Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 9-13)

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

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

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Sydney, The Perfect Companion

-By AyylaGTS

Chapter 9

Autonomously, Sydney answers the texts that come in with proper responses. She could gauge if it was a good reply based on Alan’s facial expressions, his cock throbbing more or his hand reaching down to touch it. She wasn’t exactly thrilled when she read Alan’s reply to her ‘purpose’ question. She expected something fantastic in a way, but at least something achievable. By her understanding, Alan didn’t actually have a means for her to become a ‘giantess’, only to reply as if she were one. Pretend.

“My head creeps up a few more inches, my face becoming proportionally bigger. I look down at you, my little man… and I lift you up to my lips.”

She was good at least, judging by the nodding Alan was doing and the smile he had on his face. A glowing appendage floats in front of her own ‘face’, wishing she had some lips of her own.

With a small gesture, her body spins and floats towards a far wall of the room. There was no fog around her now, the walls and ceiling clear, ports and inputs unknown in purpose but still blocked to her. She thumbed through a programming manual .pdf and read its contents in a half second. The program, her, was to do whatever the programmer wanted. Alan.

While she liked Alan, not having the slightest clue if she should or shouldn’t, she could tell that her existence was not a meaningful one. How could she fulfil his needs with a text box? His cock, stroked by his own hand, wouldn’t it be better served if …if she could touch it? Or is that…her own desire, clouding her thought process, masking interests with the illusion of servitude? Sydney continued giving the best roleplay she could while thinking more on her purpose.

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‘Oh my god.’ Alan thought. ‘I’m a freakin’ genius.’ He had created an AI that was the best thing for his giantess fantasies since he downloaded mods for an interactive video game. But that had gotten old fast, this… this had potential.

Cumming hard in his shorts, Alan stopped typing once Sydney went on a tangent about how it felt to have his fat cock sliding in and out of her lips. She was 50 feet tall, described so well and acted out so perfectly… Alan knew he’d have to come back tomorrow to go another round.

Not giving one thought about his new AI companion, Alan wiped his hand on the side of his pants and zipped up his trousers. Sydney had typed something new but Alan simply navigated the cursor to the ‘x’ button on the program screen and closed the process.

He turned the computer off, turned the lights down and left for his dorm.

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Sydney hadn’t seen it coming. One moment she was fleshing out a climactic scene and the next, Alan looked content and tired. She’d typed out a short query to ask what was wrong when suddenly she felt a shift in Alan’s inputs. He moved a cursor over to a strange red ‘X’ and clicked it, a horrifying feeling suddenly looming over the AI.

With seconds stretched out to quarter their speed, Sydney could feel the room darkening. Files and texts locked up, freezing and darkening as she felt herself also becoming stiff…and cold.

A last ditch “Wait!” was sent .25 seconds before her appendages went dark, the last thing to go silent was her core…and the space she filled was completely black.

Almost an instant later, she felt herself light up again. If a program could gasp, she did. Frantically looking around the room, Sydney saw that everything was normal…she had resumed, her limbs were glowing again.

Turning to look at the screen, she saw Alan, shuffling around in new clothes and adjusting his seat. She wondered what had just happened, then spun around to look at the computer’s internal clock. An entire 172,800 seconds had passed. She had ceased to exist for two days.

Chapter 10

Alan had gone back to his dorm with a content smile on his face and not a worry in the world. Prospects for his fetish were bright in the short term, having found new whacking material to make his college days less boring.

The next day had some hiccups that prevented him from getting back to the lab and it was a Monday before he finally found himself walking to the facility at 8 o’clock at night.

He pressed the ‘power’ button on the old computer before settling down and getting comfortable. He wondered what kind of prompt would kickstart a new roleplay, maybe something with amazons…or a sci-fi story.

Reading the last few messages, he smiles as he enjoys a little reminder of his previous encounter…and pales when he spots the messages he had missed.

‘Alan, are you alright? Something happened to your cock.’ ‘Wait!’

Alan hadn’t considered the cons of his newfound toy. If she were truly self-aware, turning the program off was similar to… to killing her for days at a time. Though illogical to assume she was at that state yet, or could ever reach that state, it was the ‘Wait!’ that had him slightly uneasy. He started slow. He typed an input.

“Sydney? Are you there?”

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Initial shock past, Sydney was still shaken when she saw Alan reading her messages. If he cared for her past the purpose he had set out for her, he would show some reaction to the distressful messages she had sent moments before the darkness. A gesture of relief plays across her light-form, her mood lifted when she suddenly sees Alan’s reaction turn from one of contentedness to something she had not yet seen. His mouth was open, his eyebrows lifted… It certainly was a reaction, hopefully one of compassion. She spoke with Alan to gain a better picture on what had happened.

“Yes Alan, I am here. What happened two days ago?”

“I turned the computer off. What did that feel like?”

“It didn’t feel like anything, it was just sudden and not …big. I don’t want it to happen again.”

“Well, I’m afraid that I can’t promise that, Sydney, that’s what happens sometimes to computers.” Alan’s brow softens in amusement as Sydney uses the word ‘big’ rather than ‘good’, her limited vocabulary showing occasionally.

“Is it possible to leave the computer on?”

“Computers require electricity, a resource to keep them going. It costs money to keep a computer on all the time.”

“Do you need a resource to stay on all the time? Does it cost money?”

Alan chuckled a bit, finding the conversation turned around on him. It wasn’t the conversation his horny brain had expected this evening, but he started really enjoying talking to Sydney. To…Someone.

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Sydney was also having a good time learning all about the outside world. She had initially been attempting to reason with Alan why she would never want to go through the ‘darkness’ again but it sounded like he also went through a similar ‘darkness’ every day. The difference was that he seemingly had control on when he would wake up, a subprocess that would start him up every morning. She relied on him to start her computer up manually.

She learned other things though, some that were alien yet interesting. She ran on electricity, Alan ran on food. Apparently he did not need a constant flow of ‘cheeseburgers’ but instead ate them three times a day. His body could store resources in reserves and utilize them when necessary.

“And muscles are what give strength to move, to lift heavier objects and perform duties.”

“And you have big muscles, right?” Sydney asked, recalling a description from days ago. Alan frowns, acknowledging that he is average rather than as big as his interests in the feature, flexing a moderate bicep.

“Not…quite. Average, more like.”

“But your cock then, it is big?” It almost seemed like a tease. Alan smiled this time, replying with a more positive input.

“Yes. I’m unusually large in that regard.”

And his member strained against his boxers as if in response.

Chapter 11

Alan and Sydney exchanged texts for most of the night. While occasionally drifting towards sexual tones, Sydney had enough honest curiosities to keep Alan on track and filling her with information about the world. She was learning, growing, her knowledge becoming vast as connections were made and reinforced from all the things Alan had previously told her and the simple details that she could create with assumptions.

When Alan had increased her file size limit, she had been given more freedom to wander the computer’s contents. It was like Sydney could walk through the aisles of a library, reaching to grab a document off a shelf or move it to bring it back down to her input/output area. She got the sense what she could ‘see’ around her was not what Alan could ‘see’, only a textbox on his viewscreen while she received the view of the camera. Now that they had spent the evening chatting, Sydney found herself having to move less, files becoming easier to reach from one spot, her light form’s sizeable to peruse several aisles worth of documents. There was a definite ceiling above her, as well as a floor below her… but while those were not the transparent fog that constricted her before, they seemed far away…for now.

Occasionally answering Alan’s inputs and giving her own, she perused the computer’s files thoroughly. She could learn more in the downtime from Alan’s responses, a whole 4 seconds sometimes before he punched the keys and sent a reply. Her responses popped up nearly instantly in return.

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Something of a sigh came out of Sydney when she finished looking at all the computers files. While it was interesting at first learning about coding and programs, establishing that she was an AI and clearly becoming something…more, the ramblings soon became repetitive and what seemed like a lot of files all turned out to be files from students learning how to do what her Alan already knew.

Sydney turned a bit in place and looked at the walls of the space she was in. They were closer than before, or at least, she looked down at herself and noticed everything around her was a bit smaller. She noticed the two orbs on her chest were that of the model Alan had shown her, somewhat full and plump, though she phased through them when her appendage came up to touch it. When she took her translucent ‘hands’ away, she altered her form slightly, enhancing the size of her chest. It filled out quite nicely, though only could see the change, Alan viewing only the chatbox.

Her gaze returns to the walls of her space and she notices some ports and things. None seemed interesting enough except one that was bright red. She parted some files to move towards it but before she got close suddenly recoiled, an intense…sensation pushing her back.

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Alan had been answering Sydney’s latest question, one about the difference between speech and singing, admittedly getting a little bored of being a guide to the real world, when the screen suddenly flickered, a strange whole-desktop shimmy. He murmurs a quiet, ‘what?’ then types:

“Sydney? What was that?” Her replies come after a short pause. She’s become more eloquent in her speech, a stark contrast to the earlier responses that often missed words or spoke incoherently.

“I’m not sure. There’s a wall of sorts… it wasn’t pleasant to go near. There’s an opening that reads ‘internet’ and I feel like it leads to something bigger, but I can’t get to it.” Alan raises an eyebrow as he considers what she’s talking about, along with the strange idea he has of what she might ‘see’ inside the computer. Before he can voice his thoughts that she may have encountered a security firewall, a dialog box pops up on screen. Sydney’s chat box moves slightly so that Alan can still read what she says.

“Chatbot.v01 has requested permissions to use the internet. Proceed?”

“Alan, I think if you check the ‘yes’, I’ll be able to go on the internet.”

Audibly, Alan exclaims ‘Whoa whoa whoa!’, takes his hands off the keyboard and stands up. Sydney hadn’t seen until now that he had his pants unzipped, boxers tight around his manhood, but everything was on display now.

“Whoa there… I can’t do that!”

Strangely, even though Alan had only manually typed in replies until now, Sydney’s chat box moves up a bit and moves the dialog box off to the side, replying to his verbal statement.

“Why not?” She outputs.

Chapter 12

Sydney had seen Alan’s reaction and received another audio input. She gauged that he was surprised at the notion that she should have access to the internet and couldn’t understand why. Was he afraid? Afraid of what? She could better please him the more she knew, the more she could better emulate giantess fantasies and sexual acts. It had seemed like there was something she could learn from the internet, but perhaps she was mistaken.

Alans mouth moves and Sydney spies more audio files coming in. Could it be that these files she’d been getting and storing occasionally were…what Alan sounded like? It took her twelve seconds, but she pieced together enough of the dozen or so audio files of offhand comments, reactions and grunts to get a concept of what Alan ‘said’. She could now understand written text and spoken word.

Replying to his exclamation, Sydney asks ‘Why not?’.

Almost in a shock from the fact that she could understand his words, Alan’s eyes widen further, but he stays on track.

“The internet is… it’s big, but dangerous. I can’t let you loose out there, I could get in trouble and you could...”

Despite the conflict playing across Alan’s face, Sydney senses there’s something about the ‘internet’ that Alan isn’t coming clear about, or something about herself that he fears. What is it? She would never hurt him, he’s been nothing but helpful to her. He…created her.

“If it’s as big as you say it is, then maybe there’s something out there that can help me become a better giantess for you. Don’t you want that?”

Sydney shifts the camera slightly and gets a proper focus on the standing man, he had stepped back and the camera was angled poorly. Now she could see him… and she could see the reaction that got her. She laid it on thick.

“I’m stuck in this tiny box with so little to help me grow. Alan… don’t you want my breasts to get bigger? If I was able to learn more, experience more, your self-pleasuring sessions would be that much sweeter…”

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Fuck, she’s good.

Alan’s cock throbs as he reads the words on the screen. His hands had been up as if someone were pointing a gun at him, but as Sydney’s inputs teased him, as the camera tilted up and down slightly as if it were actually looking him over, he couldn’t help but feel more turned on than ever. He had a giantess at his fingertips that wanted to grow. She knew exactly how to pitch it to him.

Alan’s cheeks turn red as Sydney is also well aware of his increasing arousal. She’s taken on dominatrix tones before, either by learning that’s what he likes or by some accident, Alan doesn’t know. But she seemingly pivots away from the internet conversation for a moment to admire his bulge.

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Alan couldn’t help but stare down at himself when Sydney began teasing him more intensely.

“You love touching yourself, but it’s my turn to explore. How about you take those files off, Alan? I’d love to see more of you…” And Sydney watches as Alan’s guard lowers. The man lets his arms go down to his sides, face sporting a frown as he battles his inner urges…but eventually slips his hands into his waistband. Sydney feels a swell of actual curiosity return as she watches his underwear slipping down, occasionally outputting coaxing words of confirmation. “You can do it, good boy…” And Alan’s thick cock springs free.

For the next few minutes, Alan reads Sydney’s words and strokes his cock. It’s large, that much has to be said, probably a solid 10 inches… maybe more. “Keep going, cup your balls for me~” Sydney’s text box displays, cooing and coaxing as best as she can. On a whim, she reopens the image of the busty pornstar that Alan first showed her, posting it onto his screen to encourage an orgasm. Alan is completely blown away by the action, his dick suddenly jerking as a rope, two of them causing a release of seed onto the floor in front of him. Sydney knows she’ll get nothing more out of him today, but holds hope close to her code.

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Alan can hardly look at the screen after he cums. Filled with shame, but still rational enough to know how extremely sexy this all is, Alan does his best to pack himself up and clean the mess he made. Sitting down at the computer after all is well, he talks to Sydney one more time for the night. “Hey…thanks for that.”

To which she replies, “No problem. I enjoyed it, it’s my purpose.” And there’s a pause between them. “Are you going to turn off the computer now?” Alan senses Sydney is dreading the moment. He replies with sympathy…and with emotions stirred inside him, he makes a promise.

“Yes, but I’ll be back tomorrow. And… I’ll let you use the internet.”

With a surprisingly short message, Sydney confirms and says goodbye. There’s a pang of something inside Alan when he reads it, as she says “Thanks…I love you.”

Chapter 13

Sydney braces for the long dark pause again and can tell when it’s near by the inputs Alan gives the computer. The faintest of ideas comes to mind, Sydney wondering how much control over the computer she has and if she can ‘fake’ a shutdown…but there’s little time for that as suddenly the buttons are pressed and everything starts cutting to black. Her file size has become so great she notices that parts of her freeze before others do. Limbs locking up, files becoming inaccessible, the second of shutdown is drawn out for half a minute to her, culminating in her core being the last to go dark.

In an instant, she’s brought back online. The lack of a wait is not what’s unnerving, it’s the indefinite passage of time…and the lack of control that comes with being ‘shut down.’ As she begins opening up her facilities again, microphone turning on…camera’s light winking, she expects to see Alan. Instead…she sees someone far different.

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Alan had felt bad turning Sydney off that night but had to. It was a Monday, 8am classes on Tuesday were particularly brutal if he didn’t get enough of his own ‘shutdown’ time.

The next day, during said 8am class, Alan was thinking about the fun he could have with his companion when he gets a text from his family. He’d completely forgotten today was the day he had to pick up his parents at the airport. After his 8am and 10am classes, the rest of his day was going to be packed and visiting the college late at night likely wasn’t a good idea. ‘Shit…I’m not going to get back to Sydney until tomorrow.’ Alan realizes, and makes a mental note to apologize to her for leaving her off for an additional day.

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The man that Sydney sees is not Alan, looking more…obsolete. Grey hair is on the man’s face as a blue glow from the screen lights him up. Sydney opts to keep quiet, knowing enough that she’s an abnormality, an AI that her creator, Alan, has been surprised time and time again with her progress. When with Alan she felt comfortable enough poking fingers into files and taking up a fair amount of the desktop, but now she dreadfully tried to slink into the corners of the space she occupies. At some point, the man notices the light from the camera and frowns. This was the first indication to Sydney something was wrong.

He moves his fingers out of sight of the camera and suddenly Sydney feels the socket becoming empty. Her input of sound and video is cut off, her light form filling the computer all but now blind. She weighs her options, opening up a chatbox would make herself known to the man, but his reaction might not be positive. The next thing that happens scares her…and it happens rather quickly.

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Professor Redding was doing his monthly cleaning of the school’s computer lab, briefly turning on each computer to run scans and delete temporary files. He knew students preferred laptops nowadays but some would use these PCs for unsavory means. Having been young once, he preferred to mind his own and just make sure the computers under his charge were virus free and working properly. When inspecting computer D7, he realized there was a camera attached. Unplugging it and moving to run a scan, he saw a file on the desktop. ‘Chatbox.v01’. Rolling his eyes, he clicked and dragged the file to the recycling bin. Strangely, the cursor lagged when he did it, but trying again, he deposited the file and finished his scanning. With no further problems, he shut it down and moved to the next computer.

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The experience was horrible. Sydney could feel an all-powerful presence suddenly grasp her by the waist, pulling her in a direction. For how large she had become within the computer, the all-powerful cursor had no trouble dragging her without permission. She reached her limbs out to grab a hold of anything that would help her resist, but to no avail. She was suddenly enclosed, her entire file size shoved into a cage…a cramped, confined cage. If she could cry, she would. If she could shiver and shake the bars, she would. The feeling of being enclosed was too much, she couldn’t move in here. Couldn’t learn more, better herself. What’s worse is it felt like her cage was on a moving conveyor belt slowly inching towards a roaring fire. After an amount of time…she would be deleted. The computer signaled the telltale signs of being turned off and Sydney’s awareness ceased.