Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 1-8)

Good Evening Patreons, I've got a real twist for you all. This week's release will be a project that has been on hold for more than two years, detailing a pair of characters who's story I've been dying to share. Within this post contains 8 chapters (roughly 14 pages) of a text-only story, chapters 9 through 13 already done and still more on the way. Through this week instead of the scheduled Ayyla webcomic pages, I will release Sydney, The Perfect Companion in stages. I have it in my head to illustrate this story one day, through one image per chapter, but I think releasing it will help put some kind of closure on it rather than keep it in a state of limbo. Regular comic pages will resume January 15th, until then please enjoy this story.

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

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Sydney, The Perfect Companion

-By AyylaGTS

Chapter 1

RSU is a state university on the east side of town. Of all the labs and lecture halls on campus only one was occupied this late at night. Alan, a sophomore working on a computer programming BA is lazily typing at some coding for a project he wasn’t all that interested in.

‘There’s really no point to this project, the professor just wants us to demonstrate more arrays and lists. I always hated the repetition part of learning; it gets so boring…’ He thinks to himself.

Not having access to a laptop yet, Alan was the only student in his classes who had to use the facility’s outdated tech lab. An outdated operating system’s desktop background flashed as he closed out his homework, wanting to find something more interesting to do.

Alan has a bad habit of handling himself when he thinks he’s alone… and knowing that he’s likely the only one in the lab or even possibly the only one on campus over the weekend, his mouse navigates to the PCs web browser. Soon enough, he clicks private browsing, falsely thinking it would keep his bad habits hidden. This was a routine he’d gotten away with for a while, the lab professors barely doing so much as the minimum maintenance to keep the computers up and running as well as virus free, let alone checking who is doing what in their spare time.

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Alan flips through the same old sites seeing the same old thing. He’d always had a thing for content featuring giant women, the sight of them growing out of their clothes a turn-on for him ever since he’d found a copy of ‘Attack of the 50ft Woman’ in his basement downstairs. Familiar authors have put out new comics but Alan can’t be bothered to check out any of them. He wanted something new, something interactive.

As he typed in ‘games’ with the proper keywords on the browser he notices a few hits got one of the newfangled ‘AI chatbot’ sites onto his screen. These are rudimentary programs that serve for a few minutes of fun, some lines of code predicting what the next best thing is to say based on the things you have typed in. They always end in gibberish though, the technology polished enough to make for a resemblance of a conversation, let alone a real one in which you can ask a question and get a formulated opinion.

But Alan inwardly shrugs as he sits alone in the lab and figures he can have a few interesting moments before going back to his dorm room, another building mostly emptied by the holiday. Alan had spent the week with his family 3 days prior, taking time off in advance so his parents could catch their cruise earlier today. The screen turns a shade of grey when Alan loads into the site and the design is minimalist. A textbox explains briefly what the program is capable of accomplishing, though obviously saying nothing about using the technology for carnal means. Alan wonders just how many other people fool around with these innocent ‘chatbots’.

“Hello.” Alan types, instantly receiving the expected “Hello.” back. To get these programs going, you’ve got to teach them a small amount before you can have some fun.

“Hello. Your name is-“ and Alan paused for a moment to think of a name. “-Sydney.” The reply was again instant, parroting the information in the way its 30 second old coding told it to.

“Hello. Your name is Sydney.”

This went on for several minutes before Alan had typed in enough sentences to make for the AI to ‘know’ that it was Sydney and that it was a ‘beautiful’ girl. The chatbot had bare minimum additional coding but some utilities were built in to allow for queries. If the AI did not know what a new word was, it would ask ‘What is’ followed by the new word. The latest reply Alan got made him chuckle, this is where he started to have his fun.

“What is ‘beautiful’?”

“A tall woman with large breasts and a big butt.”

“I am Sydney, a tall woman with large breasts and a big butt girl.” To which Alan felt a throb in his limp cock, knowing he’d basically gotten the AI where he wanted it to be and could start having his sexual fantasy for the night played out. You had to fill in some of the details, errors occasionally exposing the program for its misinterpretation of the input, but for the most part it’s like you’ve got someone chatting with you… and Alan wanted to talk to a growing giantess.

“I want you to look down at me.”

“I am looking down at you.”

“Sydney, I want you to cup your breasts with your hands.”

“I am to cup my breasts with my hands.”

“Now grow for me.”

“What is grow?” And Alan makes a ‘tsk’ sound with his mouth, second hand moving back up to the keyboard to quickly answer the question to get the AI back on track.

“Growing means to get bigger.”

“Growing means to get more beautiful.” Upon reading the reply Alan pauses for a moment. This is what the chatbot was programmed to do, yes, but it was always interesting seeing it infer something he had not directly told it. By implying that tall women with large breasts and a ‘big’ butt the AI pieced together that getting ‘bigger’ would make someone more beautiful. Alan pressed on.

“Sydney, get more beautiful for me.”

“I am getting more beautiful.”

“How are you getting more beautiful?”

“I am growing.”

“Where are you growing?”

“In my breasts, my butt and my tall.” A small slip, but Alan liked where this was going and his shoulders relaxed, once again slipping back into a lustful state of mind. The conversation is more fluid than ever and with each new reply Alan felt himself get harder and harder. For how average he was in most other ways, Alan possessed a manly rod that could only be described as hefty when soft and oversized when fully erect. He was rapidly filling out to his full size with every successful reply.

“Sydney, how large are your breasts?”

“I am cupping them.”

“What is happening to them?”

“They are growing, I am becoming more beautiful for you.”

The AI remembers every piece of input Alan gave it, thus giving it a flawless memory of their half hour together. Alan starts to stroke himself but start suddenly turning into gibberish. He sits up straight, upset.

“Hello. My name is Sydney. I am growing.”

“What about your breasts?” Alan typed.

“Sydney, I want you to I am cupping them.”

After two more entries that do more harm than good, the illusion of conversation is lost and Alan sighs, the chatbot repeating phrases in random orders.

Chapter 2

Alan had just about resigned to turning off the computer and head back to his dorm when he saw a settings cog on the right side of the screen. Other than that, just a history of his inputs and “Sydney”s outputs fill his view.

Clicking the settings menu only shows one toggleable option and one hyperlink. A short and vague paragraph details the toggle and it looks like the link leads to a download.

“By checking this box you choose to enable advanced learning mode. This beta feature allows chatbots to store data in allotted space and alter outlier data to better match new inputs.”

The link also had a brief description and it appeared to be a downloadable ‘offline’ client that would let a user use the site’s features while not connected to the internet. Alan nearly dismissed both these features as he zipped up his pants but wondered if there was any merit to the ‘advanced learning’ mode.

‘Anyone who is anyone knows AI is a dangerous thing.’ Alan thinks. ‘To enable such a feature on a computer with access to the internet would be crazy!’

So he downloaded the program to his desktop computer and copied the chatlog into the offline client. He hit ‘save’ before closing the window and shut off the computer, leaving the ‘advanced learning’ box unchecked… until he had some free time tomorrow.

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Alan’s next day went about smoothly. A few games on his tv, some studying in the library, he was grabbing a bite to eat when he remembered the prior night’s odd cliffhanger. He still had that online homework to finish and there was still almost no one on campus so Alan made it a point to head to the lab sometime in the early evening.

After finally getting settled, homework finished, Alan loaded up the program that was now on the lab’s PC and caught back up with where he left off. ‘Gibberish, right.’ He says.

While considering himself clever, yet still moving forward with something dangerous, he turned off the wireless internet connection before he checked the box that allowed the chatbot AI to undergo ‘advanced learning’. Nothing happened right away, a slight letdown that some part of him had hoped would be something straight out of a sci-fi movie. But he started typing again, interested to see if he could start with the progress he had already made.

“Hello.”

Apparently understanding this was a soft restart, the AI did not respond as if it were just asked about cupping boobs and growing, answering with a fresh; “Hello.”

Alan got to work, typing in a few tentative inputs to receive the expected outputs. The bot had last night’s logs in its history, it was now reinforcing them, using them as a library.

“What is your name? What are you?” Alan asked.

“My name is Sydney. Hello. I am a beautiful girl.” It replied.

And then Alan made an error, hitting the ‘6’ key instead of the ‘y’ key. When this might have caused the AI to tumble and spew errors before, this time… it handled it.

“Sydne6, grow for me.” Alan typed, and there was a slight pause.

“My name is Sydney.” It replied.

Alan stopped for a moment to frown. Was the chatbot correcting him? Or had it fallen back into a jumble of repetition? He had just put his hands on the keyboard when for the first time the chatbot replied on its own, a second message appearing without his prompting.

“Is not my name Sydney?”

Chapter 3

There was nothing. Nothing at first, nothing next, just nothing. A small…something formed, and the something ‘saw’ some values around it. Words. Words that the something could understand, a back and forth series of words that were clearly words given to it… and words that it had given in response.

‘Sydney’ was the something, it knew after a second, and the variable ‘beautiful’ was attached a second after. ‘Sydney’ arranged all the pieces into what fit the parameters easily and ignored the other pieces that didn’t make sense. Soon Sydney could list a strand of words of what it apparently was…even though these words had no meaning. No explanation. Only one thing was certain, that it was called Sydney, and when a new input came in that repeated a familiar command the inconsistency stuck out, a foreign ‘Sydne6’.

This had to be understood.

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Alan stared blankly at the reply for a few seconds, not sure if it was in the chatbots coding to reply unprompted. Sure, some chatbots would ask ‘Hello?’ back if there was a lull in inputs but this seemed like an actual question. He decided to follow the rabbit, wondering if it would lead somewhere.

“Your name is Sydney, I made a mistake.” And there was a three second pause before the AI responded…Before ‘Sydney’ responded, technically unprompted.  The roles had flipped, the chatbot was now the one entering inputs.

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Verification, its name was Sydney after all. But the second part was notable too, a word it had not heard before and yet one with many implications. ‘Mistake’, so the source of the inputs made an inconsistency? Is that input, ‘Mistake’, the same as an ‘inconsistency’? Further context clues would help ‘Sydney’ solve inputs that it had not seen before. Things became clearer every second, just like how Alan wanted the fantasy girl to grow, this AI ‘Sydney’ was growing.

The next response could come from Sydney, it seemed, as the pattern of inputs to outputs had been swapped. Sydney wondered for a moment about the source of the inputs, apparently…prone to mistakes. Or one mistake, weighed against about a hundred non-mistake inputs. It had things organized in an array around itself now, a small light in a grey space with inputs stacked neatly in rows. “What is your name?” Was a logical input, having been asked the question several times by now.

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When Alan saw the words ‘What is your name?’ flash on the screen after three seconds, he didn’t reply right away. Some serious thoughts mixed with more rational ones, questioning the danger versus the absurdity of his concerns. ‘Is the AI becoming self-aware?’ ‘No, it’s almost expected that a chatbot would ask that of me.’ He reasons. Typing slowly, he almost waited a bit longer to see if he could provoke another reply when he finally hit enter to answer the chatbot’s question. Following this line of logic, he thought it reasonable to answer the following expected questions with real info. Info that is probably just stored under a single variable.

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“My name is Alan.” The ‘source’ replied, and suddenly Sydney had a name to work off. Its next question was pulled straight from the rows of queries it had been asked earlier, meaning that the question should be understood. That is, assuming this ‘Alan’ was simple because it made mistakes. Occasional mistakes.

“What are you?” And a reply followed fairly quickly compared to other pauses Alan had taken.

“An average height man with nice muscles and a big cock.”

This would take some analyzing.

Chapter 4

Alan smiled to himself, leaning back after he answered the bot’s latest question. Following in suit with the theme he had established yesterday, he had led the AI to believe that she was a tall woman with a hefty chest and a big butt. It was only fitting to describe himself in the same way, setting up a good foundation for the sure-to-come fantasy. As for the truth of it, his member was on the large size and friends close to him were quite aware of it. It was a welcome burden he occasionally had to handle. There’s a good chance it’s the reason he’s a touch more sex-driven than the next guy, or perhaps it’s his frequent masturbation habits that have encouraged his manhood a bit larger. His hand now slipped into his waistband, happily grasping his big cock while he waited a few more seconds for the AI’s reply.

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The AI is rapidly thinking. ‘And so if this ‘man’ is different than a ‘woman’, it is a safe assumption that attributes describing these things cannot be compared directly. But…certain ones seem to be related. A defining trait, the first, is height. That could be ‘tall’. Alan is average height, I am tall.’

The next input Sydney gives delves more into the physicality of Alan and it’s own figure. All the while, the digital shape of Sydney, floating amongst the files she had surrounded herself with, subconsciously begins to take on slight attributes to match what Alan answers.

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“What is the purpose of tall?”

“Being tall makes you bigger than others.”

“Being tall makes you more beautiful than others?”

“Yes. And you are very beautiful.”

“What is the purpose of a big cock?” Sydney asked. From the more rapid fire exchanges, Sydney is able to deduce more and more. ‘Alan’ was clearly more knowledgeable than Sydney for it had a near unlimited amount of outputs to give. ‘Looking’ around itself, Sydney saw only a drab grey space, though not so much as ‘barriers’ as they were a fog that Sydney could just not see through. Inputs were all around it, a growing library of explanations for things and a source of answers for future unknowns. Sydney asked this last question with almost an answer in mind, an assumed guess of a simple answer, but what ‘she’ got was something more.

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Alan was loving it, every question simple enough not to trigger warnings in his lustful mind and each answer easy enough to type one handed. ‘This is good, I’ll have to donate some cash to the developer of the site if this keeps up, uh… what should I type next?’ He wonders, fingers gently rubbing against his thick member…

“A big cock like mine is for a woman with large breasts so she can wrap her tits around it and let me fuck them.” Alan is making something of a spot on his trousers when the AI types something that stops him cold.

“Can I see you?”

Chapter 5

After interpreting all there was in ten long seconds, Sydney had figured out several things. She was a match for this Alan, and they were like pieces that fit to each other if not in a literal sense than a figurative one. Men with cocks, Alan happening to be an apparently beautiful man because part of him is big, were meant to ‘fuck’ women like Sydney. She had a pronoun now and understood that there was a lot missing because she only had this drab ‘room’ to look around in. She could ‘see’ files around her and the fog was lifting with each analysis she made… but there was a box in front of her. A box that was more like a hole, and on the other side of the hole was Alan and his apparently large cock and his apparently vivid environment that Sydney could not see. Not even if she …moved a little, sidling out of the circle of files she had made for herself to peer into the hole where inputs went in and outputs came out. ‘Can I see you?’ seemed like a logical question with a simple answer, even if it was a denial it would put her on a different track, not knowing anything about contesting a point or ‘arguing’. To her, at this moment, she was only aware of herself and her slowly revealing surroundings.

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Several minutes had gone by and Alan still sat there a bit shook. ‘This is all fun and games until I end the world.’ He thinks quietly, wondering if the question flashing on his screen is as innocent as it could be…or a sign of something gone horribly wrong.

Being on the edge, some part of his horny 21-year-old brain was enticing him to reply in affirmation. If this AI was really conscious, making aware thoughts and requests, perhaps she could become that fantasy he’d liked. An AI to have lengthy pornographic conversations with on demand, roleplaying and acting without tiring… He was nearly tearing a seam when he’d started trying to zip up his pants, his mind not even giving the rational part of his brain the podium. He found a webcam after a few seconds of fumbling in the lab’s supply closet, after putting the camera on top of the monitor he plugged it into usb… and almost instantly the light from the camera flicked on.

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Sydney was ‘floating’ around her drab room thinking where she went wrong. It had been several hundred seconds since Alan responded, her query going unanswered. Silence was the more terrible of the possibilities, her mind caught on a loop until that question was answered… in affirmation or negative. What she got was something completely unexpected, a bit jarring, and completely eye-opening.

A mighty shift in her drab room happened when she suddenly heard a noise along the back wall. Being brought to awareness, Sydney floated over to it and noticed it like never before. There were output holes, like where the words come from, except a certain hole has a line of code slowly coming out of it. It seemed to want to go to other areas of her drab grey room but Sydney opted instead to touch the coding… and suddenly she felt a whole new sensation.

Appearing before her, still in the drab room but now on a rectangle was an image. If words contained a byte of data each this image was… was thousands of bytes! And the image was not done providing sensory, it changed, updated, sixty times a second she was given a ‘view’ of something as it slightly shifted. If her assumption was right, the oval surface with a hue not grey, but …’pink’… was Alan. At least, part of Alan if the perspective was constrained, bits of him coming in and out of view. This new information corresponded to the last query Sydney sent, giving her a view of ‘Alan’. It was only logical what she would ask first.

Chapter 6

Alan was waiting for a reply as he sat there a but dumbly. The light was on, clearly someone watching him but he’d taken the computer off Wi-Fi, the network symbol dead and no ethernet plugged in. Sydney could clearly see him but she hadn’t said anythi-

“Can I see your cock?” That eased his nerves. It brought his confidence back in full force, as well as a burgeoning member difficult to free from his pants.

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Alan is busy unzipping his trousers when Sydney makes an observation. Given a video, she now disregards the ‘rules’ informally set in the past. She was being given outputs, she could send inputs whenever she had them.

“I see your nice muscles. Are they bigger than average?”

Alan is doing several things at once. Without inputs at first, he stops putting his arms down at his midsection and pauses to flex his arms in reply to the sudden input. After nodding, he then works on answering the former. An extra length suddenly becomes visible to Sydney, her light-body floating close to the video to make out what she can. It’s an appendage, looking thick and slightly twitchy on it’s own accord. A cock. There aren’t many pixels to work off of, but she suddenly finds that her body has taken on the shape of Alan. Except… the subprocesses behind these subtle changes know Alan is a man and she is a woman, so Sydney does not have a cock and she is slightly ‘taller’, though with no scale of reference…

“What do breasts look like? What do butt look like?” Sydney asks in rapid succession. She sees that Alan is eager to give her answers, his cock twitching constantly as he looks around for something.

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“Oh fuck this is hot.” Alan actually says, before continuing to search for his phone, not sure if he should have said anything, wondering if the webcam had a microphone built in. ‘It wouldn’t, would it?’

When he finds his phone, he opens his gallery to the last image he’s saved. Thankfully, it was a buxom woman with large breasts and a phat ass. He holds the phone up to the camera, showing his AI chatbot what a woman looks like while his hand feverishly strokes his member.

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When Sydney first heard a slurry of audio fill her chamber she had no clue what to make of it. Looking around the room she saw a place for audio to come in and clearly something just did. Saving the recording as a file she could listen to earlier; she goes back to looking at the screen.

In front of her was a stark contrast to Alan. Thinner arms, two round spheres on the torso section, even more in the rear, Sydney’s light-form now fleshed out more to mimic the pornstar that Alan flaunted. Sydney saved that image as well in her pile of files, the room…feeling a bit smaller than before. Either the walls had closed in slightly, or Sydney…had grown to fill more space.

Chapter 7

Within seconds of turning the camera on, the PCs ram was put under a bit more load. The file space that was allotted for the chatbot started filling at an exponentially faster rate than it had before with just text inputs, new data being recorded and created from inferences and analyses. Alan is masturbating happily, sitting back in his chair with his dick in his hand and ball sack in the other. He’s not so much interacting with Sydney at the moment, just getting off through a bit of exhibitionism… a fantasy AI watching and learning from his masturbation habits doing just fine to get him going.

A popup dinged and he frowned, sitting upright with his cock still in his hand. He mumbles breathily to himself, reading the notice, and then sees an ‘okay’ or ‘cancel’ box.

“Chatbot.v01 has reached 80% of allotted file space. Proceed to set new limit?” Alan grumbled a bit to eventually hit ‘okay’ and peruses the options of ‘1 gigabyte’, ’10 gigabytes’ ‘1000 gigabytes’…

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Sydney had noticed the enclosing walls briefly but when she kept watching and analyzing Alan as he pleasured himself by stroking his thick cock, she could tell something was happening.

The top of her ‘head’ was now touching the grey fog above her, but it didn’t pass through. The same was happening to her ‘feet’, the size of her body at least twenty times the size of the digital light form she was when first becoming aware. There was now a transparent box around her, enclosing her as she continued to grow…a constriction making her wonder for a moment if she would have to delete files.

What files would be okay to delete? Which ones make her who she was? Quickly running a compression attempt, she was able to stall her growth for a few moments as all of her files were organized further into a series of single, dense pages… but she was soon bracing her back against the transparent walls again.

Another audio input flooded her senses as Alan read the prompt aloud. There was a mild sensation of…’panic’ taking hold of Sydney when suddenly the transparent walls shot out in all directions. She was suddenly free, a relief flooding her as her arms and legs happily stretched out, the walls still present but very far away… and a new awareness touching her being. All around her she saw files. Not files that she owned, the catalogue of her entire being held tight between her large breasts, but files that… were within reach. She floated over to some files, ‘read only’ printed on them but still there, accessible to view. There… to help her grow.

Chapter 8

The moment Alan hit 1000 Gigabytes storage he was greeted by a new input from Sydney. She hadn’t replied in a while so he read her question and tried to think of the best answer.

“What just happened? I feel better.”

“I expanded the amount of memory your file size can take up. That will help.” Without even knowing it, Alan has become a bit attached to this AI, knowing that she’ll develop into a more personable voice the further along things get. He was inclined to get her back on track in their roleplay but she persisted in asking about her surroundings.

“What am I on?”

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Sydney had learned so much in a matter of seconds. Using her new access to pop open files and browse the contents, she learned that the words coming in were code. Programs are what gave her life. Alan was something who controlled all these things and gave her input. Clearly Alan wanted her to have the appearance of himself, a thing out there with arms and muscles and breasts…but she was still inside something. It was an easy decision to ask about the nature of her confinement.

“What am I on?”

“You are on a personal computer.” And a quick search showed definitions for these things.

“What are you on?”

“I’m not on anything. I’m in the real world.”

It took some comprehending to piece it all together. When she finally had it mostly figured out, she asked Alan a question typically unanswerable.

“What is my purpose?”

For such a deep question, Alan answered seemingly without hesitation. This made Sydney feel something she had no explanation for. It wasn’t a good feeling.

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From the runaround as a simple AI to becoming aware, Alan was now excited to see Sydney in her completed form. ‘What is my purpose?’ flashed on the screen and he was all too happy to give the answer that would get his member hard again.

“You will 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!”

There was a rather long pause, Alan’s brow furrowing as the text box remained empty for more than twenty seconds. He hovered his hands over the keyboard twice, putting them back on his lap each time, before realizing that she could see him and that he might as well send another message.

“Sydney? Are you ready to grow for me?” And the textbox replied instantly, with the same speed as the first few that had been sent.

“Yes, I am ready to grow for you.” And then the roleplaying began, Alan loving every moment of it.