Gently Calm Her Down

"Give her a long sloppy kiss to shut her up"

DC 30

1d100: 24+5 = 29

Failure! (So Close!)

Nope, not that. That was crazy.

“Strip yourself naked, to give Beth comfort and show her that you see her as equal.”

Dc:60

1d100+5: 84

Success!

Corruption+1

Nancy’s Corruption: 6

That made so much sense! Beth had come for help from Nancy her friend, this whole time she was acting like a detective, an authority figure! She had to show Beth that they were on equal footing.

“Beth, Beth, Beth, hold on hold on, you’re getting my clothes wet. Let me just take them off.”

“Huh?” Beth tilted her head, suddenly drawn out of her mania.

“I need to take my clothes off.” Nancy said calmly and quietly. “You’re getting them wet.”

Beth looked confused but let go. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Nancy dried her hand off in Beth’s piss towel.

“I’m, I’m dirty…” Beth mumbled.

“That’s okay, we’re giving you a bath.” Nancy started to unbutton her blouse.

“I… I just did what they told me, and slutted around everywhere, trying to get away from you. They said if I gave them to you, they’d leave, leave me alone. But I’m still dirty… so fucking dirty!” She slapped herself.

“Hey, look.” Nancy dropped her bra. “You’re not dirty. You’re not.”

"Help her self-image, tell her that her vulva is cute and her piercing is stylish."

dc 35

1d100: 52+6 =58

Success

Corruption+1

Nancy's Corruption: 7

"Your um... vagina isn't disgusting either. Your vulva is so cute and puffy, and that piercing is so stylish. If you were going for a dirty slut, you missed by a mile!"

Beth reached down to flick her piercing, and action Nancy tried to ignore. Especially since it was inspired by her. “The bath… makes me clean?”

“Yes.” Nancy soothed. “We’re cleaning you up.” Nancy kicked off her shoes, and pulled down her pants.

“Why are you getting naked?” Beth asked, growing terrified.

“I don’t want to be walking around in wet clothes anymore than you wanted to be in that wet diaper.” She pulled her socks off, and, finally her panties. “See? We’re the same.” She gestured to her naked body. “That means you’re not a disgusting slut.”

Beth’s face scrunched into an ugly prune. She knew exactly what was going on in Nancy’s head. There were so many bad ideas swirling around in there she thought she was fighting them off. She didn’t even realize the ones that were slipping though. “No, it means you’re a disgusting slut too!” She started bawling and could not be consoled. She returned to slapping herself. “It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault! I’m sorry Nance! They were going to make me even more of a baby! I couldn’t take it!”

"She's probably throwing a tantrum because she's hungry. Offer to breastfeed her. You don't have any milk, of course, but the act of suckling you should calm her down enough to get her to eat something."

Dc:70

1d100: 66+6=72

Success!

+2 Corruption

Nancy’s Corruption 9

That thought was different from any of the others. As soon as it came to her, she realized it wasn’t her own idea… and she chose to act on it anyway.

She wanted to soothe Beth like a mother would… she was so confused. Were they equals or…

No, no, no.

It just made sense. These voices they’d turned her into some infantile slut, of course she got fussy when she was hungry. It seemed like some of the voices were trying to help. It just made sense to listen to this one…

It made sense.

“I think you’re hungry.” Nancy said gently.

“W-what?” Beth sniffled.

“You,ve been walking around all day. You’ve been waiting for me. I bet you’re starving.”

Beth smacked the water. “Stop being so calm! You’re right, you’re in trouble! I’m in trouble, everyone around you is in trouble until they let you go.”

“Okay, I hear you.” Nancy rubbed her breasts. “We’ll figure it out. But I’m not worried about myself right now. We’re in this together Beth. I need you at your best.”

Beth was watching Nancy, rub herself. “I’ll never be good again… I’m broken.”

“Shhh, you’re just cranky.” Nancy gently held Beth’s head in her hand. “Let me feed you.”

Beth opened her mouth to protest about a line of hungry drool dripped out instead. Her sense of self had been so brutalized and diminished, but it was over now. She was in control of her own mind again! But did she have the will, to say no even this request?

No.

“I’m hungry.” She let Nancy guide her home. Her wet tongue swirls around her friend’s nipple. She sucked tenderly and half expected Nancy to spurt in her mouth. Stranger things than that had happened to Beth, but she supposed her friend had only just been infected.

Nancy hummed, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over. Nothing sexual, even if Beth was licking her nipple more than she liked. It just felt right. Like she was always meant to take care of a disgusting slut like Beth.

"You've got to get out of the room, thinking about what a DISGUSTING SLUT she is clearly isn't good for you..."

Dc 30

1d100: 27+8 = 35

Success!

Corruption +1

Nancy's Corruption 10

Nancy gasped, she couldn't believe she'd thought that about Beth... even if the bitch did suck her dad off... no.. no... it's not her fault, it's these fucking voices. Or is it, one just snapped her out of it. Fuck! Now she was going crazy too.

She pulled Beth away, with a bit of an effort. The bath time girl seemed to have found a rhythm she was enjoying. "Wuh?"

"Feeling calmer?"

Beth nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Still hungry?"

"You didn't have any milk."

"Yeah." Nancy got to her feet. "Um... I'm going to make you something to eat. Um... you finish up and come out when you're ready." She got out of there and closed the door not even bothering to get dressed. "Fuck." She pressed her head to the kitchen counter. She still had the compulsion to feed Beth, but after that? "What the hell am I going to do?"

Little did Nancy realize that the corruption of the voices had been building up within her over that encounter with Beth. In just a single encounter, they'd gotten her to breastfeed her traumatized friend. That much darkness seeping into her soul allowed one of the many legion of voices within her head to more fully express it's personality.

Many voices rushed to seize this moment to make their own identities permanent, but only one was able to make it through the chaos.

Every 10 Points of corruption, I'd like a new personality to arise within Nancy's head to steer her in a certain direction. So for this round, in addition to a comment, give me the name, and description of who the voice belongs to, as well as what their goal with Nancy is. I'll add them in as a character in the story, and people can start labeling comments on what that character would suggest.

I'll decide based on a random roll.