Zoey The Game Master

Zoey the GM:

Corruption Points = 0

Zoey awoke with a groan. How late had she stayed up last night? She had a game to run today. Her alarm blared at her and she shut it off immediately. She would just close her eyes for five more minutes. Just five minutes more of…

She woke again with a start before glancing at her phone. Oh crap she was going to be late. She bolted up, right out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, her sheets being dragged half way across her tiny apartment as she untangled herself from them.

In the shower, she soaped up her body. Hands running across her generous chest, hefting her big, black tits, making sure to clean under and around them before moving further down. She had to pry her ass cheeks apart, her bubble butt proving to be quite a barrier to entry as she cleaned in all her cracks and creaves. She also cleaned around her curves, mmm baby, she thought to herself as she felt up her body, she was almost in love with the shape of herself.

Zoey groaned as a song with similar lyrics to her thoughts got stuck in her head. Great… she hurriedly got out of the shower, dried her body with her favourite purple towel and got out the hair dryer. After blasting her thick, curly, black hair, she rushed out, with the towel wrapped around her, back into her bedroom. She still needed to get dressed, she'd have to buy breakfast on the way in and most importantly… she needed her stuff.

She turned to the desk and looked upon her various books, notes and stationery. It was a real mess from last night. Campaign notes spread out all over the place, pens scattered about, sticky notes, player character sheets and a pile of source books, including her new one that she was reading last night, 'Whispers of Corruption'. It lay open atop the pile. She ed delving deep into it last night, a ttrpg book that teased everything from monsters, magic items, scenarios and more.

Zoey strangely failed to recall anything from it but it had been an enthralling read. Her mind still churned it over and over again in her head, yet, no exact information could be recalled. Even glancing at it now, the pages of indecipherable text was in a language she did not understand, it made not a lick of sense to her… but her mind simply ignored that fact and convinced itself that it was an incredible tool for her use today as the GM of her favourite group.

She grabbed her bag and just began to stuff everything into it. She would sort it out when she got there. She had time… as long as she made her train. Zoey piled all her pens in and most of her books, the 'Whispers of Corruption' fell off her desk. She finished putting in the loose notes and character sheets before reaching for the fallen source book. She still needed to get dressed and... The moment her hands touched it, she gasped as her mind was flooded with voices.

Zoey stumbled back, still clutching the book as her towel got caught up and fell from her body. She whimpered as the voices continued to chant, whisper and speak sweet temptations to her. She blocked out most of them but a few would sneak through occasionally. Her mind, again, refused to acknowledge the oddity as she instead found herself thinking on what she needed to do. Alright… get dressed.

She got up and walked over to her wardrobe. A variety of outfits were in here. Everything from her casual, nerdy attire like graphic t-shirt fandom goodies, and even a few of her fantasy cosplays to her clubbing outfits and the dresses she wore to casting calls that were cut scandalously low to try and catch the eyes of the directors. She needed to pick what to wear, and although her hands gravitated to the nerdy attire… the voices had something to say about that…

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoey.