BOOBIES v0.09
Multiverse gets fucked up, whole worlds go boom, and one horny idiot with a half-decent conscience ends up as the guy who picks up the pieces. That is basically this game. You’re not some shining hero, more like a pervert with emergency housing. You pull girls out of collapsing universes and stash them in your base, this weird limbo hub that feels like a mix between a shelter, a cheap motel and a porn set nobody cleaned properly. They’re all “exiles,” but the acronyms clearly spell what they really are: walking, moaning, incredibly self-aware fanservice. One room there’s a spider girl in a torn suit, mask half off, pretending she doesn’t like being pinned to the wall while your web is absolutely not the only sticky thing in the scene. Another room you’ve got that goth vampire cutie looking bored on the bed until you start talking about blood and collars and suddenly she’s kneeling, waiting for orders like you’re her personal priest of bad decisions. The game keeps this tone where it pretends it’s about rescue and healing trauma, then casually gives you a “spank until she confesses she likes it” option like that’s normal therapy.
The wild part is how it treats sex like both a moral question and a casual hobby. You’re making choices that shape who obeys, who falls in love, who just wants to ride your cock in the shower without any emotional nonsense, and the game doesn’t clean it up for you. You want to romance the stretchy mom from that superhero family, watch her slowly go from polite conversation to quietly begging you to grab her ass while she stretches around your hips, that’s on you. You want to chain the redheaded mermaid to a bed and test how many toys fit in places human anatomy textbooks politely ignore, also on you. There’s anal in cramped rooms, messy blowjobs where the girl wipes her mouth and still asks “more?”, shared beds turning into group scenes where spider girls, fighters in leotards and tentacled “roommates” suddenly decide they all want a turn. You can scroll your phone, check messages, assign “tasks” like you’re running a horny HR department, and somehow nobody talks about laundry. That annoyed me more than it should. Every choice is this ugly mix of care and control: comfort them, then collar them; listen to their story, then bend them over the table and fuck away their memories. It’s not tasteful, it’s not kind, and that’s exactly why the ethics feel sharp instead of fake. The game keeps asking, in its own pervy way: if you hold all the power, are you a savior, a dom, or just a soft-spoken villain with very patient, very wet captives.
Added: Feb 22, 2026 💬 8 🎮 1k