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.

The whole thing runs in a browser tab and feels like someone coded it during a smoke break, which honestly fits. You got this little witch girl and she just wants to fatten up some other chick with magic and snacks. No big plot, no voice acting, just click and watch the belly grow. The weight gain tag is doing heavy lifting here, pun intended. Every time you feed her or zap her with a spell, the stomach pushes out a bit more. It's janky but in a way that makes you laugh. The inflation stuff gets weird fast, like she swells up like a balloon but still keeps that soft fat look. I dunno how they pulled that off with what looks like MS Paint assets.

One thing that bugs me, and I'll never get over it, is the sound. There is none. Not even a burp or a squish. You'd think with all this expansion and belly focus they'd add some wet sloshy noise. But no. Silent as a church. I kept my own mouth sounds going just to fill the void, which my neighbor probably heard through the wall. Whatever.

The erotic side is there if you squint. No actual sex scenes, just the transformation and the growing. The bbw tag is earned by the end, she gets properly huge. I wish there was a way to make her keep eating after the magic meter runs out, but the game just stops you. That's the whole loop though. Feed, spell, watch her bloat, repeat. It's dumb and I finished it twice. The fat jiggle animation is surprisingly decent for something this unpolished. Don't expect a real game, expect a weird little fetish toy that does one thing and does it okay.

You know that feeling when you match with someone on a dating app, they seem perfect, then three weeks later you're stuck watching them eat your last slice of pizza while explaining why your friends are toxic? This game is that, but with a medieval maid and you're the toxic one. Sort of.

Picked the shy one with the braids because she reminded me of my ex who left me for a CrossFit instructor. Big mistake. Huge. The game doesn't tell you that feeding her extra pastries during her cleaning routine makes her uniform start straining at the seams. By day four I couldn't stop. She'd waddle over with this eager little smile, dust rag in hand, and I'm just clicking the kitchen option over and over like some kind of feeder king. The jiggle physics when she bends to scrub the floor. Christ. My phone overheated. Not from the browser, from my shame.

The weight gain creeps up so gradually you don't notice until her thighs are rubbing together and she's breathing heavy just carrying a tray. There's this one moment where she tries to squeeze between two chairs and gets stuck, and the look she gives you, this mix of embarrassment and desperate need for approval. I felt things. Complicated things. The inflation tag is there too but honestly I was too focused on watching her outgrow her uniform to explore whatever that means. Her dialogue shifts as she gets bigger, more breathless, more apologetic, and you can either reassure her or... not. I chose not. Obviously. We're not here for emotional growth, we're here for the other kind.

Wish there was a way to skip the actual cleaning minigame because who cares about dust when her buttons are screaming for mercy. But no, you gotta make her scrub that same spot on the floor while her belly rests on her knees. The things we do for love. Or whatever this is.