Starship discipline is completely fucked here, in the funniest, dirtiest way possible. You get handed the captain’s chair on the Cerritos, but it feels more like they dumped you in a floating frat house filled with horny degenerates in Starfleet colors. Everyone is used to Admiral Freeman looking the other way, so when you start trying to clean things up, the crew basically tells you to suck it. Half the time you’re walking down a corridor and some ensign has their uniform half open, covered in cum, trying to hide a hard-on or wiping drool off their lips after “checking the sonic shower.” The ship looks like Star Trek, but the mood is more like a super trashy porn parody where nobody remembered the part about “professional behavior.” And you are absolutely encouraged to abuse that.

The center of the chaos is Beckett Mariner, of course. She knows you can’t just throw the admiral’s daughter out an airlock, so she tests every limit she can. One moment she’s lounging in your chair with her boots on the console, tits almost spilling out of her uniform jacket, fake-innocent face and those stupid ahegao eyes when you finally snap and drag her into the ready room. The game really likes that shift from “smartass brat” to “corrupted little cumtoy,” especially when you start using blackmail. You catch her in compromising spots, collect dirty data, and then slowly push things from “get on your knees and swallow” to “bend over the tactical console, I want to see just how tight that ass is.” She resists in that playful way at first, talks back, but the art leans heavy into humiliation: tears in the corners of her eyes, tongue out, mascara a mess, expression halfway between hating you and begging you to creampie her again. The AI-style CG is weirdly perfect for this kind of parody, everything slightly exaggerated, breasts too big for regulation uniforms, cumshots overdramatic, but it fits the whole “cheap bootleg holodeck program” vibe. And it is animated, so you really sit there watching her get filled, milk leaking, mouth drooling, your choices affecting if she ends up more broken-in, covered in bukkake like a used toy, or still pretending she’s in control while she rides you and moans your rank.

What caught me off guard is how the game doesn’t just stop at “straight captain dominates bratty officer.” Lower deck kids and random crew open up way dirtier routes. You walk into the cargo bay and spot two male ensigns “wrestling,” cocks out, one already dripping. That can spiral into you forcing them to service you as punishment, lining them up and choosing who takes you in the ass, who licks your balls clean, who drinks the load. There is gay stuff that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, more like the ship is just completely horny and nobody cares about orientation anymore. Then there is the whole trap and futa angle, uniforms hiding surprise dicks, big tits paired with a throbbing cock that strains the Starfleet fabric. One minute you think you’re punishing a cute, shy communications officer, next moment she drops her pants and you’re staring at a hard shaft and a wet slit both, and the game just goes “yeah, use all of it.” You can force them to suck you, fuck them until their own cum sprays on the control panel, or take it yourself if you lean into being a greedy captain who wants every hole filled. There are scenes where you make an officer pump milk out of her huge tits right onto the floor while everyone watches, or you order a line of crew to kneel and finish them off one by one, covering faces and mouths until they look like someone set a bukkake filter over a still from Lower Decks. Then there are cheating bits, too: married officers getting reamed in your quarters, whispering that their partner doesn’t touch them like this, while you record everything for later blackmail. It’s unapologetically trashy, sometimes mean, and occasionally so over the top you just start laughing, but it keeps that Star Trek parody flavor through all the corruption, like a filthy holodeck program somebody forgot to lock with a command code.

Extra Inches feels like somebody mashed a horny dating sim with a shitpost and then accidentally made it work. You start as this pretty regular guy, nothing special, and then suddenly you’re surrounded by people who are absolutely not regular at all. Girls with huge tits who lean way too close when they talk, hot traps who look better in panties than half of the female cast, a smug futa with a dick that makes you feel weird things about your life choices. The game never pretends to be classy. It just pushes you face first into all the “what if I tried this” fantasies you probably won’t admit out loud. One moment you’re chatting about school or work, next moment you’re on your knees with a cock in your mouth and you’re not even sure how the conversation got there, but somehow it feels right.

What I liked is how the scenes actually build, even when the art is simple. There’s this one route where you think you’re just flirting with a stacked girl, she’s got this tight top that can’t handle her chest, and you figure ok, this is basic fanservice. Then she pulls you aside, straddles your lap, starts giving you this lazy handjob while teasing your “cute little straight-boy act”, and you realize she’s not exactly what she looked like. The game doesn’t stop and shout “surprise, futanari” at you, it just lets your brain catch up while your cock is already committed. Same with the trap character: first meeting is playful, almost innocent, then later he’s on your bed, ass up, asking if you’re actually going to put that thing to use or keep pretending you’re just curious. And yes, there is anal, and yes, it leans into that “I shouldn’t like this as much as I do” feeling. I do wish the text box wouldn’t jump right when the best lines appear, it messed with my flow, but they probably won’t fix it and weirdly that fits the whole dirty, half-polished vibe this game has. The oral scenes are all over the place too: sometimes slow and sloppy, sometimes straight up porn-speed, no warning, just spit and gagging and you trying to click fast enough to see every frame. Character logic is a bit fucked, but in a fun way. One guy calls himself straight while he’s balls deep in a big ass that very clearly belongs to not-a-girl, and nobody comments. I kind of love that. It feels like a world where labels matter less than what you’re doing with your hands and mouth right now. And extra inches matter a lot.

It still pretends to be a dating sim on the surface, with choices and different paths, but the game knows why you’re here. You pick this answer or that one, and the end result is usually someone’s face near someone’s crotch. Sometimes the girls take control, sometimes the trap is topping you, sometimes you’re pounding a futa until her tits bounce off her chest and you forget which route you picked in the first place. The male protagonist is basically a vessel for whatever your brain wants that day. Gay, straight, bi, confused, whatever, the game doesn’t sit you down for a talk about it. It just keeps throwing scenes where you’re switching from eating pussy to sucking dick to pushing into a tight ass that clenches too hard on the first thrust. There’s a rough charm to it, like one of those messy but hot Twitter threads that goes way too far, except here you can replay it and try a different answer to see who ends up jerking you off in the park instead of at home. It’s crude, shameless, kind of dumb in places, and still weirdly honest about how horny people actually are when nobody’s watching.

There is this mid-level office dude, totally average, not a porn protagonist at all, sitting in his boring open space and realizing his sex life with his hot wife feels like the company PowerPoint template: functional, predictable, absolutely dead inside. The game picks up right in that quiet panic where everything is “fine” but your brain starts scratching at the walls. Instead of buying a sports car he discovers he’s turned on by the idea of other guys touching her. Not some deep romance thing, more like “what if she came home smelling like another man’s cum and I couldn’t stop jerking off about it.” The story leans into that headspace hard. You’re not playing some chad, you’re playing a guy who will spend half a scene zoning out while watching her text someone else, half horrified, half hard, checking his phone screen brightness like it’s going to hide the shame. And the game is very blunt about it: she’s not some vague fantasy cutout, she has a body that looks like it should be in a cheap tab you keep open in Chrome, big tits that strain her blouses, a butt that makes the office chair look like it’s doing something sinful, and a face that flips between sweet wife energy and “I know exactly what I’m doing to you” when she glances over her shoulder during a handjob.

What hits weirdly strong is how the “sharing” doesn’t stay abstract. It starts small, like you suggesting she wear a tighter top to a company drinking party and then trying to act casual when your boss stares at her chest too long. There’s this one moment where you’re walking home behind her and a random black guy passes and she just smiles a bit too brightly. The game zooms that tiny smile, the little animated pause, and you know exactly where the protagonist’s brain goes. Later, when she’s in a cheap hotel room with someone else, her tits bouncing in these jerky little loops, it’s not some soft-focus romance, it’s raw: his hands on her hips, her moaning louder for him than she ever did for you, and you sitting alone, making choices on your phone like some degenerate manager of your own humiliation. Sometimes you encourage her, sometimes you chicken out, sometimes you try to keep it “netorase” and it slips into full-on netorare anyway because she clearly enjoys the new dick more than she “should.” The scenes don’t hide it. You see her hand wrapped around another guy’s cock while she’s on call with you, hear the sloppy sounds, see cum painting those huge breasts that were “yours” yesterday. And the game keeps asking with these quiet little choices: are you still okay with this, or are you lying to yourself while you jerk off to your own heartbreak. It’s messy, horny, animated just enough that her shiver when he pushes in feels way too real, and the whole thing sits right in that uncomfortable place between fantasy and “oh fuck, this would actually destroy me,” which of course is exactly why it works.

Grand Butt-Sex Hotel feels like the kind of game teenage me always dreamed about finding on some shady Flash site, except now it actually runs smooth on my phone and doesn’t crash when the good part starts. You play this kinda hapless dude who walks into this fancy hotel thinking “oh cool, job, money, normal life maybe” and instead you get thrown into a place where the managers and guests are mostly tall smug futa ladies with thick thighs, huge tits and way too much money, who look at you like you’re a walking stress toy. The whole vibe is luxury mixed with porn parody, like someone mashed a five-star resort with one of those cursed hentai doujins you pretend you “found by accident”. You’re basically staff and chew-toy at the same time. One second you’re talking politely at the front desk, the next a classy futa businesswoman is pushing you against the counter and making you suck her cock while the elevator dings in the background. The game treats that as completely normal, which is honestly kinda funny and hot at same time.

What really hit my nostalgia brain is how the humor and horny stuff are glued together. The dialogue is full of dumb jokes, weird “rich people fetish” lines, and that slightly awkward English that somehow makes the dirty talk work better. There’s this scene where a petite “trap” guest shows up looking cute and shy, then calmly pulls out a suitcase full of toys and asks if you’re “hotel-certified” for anal service, like it’s spa menu item. You get the dating sim vibe, picking how polite or thirsty your responses are, and it actually changes how hard they ride you later. One futa with a giant ass teases you for being “vanilla” if you only go for oral, then drags you to her room, bends you over the bed and you feel like you’re signing a contract with your asshole. Some of the animations are nicely timed with the moans, especially the oral shots where your head is bobbing and her balls tap your chin, but then sometimes a loop will reset at a weird moment and my brain just goes “why did her hips teleport”. And the loading between scenes on mobile Chrome lagged right during a blowjob payoff, which annoyed me more than it should, but I still kept playing, because of course I did.

The hotel setting lets them throw in all kinds of guests: tall dark-skinned futa with big tits who treats you like a room amenity, some smug white CEO type who wants you on your knees under the table during “business calls”, a nerdy girl with glasses who secretly has the thickest cock and uses a vibrating toy in your ass while she scrolls on her phone, barely looking at you. There are races mixed, body types, a lot of big asses pressing you into fancy sheets. Sometimes the female domination goes pretty hard, like humiliating dirty talk while they make you lick their shaft clean after anal, and other times it’s oddly sweet, like a futa patting your head after using you and tipping you like a good bellboy. It’s funny, because the game pretends to be this outrageous fetish buffet, but the thing that stuck with me most was one quiet moment in a hallway, where you’re exhausted, cum probably still dripping somewhere, and a guest just smirks, adjusts her bulge, and tells you she booked you for “wake-up service” tomorrow. That tiny little line hit way harder in my head than half the loud scenes. Also, the hotel lobby music slaps in the weirdest way. I caught myself humming it while opening TikTok, which is completely wrong for this kind of game and now my brain is cursed forever.

What kind of story unfolds in this game? Experience a night where desire, betrayal, and wild games collide in a Halloween setting. Who are the key characters you interact with? Interact intimately with Alex, Anna, and Sierra, each bringing unique dynamics and intense chemistry to the party. What features distinguish this game from others? Your decisions carve multiple paths, leading to eight distinct endings that reflect your boldness or subtlety. Ready to unleash your darkest desires and see where the night takes you? Dive headfirst into this provocative world and experience every thrilling twist and turn.

In "My Tradwife is a Femboy?" you play as the vice president of Stunks Trading. After a series of disastrous investments, the company is on the brink of collapse. Then, a lifeline appears: a deal that could save everything.
There’s just one catch: you must marry the heiress of Anemaryn Capital.
Lucy seems like the perfect tradwife: 1950s dresses, vintage hairstyles, and a passion for cooking straight out of a 50s cookbook. But after the wedding, you uncover a surprising secret… your tradwife is actually a femboy?! Will it remain a marriage for appearance or grow into true love? Your choices will decide!​