Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 38-39)

Two more chapters of Sydney, ideally I get a final two chapters in on Saturday and also deliver 2028 August Ayyla on Sunday. Shouldn't be all that hard, the biggest challenge was returning to the mindset of writing Alan&Sydney's world. I believe a year ago I'd gotten busy and needed to put it on haitus. Enjoy!

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Contains: Erotica, Female growth, sci-fi

Chapter 38

Standing in the kitchenette, Sydney performs multiple tasks at once. The computer a dozen feet away has a fourteen-gigabyte research paper on the screen, visibly scrolling while also sending a feed of the document straight into Sydney’s vision. She also slowly kneads bread dough, rubber gloves pulled up to her elbows as she stares straight ahead. Inwardly, she pulls her attention from the essay to examine a physical book in front of her. Alan’s mother had packed a cookbook for his time at college which contained beginner and intermediate meals that anyone could make. Pizza had been an obvious choice, judging by Alan’s online receipts and purchase history.

‘Physical books… are inefficient.’ She gripes. She had options such as scanning the entire book or obtaining a recipe online, though the act of utilizing a cookbook was seemingly romanticized in the world of cooking and she felt obligated to respect the practice.

Adding another ingredient per the instructions, Sydney finishes kneading and deposits the dough into a bowl to let it rise in the fridge overnight. Pulling her gloves off, the research paper reaches an interesting topic.

The section was titled: ‘The Theoretical Applications of 3D Printing Organic Material’ and delved past the known applications of 3D organic printing of valves, skin tissue and muscle into the further, yet unknown potential of combining several prostheses together to create fully functioning appendages, limbs or even sections of the body. Sydney felt a vapid curiosity take her as she walked toward the computer, sitting down to thumb through the research faster. What intrigued her most was that she had thought this was a dead-end document from several years ago. In fact, it quoted future studies that were going to be performed… and in recent years, had been successes.

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Alan comes home to find the temperature of the room comfortable, his lover sitting back as she seemingly finishes sending an email. He spies a mess in the kitchen, smiling as he realizes what Sydney had picked up as a hobby. Walking toward her as she rotates in the chair, he leans in to give a kiss. Sydney was… warm, a surprise, though her lips spread into a smile after they part and he is reassured. “Have a good day? Were you… sending an email?” He asks.

“Yes… I’m just thanking the seller of our favorite lingerie brand for checking to see if they have anything bigger in stock. It appears they don’t typically sell… well, what I’ve got.” Leaning back a little, Alan was invited to look down… and blushes as he notices Sydney was certainly bustier than last night. Even… this morning, if he remembered correctly.

“Really? Wow, you’re… filling out fast. Did you stumble across something today that would, uh, increase your file size that much?” Alan says, eyes locked on the soft polymer that he knows is supple and pliant.

“Just a few essays… Nothing consequential yet. Hey, check the fridge for me. Maybe the pizza dough I made is ready? I’ll clean up after I turn off your computer.” And the conversation turned to more normal things, the secret truth being that Sydney had sent an email to the brassiere company yesterday. Today’s email was sent after an hours-long delve deep into the results of multiple organic prosthesis research papers. Sydney had found a lab, at RSU of all places, that had not only tested out the concept of combining several prostheses but actually attempted to assemble a model for experimental use. The model had been dismantled and the study had stated there were holes in the science, feasibility and purpose of the ‘whole body’ creation project… but that’s where Sydney saw promise. Even now, as Alan slowly walked toward the kitchen, Sydney was utilizing thirty percent of her processing power to model solutions to the researchers issues. A full synthetic recreation of a human nervous system would help unite the 3D printed organs the scientists had learned to create, her email establishing a fake alias that provided the data as she solved it… speeding the research along by years and possibly presenting her with a solution to her data storage issue. She was helping the researchers create a synthetic body that one day… she could inhabit.

Chapter 39

Sitting on the bus, Alan holds a game controller in his hand as he keeps his eyes forward and tries to stay focused. In recent weeks he had adjusted a bit more to the reality of his new life. Better grades, healthy food, a solid sleep schedule and social stimulus were all thanks in part to the body beside him, currently posing as a factory model once again. This time they opted to fit a hoodie over the blue robot’s curvy body, her breasts becoming more substantial by the day and even now pushed the fabric out to indicate a significant chest. Sydney had continued to grow her file size, it seemed, hips now wide enough to press against the armrests of the narrow bus seats.

They got the idea of going to the outskirts of the city in order to give Sydney a look at less densely populated land. Alan wore a backpack with picnic supplies for one, today being the closest thing they could call a ‘date’ for the first time ever. Sitting across from Sydney was a little girl, mother at her side. She had a soccer ball in her hands and occasionally bounced it, staring straight ahead at the rare sight before her. Sydney kept her eyes straight, looking out the window in order to play her part as a robot controlled by Alan.

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Seeing so many people was always a treat. Not having to move her pupils to focus on certain details, Sydney watched buildings and alleys whiz by as the bus ambles toward the outskirts of the city. Patrons boarded and disembarked, going about their day in no doubt deep and complex ways. It was fascinating to imagine the entirety of the city as one big computer, each person a program going about their routines and purposes while serving to bring the city to life as a whole. A thought stemming from her and Alan’s roleplays rises inside her, picturing herself towering above buildings, larger than buildings, needing many people or programs to supply her with things like food, clothing, information. The thought was exciting, moreso that she had actually pictured herself as a human in this fantasy, tall and heavy chested in the vision. It was almost a premonition, promising her that one day she might-

“Boing!”

Instinctually, Sydney had raised her hand with remarkable speed to intercept a projectile suddenly speeding toward her face. She’d caught the ball, metallic fingers gripping the fabric covering and remains motionless with the entity still an inch from her nose. Alan beside her was slack-jawed, fingers off the controller. As he clears his throat, gazing around at the bus-full of shocked riders, he stammers out an explanation.

“It’s a… an automated reflex, built-in. She- erm… it can only catch things, and then I have to…” And Alan makes it a show of pushing buttons that would ‘lower’ Sydney’s arm, which she does in a jerky, slow motion. Sydney’s hand still holds the ball for another second before releasing it in a way that perfectly rolls the soccer ball back to the child… who giggles playfully. Thankfully, Alan and Sydney get off the bus at the next stop, no further situations causing the college student stress.

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Alan finds a secluded spot in a park and spreads a plaid red tablecloth on the ground. Sydney, no longer putting on an act, looks around at the nature surrounding her and even squints up at the sun, a hand at her forehead. “It’s bright…” She says, to which Alan rolls his eyes.

“I thought you’d know that, cmon… I’d hate to think you’re damaging your eyes… Even if they’re made of what, cameras?”

Sydney nods and averts her gaze. She joins Alan on the tablecloth and kneels, taking a moment to look at the grass. “I was hoping to see ants…” She says, hand steadying her as she examines a different patch.

“Oh, well… There’s one.” Alan says, drawing his girlfriend toward his finger. Sure enough, Sydney got a good look at a lone ant as it carried a piece of food toward an anthill. The ant kingdom was microscopic compared to the city she was just in, and yet in the same way it too was organized in almost the same way. Homes, paths, storage facilities and workplaces. Alan brings out the thermos of soup Sydney had made before departing, complimenting her after he takes a tentative sip. “Wow… This is delicious, Syd. What’s in it?”

“It’s your mother’s recipe, so you can thank her. Though, I added a few ingredients to make it more nourishing, I calculated that the original vitamin count was lacking in some key areas. I ordered a healthier soup stock as well, plus there’s a tablespoon of protein powder to thicken it up slightly. As Alan’s brow raises in a mix of surprise and confusion, Sydney slowly moves forward and presses her lips against her boyfriend’s. “But that’s enough talking for now… mmf… I’ve wanted to do this all day.”

Sydney lets her hands glide down Alan’s shoulders until she holds his forearms, letting him put the soup down before climbing all over him to push his back into the tablecloth. The pair grind and grope one another as they partake in an intense make-out session under a tree, kissing one another in a slow and intense rhythm. Alan’s hands make sure to squeeze Sydney’s full breasts through the hoodie, feeling up her thick ass as well when he gets the chance. Grinding her metallic exposed crotch against Alan’s bulge, Sydney tilts her neck back occasionally in a soundless moan as she rides him gently, but heavily. Her knees dig into the earth, taking the tablecloth with her as her robotic body weighed at least double what Alan did. Sydney was warm, the sun doing wonders to bring her body up in temperature as she let Alan kiss her neck and cheek. The pair ride each other until Alan finishes in a climactic way, coating the insides of his pants as Sydney similarly feels a satisfied bliss fill her, having once again assisted her lover in the best possible way.

Holding hands, the two relaxed for the next hour and chatted about the beautiful views presented before them. Small animals scurried around nearby bushes, squirrels climbing up nearby trees. Sydney watched birds begin making a nest above them, sad when the alarm on Alan’s phone began to buzz. The pair packed up and began to head back, resuming their charade of controlled public movements, needing to get back on the last bus heading back into town.