The first Visitor with clean hands and normal teeth still made me check twice. That's the whole loop, right? You sit in this apartment as Sarah, and every knock is a gamble. Some survivors just want food or a place to crash. Others have this weird smile, like they know something about your body you don't. The hand and teeth inspection mechanic is genuinely tense, even when the art looks like someone drew it on a phone during lunch break. Which, honestly, adds to the grimy horror vibe. Like a fetish comic found in a flooded basement.

The weight gain progression is the real hook though. Sarah starts normal, maybe a little soft, and every bad choice or infected Visitor that gets too close adds pounds. Her tits swell first, then her ass, then everything. The game calls it the RAG-Virus, which sounds like a joke until you see her reflection change in the bathroom mirror. There's this one Visitor, a guy who keeps talking about how good it feels to stop fighting, and if you let him in too many times, Sarah's dialogue shifts. She starts rationalizing. Her belly presses against the door frame. The horror isn't just jump scares, it's watching her lose herself while the game asks if you're enjoying it.

Eight Visitors total, each with their own fetish angle. Some are pathetic, some are predatory. The BBW and SSBBW tags aren't just window dressing, the transformation is the plot. Multiple endings, but the "embrace" ones hit different because the game never judges you. It just shows Sarah getting bigger, dumber, happier. The UI is clunky and the text sometimes reads like machine translation, but that roughness works. This isn't polished smut, it's a dirty little thought experiment about giving in.