she was just a tomboy? surprise, she’s got more dick than you and is perfectly happy to grind it against your ass while pretending it’s just a joke.” The teasing never really stops. They grope him in the kitchen, at school, in the damn stairway. You think you’re in control because you choose where to go and who to visit, but every path ends in someone pressing their body on him or flashing tits when he turns around. Sometimes the humor lands, like when Riko tries to watch a “serious” movie with Aunt and she uses his lap as a pillow and just keeps shifting, her big ass moving like it has its own agenda, and he’s trying to hold the popcorn without dropping it while his dick is screaming. Other times the jokes are so stupid I opened Twitter and scrolled for a bit instead of clicking, but then I came back because the animations have this filthy charm. Bodies feel heavy, boobs have weight, asses jiggle when you slap them, and the whole thing looks just awkward enough to feel real, like some horny home video with a budget. I kept wishing there was some small quiet moment where nobody is trying to grind on him or call him “good boy” in that too-sweet family voice, but yeah, that’s not happening here and you know it the second Auntie “accidentally” grabs his cock through his pants while “searching his pockets for keys.” Riko pretends to be shy. You pretend to care. Everyone in that house is one wrong move away from fucking on the dinner table and the game knows it.

Silvergate City looks normal when you first load in, just another campus with horny students and some hot teachers walking around, but this thing is basically built like a porn version of Twitch meets a trashy harem anime. You’re this guy trying to blow up as a streamer while juggling college, and it sounds kinda cringe until you realize every “stream event” is just an excuse to shove you into new situations with thick milfs and stacked classmates who apparently don’t know what a bra is. One minute you’re sitting in a boring lecture pretending to take notes, next minute your prof bends over the desk to “explain the material” and the camera in your bag is still on. The game leans hard into that school fantasy where nobody acts like a real adult and everybody’s down for some stupid risky shit in the hallway. It’s not subtle. Passed-out subtlety in a locker somewhere.

What actually hooked me is how your streaming career and your sex life are kind of the same thing. You pick what kind of content you do, who appears with you on camera, how far you go, and suddenly you’re not just unlocking scenes, you’re building a reputation. Do you become that dude who only collabs with older women with fat asses and that “I should know better” look, or do you play the nice guy for the shy girl with giant tits who secretly wants to ride you on a classroom chair after everyone leaves? Some choices feel small at first, like changing the title of a stream from “Study With Me” to something way filthier, then you see it pay off later when a milf from town goes “oh, I saw that video of you” and then she starts locking the shop door behind you. I had one run where I was trying to romance this one girl properly, like flowers and slow flirting and all, and at the same time I was banging her neighbor during “late night Q&A”. The game doesn’t slap your hand for it, it just quietly sets you up for that moment where both of them realize they’ve been watching your streams. That whole scene in the dorm corridor, when notifications keep popping on your phone while you’re still half naked, was messy in a fun, stupid way.

It calls itself an adventure and yeah, it actually kind of feels like one, mostly because you’re wandering around trying to figure out which place hides the next horny event. You might be going to the gym thinking you’ll just grind stats, then boom, trainer with a ridiculous ass starts “correcting” your squat form and you can practically feel her pressing against you even though it’s just 2D. There’s humor all over, sometimes it works, sometimes it lands like a dead fish. There’s this one recurring joke about your chat spamming dumb emotes whenever something sexy happens, and at first I laughed, then by the twentieth time I wanted to strangle imaginary viewers, but whatever, I still kept reading them. The game loves to tease, make you wait for that full-on scene, then just when you think it will blueball you again, it lets you pin a milf against the washing machines in the dorm laundry or sneak under a teacher’s desk while she’s pretending to be strict. The writing swings between goofy and surprisingly hot, like it can go from meme-level jokes to a really detailed blowjob description in one click. It’s not classy, it doesn’t try to be, but if you’re into juggling multiple lovers, watching your choices slowly snowball into a messy harem where everybody knows you from your streams, and seeing big asses and bigger tits squeezed into “totally not school appropriate” outfits, this thing gets pretty filthy in the best kind of trashy way.

This one feels like somebody took a messy crime drama, smashed it into a horny monster-boy VN, then forgot to sand the edges, and honestly that kinda works. You play this bottom-tier yakuza loser who keeps fucking up, the kind of guy who probably gets lost using Google Maps, and in pure panic he calls up a demon. Not some cute imp either, but Ambrosilas, this tall murder genie bastard with horns, claws, and the kind of body that looks like “gym is my religion and also I kill people.” He has this very clear rule set: you give him evil people to slaughter, or he slaughters you instead. Super simple. You immediately screw it up of course, because your target turns out to be... not that bad. And then it becomes this slow car crash where you flirt with the thing that could rip your spine out, while trying not to accidentally send him after someone who just litters too much or something.

What I like is how the game keeps sliding between stupidly funny and surprisingly sweet without ever really warning you. One minute your guy is shitting himself because Ambrosilas is casually talking about ripping organs out, next minute he’s like “ok but do you think my ass looks good in this” and the demon actually answers. There’s a sex scene where you end up with your face shoved in the sheets while this huge demon dick pushes in, and in the middle of it he’s calmly interrogating you about why you joined the yakuza, like it’s a therapy session that happens to include anal. The writing sometimes feels like fanfic written at school on a phone, then you hit a line where Ambrosilas gets genuinely offended that you think he can’t be romantic, and suddenly you’re weirdly invested. Also there’s this tiny pointless choice about what snack you buy at a convenience store that never really pays off and it annoyed me way more than the actual death threats. I keep wondering why they let me pick it if nobody was gonna comment that I bought the worst chips. But whatever. When the demon pins you against a filthy wall and growls in your ear about how “filthy humans like you only deserve pain, unless you beg better,” your brain just short-circuits. The yaoi stuff hits hard too, especially when the MC starts realizing he’s not just scared, he’s turned on by the claws on his throat, and he keeps trying to joke his way out of it like that makes it less gay. It doesn’t. And then the romance creeps in from the side, half hidden under threats and black humor, like when Ambrosilas grumbles that you’re an annoying criminal but still shields you with his body from another monster, like some fucked up demon boyfriend you absolutely should not introduce on Discord. It’s chaotic, horny, sometimes clumsy, sometimes oddly gentle, and it all kind of fits this idiot criminal falling for a murder genie who really, really enjoys rearranging people’s insides.

Tiny northern village, cold air, warm mouths. That’s the vibe here. You play this city-trained chef who drops into a place that looks quiet from outside, but every person you meet is either horny, weird, or both. The “friend’s restaurant” is basically your hub of chaos. You start chopping onions and two minutes later somebody’s hand is around your cock under the prep table while you’re trying not to burn the sauce. It’s got that small-town feeling where everyone knows everyone, and everyone wants to know what’s in your pants. Half the time you’re cooking, half the time you’re wondering how the hell this tiny village ended up with so many hot moms, pushy coworkers and straight up monster babes walking around like that’s normal.

The restaurant is your excuse to bump into all of them. Milf regular who pretends she only comes for the soup, but keeps “forgetting” her panties. Coworker that gives you shit about your knife skills while very calmly pressing her foot into your crotch behind the bar, like that’s part of the job. There’s a monster girl from the edge of the village who shows up after dark, hood on, wants something “rare” and ends up with your dick in her mouth under the table while you pray nobody walks in. Scenes don’t just pop out of nowhere, they grow out of these little moments: wiping a counter together, joking about some stupid order, then suddenly she’s got you pinned against the fridge with her knee between your legs and this look like “you’re not going anywhere”. Sometimes you’re the one in control, sometimes they just use you like a toy and you kinda love it. The game leans into that mix of romance and being absolutely manhandled, with enough humor that it doesn’t feel like some edgy teen fantasy, more like a dirty sitcom that got left alone with a porn budget.

Sex itself gets pretty spicy. Proper animated stuff: slow strokes when a milf wraps her hand around you in the storeroom, sloppy spit when a girl goes down on you behind the closed kitchen door, her lipstick smearing while she tries to keep quiet and fails. Foot stuff shows up in the funniest moments, like you’re at work, having this serious talk about menu changes, and under the table she’s already nudging your cock with her toes, then sliding her sole up and down while still arguing about garnish. There’s lesbian bits too, like catching two village girls in the back after closing, one fingering the other over the sink while they think nobody sees them, then pulling you in because “we might as well use the chef too”. Masturbation scenes feel oddly personal, like the milf next door riding her own fingers while thinking about your cooking, or the monster girl in the woods grinding on your discarded jacket. Vaginal, oral, handjobs, even that scene where a woman rides your face like she owns the place and then makes you beg before she lets you fuck her. It’s all pretty raw, a bit goofy sometimes, and weirdly cozy for a game with that much spit, cum and moaning going on in a village with sheep in the background and a restaurant that absolutely would fail a health inspection if anyone saw what really happens in that kitchen.