The whole thing starts with a wet squelch that I still can't get out of my head. Not the transformation itself, that's just a flash of light and suddenly you've got tits bigger than your head. No, it's the creature. The thing that doesn't even see you. You're just some guy with a dream and a portfolio of traced anatomy, standing at a convention booth, and then you're collateral damage in someone else's cosmic joke. Now you're Power Girl. Or Tifa. Or Black Cat. The game doesn't explain why these specific characters, it just throws you into a body that isn't yours and watches what you do with it.

The groping mechanics are... look, they're there. You click. Things jiggle. Sometimes there's a weird delay like the game is thinking about whether it should let you do this, which is probably just bad coding but feels almost like hesitation. Danny Phantom shows up at one point and I still don't know why. The male protagonist thing is funny because you're not really male anymore, are you? You're a comic artist who became his own creation, which is either deeply meta or just an excuse to have Jessie from Final Fantasy bend over a table while you figure out the controls. The parody tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting here.

What bugs me is the cursor. It changes shape sometimes but never when you'd expect it to. I spent three minutes trying to interact with Helena's character model before realizing she's just background decoration. The big ass tag is accurate though, I'll give them that. Marvel and DC characters coexist in this universe like nobody's getting sued, and there's something almost charming about how little the game cares about consistency. One minute you're at a convention, next minute you're... well, you're not at a convention anymore. The 2D art has this sketchy quality that actually fits the whole "comic artist" premise, like maybe the protagonist drew all of this while having a breakdown. I took screenshots. More than I planned to. The Black Cat scene specifically, where the dialogue is so bad it circles back around to being perfect. You know what I mean? No, you probably don't. That's fine.