Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 31-33)

Contains: Erotica, Female growth, slow build, blowjob

(NOTE: The alternates are taking a long time to render on account of the reflections in the pool scene. Below are the next 3 chapters of Sydney instead! After a month break, I am back in the groove of writing it. Alternates will be tomorrow or Saturday night, with the Sunday post on-time as usual.)

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Sydney, The Perfect Companion

-By AyylaGTS

Chapter 31

Sydney found herself in the position of her creator. To physically sit at a computer rather than be in one immediately gave the program a thought of what it meant to be able to start the process anew. ‘Could I create other AI, the way Alan created me?’ The process would require her to first figure out how to even turn on the desktop in front of her, servos guiding her hand to the mouse and keyboard.

‘No… I am unique, that much has been made clear. If other AI are to become sentient then so be it, but I will focus on my Alan and myself. We are…together in this, together in a pursuit of…’ And Sydney’s thought fades. What is her purpose? Another faint line of code, one of millions, flits into the forefront of her processes. Alan had once commanded that she “Grow into a giantess for me. I want you to expand, breasts and ass getting bigger, body filling out… Getting so big that you can pick me up in one hand and perfectly suck my cock all day long!”

Turning her head to see the snoozing young man in the bed behind her, Sydney smiled at the innocence of it. She was capable of more than just roleplay now. Pretending to become a giantess would not be the life she pursued. Interpreting that command as a purpose of actually becoming a giantess… Now that seemed like something impossible, and to pursue something impossible would be illogical. Companionship however… She had always been charmed by her creator, be it his desires to lead a pleasure-filled life, the care he paid her or the debt of being created undoubtedly causing some bias. Still, becoming a companion to Alan was an original purpose she had come up with herself. It would be her new driving factor, cemented with newfound resolve.

Her first task was to bring the desktop online. She could apparently connect to the internet through her body but would be limited by the internet connection anyway. Better she saved power and utilized the familiar device she previously called home.

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Alan roused, still pants-less but well rested. His movements caused Sydney to turn, greeting him with a smile to start the day.

“Good Morning, Alan.” She said. Her voice was crisp and clear. Alan could see there was a usb plugged into her neck, leading him to assume she was interfacing with the computer in an impossibly fast manner.

“Good Morning, Syd…are you …okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Do you mean this?” And Sydney’s wrist lifts slightly to move the cable. “As you once said, computers require electricity. I realized an hour ago I need to stay charged… Perhaps a nightly ‘turn off’ is in my future after all, whether I like it or not.”

Alan found this comforting in a way. Robot or human, residing with someone that was awake while you were asleep required a great deal of trust. He was still taking a large leap of faith in believing that movies about rogue AI were just that, movies, but Sydney seemed to defy the stereotypical Hollywood portrayals.

The screen behind Sydney was a lot simpler than he expected. “Haven’t tried hooking yourself into the computer? You could learn more faster that way, or something…”

Sydney shook her head. “With the limits of your internet connection and my power intake, I’d rather take it easy and browse slowly. I also believe this fact …comforts you. No?” Alan sighed as he stood. Stretching his arms out.

“Syd, I think I bit off more than I could chew the moment I helped you become what you are. Whether you browse websites one at a time or a hundred, I’ve committed to trusting you.”

Sydney’s eyes tracked Alan’s cock when he stood, putting a smile upon her lips as it came to a rest. “I like hearing that you trust me, Alan. Now how about we continue last night’s explorations?” The chair creaks as Sydney stands, the usb cable she had connected being the only thing keeping her near the computer. Alan watched as the blue figure rose up, taller than him…and he swallowed.

“Uh…I have class, Syd… I can’t stay here with you all day. Trust me, I never thought I’d be the one turning down advances from someone else.” Sydney’s blue eyes turn upwards with a slightly sultry look and she sits back down, much to the chair’s complaint.

“Then I shall be here when you return. My initial estimates of the complexity of this world have underestimated by a large magnitude. The concept of artistic baking is my latest puzzle. Why create something that expires so quickly?”

Alan grabs a bath towel and begins to head to the bathroom, smiling and doing his best to remain neutral. “People have been puzzled over ‘art’ for centuries, Syd. Good luck fully understanding that one. I’ll be home before evening.” And he departs, both companions content.

Chapter 32

A week passes, Sydney and Alan falling into an amiable routine. Throughout the day, Sydney explores the internet online and gains an understanding of various topics. Complex ones, like calculus and math come easy to her. In a manner of hours she internalizes and comprehends graduate level teachings and formulas. Culture and history however, require a far slower and more delicate ‘combing’ of facts and sources. She quickly discovers that the truth of a historic event is never clear-cut, the writer of the piece and the teller of the tale often biased with conflicts of interest, preferences and errors. Alan was happy to elaborate on certain events as he understood them from his own education, finding that Sydney preferred to keep to the facts as much as possible, disinterested in rooting for any groups.

“This is human history, not my own. I believe neutrality has value.” She stated one night, perhaps the most AI-sounding thing Alan had ever heard her say.

At the same time however, Sydney discovered that she had an enjoyment of certain TV-shows and movies. “The worlds you humans can imagine and create, they are filled with histories that are neither human or AI!” Stories of fantasy and romance were some of Sydney’s favorite, playing particular movies back and double their speed so she can experience a whole trilogy in half the time.

Alan’s earlier mention that humans need food in contrast of robots needing electricity also came back when Sydney witnessed his routine of cooking. “So you purchase the more expensive brand? What makes it more expensive?” Alan could provide no answer other than ‘it tastes better’. Without a measure of taste, Sydney remained confused and spent another night researching.

After roughly two weeks, Sydney laid curled up on Alan’s bed one night as they watched a nature documentary. Sydney had seen it before but found it interesting nonetheless. Alan, pajamas on and having not felt Sydney’s touch all day, glanced sideways at his companion.

She had changed, some. The slim blue thighs she sported when first arriving had thickened some. Breasts similarly were a handful, moreso considering her overall size but definitely prominent these days. Arms, forearms as well, had a plumpness to them that they didn’t before. “Syd… You’re a bit bigger, you know.” With the litheness of a cat uncurling for a stretch, her motors softly whir as she uncoils and looks down at herself. Her movements were remarkably human, her voice clear and matching the movements her lips made.

“It’s a feature of this body, sweetie… As my file size gets bigger, it appears liquid drives are capable of expanding. You like it, I’m sure.”

“I do…”

Sydney doesn’t have to look, she brings a metal hand gently down to Alan’s crotch and finds what she expected to. A bulge, filling his fabrics as she finishes stretching. Sydney leans in and presses her soft lips against Alan’s, getting him to firm up more as his hands begin to adjust and palm her cheek.

Alan feels his ten-inch cock nearing erection when Sydney slows. “Wait Alan, I’ve got something new for you.” With an easy motion, Sydney’s leg arcs up and hooks herself off the bed. She was more graceful by the day, bending over to grab a bag. Her rear had gained generousness as well, something Alan welcomed. “Take your pants off, I’ll prepare your surprise~” And without another moment, Sydney strode into the bathroom while clutching the bag.

Alan had a hunch, but when Sydney’s blue figure stepped out of the bathroom he was surprised nonetheless. A pair of red lingerie, slipped over her chest and fashioned around her hips, did much to cover her lack of sensitive areas…leading to a far more teasing figure than when she was fully exposed. “Do you…like?” Sydney asked.

Alan’s cock throbbed as if in response and he nodded slowly. “But…how?” Without a credit card, Alan had only a checking account to pay for food. To his knowledge, no such purchase had been made.

“I merely told the website that the article was paid for…and had it delivered. I thought it would be worth it for the surprise, we can pay them after.” Alan knew he would have to have a chat with Sydney about using her capabilities in such a way but before he could say anything else she pounced on him. Such a weight pressing against him so quickly was liable to knock the wind out of him, but Sydney had calculated the jump very carefully.

Their lips connect, Sydney bringing Alan down onto the bed while her thighs began grinding on his member. She had learned he wasn’t a fan of hearing her speak while they made out, but affirmative hums and moans were more than acceptable. Warming up, it wasn’t a shock when Sydney’s metallic hand reached down and begun caressing her lover’s big balls. Their kiss continued, Alan being driven wild by the new sensation of a fabric covering on Sydney’s chest to squeeze and grope through.

“Mmf…Alan, you feel fuller than usual…” Sydney said, still grinding her thighs against his shaft. It was a common roleplay quirk that Alan loved, though today Sydney meant it and had not meant for it to sound like a fantasy. Alan continued enjoying the sensation of her gyrating thighs and she made no attempt to stop, so upon the words she stated he felt himself let go.

“Nngh…”

White ropes of cum hit Sydney’s chin and chest, a generous amount making a mess of her new articles of lingerie. Per usual, Alan collapsed afterward, spent and content, Sydney in a similar state. It was always enjoyable bringing her creator to climax, a satisfying indication of success. She lifted his light body and carried him to his bed, but shortly after setting him down she gave his now-flaccid cock another look. It was certainly getting quite a bit of use, nightly orgasms a guarantee since she had moved in. Making a mental note to do research on puberty, it had become clear a few days ago that Alan was sporting a longer than normal member. Sydney removed her lingerie, becoming naked once again, but this time after cleaning up she slipped into one of Alan’s sweatshirts. Plugging in and sitting down at the desk, she underwent her own version of sleep.

Chapter 33

Another week passes and Alan encounters an issue while doing laundry. Pulling clothes out of the dryer, he looks up to see the apartment complex landlord standing in front of him. The stern older woman had glasses and a ‘close to retirement’ teacher look. She crossed her arms and watched him shove laundry into a basket.

“Alan.” She said, making it clear she wasn’t here to wish him an afternoon.

“Mrs. William, can I help you with anything? I’m up to date on rent…”

“It’s not rent you’re defaulting on. Have you read your studio lease?” Alan cringed when the older woman grilled him about a document he scarcely remembered. “It explicitly states no noises after 10pm. I’ve had multiple complaints about your neighbors… Have you a girlfriend, Alan?”

“I uh…no Ma’am.”

“Then it appears you are lying or breaking another of the lease agreement’s rules.” Alan’s brow puzzles for a moment before he sees what has not yet been pulled out of the dryer. Another pair of lingerie that Sydney had bought and used the night prior. Alan’s cheeks blush bright red. “So if you are not in a relationship I can only assume you are bringing a harlot onto the property!”

Alan waves his hands, no explanation to provide but desperate not avoid a scene. “No no, Mrs. Williams it’s nothing like that!”

“No matter! If these complains continue, the HOA will act to file for eviction. Mind yourself, Alan.” And the woman pivots, leaving Alan alone.

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Sydney found herself making amends for the ‘stolen’ lingerie purchase she had made, mainly by beginning a small stock account in Alan’s name. She found that with a few penny stocks and rapid trading, meagre deposits of cash could be accrued in an account and expended on paying for clothing as well as a few bills she saw Alan had coming due. Her eyes fixated on a lacy top, the model wearing the garment not as busty as her own robotic figure.

She looked down, noticing a seam on the green t-shirt she wore was starting to fray. It was to be expected, fitting her 6’3” body into Alan’s wardrobe isn’t the best option for comfort or style, but for some reason the idea that she was busting out of any clothing at all helped activate interest in the next time she and Alan were to play.

Sydney stood, a clack of her heel sounding out as she moved toward the kitchen. She had no way to consume the various meals and substances Alan periodically brought home but she studied what he purchased, accounting for calories…proteins…vitamins and minerals. If Alan had any desires of ‘growing bigger’, wouldn’t he simply need to eat more food? Sydney finished her browsing and knew what her next topic of research would be.