To make a compendium.

Stop.

This thought came more calmly this time, and more importantly it was intentional. Once again, everyone stopped moving as though I had yelled, “Red light!” and I was alone in my ability to move.

I had an idea, I needed some kind of interface for my DM powers, because while I was pretty sure that I could do just about anything by thinking it and wanting it, being able to relay these commands to an actual person would feel more natural for me. In other words, I wanted an assistant or a secretary.

I took a good long look at Celia, even squatting down to halfling height and rubbing my chin. She was very sexy, and I couldn’t help but notice that she stood at perfect boobjob height. She was the very spitting image of a shortstack to a very **** degree, as she was only about three and a half feet in height. And with her gold-framed square glasses and hair in a tight bun, she really was looking like the perfect secretary.

I was curious if these people would remain static no matter what I did, so I decided to reach forward and press my hand into her breast. Her boobs were so amazingly soft, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what my penis would feel like between them, but I was currently trying to imagine it anyway. After deciding not to masturbate earlier, followed by the flirting, teasing from Menhat, and passionate kiss from Katherine, I was pretty riled up and horny by now. I had half a mind to relieve myself now while I had the chance.

But I froze time for a reason, I may as well get it done first then play afterward. Mentally, I opened Celia’s stat block and found that she was a mage and a conjurer specifically, with most of her spells dedicated to teleportation. I guessed this was for convenience's sake, likely a requirement for the position of being a guild attendant. I opened her DM notes and included the line, Is the interface and compendium for DM commands.

As soon as I submitted this entry, she blinked and then looked at me. My hand was still on her breast, as I hadn’t expected her to suddenly unfreeze. I quickly whipped it away, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Uh, hi,” I said.

“Greetings,” she replied, proving that she was fully functional again.

“Sorry about that,” I said, blushing.

“About what?”

“Uh, my hand.”

She glanced at my hand, then at her breast before returning her gaze to my eyes and pushing her glasses up on her nose, “I am currently functioning in my capacity as your DM interface and your compendium, I am not playing the role of Celia Olivia Hobbin Willowbell II, unless you wish me to. I have no particular attachment to this form while functioning in this capacity.”

Well, that was wordy, “So, that means I can do whatever I want, and you won’t care?”

“Correct. If you wish for me to continue not to care when I return to my role as Celia, you will have to alter my DM notes accordingly, however.”

My hand went right back to her breast and squeezed it happily. “So, you’re my new interface, does that mean I can just tell you what I want to do, and you’ll make it happen?”

“Your intention when granting this function to me was to serve as a conduit for your powers. I have no powers of my own, you are still the one making the changes. But yes, if you dictate them to me, the changes will be reflected.”

“Okay, gotcha,” I nodded and noticed that the fabric of her dress was surprisingly elastic. I pulled the opening wider and yanked it up so that her breasts fell out and became exposed to me. They were both topped with perky red nipples that I pressed my thumbs into almost immediately.

She watched these events with at best, mild interest before returning her gaze to me, awaiting my next question or command.

“Your boobs are really soft,” I said, “I really like squeezing them. You said something about being able to do this whenever I wanted, even when you’re not acting as a DM tool?”

She nodded, “Indeed, it would just require you to add a ‘DM note’ to my stat block. Any note you put there will become true, and it will even become true retroactively. This means that if you added a note to change my race from a halfling to an elf, I would become an elf and as far as everyone else was concerned, I would have never been a halfling.”

“Okay, wow, so I really can just do anything a DM can, even ret-con stuff,” I said, cupping her breasts and making them bounce up and down in my palms.

“Which is, in essence, anything you please,” she agreed. “The only exception to this is those individuals designated as ‘player characters’. They cannot be changed. For reference, these individuals are Heian Firahel, Menhat Omen, Syvana Grimmdark, Tyvhoran Nel Caerodell and Yui Yakumochi.”

Wait a second, what was that last one? My brain went around the table again, Tyvhoran, Syvana, Heian, and Menhat. Those were the only ones at the table when I awoke, those were the only party members. There wasn’t a Yui Yakumochi.

“Wait, who’s that last one?” I asked.

“Yui Yakumochi is a player character who has not been introduced into the campaign yet.” Oh, a late runner? Hope they brought snacks. Or maybe I was holding off on introducing them because I had a good idea for them later in the session. Sometimes I did that, but usually only with player permission.

That brought me to my next question, “Are they real people like me?”

“I am only able to provide information on this world, its inhabitants, and the overall narrative in my function as your compendium. I do not know anything that could not conceivably be known by any individual in this world. Whether they are, as you say, ‘real people’ like yourself is outside my scope of knowledge. Regardless, they are the ‘player characters’.”

So, it was unclear if that meant they were real people or just more important NPCs. Unfortunately, the only method I could see to determine if they were real people was to break character myself and ask them, which might make them think I was crazy. On the other hand, that might be exactly why none of them have been making it obvious themselves. From their perspective, they might not even know they’re in a game of D&D.

“Well, in any case, let’s add a note in your stat block that says Celia is just fine with being molested by anyone.”

“It is done. Anything else?”

“On to less greedy matters, how exactly do I change anything about this world? I’ll need to change things up if I am going to be actually telling a story here.” As a show of commitment to moving on to more serious matters, I removed my hands from her breasts. I did keep staring at them, though.

“The answer to that question has been made significantly simpler now that you have made me your interface. You can verbally make the request and I will make the changes. Otherwise, you can also change things simply by thinking them and desiring them. As you have discovered, you can also assign certain commands to people or objects so they can serve as tools. As an example, you can imbue a paintbrush with the ability to make changes to the terrain.”

“Well, that’s pretty useful,” I said.

“Indeed. Was there something you wanted to change right away?”

“Uh, yeah, actually. You are an attendant, right?” I asked.

“Celia is, Correct.”

“If I got myself a platinum membership, you’d follow us around wherever we go, right?”

“An attendant would not follow you into obviously dangerous places like a battlefield or dungeon. If fighting breaks out attendants are required to retreat to a safe location immediately without granting aid. They are not combatants and are only required to fight in situations where their own lives are at risk, or if granted specific written permission from guild officials.”

“Right, right, that’s fine. It would just be really handy if I had one that also happened to be my new compendium.”

She nodded, “There is logic in that strategy, yes.”

“So, it’s ten platinum pieces, then? Can you just give that to me?”

Celia didn’t reply but didn’t need to; a message came up in my head instead.

10 platinum pieces, worth 1,000 gold pieces, has been added to Setsuka’s inventory.

“Oh, it’s just that easy,” I said.

“Indeed.”

“What is that, by the way? Those messages that keep popping up in my head, they’re starting to fuck with me.”

“That is the event log. Important occurrences are noted there. In particular, dice rolls by you or any of the ‘player characters’. It is worth noting that you are able to ‘fudge’ dice rolls and alter their outcomes at your discretion, and reality will reshape itself to accommodate such alterations.”

“Would it be possible to like, I dunno, make it not something that shouts into my brain whenever something like that happens?”

“Yes, how would you like it to occur?”

“Can it, like, just appear in front of me in a text box? Obviously make it so nobody else can see it, though.”

As a demonstration, the previous message about the platinum coins being added to my inventory appeared in front of me. Plain white text in a black box. After I read it, it vanished. Perfect.

“Nice, and I want you to have a book on your person that vanishes into a separate pocket dimension when not being used. This book is basically a log of all the event messages that have ever appeared in front of me.”

A huge leather-bound book appeared in Celia’s arms without warning, stamped on the cover was “Event Log”. Then almost as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished, presumably into said pocket dimension.

I nodded, satisfied. “Cool, so can you guarantee somehow that you’ll end up being our party’s attendant?” I asked.

“Yes easily, is there anything else you would like me to set up for you?”

“Just one more thing, I think. Are the ‘players’ going to know about these changes I’m making?”

“That is impossible to know. If there are individuals like yourself operating the players, it is possible they would be aware of the changes. Whatever the case may be, their characters will not know, and if there were individuals like yourself controlling them, they would be incapable of performing actions that would be deemed ‘out-of-character’, unless you allowed it.”

“Ah, and that could either be because either there is no real person, the real person’s mind is being altered, or they are just being a good sport and playing along; and there is no way to actually tell one way or the other?”

“Exactly.”

I suppose I should utilize that sparingly then; I should at least not cheat to give Setsuka any preferential treatment. In fact, for the sake of my own sanity it was probably a good idea to treat this like just any other game of D&D, the reality of it all notwithstanding. And frankly, it seemed like it was going to be pretty horny too. But that did make me concerned about something.

“You did say that I could allow fourth wall breaks?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then I want you to make a rule about something concerning that. Allow fourth wall breaks when it comes to sexual matters. Basically, if there is a real person behind these characters, and if they experience things the way I do with Setsuka, I don’t want to **** them into sexual situations just because it would be ‘in-character’ to do so. That feels pretty fucked up to me.”

“The rule is now in place.”

I would sleep easier knowing that consent was now made paramount. I’d read and heard horror stories about real-life games of D&D where things take a turn for the creepy, especially when female players are present. I definitely didn’t want to be one of those DMs.

This was especially true in this case because this world was low-key horny. Everyone seemed to dress like they knew exactly what kind of assets they had going on. Not just the women, who wore outfits showing off hip, thigh, breast, and a little butt; the men wore outfits that showed off their muscles, often with skintight material or just pure toplessness. Even those of either gender who had more modest proportions still dressed stylishly and didn’t seem too ashamed of what little assets they had.

But of course, they all would be dressed that way, I was the one who made this world, after all. Apparently whatever strange **** assembled this world from my own imagination had done so exactly the way I would have. Even the architecture of the buildings and the fashion sense of the common folk, aspects that I admittedly didn’t put much thought into beyond just vague ideas, were perfect representations of either what I had already imagined or what I would have decided if it ever came up. It all vibed perfectly with my ideas for this world.

And I had to imagine that the players weren’t dressed the way they were just because they were part of this world. Their characters were probably perfect representations of what they would have wanted, much in the same way this whole world was for me. Heian wasn’t showing off much at all, his black-and-white outfit was very modest and typical. So clearly showy and skimpy wasn’t enforced.

“Is there anything else you need of me?” Celia asked, kicking me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, uh, I don’t think so. Is there anything you can think of that I’m missing? Something I should be thinking about?”

“An excuse for me going out of my way to make myself your attendant. Ordinarily the decision would be made more-or-less at random. It might be strange for me to just request it without reason.”

“Ah, good point, uh... well... you know Heian, right? Could lean on that, I suppose.”

She nodded, “Also, is there any particular way I should act around you while playing the role of Celia?”

I rubbed my chin, looking directly at her cleavage as I did so. This particular action was becoming a habit of mine. The idea of this cold, indifferent, and calculating halfling shortstack doting over me was obviously appealing.

“Infatuated. You’re attracted to me.”

“Okay,” she responded without quarrel.

“Excellent, I’m excited to get back into the thick of things. Let’s get time back rolling again.”