Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 44-45)

Have these strong chapters before anyone else gets them as Sydney enters the third and final arc of her story! I've already made progress on this and you can rely(edit: oops) on another release thursday as we get into the climax of the story. It's all up from here, but we'll probably need a final week or two to wrap up this tale. I would bet this story doesn't go past 60 chapters. It's turned out to be a full novel, something I'll have to explore distribution wise in the future. It's a bit erotic for sure, but a paperback of this would be a real accomplishment. Anyway, enjoy!

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Contains: Erotica, Female growth, sci-fi

Chapter 44

“Who… are you?” Sydney asks. A lock of blue hair falls over an eye and Sydney stares at it. There’s a confused, innocent look on her face. Alan slowly reaches forward and nestles the bang over Sydney’s ear, reassuring her and introducing himself at the same time.

“Alan. My name is Alan. I’m not sure what you remember but you used to be an AI. I mean, you… Still are? I’m figuring this out as we go. Can you tell me if you know where you are?”

Sydney looks around the room and spies a robotic body sitting in a chair next to them. “I’m… here. In a room. Is that where I used to be?” Alan turns and looks at the chassis, eyebrows raising as he recognizes the return of an inquisitive, somewhat ‘younger’ Sydney. She had mistaken his question but delivered an answer to one he hadn’t thought to ask. Was she purely in one body or did it feel like she was split? A mental dissonance of sorts. Thankfully it appeared Sydney was fully integrated into, well, a human being. She wasn’t ‘wearing’ it, she was physically in the room in the same way Alan was.

“Yes, and this room is inside a university. We have a home outside these walls, there’s a whole world out there that we can live in and explore.” Saying that, Alan pauses for a moment and looks down at the naked body of the grayscale young woman sitting before him. He finds himself biting his lip as he wonders just what to do in the short and long term. People are likely to ask questions about the tone of her skin… and he very well couldn’t walk her out of here completely nude.

It’s at this moment there’s a knock on the door. Looking at Sydney one last time, she doesn’t seem perplexed. Things are going well and if that was Randal… It wasn’t a bad idea to get some help leaving the building.

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Randal enters with jeans and a tee-shirt draped over his arm. “Here, I assumed you would need something to… my god…” Randal looks at the sitting figure, watching as she looked back at him. Alert and attentive, Sydney stares down at the clothes and tilts her head.

Randal hands the clothes to Alan, slowly approaching the living being that had for a week lay motionless on the laboratory table. “Amazing… Fully functioning and alive, what does it feel like? Do you hold any previous memory of-“

Hands reaching as if to feel up the young girl’s joints, muscles and bones, Randal stops short when Alan stands between the professor and Sydney. “Ah, sir… She is no longer what you’ve created. Please… we really ought to go.”

It’s a moment of scientific progress for the professor, marveling at feat he helped accomplish. Wanting to ask so many more questions, to run tests and experiment, he was half driven to go against their wishes and call the police… but with the slightest of thoughts in the back of his mind, he wondered if the former Sydney hadn’t taken some steps to prevent such a thing. There was a possibility she was gone forever… and yet, a possibility she had moved on in her own way. It was better to let the two leave, his witness to the event a rare chance that may not have happened at all.

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Alan hands Sydney the clothing only for her to remain mute and stare at the articles of clothing, speechless. He takes a moment to understand and then takes the jeans, unzipping them in order to properly slide them onto Sydney’s legs one at a time. She seems to understand, slowly assisting slightly by the end of it all to get her thighs through and into a standing position. They lock eyes… Sydney far shorter than Alan.

“You’re… tall.” Is all she says. Her stare drills into his reaction, a slight surprise as he shakes his head.

“I’m not tall, just average. You’re… well, you’re the short one.” To that, she frowns, but looks around for the t-shirt. She fumbles with it for a moment, attempting to figure out how to cover her bare chest. Alan takes a moment to let her learn but in the end guides her petite arms into the holes and watches as her head slips through the opening. He once again fixes a lock of her hair that draped in front of her eye, tucking it over her ear. “You’re… very pretty, Syd.”

“Syd?”

“Ah, it’s just a nickname. Cmon, we should get going.”

Randal watches as Alan leads Sydney out the door, hand in hand. She was short, barefoot and her grey arms and blue hair are the last of her he sees. He inwardly imagines this can’t be the last he sees of them… and turns to begin sorting out the old robotic chassis sitting in the corner of the room. Only at the last moment does he see the computer screen flicker, a potential glitch in the system… or an earlier theory coming to light.

Chapter 45

Sydney and Alan make it home in the middle of the night. Sliding into their dorm with no lights on, Sydney bumps into Alan and utters a small wince of pain.

“Ouch…”

“Sorry…”

The pair get their bearings once the door is closed and the light is on. It was… jarring, Sydney’s presence used to take up so much of the dorm and she was never away when Alan was home. Now she stood there and was as real as ever but took up much less space. She stares around at the tidy room. “Is this where you live…?”

Alan looks around, somewhat amused. “Yes. You too, I mean that is… if you want to stay with me.” It had slipped out of his mouth, a sudden thought and idea that Sydney was no longer bound to him. She hadn’t been for quite some time, her robot body presented mobility and options to leave if she so desired. This was truly a fresh start however and the insecure part of Alan’s brain wondered if Sydney would see him for what he was… a college student with few notable qualities and a tendency to enjoy the multitudes of erotica he could find online. Sydney didn’t reply in a way that he expected though, a tinge of memory adding a tone to her voice that put him at ease.

“Why would I leave? We belong together, Alan.”

And to that, Alan’s jaw drops… and he hugs the young woman deeply. She had a small frame, her arms and body completely absorbed into the intimate grasp. She remained motionless but smiled softly. The words had spilled out of her, not knowing where they came from but knowing that they were indeed her own… and their meaning felt right.

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Sydney spends the rest of the evening learning a few things from Alan about what it was like to be a human. She had certain things down already, following him with poise and balance that allowed her to walk. She also took in air just fine, breathing as naturally as Alan does. It was things like brushing her teeth, stubbing her toes and taking care of her facilities that needed some learning. At the end of the night she had something of a grasp of it all, but felt a strange fatigue all over her body. “Alan… I don’t know what’s… I need… yawn…”

Alan smiled at that, flumping his pillow and presenting a horizontal surface for her on his bed. “You need sleep, Syd. You did a lot today and learned a bunch too. Sleep is something everyone needs. Even in your robot body you made it a point to relax each evening.

With this guidance, Sydney yawned again and began to climb into the covers. Almost instinctively, she scoots over and looks up at Alan.

“Oh no, not tonight. I… This has been an adjustment for me too, Sydney. Lets take things slow… I think sleeping in the same bed wouldn’t feel right. Not on our first night anyhow.” Slightly puzzled, but nodding after a moment, Sydney lays down and stares at Alan as he goes about his evening routine. Her eyes focus on different parts of him as he makes up a little sleeping area in his office chair. He was average, apparently. And she was short. But he had a different build than she did and for some reason… her eyes were drawn toward his crotch at times. This wasn’t a memory, instinct or anything tied to her former self. It was an interest she felt at this moment independent from all other sources of knowledge. Alan was a handsome young man… And Sydney was interested in seeing more of him.

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When the sun rises on the first full day of Alan and Sydney’s future, Sydney stirs first. Yawning, stretching her arms in a cat-like way that feels amazing, she blinks a few times and looks at the world around her. The room was small, though spacious. She swung her legs onto the floor and looked over at a sleeping Alan. He had fallen asleep with a blanket but it had slipped off in the night. Pajamas and a tee cover his body, mouth barely open as he lightly snoozes. Sydney bites her lip as she stands, silently padding over to the boy.

Her hands clench as she gets close, then unclench as she leans forward. He had a short lop of hair on his head, lighter, pinkish skin and a few freckles. Her own skin by comparison was matte, a grey that had all the texture and peach fuzz of a normal human but was entirely colorless. It was to be expected if she was ‘synthetic’, but she began to imagine it wouldn’t be expected by people not aware of her origin.

Pushing the dilemma aside for now, Sydney sets her mind to the task at hand. She had fallen asleep curious about her partner… and this was an opportunity to learn more. In the hours of coming to life, ‘learning’ had become a very fun activity for Sydney and she desired knowledge now about more… intimate matters.

Alan’s pants smoothly slid off his legs and revealed his boxers without drawing any stirs from their owner. Sydney’s hands then curled onto the waistband of his underwear and tugged down, slowly but surely revealing her prize. It was a cock, a big one at that… sleeping just as Alan was. She watched it for moments and moved in closer to get a better look. The member twitched under her breath, growing fuller with each passing moment. Be it that it was exposed to the air or Alan unconsciously knew what was going on, Sydney takes hold of the member and strokes it slowly.

Her gaze travels upwards and sees that Alan continues to sleep, not aware at all of her act. She opens her mouth when his cock becomes harder, and-

At that moment Sydney pauses. She feels… something. This act was both of an interest to her but also driven by… instinct. It was pleasant, though a different pleasantness spreads from between her legs. She lets go of Alan and looks down to see wetness causing a damp spot on her pants. She was aroused, her body responding accordingly to the lewd act she performed. Smiling, Sydney resumes her task and looks back at Alan’s throbbing member. It was bigger now, growing into a full erection that she needed two hands for. She slips her mouth onto his dick and begins to suck… A taste of a salty liquid slowly dripping from Alan’s member.

Sydney continues this act for almost ten minutes, the twitching and throbbing becoming stronger as Alan’s body becomes more and more aroused. Alarmingly, Sydney’s eyes fly open as suddenly Alan’s hips buck and begin a flow of cum begins flooding her mouth. She gulps, downing the salty liquid as rope after rope hit the top of her mouth and back of her throat. She similarly climaxes, blown away at the sheer release of pleasure coming from her own body. Had there not been a dick in her mouth, she would be crying out and moaning pleasantly.

Alan remains asleep for the entire ordeal, body wracked with pleasure and no doubt intruding in on any dream he was having. Sydney sat back, exhausted… and watched as Alan’s dick began to reduce in size. She did her best to pull up his boxers and pajamas again, returning him to his original clothed status. Stumbling back into her bed, Sydney feels a strange sensation take her. She felt warm all over, pleasant and…tired again. She pulled the blanket over her and stretched, hands reaching behind her head and toes flexing. If this was what it was like to be a human, Sydney was already content. The days ahead would undoubtedly present her with more fun things to do, sexual or not.