The loading screen image alone, man. This doctor has a chest situation that defies physics and I am completely here for it. The whole thing looks like someone took a medical fetish and just let it melt all over the screen, that specific glossy 3d look where the skin is so shiny it’s almost slippery. You’re not here for a deep plot about hospital administration, you’re here because the nurse is unbuttoning her top before you can even fill out your insurance forms.

I spent way too long on a single panel where the doctor is doing a paizuri, and her expression is this perfect mix of professional detachment and pure hunger. It’s a comic, so you click through, but the transitions are weirdly paced. One minute you’re getting a standard checkup, the next you’re sandwiched between two sets of massive tits and the anatomy makes no sense but it doesn’t need to. Thats the point. The breast expansion tag is there but it’s not a gradual thing, they just go from big to absolutely ridiculous in a way that made me snort out loud. The cumshot scene lands with the subtlety of a pie in the face.

I wish the threesome setup had more actual buildup, more of that lucky patient vibe where it feels like a fantasy and not just a sequence of acts. The nurse sort of fades into the background during the titfuck. But honestly complaining about character development in a porn comic called Lucky Patient 2 feels like complaining about the plot in a porno, you’re missing the forest for the trees. The forest being, you know, giant animated breasts. The dialogue bubbles are pure cheese, some real “oh no step-doctor” energy, and one of the sound effect texts simply says “GLORP” which is now my new favorite onomatopoeia.

The whole thing is a sticky, over the top mess and it knows exactly what it is.

Getting blasted in a library takes me back to that one time I accidentally knocked over a whole shelf of encyclopedias at school. Not sexy. But this comic? No books were harmed, just a lot of fluids everywhere. The whole thing is Terra getting railed by some dude among the stacks and it's basically what my horny teenage brain imagined the restricted section should be for.

The animations are janky in that specific flash game way where you hover over scenes to make things happen. Like those old Newgrounds joints where you'd frantically wave your cursor around hoping to unlock the good stuff. The art has this unpolished charm, Terra's tits are massive obviously, and watching her bounce in doggystyle while books fall in the background is genuinely funny whether intentional or not. The cumshots are excessive, comical even. White ropes going everywhere, on her face, on the books, probably on the librarian's desk too if the camera panned over. And I have beef with the positioning of one specific bookshelf that makes no architectural sense. Libraries don't have shelves facing that direction, it blocks the flow completely. I know it's porn but my immersion was compromised.

I forgot where I was going with that. The Winx Club thing threw me for a loop because I watched that show ironically in college while very drunk and now it's back in my life except with hardcore fucking. Flora was always too nice, you know? Too pure. This version of her is the opposite and honestly I respect that character development more than the actual season 4 arcs. Not that this has a plot beyond "here is a dick, here is a pussy, make them kiss." Which is fine. Sometimes you don't need a three act structure, you just need animated genitals doing their thing.

You ever read a Tarzan comic and think, yeah, but what if the vine swinging was just foreplay? That's Betty Brickhouse. She's this blonde bombshell in a leopard print bikini that's basically body paint with ambition, flying through the jungle. And JD, this Tarzan knockoff with a permanent squint, is on her tail. The whole thing has that vibe of a comic you'd find on a sketchy site at 2 AM, the kind where the art looks like it was drawn with a single minded focus and absolutely no time spent on backgrounds. The jungle is just green smudges. Who cares.

The strip down happens fast. JD catches her, and there's no dialogue, no "me Tarzan, you confused," just grunts and the sound of a bikini top snapping. The sex scenes are the main course, obviously, and they cycle through positions with the mechanical dedication of a flipbook. There's one where she's bent over a log that's so conveniently placed it's almost a character itself. The whole thing is crude, the lines are thick, the anatomy goes a bit rubbery when things get intense. But it knows what it is. It's a delivery system for one thing, and it delivers with the subtlety of a coconut to the head. The sweat drops are drawn with the same weight as the jungle rain, which is a weirdly artistic choice I can't stop thinking about.

Then JD finishes, lights up a cigarette, and swings off into the canopy like he just clocked out of a shift. That's it. No cuddling, no vine-sharing. The post nut clarity must have hit him mid air. And then, the real star arrives. A chimpanzee. He pops up, makes the most unambiguously lewd gesture at Betty, and the comic ends. It's a punchline that comes out of nowhere and it's the funniest, most honest part of the whole thing. The game is basically that chimp's gesture, digitized. It's a messy, horny, single serving of a story that doesn't pretend to be anything else. I just wish the bikini stayed on a bit longer, the tease was the best part and it was over in three panels.