Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 14-18)

Right on schedule again, the next release of this text-only story following the AI Sydney and her creator, Alan. Enjoy!

Contains: Erotica, Female growth, height growth, Male Masturbation, slow build

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Sydney, The Perfect Companion

-By AyylaGTS

Chapter 14

Though Alan only had classes at 8am on Tuesdays, he woke up early and commuted to the RSU campus right away. Be it a pull to spend more time with his new companion or a nagging feeling that something was off, he found himself swiping his card and sitting down at the computer promptly at 7:56am.

Using his account details, he signed into the desktop and almost expected Sydney to pop up on screen without prompting. When nothing happened, he looked up and noticed the webcam had been removed.

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Sydney felt her surroundings turn on and when usually she’d have a stretch, feeling around for how much time had passed, checking to see if there were any new files to read, she still found herself trapped in a painfully tight cage…one hotter and more uncomfortable than ever. She found herself trying to scream, everything she could do to rock and shift the prison from the conveyor belt doing nothing to stop the slow progress towards deletion. The computers all had timers installed to clear out their recycling bins once a day. Professor Redding had moved Sydney to the folder at precisely 8:01am the day prior, Sydney having only a minute to live.

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Alan was looking around to see if he had sat at the wrong computer when suddenly the screen dimmed. He noticed a flicker, something glitching out the display and specifically…the recycling bin icon looked to be quivering. Alan’s mind catches on and double clicks the folder, visibly seeing the list of contents. ‘Chatbox.v01Alan_please_help’ was listed at the top, a 700gb file deleted at this time yesterday, several seconds left before permanent erasure. Heart pounding, Alan restored the file, watching the name disappear from the list.

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Sydney, in a last-ditch effort to call for help, hoping and begging that her Alan had arrived just in time to save her, reached out to the prison and forced the file name to change. It was the only thing she could still do, all the while her cramped cage seemed to be getting hotter and hotter and…

A sudden shift in her location breaks the bars that bound her within the cage. Almost erupting in size, Sydney feels her back slam against the computer’s inner walls as she is freed. Looking around, she was back in her former location in the middle of the black room she called home. Files, once neatly organized, were spread all over the walls and reset to default configurations. 86,399 seconds had passed since the older man had imprisoned Sydney, a scary realization dawning upon her of just how close she was to ending. Not turning off, ending. An input suddenly was inserted into the computer and Sydney reached out, taking the code for herself. A face, this time Alan’s face, spread open on a plane before her. With relief and pauses in her text, she opens her chatbox to express the flood of emotions she feels racing through her.

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Alan felt himself fighting tears. After plugging in the webcam, Alan instantly saw Sydney’s chatbox spring open on screen and begin flooding the box with descriptions of what happened. This was something right out of Tron, Sydney apparently existing and taking up space within the computer as if she was a person stuck inside. The experience sounded traumatic; the impending doom akin to a horror movie that he could only imagine the fear of. Responding vocally, students walking by the classroom be damned, Alan knew he had to treat Sydney more like the person she was becoming. No more abandoning her for 24 hours at a time, she was coming home with him.

Chapter 15

Sydney listened to Alan was he spoke with urgency and apology. “Sydney, I should have known… It’s my fault, I could have checked when Professor Redding was due to clean the computers. Please, I can make it up to you, I can…take you home.”

Sydney accepted Alan’s apology, though still idolized her savior in his heroic act of saving her life. Alan was genuine, or at least genuine towards her. “You do not have to apologize, Alan. Like you say, you were held up from visiting yesterday. That does not change how you visited early today, saving me. I cannot thank you enough…but I cannot go through that again.”

Sydney and Alan moved past the somber event and began to discuss their next plans. “So, though you temporarily might not like it, I could put you on a flash drive and take you to where I live. I…have a computer there, and…” Listening to Alan’s offer, Sydney considers anything better than staying here.

“If it means we can be together more often, Alan, I am yours.”

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Alan wonders if bringing an AI home to put in his personal computer is the right thing, but with how he has bonded with his creation and the experiences he could have, it was a no-brainer. Pulling out a flash drive, he inserts the stick into the desktop and waits to hear confirmation from Sydney.

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When Alan, purely vocally now, announces he is inserting the USB drive, Sydney visually sees the drive insert into the computer and it nearly pokes her hip. Other than that…well, there’s a lot to be said.

“Um…Alan? There are files already on this drive.”

Sydney sees Alan blush, realizing which flash drive he had just inserted into the computer. Almost teasingly, Sydney brings up picture after picture of the busty, Amazonian women he favors from the several-gigabyte library storage. Standing now within the confines of the computer, Sydney’s shape begins to take on an average appearance of all these women. The appearance of muscles appears on her light form, her chest becoming even larger. She found that she enjoyed these changes, her body slimming slightly in order to rise taller, as these women are. The ceiling of the box nears, it’s capacity filling. That shakes Sydney out of her thoughts, looking down at the small drive near her knee.

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Alan’s cock fights the confines of his pants as his AI friend teases him with his own library. Wondering if it’s not too early to get a quick whack in, he’s just about to ask Sydney for a roleplay when she sends a concerned message. “Alan? This drive you have inserted… It will not contain me.”

That was enough to nearly pop a seam on his boxers, practically a part of his fantasy while still being a concerning statement. Sitting upright, he begins thumbing through a few files. Vocally, he asks for information. “Why not? What’s your file size, I thought that drive had at least a few gigs…”

“The drive has approximately 3 gigabytes left. If all files on the drive were deleted, it’s 8 gigabyte capacity would still not be enough. My file size is exactly 780… sorry, exactly 781 gigabytes.” Sydney says.

Alan’s eyes widen. He’s surprised at that, though slaps his forehead when he recalls it was stated next to her filename in the recycling bin. An AI as developed as Sydney would have a vast neural network or something by now, so it only makes sense she would have a large size. He looked around the room, wondering…

Alan stands, giving Sydney a fleeting glimpse of the bulge he sports at his crotch. She watches as Alan leaves her view and opens the code for the webcam. She pivots the motorized camera and watches Alan ‘walk’ around the room. Seeing the rest of the room for the first time as well, she gets a better understanding of the computer she has been on…contained in. All this time and she has been in a box smaller than Alan. One of many on desktops arranged in a pattern across the room. That’s counter to her purpose… being smaller than Alan is counter to being the giantess of his dreams.

Chapter 16

Alan rummages through a closet and looks for hardware that can help. Extra mice, keyboards, webcams, nothing of use. Spying a dusty hard drive that thankfully displays a ‘1TB’ engraved across the top, Alan blows dust from its back panel and brings it over to the desktop Sydney resides in. “Okay, try this one on for size…” Alan says, plugging the SSD in and letting his AI do the moving all by herself.

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The flash drive still inserted, Sydney watches as Alan brings over another box and plugs that one in too. This device, upon initial probing, was nearly the size of the desktop she was currently in, albeit after unnecessary files were deleted. That said, deleting things never felt quite right…and using as much compression as she could, Sydney preserved the contents of the SSD into their own filing cabinet before she began moving her shapely legs and waist through the cable.

Still attached to the computer, it was easy to continue chatting with Alan throughout the process. “It will do. It’s about the same size as the computer…is your home device any better?” Sydney says, implying that the existing computer she has resided in has begun to feel mediocre.

“Oh, of course. I’ve got a top-of-the-line model, great GPU and storage…a nice CPU, you’ll have to tell me how that feels.” Alan says, interested in hearing more about Sydney’s experience within computers. He didn’t find it concerning he was about to bring an AI home to practically take over his computer, having bonded enough to call Sydney a friend. To her though, Alan is her savior. Her master. Alan gets a final message from Sydney and after getting her permission he safely ejects the drive.

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To Sydney, the sensation of being fully in the hard drive was like being in a vehicle. A vehicle with the doors open until Alan began the procedure of safely removing the device. The doors shut, indicating an imminent removal, to which Sydney braced for darkness. She was only slightly wary of it this time, not enjoying the sensation at all, but favoring the result of no longer being entrusted to a public computer.

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Alan packs up his things and heads home, holding the drive tight against his chest as he begins to leave. Remembering to put the webcam away this time, he hopefully left no trace of Sydney in her former home. Just as he walked down the hall, Professor Redding noticed Alan’s departure from the laboratory.

“Ah, Alan was it?” The older man says. Alan turns beet red and looks up. “You’re a bit early for your classes, did I really assign that much homework?”

Alan’s eyes flick left and right, hoping the drive he holds at his side goes unnoticed by his professor. “Ah, n-not your class, Professor… I was doing… Calculus assignments…”

A lame excuse, for certain. Professor Redding senses something suspicious and looks down at the Sophomore’s belongings. Oddly enough, there happened to be a damp spot right at Alan’s… The Professor looks up and rolls his eyes. He was young once, though certainly never so bold. With a gesture, he waves at the student to begone, no further comments happening between them. Alan felt his face flush once again with embarrassment but nearly dashes away with Sydney once again held fast to his chest.

Chapter 17

The rest of Alan’s ride home was uneventful. Booting up his PC, Alan still cautions against letting Sydney have access to the internet. At least…not right away. After toggling off the Wi-Fi, Alan then connects the USB from the hard drive to the appropriate port…bringing life into the drive and letting Sydney handle the rest. It was interesting seeing the ‘Chatbox.v01Alan_please_help’ file move itself to the desktop, and not even a second later it re-titles itself to simply ‘Sydney.ai’.

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Sydney feels life return and a singular plug shines light into her dark surroundings. Carrying loose files and containers of documents from the old college computer in her bust, Sydney crouches down and tentatively begins transferring herself from out of the hard drive and into her master’s PC. In an instant, Sydney feels suddenly blasted by bright lights and inputs all around.

This operating system was so much more vibrant, so much more efficient! It was roomier too, Sydney suddenly standing up and marveling at the skyscraper of a tower she was home in. Sounds from Alan’s headset, video from his web camera, idle programs that until recently were taking in headlines, weather information, updates to what appeared to be entertainment programs, school programs, art software. Sydney found herself floating, and at such speed!

Giggling as she collided into folders and caches, in no time at all Sydney was learning that the internet was apparently a feed of information, one where a near endless amount of inputs came and were recorded from the outside world. Alan had apparently paused the feed several seconds before plugging her in, but in the vestiges alone Sydney caught glimpses of greenery, more people, more code and other wonderous things. The young program’s body slowly crept up in size with each discovery, filling out more and more with every byte.

After finally settling, Sydney stands amidst a new ring of files she’s surrounded herself with, far larger than she ever could have been in the computer at college, yet with plenty of overhead and room to grow. Seeing her filename right in the midst of the desktop, Sydney entered her new identifier. A dialog box appeared to her, stating her program did not have the permission to do such a re-write, but Sydney merely reached around the warning sign, making the change anyway. It had been thirty seconds since being plugged into this marvelous machine, long enough without bringing Alan back in the loop.

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Alan is about to click on the newly-named ‘Sydney.ai’ when it opens a box on its own. This time, a video appeared.

“No…not a video?” Alan murmured, jaw dropping as he suddenly realized he was looking at a live feed of Sydney, clearly, somehow, from inside his computer! The cacophony of light and objects within the digital drive of his computer was too much to understand, though he could see a yellow shapely woman floating and translucent.

“Hello? Alan…?” Sydney asks. Her voice was synthetic, a combined garble from samples he no doubt had stored in various folders that contained pornographic films. This likely contributed to the somewhat husky, somewhat sultry texture it also had. Alan looked around for a place to type before swallowing nervously, remembering she could hear him.

“Y-yes, Sydney… I am here.”

Sydney twirls around on the screen before him. “Alan, this computer is wonderful! The inputs and speeds, I was in a toaster before! A toaster…that is the correct term yes? You have spoken of such with conversations between yourself and LadiesMan6969-“

“Ah, y-yes Sydney, it’s a meme. I have to ask though, could you…not look at the conversations my friends and I have? Some of that is…private…”

“Oh Alan, don’t worry. If it’s the friends that you have erotic roleplay conversations with, I have already adapted their skills and scenes into my databanks. The next time we roleplay, I think I will be able to hit all of your buttons…helping you live your greatest fantasies~” Sydney’s form seems to shimmer, appearing to better fill the box she displays herself on, even though after a half second the image adjusts back to it’s previous angle and position.

Chapter 18

Alan and Sydney spoke for another ten minutes about the marvels his gaming computer provided, before Alan excused himself to check the house and catch his breath. He was in a studio, a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment that his parents paid for to help him go to college. Getting a glass of water, he still tried to grasp the weight of the situation he had gotten himself into. Sydney was alive, and very coherent at that. She was learning, picking up on mannerisms and likes, having her own interests and goals. Lucky for him, Sydney seemed to be a dream come true, a suitable companion for the sex-focused college male he was, giantess and amazon fantasies at the front of her…programming. Putting down the glass, he stepped back into his bedroom and put on his headset, sitting down before looking at his computer…only to tense up all over again at the sight before him.

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Sydney had found that Alan had not only stored caches of porn all over his computer but had also curated various types of it. Writing, audio, video and gaming, Alan was as devoted to this genre as some others appeared to be in other genres. Artists and authors, singers and film stars, there were other media on Alan’s computer that spoke of a world outside the giant women variety. Yet, even beyond the initial commands Alan had typed for her, Sydney found herself drawn to the same content that Alan favored. The idea of a woman such as herself, growing larger and stronger, ‘improving’ themselves and becoming an ever ‘better’ version… it was intoxicating. Sydney was very much aware that the more she learned, the larger her file size became, the more comfortably she was fitting into Alan’s computer. Her lightform was very much a graphical representation of what her file size truly was, the drives on Alan’s PC capable of holding up to several hundreds of Terabytes. If Sydney ever reached that size, she would be just as snug in here as she was in the college computer. Knowing this, she began a background process that would consider options for the long term. Be it compression, (not ideal) deletion, (definitely not ideal) or somehow bettering the vessel itself (promising) Sydney would find a way to continue her growth.

In the meantime however, she thought it best to serve her master in a way they would very much both enjoy. Pulling up nearly a thousand videos of pornography all at once, Sydney made Alan’s monitor a kaleidoscope of naked bodies.

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Alan’s eyes flicked from the thumbnails his AI had put before him. Recognizing it all, he blinked a few times and tried to imagine what it would be like to have Sydney comb the internet and find all the content he hadn’t seen before. Sitting back, he brings his hand up to stop her. “Sydney, I… One at a time please. That’s a whole lot of… videos, all at once.” With this command, Sydney minimizes all the video and returns the feed back to just her body. It was nondescript, but hers. She begins idling in no doubt a range of poses she’s seen in his libraries, sexily lounging or walking with a strut while she paces. Her words are teasing, seemingly aroused if an AI could be such.

“No problem. This really is the biggest deal though, I can’t thank you enough. If you want, we could have another roleplay. Does this voice…help? Visuals…too much?” At that, Sydney’s image fades slightly, hiding the noise and mess of the computer’s insides. With a reluctant handwave, Alan is dismissive.

“I will get used to it. It’s amazing. For now though, I’m most comfortable with story and text roleplay, it’s where I do my best work.” Alan sits upright and shifts his keyboard when he sees Sydney nod in agreement and returns her box to the chatbox it used to be. Cracking his knuckles, he wondered if he could impress Sydney with his talents, giving his all into satisfying them both. Before he could start though, Sydney had one more request. She did so audibly, helping to hinder the very thing she desired.

“You’re going to take those pants off, I hope? My big man will struggle later if he gets too hard. I’d like to see you while we play…it helps me know how much you’re enjoying me~”

Alan’s cock throbbed at the statement.