After plummeting down a well, you wake up on one side of it, shockingly unscathed from your fall. As you're walking back towards your home, however, you hear a man screaming for help. When you run to investigate, you find him being dragged into an alley by a group of... anthropomorphic animals? With gigantic bulges poking out from under their skirts? All of a sudden, you hear a voice in your head. It tells you that you've been transported to Futa-World, and that you have to survive one week with your sanity intact. The voice disappears, leaving you confused and disoriented. What do you do?

Corruption: 0%

As you regain consciousness, you find yourself tied down to a table in what appears to be some sort of makeshift basement surgery. The room is dimly lit, and the sound of frenzied moaning fills your ears. In the center of the room, there are several different furry futanari strapped to tables as well, all being violated in various ways by their captors. You struggle against your bonds, only managing to draw the attention of one of the women nearby.

"Oh hello!" she purrs, her tail swishing back and forth lazily. "I'm Wakaba. I take it you were trying to escape? That's so cute! You don't have to worry about that now, sweetie. We're all just here for a good time."

Her grin widens as she leans in closer, her breasts pressing against your

"Wha... where am I?" You manage to choke out, looking around in disbelief. Wakaba giggles softly. "Don't you worry about that. Just relax and enjoy the ride." She then trails her claws down your chest, making you shiver involuntarily as she continues teasingly. "You might as well get used to it anyway, right?"

Wakaba pouts playfully, her large lips curling into a frown. "Aww, don't be shy now! I promise it'll feel good..." She then glances over at one of the other futa-women in the room, who gives her a knowing nod before quickly sneaking away.

"No! Stop it!" you cry out, struggling against your bonds in vain as Wakaba chuckles darkly and continues to tease your breasts with her claws. You feel another pair of claws rake down your back, making it impossible for you to ignore the pain of the probe in your ass any longer. The woman operating the machine leans in closer, whispering filthy words into your ear as she works the device deeper and deeper inside of you. Tears stream down your face as you writhe helplessly beneath her claws.

Corruption: 20%

Wakaba watches with an almost pleased expression as the probe expertly finds your prostate and begins to pound it relentlessly, making you scream in unadulterated pleasure. Her claws dig into your hips, holding you down as she grins, saliva dripping from her fangs. The others around the room take notice of the sudden change in your demeanor, some snickering and others becoming more excited by the thought of having their turn.

Corruption: 30%

With your corruption rising so quickly, the room seems to erupt into a frenzy as each of the futa-women in the room takes notice of your pleasurable state. The one operating the machine increases its speed, while Wakaba's claws dig deeper, leaving furrows in your skin as she holds you down. The others inch closer, their large breasts and engorged clits bobbing with anticipation for their turn to have a go at you. You can feel your release building up inside of you once more, but this time it's not just one futa-woman that gets the pleasure of seeing you cum...