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Ship ★ 5.0
Ample Chests v0.1
Captain Ruby has this thing she does with her coat, right? Never buttons it properly. The whole first scene on the Ruby Diamond, I'm staring at the screen thinking about physics. Real physics, not game physics. Because the game physics are absolutely unhinged and that's the whole point. You pick choices and things grow. Not subtly. We're talking about a pirate adventure where the treasure is literally chest expansion and I respect that honesty. Trevor's there too, the only guy on the crew, and he's got this permanent expression like he won a lottery he doesn't remember entering. The 3DCG models have that particular shiny quality, you know the one, where skin catches light in ways that don't happen in nature. Camilla's introduction scene on the tropical island made me laugh out loud because her proportions are already ridiculous before any transformation stuff kicks in. Then you make a choice and suddenly her top is fighting a losing battle. The humor lands more often than it doesn't. Simone's dialogue especially has this deadpan quality that contrasts beautifully with the absolute absurdity of her... situation. The ship environments are honestly kind of bare. Like someone discovered water shaders and called it a day. But you're not here for naval architecture, are you? There's a sequence below deck that I won't spoil but let's just say the choice system knows exactly what you're clicking for and delivers without pretending to be deep storytelling. The big ass tag isn't lying either. Nobody skips leg day on this crew apparently. I wish the sound design had more going on, some creaking wood or ocean ambience, but it's mostly silence punctuated by voice clips that aren't. Sometimes the camera angles feel like they were chosen by someone who just discovered the orbit tool and got excited. Which honestly fits the whole vibe.
Big Boobs ★ 4.5
Don´t open the Door [Demo]
The first knock is just... a knock. You know? Before anything gets weird. Before your shirt feels tighter and you can't remember if you always had that little belly or if it showed up yesterday. Sarah's apartment has three rooms and a door. That door becomes the whole world once the RAG-virus does its thing outside. What got me was the hand check. You look at palms through the peephole. Sometimes there's teeth where teeth shouldn't be. Sometimes the flesh looks wrong in a way the pixel art doesn't try to smooth over, like someone drew it halfway between horny and upset and just left it there. The Visitor Testing System sounds technical but really it's you squinting at a low-res hand going "is that normal skin or is that something else," while the visitor murmurs about how lonely you must be, how warm it is inside, how easy it would be to just. To just. Sarah's body changes whether you want it to or not. The weight gain is the game's clock. Your chest gets heavy, your ass spreads, your belly pushes against the waistband. And the horror isn't separate from that. It is that. The erotic dread of your own shape becoming unfamiliar while strangers scratch at the doorframe wanting to feed you something. One visitor, I forget her name now, tells you she used to be a baker and her hands are clean but her smile doesn't close right and I noticed I was leaning toward the screen. I got distracted by the zipper on Sarah's jeans. The sound it makes when it won't close. Spent maybe too long thinking about that sound. The writing does this thing where danger and desire use the same words. "Let me in," "you'll feel so full," "it only hurts at first." Standard psychological horror tricks but applied to a body that's changing in ways some of us. Never mind. Multiple endings. I found one where Sarah gives in and it's not a bad ending exactly. That's the problem. Eight visitors with their own obsessions and one of them brought butter in a little dish and I don't know why that detail stuck but it did, the mundanity of it, the domestic horror of spreading butter on bread while your thighs get heavier and your mind goes soft at the edges. The game tracks infection percentage like a flirtation.