The whole thing’s a mess of janky 3DCG and I can’t stop clicking through it. You’re some loser trying to hawk your comic at a convention, then a monster nobody asked for shows up and suddenly you’re fused with your own OC. The transformation sequence looks like a PS2 cutscene had a stroke, but the first time you catch your reflection and see those stupidly huge tits on your own chest, something clicks. It’s not good art. It’s horny art. There’s a difference.

Wandered into a back alley and somehow ended up groping Black Cat through her suit while she does that ahegao thing with her tongue out. The animation loops are rough, like three frames on repeat, but the sound design. whoever did the wet noises understood the assignment. Later I’m getting a footjob from Jessie from Pokémon, which I didn’t know I needed, and she’s talking shit the whole time in broken dialogue that feels like it was run through Google Translate twice. The sandbox structure means you just bumble into scenes. No quest markers, no logic. I spent twenty minutes stuck in a room with Tifa’s ass just. there. and the game never explained how to leave. Not complaining.

The parody roster is unhinged. Danny Phantom’s mom is there. Wonder Woman does something with her lasso that made me alt-tab out of reflex. The corruption mechanic is barely a mechanic, more like a bar fills up and then suddenly you’re letting Helena from DC do anal in a broom closet. I wish the superpowers actually mattered outside the first five minutes but they don’t and they won’t. The male protag has one expression the entire time, this dead eyed stare that somehow makes the creampie scenes funnier. If you’ve ever downloaded a bootleg Mugen character pack at 4am and felt a strange pride, this game understands you.

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.