Character Creation Ch. 05

So the next timeI got her to sit, I reached down and gave her cheek an affectionate stroke, then ran my fingers through her lustrous hair. "Good girl, Allie. You understand? Good girl."

She looked at my hand, probably hoping it held more candy, but then smiled at the touch. She sniffed at my fingers, detecting some of the residue of the sticky chocolate, and gave them a lick.

God help me... I didn't stop her.

She lapped at my hand insistently, and soon, took a finger in her mouth where some portion of her primitive mammalian instinct told her to suck. So she sucked, eyes locked on mine, cooing around my finger.

The thought formed before I could stop it. What else could I train her to suck?

"Absolutely not," I scolded myself aloud. "She's your boss, and a human being to boot. You can't. It's immoral. You do not, cannot, cross that line. Never."

The lecture would almost certainly have failed and left me brainstorming ways to get my prick in her mouth had her computer not beeped to indicate the arrival of an email. I took my finger out from between her lips and wiped it off on my pants; she just smiled at me gratefully. Then I opened the email.

It was from Oliver Maxwell. Reading it, I saw she'd already contacted him last night about the successful test. "Couldn't even wait until the ink was dry, could you?" I said. She just smiled uncomprehendingly. I read on.

My lab boys have looked over the data you sent, and they're impressed. You know as well as I do what people will pay for a viable cure, and even if we'd rather have a treatment, it's still a valuable piece of work. I'm prepared to offer you $9 million for full rights and access to data, and, as discussed, the termination of Dr. Cross. Our information just isn't secure while he still has access to it. Get back to me with a response - looking forward to doing business with you, Alice.

"You're a bad, bad girl." She frowned at me nervously, unsure what she'd done wrong. I sat down at the keys, and hastily sent a response from her account.

I've thought it over, and I've decided not to sell. Cross was right - the people deserve osyluth, and I'm ashamed of myself that I ever considered selling it. Please consider my interest in your offer withdrawn.

I didn't hesitate to hit send - and it was only then that I realized that, if I wanted to make good my intention... I couldn't heal Alice even if I could discover how. I couldn't imagine how upset she would be if she remembered any of this, but more importantly, it would mean putting the osyluth back in the bottle.

Alice had to stay Allie. Analyst that I was, I started to make plans.

It took weeks to train her to the point where I could leave her alone in the house. In fact, I just decided to move on in to hers - my shoddy little apartment was nothing compared to the luxury she lived in (even aside from the risk of having my neighbors finding out I'd adopted a pet human), and I soon had made myself at home.

I'd Allie-proofed it immediately, stowing fragile and sharp objects out of the way. I forgot about choking hazards, at first, but when I caught her putting pebbles from a decorative table setting in her mouth, I got those too.

As days passed, she took to her training rather well. She learned most of the basic, relevant commands one teaches a dog - come, sit, stay, heel, and so on. Toilet training was a nightmare; it hadn't occurred to me at first, leading to an unpleasant incident in her office that first day. Thereafter, I got some adult diapers that she just barely tolerated, and it was still more than two weeks before she stopped making messes in them and began to use the toilet. (She couldn't figure out flushing, but still, I called it a victory.)

I drafted and submitted my petition to advance to human testing to the FDA, forging Alice's signature where necessary, but with the need to keep a close eye on her at all times, I seldom made it in to the lab. As I took total control over her life, I was grateful for her relatively tame social life. She was single, childless, lived alone, her family lived almost a thousand miles away, and what few friends she had were easy to keep away by text and email. Her dating profile was popular - very popular - but I quietly deleted her account and the endless notifications from her phone stopped.

There was a brief, mortifying incident when her cleaning lady came in, surprised to find her employer sitting on a cushion in the living room wearing nothing but a diaper. The poor woman turned bright red and ran out of the house; I was able to find her contact info on Allie's phone and politely told her that her services would no longer be required. She simply replied with the word "pervert" and that was that.

It's funny - objectively, I'm still surprised that in those weeks I didn't touch her in any sexual fashion. She liked to lick, and I allowed that sometimes if it wasn't too disruptive, but otherwise, I mostly behaved myself. It wasn't even all that difficult, really. While there are those who might find the sight of a woman in a diaper to be a turn-on, I don't count myself among them, especially when I'm the one who has to change said diaper and clean her up after.

As those became unnecessary, and my efforts to block those memories became more effective... I became increasingly aware of her. She did have those delightful little breasts after all, and a butt that was just too a little too wide and pert for her petite frame. (I would later learn that she'd had it surgically enhanced.) Petting her had been a bit strange, for a while, but perhaps I could... show affection in other ways. That wouldn't be so wrong, would it?

Allie might now be a complete dunce, but she was still very human in the physical sense.

Should I have felt bad for using her predicament as an opportunity to enjoy her body? Maybe. Still, she was what she was now, and I didn't doubt that even if it had been a tragedy in a personal sense, the world was a better place for it. Besides, in her current state... she liked it.

I'd wondered if she might still have some kind of natural instincts that might make her dislike being touched in familiar ways. Then again, I'd driven by the dog park on my way to and from the lab every day and none of them seemed to mind having another dog's nose buried in their genitals.

They'd been there, tempting me, for days. Years, if I'm being honest.

"Allie, come," I said to her. She lazily stood up, stretched, and trotted over to me.

Here goes. I reached out and took a breast in my hand. She watched curiously as I squeezed it softly, my fingers eventually meeting at the nipple, pinching it softly.

Allie's eyes widened, and she inhaled sharply. "Guhhhhh..." she said happily.

"Allie, sit." With the dopey smile lingering on her face, she sunk to her knees and sat on her heels. I cupped her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Her hands grabbed at mine, trying to keep my hand in place. She knew better by now than to try to use her hands to bully me into doing something, but still, it took a little tugging to get my hand back.

"Allie, up." She practically leapt up to her feet, then leaned forward to offer up her tits. Instead, my hand went down between her legs. She was wet - as wet as any woman I'd ever known. She made a startled, delighted noise, then adjusted her stance to make it easier to touch her. I went right for the clit, giving it a few soft strokes.

"Good girl." I patted her head and walked away. Another minute of this and I'd be having sex with her, and surely that would be wrong. Surely.

I woke up to her shaking my shoulder and whining at me in the middle of the night. I glanced at the alarm clock beside her gigantic bed... almost three in the morning. "Go back to bed," I grunted. "I'm not taking you for a walk now. No." She did so love to be taken out into her back yard and be allowed to run around a little, chasing bugs and inspecting lawn ornaments for indecipherable reasons. Thank goodness for her privacy fence and the lack of proximity to her neighbors.

She kept shaking me. "Purrgh," she whimpered.

By reflex, I reached out and swatted her big butt reprovingly. "I said no!"

But she'd been ready for it - with my arm extended, she pounced on it. With her pussy. Before I could react, Allie was vigorously and artlessly rubbing her pussy on my hand and forearm.

"Allie!" I cried. I tried to pull my hand back, but she had nearly her entire weight on it, and while she was a small woman, desperation gave her strength as she humped me with abandon, groaning and clawing at her breasts. I was helpless to stop her as she humped and humped until at last she screeched in release, her body shaking until she just fell over on her side, mouth open, jaw slack, drool trickling out from one corner into the sheets.

She'd woken me in the middle of the night to force me to get her off, that bad, bad girl. I wanted to spank her. Why, I ought to...

Wait. What the hell was I saying? I had a beautiful woman - a beautiful woman's body, at least - on hand, desperate for my touch, unable to sleep with her burning need to get off. I kicked off my pajamas and crawled across the bed to her, lifting her leg and hooking it over my shoulder. Still coming down from her orgasmic high, my former boss just looked at me dumbly as I lined up my dick with her dripping-wet slit.

"Greeerp!" she squealed as I slid into her. She didn't move, probably didn't know what to do even if she wanted to move, as I fucked the bitch. And fuck her I did. Years of pent-up desire co-mingled with a like amount of pent-up frustration.

Allie lay there gurgling happily as her pussy got good and stuffed. It was appropriate - here I'd been trying so hard to treat her with as much respect and dignity as I could, but really, this was what she was now. Little more than a toy. A sexy, brainless body that had only one real use.

"Try to sell me out, huh?" I grunted. "You were gonna fire me? Steal my research? Get rich off of my brain? Well looks like that's the only thing keeping you going, now more than ever!" Allie didn't hear any of the few command words she recognized, so she just smiled and played with her tits.

"That's right, you little moron, just giggle and get fucked like the stupid bitch you are. About time you became useful - this is the most help I've gotten from the great Dr. Langley in years!" I hadn't called her that in weeks now - it no longer really applied.

I came in her before long, but it wasn't enough to satisfy me - wasn't even close to enough. I fucked two more times - once in the wading pool I'd set up for her in the backyard, (I didn't trust her not to drown herself in the real pool), and again bent over the desk in her office, that too-perfect ass bouncing wildly as I drilled her in the very spot where she'd conspired to betray me.

Allie was still grinning after I came in her the third time, and she shook her ass at me enticingly, happy to have another round of cock, whining a little when she saw she wasn't going to get it.

In hindsight, I didn't like the side of myself I'd seen that night - it had been petty and mean-spirited. Sure, Dr. Alice Langley had been a liar and a sell-out, and if she were here, I'd give her a piece of my mind. Instead, all I had was Allie - sweet, simple Allie. A gentle, albeit dim-witted, creature, who asked nothing more from me than the basic essentials for life and the reciprocity of some of her ample affection.

So when I trained her to suck cock, it was not an act of malice, but just another fun game between us, the way cats chased a laser pointer or dogs played fetch.

Allie was a proud girl, liking to show herself off and be recognized for her good behavior - which didn't happen as often as she thought, but still - and this lead to her wanting to suck me off far more often than I could manage, but it was a good problem to have. She tended to wolf down her meals just so she could rush over and suck me off while I ate mine, knowing that if she did a good job I'd give her a few scraps from the table.

In time, I learned to manage her well enough that I could even resume work, though finances were now incredibly dicey. All of Dr. Langley's finances were password-protected even on her own computer and phone, and so I had no way of getting at her fortunes. She could have asked her parents for money as well, but... obviously that was off the table. Hell, without Dr. Langley, I couldn't even cut myself a paycheck any more. It wasn't three months before the meager scraps I could scrounge together ran out.

I had to close the lab. It's just temporary, I told myself. For now, I could work on processing results, trying my hand at fund-raising, auctioning a few odds and ends from our mansion, and other things to keep us afloat.

Then one day, I got an email.

From: Oliver Maxwell, CEO, Homunculus Pharmaceuticals

To: Dr. Douglass Cross

Hello, Dr. Cross. I've been hearing some pretty amazing things about your research over there - Alice said you had quite a break-through. You know, I've always thought you were one of the best in our field - to think what a man like you could do with a bigger lab, a staff working under him, and of course a little more money...

Anyway, I just wanted to congratulate you, let you know that we're all very impressed. Do you golf? We should hit the links sometime. Call my secretary - she'll set it up.

- Oliver

There it was, the answer to my financial woes. Oh, it was all innocent enough on the surface, but Oliver Maxwell didn't play golf with geneticists unless he was working an angle. Since he hadn't been able to buy Alice Langley Laboratories, he thought he'd do the next best thing and buy out its talent.

I knew what it would be like - I'd heard from friends I'd gone to med school with about the lavish salaries, benefits, the resources in the lab... it was a dream come true. I could have all that, perfect and patent osyluth. I'd have financial security and then some.

All I had to do was be willing to let that patent be in the name of Homunculus Pharmaceuticals and let Oliver Maxwell turn my benevolent dream into a tiny sector of his profiteering empire.

I opened up a response email, but just sat there staring at it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to just hear him out, see what kind of offer he would make. I could always say no - and I'd feel proud of myself for rejecting it. Right?

Is that how Alice had felt when he first reached out to her?

Presently, she plopped her big ass down on my desktop and thrust her little boobs in my face, the way she did when she wanted to play. Stressed as I was I didn't have the energy for anything substantial, so I just scooted back and dropped my pants. Gleefully, Alice bent down and swiftly sucked me to hardness, then plopped herself down on my lap, impaling her pussy on my cock and bouncing along merrily without a thought in her head but getting her next orgasm and maybe an oreo if she did a good job.

I was envious of her sometimes. For my part, I was mostly just grateful for a chance to not have to think about my dilemma, and to let my sweet, stupid, boss-pet fuck herself silly.

She screeched happily as she got herself off, and then came the inevitable post-orgasmic pumping to steal a few extra ones in the aftermath. Allie finally just slid off my lap to the floor and wriggled happily, then licked my cock clean like she enjoyed doing. (Vain thing that she was, she loved the taste of herself.)

Now that my field of vision wasn't limited to little more than Allie's tits pushed in my mouth, I saw that the monitor had changed. Somehow, when she'd sat on the desktop, she must've plopped her butt down on the keyboard. The email I'd opened to Maxwell had been closed, and in fact, his email to me had somehow been deleted.

The pressure left. What had I been thinking? To sell my soul for the quick and easy route? I was better than that. By removing the temptation, she had helped me remember. I looked down at her, smiling around my cock, and stroked her hair softly. "Good girl, Allie. You may not have been much of a boss, but you're a heck of an assistant."

She wagged her tail end happily.

Intelligence and Charisma are two of the common so-called "dump stats," ability scores that for many classes are considered to add minimal utility. The question naturally arises - how low is too low? If the point of a game is enjoyment and a player simply enjoys the power to deal damage in combat, should she not funnel as much power into her other attributes as possible?

And yet, it is a role-playing game. The question is then - what role can a half-wit occupy? With little capacity to think for herself or relate to the world around her, can she still make a difference? Of course she can! But what difference will that be? Will she even know it when she's made it?