You can make your job as 1 mod which just add more creen in to origin game ! Its still requires the original game and its creator! You can separate your work into a small mod to install on the original, that is completely legal and even better than how Ziptie is changing, the game name, content and turning it into his own unrelated game based on the popularity of bad bobby and its characters !
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This is my ultimate goal: to create scenes that were left unfinished to add to the original game. I don't know exactly how to do this, but for now it's a standalone minigame with the original renders of the scene in the living room and continuing it, where the player repeats the events on the days that appear in the original game. In other words, the game starts in week 10, Monday, Afternoon. The event ends and the player starts again in week 10, Wednesday, afternoon. The next time we'll be in week 11... and so on. This way it's possible to fit it into the original game.
I'm using the parameters of the original game: affection and domination. So the choices make the player gain or lose points, and he can progress sexually depending on these points.
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You must be confused. The images look the same because they take place in the same place, but they are not the same. Some of them are, of course. But I just wanted to show this user what I'm doing and I didn't even show all the images.
You must be referring to this image: (However, I'm only using the images of Bob from behind, the others were remade to represent the dialogue between Bob and Lucy after he tied her up.).
To tell you the truth, the images are the least important thing for me at the moment. I spent more time writing and figuring out how to write the code for the game. Not to mention aspects of Daz Studio, like how to lower pants.
It seems simple, but it's not, especially those pants in this scene that don't have a morph for them.It's not my job to develop games. I'm still learning and I don't charge anyone money. That's why I do it slowly. Sorry.
Can you teach me what programs you need and how to do that please? i trying to learn and i want to do same what you do, maybe i can try and if i can i will add more screen when Bobby and Landlord carry drunk Jenny to Landlord's room and make it repeats too ! And add more Booby touchs, grope or kiss, lick to some screen which he can do more than what he did insteal just fuc or jerk or do not thing..
Dark path graphics are better than the original, but the advantage of the original is that it gradually collapses and focuses on Liza's spirit. The parts are so well represented. I really liked the part where the spirit was scored and collapsed in every event. And I was really moved by how Liza conformed. The scene where Liza unknowingly kisses Bobby on the neck in the second half shows how brainwashed she is. In the final scene, Liza reveals her complex feelings of giving up defiance and conforming even if Bobby hugs her and touches her body at Mike's house. I was really moved by the movie-like storytelling. The scene where the sky looked dark in the scene was sad because of the sunset. It was like showing her loneliness. I hope you consider these parts in the remake.
If season one ends and Liza returns home, Bobby promises to Liza that he'll never do it again, but he has to change his appointment and show her training again. Liza has to check herself out, feeling flustered but elated in the process. And more and more, she turns up relying on Bobby and leaving her body to him, eventually having to recreate every scene she's seen on her laptop.
2-1 Liza's Conflict
After Bobby left, Liza was lost in a haze of confusion.
What is this feeling? she wondered. I know it’s wrong, I know it’s a grave sin—so why am I wavering?
Just moments ago, when Bobby had clung to her, tears streaming down his face, his hands had found her hips, then wandered to her most intimate places. Why hadn’t she pushed him away? Liza didn’t want to understand the cracks forming in her heart.
She had always thought Bobby’s violation—his so-called rape—had wounded her deeply. But was it truly just pain? In a world where such acts were forbidden, had she simply labeled it as trauma to align with morality? Was it just the way she’d been raised, the rules of family binding her to that conclusion?
Deep down, a nagging question lingered: why hadn’t she resisted more forcefully when she’d sensed this moment coming? What was that part of her that let it happen?
As evening deepened, a cool breeze began to stir. Liza sat on the steps of Mike’s porch, her body growing chilly, yet she stared blankly at the darkening sky.
She hadn’t bothered with underwear, and each gust of wind brushed against her exposed skin, sending shivers through her core. The breeze toyed with her thin dress, lifting it like a lover’s teasing touch. Even if her breasts or her most private parts were momentarily revealed, Liza remained lost in her daze, unconcerned.
But she wasn’t cold. Not really. Fragmented memories of her time with Bobby flickered through her mind, and with each one, a slow heat began to rise within her. Why does my mind reject this while my body remembers? she thought, her breath catching.
The rough wood of the porch grazed her bare skin, stirring memories of Bobby’s hands—his sharp, stinging slaps. The pain had been real, hadn’t it? Yet now, that same pain twisted into something else, something strangely alive, almost intoxicating.
Why do people find pleasure in being hurt? Liza mused. She’d never understood it, swore she never could. And yet, her body seemed to be whispering that it did, tormenting her with its betrayal.
Hours later, as the night grew thick and dark, Liza finally stepped inside Mike’s house. From upstairs, she heard footsteps, then a few heavy thuds before silence fell. Mike hadn’t come looking for her while she’d been outside. Maybe he assumed she was still with Bobby. Maybe he was ashamed or afraid after what had happened. Liza didn’t climb the stairs. Meeting Mike now would only complicate things.
She sank onto the living room sofa, her tension unraveling, and sleep claimed her almost instantly.
In her dream, Bobby stood before her, gripping the small leather whip he’d once used to strike her. Liza looked down at herself, horrified yet entranced. She was dressed in the black lingerie she’d refused to wear before—revealing, scandalous, her breasts and sex barely concealed. Black stockings hugged her legs, and high heels lifted her feet, making her feel exposed, vulnerable.
Shame flooded her. She tried to cover herself with her hands.
“Move your hands,” Bobby commanded.
Blushing, Liza obeyed, letting her arms fall.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
She knew resistance was futile. With fear pooling in her eyes, she complied, turning slowly. Her full, shapely hips and sleek, stocking-clad legs came into his view. Her toes, peeking out from the heels, looked impossibly alluring.
Those toes… I want to taste them, Bobby thought, his gaze devouring her. Liza, standing here, bare before me…
His eyes traced her body—from her delicate ankles to the curve of her hips. Her trembling form only heightened his desire. Each glimpse of her exposed skin between the black lace sent a thrill through him. Her breasts swayed slightly, and his head spun with a dizzying rush.
She’s mine now, Bobby vowed silently. I’ll mold her into my perfect plaything.
“We’re going to finish what we started,” he declared, his voice hard. “Properly this time.”
Liza turned her head, her eyes wide with shock. “That’s—!”
“Quiet!” Bobby snapped, cutting her off. “Shut your mouth.”
Her body flinched at his tone, frozen in place.
“Now,” he growled, “stick your hips out.”
Trembling, Liza did as he ordered, offering herself to him. Her mind was a chaotic storm—fear, revulsion, guilt, and yet, beneath it all, an undeniable pulse of excitement she couldn’t stop.
My own brother… like this? It’s unthinkable…
Bobby moved closer, and with a single motion, he thrust himself into the space between her trembling hips.
“Ahh!” she cried out.
“No!” Liza gasped, jerking awake on the sofa. It was a dream. Only a dream.
The clock on the wall read 5:00 a.m. Her eyes drifted downward, and she saw the damp spot on the sofa beneath her. Was it sweat? Something else? She didn’t want to know.
Why that dream? she wondered, her heart racing. Do I want this? Do I want to be taken by Bobby?
Liza had never submitted to anyone like that before, never craved such a dynamic. And yet, the fact that it was her brother made it all the more bewildering. A spark of determination flickered within her—she needed answers to this turmoil, no matter what it took.
A resolute expression settled on her face. She rose, gathered her clothes, and began to pack. Without a backward glance, she left Mike’s house behind.
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How about this novel? I plan to write a novel in the future. My native language is not English, so I received some help from AI. Mistranslations and direct expressions are filtered out.. Please give me a lot of feedback.
After Bobby left, Liza was lost in a haze of confusion.
What is this feeling? she wondered. I know it’s wrong, I know it’s a grave sin—so why am I wavering?
Just moments ago, when Bobby had clung to her, tears streaming down his face, his hands had found her hips, then wandered to her most intimate places. Why hadn’t she pushed him away? Liza didn’t want to understand the cracks forming in her heart.
She had always thought Bobby’s violation—his so-called rape—had wounded her deeply. But was it truly just pain? In a world where such acts were forbidden, had she simply labeled it as trauma to align with morality? Was it just the way she’d been raised, the rules of family binding her to that conclusion?
Deep down, a nagging question lingered: why hadn’t she resisted more forcefully when she’d sensed this moment coming? What was that part of her that let it happen?
As evening deepened, a cool breeze began to stir. Liza sat on the steps of Mike’s porch, her body growing chilly, yet she stared blankly at the darkening sky.
She hadn’t bothered with underwear, and each gust of wind brushed against her exposed skin, sending shivers through her core. The breeze toyed with her thin dress, lifting it like a lover’s teasing touch. Even if her breasts or her most private parts were momentarily revealed, Liza remained lost in her daze, unconcerned.
But she wasn’t cold. Not really. Fragmented memories of her time with Bobby flickered through her mind, and with each one, a slow heat began to rise within her. Why does my mind reject this while my body remembers? she thought, her breath catching.
The rough wood of the porch grazed her bare skin, stirring memories of Bobby’s hands—his sharp, stinging slaps. The pain had been real, hadn’t it? Yet now, that same pain twisted into something else, something strangely alive, almost intoxicating.
Why do people find pleasure in being hurt? Liza mused. She’d never understood it, swore she never could. And yet, her body seemed to be whispering that it did, tormenting her with its betrayal.
Hours later, as the night grew thick and dark, Liza finally stepped inside Mike’s house. From upstairs, she heard footsteps, then a few heavy thuds before silence fell. Mike hadn’t come looking for her while she’d been outside. Maybe he assumed she was still with Bobby. Maybe he was ashamed or afraid after what had happened. Liza didn’t climb the stairs. Meeting Mike now would only complicate things.
She sank onto the living room sofa, her tension unraveling, and sleep claimed her almost instantly.
In her dream, Bobby stood before her, gripping the small leather whip he’d once used to strike her. Liza looked down at herself, horrified yet entranced. She was dressed in the black lingerie she’d refused to wear before—revealing, scandalous, her breasts and sex barely concealed. Black stockings hugged her legs, and high heels lifted her feet, making her feel exposed, vulnerable.
Shame flooded her. She tried to cover herself with her hands.
“Move your hands,” Bobby commanded.
Blushing, Liza obeyed, letting her arms fall.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
She knew resistance was futile. With fear pooling in her eyes, she complied, turning slowly. Her full, shapely hips and sleek, stocking-clad legs came into his view. Her toes, peeking out from the heels, looked impossibly alluring.
Those toes… I want to taste them, Bobby thought, his gaze devouring her. Liza, standing here, bare before me…
His eyes traced her body—from her delicate ankles to the curve of her hips. Her trembling form only heightened his desire. Each glimpse of her exposed skin between the black lace sent a thrill through him. Her breasts swayed slightly, and his head spun with a dizzying rush.
She’s mine now, Bobby vowed silently. I’ll mold her into my perfect plaything.
“We’re going to finish what we started,” he declared, his voice hard. “Properly this time.”
Liza turned her head, her eyes wide with shock. “That’s—!”
“Quiet!” Bobby snapped, cutting her off. “Shut your mouth.”
Her body flinched at his tone, frozen in place.
“Now,” he growled, “stick your hips out.”
Trembling, Liza did as he ordered, offering herself to him. Her mind was a chaotic storm—fear, revulsion, guilt, and yet, beneath it all, an undeniable pulse of excitement she couldn’t stop.
My own brother… like this? It’s unthinkable…
Bobby moved closer, and with a single motion, he thrust himself into the space between her trembling hips.
“Ahh!” she cried out.
“No!” Liza gasped, jerking awake on the sofa. It was a dream. Only a dream.
The clock on the wall read 5:00 a.m. Her eyes drifted downward, and she saw the damp spot on the sofa beneath her. Was it sweat? Something else? She didn’t want to know.
Why that dream? she wondered, her heart racing. Do I want this? Do I want to be taken by Bobby?
Liza had never submitted to anyone like that before, never craved such a dynamic. And yet, the fact that it was her brother made it all the more bewildering. A spark of determination flickered within her—she needed answers to this turmoil, no matter what it took.
A resolute expression settled on her face. She rose, gathered her clothes, and began to pack. Without a backward glance, she left Mike’s house behind.
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How about this novel? I plan to write a novel in the future. My native language is not English, so I received some help from AI. Mistranslations and direct expressions are filtered out.. Please give me a lot of feedback.
mikednew
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Are you talking to ZipTieFun? Or me? Because I don't intend to change anything in the game. Just add.
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I will finish the new update soon. Wow, how long is soon? 2 years... 3... or 4. A game that never ends... many try to finish it, but always the same thing. It's a shame, because the game is very good. I still hope that one day it will be finished. Hugs to whoever can do it.
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I disagree just because facial expressions do most of the work to convince you that the corruption/blackmail/harassment etc are working so you can make the highest quality 8k models out there, but if they look like they have too many facial cosmetic surgeries done to emote then it doesn't matter.
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yes, there are sex in the game. mostly non consensual, that is, rape. Most end with a game over, but at the end of the game the story continues even after the forced sex scene.
about grind, you can activate the cheat to increase money and the numbers of trust, domination etc.
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Ensnaring Lucy - A Bad Bobby Story
I'll take my early copy now
I guess is a valid name. But the word seems little known to me. anyway, thanks for trying!
Yes i think so too ! The origin ver has better emote ! Dark path use better system and have more animation but character's face look like no emotes ! All character got 1000% corrupted and act like old b*tch which make no feeling, boring !
Yes , send to meIf you come up with an interesting title, I can send you a copy to test this week.
recently tried this game and to hasten the grind enabled the cheat mode to incease money and stats. seems like i ended up totruring big sis too much she called the cops somehow the fear meter is not visible so cannot monitor the actions. and all the girls show no content in this version. and most actions seems repeatable. no further action with lucy and her friend only thing available is pool scene, and with younger sister she seems to be needing time but no further action after i got her out of that strip club and the car incident. and liza on the other hand is the only one with ongoing actions but she called the cops cuz the fearmeter was unseen onscreen and break meter was only able to be filled long after fear meter reached 100. so everything is over since there were no saves. during the last punishment scene. and about the sex scenes some people asked here there are few but not so much. and not with the sisters or the mother.
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Guys I need your help! What Lucy do you prefer: Left or right? And why?
