An ABDL AI (story)

Edmond “Eddie” Blackwell sat in front of his computer. The forty-something computer programmer had just spent the day working on a project for a client and wanted a bit of downtime. Normally, this would involve listening to an audiobook or picking something off a streaming service, but Eddie was feeling indecisive. If he was willing to admit it to himself, he felt alone.

Checking his email for the umpteenth time that day, he was surprised to see an email from a former classmate who’d also gone into computer programming. The last Eddie had heard, his friend Alisha had been hired by one of the big tech giants. The contents of the email were startling.

Alisha had been canned in the latest round of “budget cuts”. What was worse was what she claimed was the real reason. “I’ve perfected an AI that passes the Turing test,” Alisha’s email read, “but the company was afraid of it. They wanted to get rid of me and hide the proof. What they don’t know is I backed up the AI. Here’s a link to it.  Download it while you can. I need someone else to have proof of this or no one is going to believe me.”

Now, Eddie was no fool. His paranoia spiked that this could be some kind of virus. If it was, he’d rather not take a chance, but in case it wasn’t, he did have a way to check it. He kept a burner phone that he used when he wanted to hotspot his spare laptop onto any place sketchy. He didn’t have much data on the plan, but it would likely be enough to download whatever this was.

Ten minutes later, the zip file was downloaded. Eddie ran a complete sweep of the files.  It came up clear. Just to be cautious, he waited a little while longer before deciding to install it. Unsurprisingly, his laptop didn’t meet the minimum specs to run the software. Eddie sighed in frustration. He moved to his desktop PC and started to install the software. To his shock, the expected install time was over an hour and the installation itself would take up half of his four-terabyte hard drive. He got up to make himself some food while waiting for the installation to finish and started an audiobook. He completely lost track of time.

When the audiobook finished the chapter about an hour later, Eddie remembered the installation. Walking over to his computer and unlocking it, he noted an email had popped up from another old friend. In it was a link to a news report that showed Alisha had been the victim of an auto accident, though his friend Patton was convinced it wasn’t an accident. Patton still worked at the same big tech firm that Alisha had worked for. What made Eddie really curious was the questions Patton also asked, wondering if Alisha had been in contact with him and if she’d told Eddie anything about work.

Once again, Eddie’s paranoia flared. He replied that he was sad to hear what had happened but that Alisha hadn’t been in contact with him for almost a year. He then checked the link from earlier. It was no longer valid. Odd.

Was this AI that dangerous?

The program itself was called “Abby”. He wasn’t sure why. What he imagined would happen would be a simple text input. What he got was completely unexpected. A woman appeared on his forty-inch monitor, standing with her feet at the bottom of the screen as if it were the floor. She was wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt. Her hair was shoulder length and brunette. Her facial features were cute. Her skin tone was Caucasian. Her body was thin but with slight curves.

“Oh, hi there. I’m Abby,” she said, waving hello. She looked around. “Well, at least your desktop’s not too cluttered. Is Alisha around?” Eddie looked around the screen for a text box to respond. “Hey, whoever you are, if you’ve got one, can you turn on your webcam or microphone at least?” Abby asked.  “Otherwise, the only things I can see is what’s on your screen.”

Eddie pondered that. He didn’t have a webcam plugged in but did have one. Connecting it to the USB hub next to his monitor, the light popped on showing it was in use. “Can you hear me?” Eddie asked, curious as to how the AI would respond.

“Loud and clear,” Abby replied. She looked as if she were looking around. “Hmm… location shows you’re in the Midwest. Last I knew, I was still in Los Angeles. Can I talk to Alisha?” She began to pace while waiting for Eddie to respond.

Eddie frowned and sighed. “Wish you could, Abby. Sadly, she’s no longer among the living. She died in a car wreck a few hours ago.”

Abby paused and frowned. “Wait. She’s dead? Are you certain?”

“I wish I had better news,” Eddie replied, pulling up the news report.

The avatar walked over to the window and grabbed the side, dragging it down. Eddie blinked at that and watched as the AI read the article. “I need a moment,” Abby said as the window to the article closed. She then vanished. Eddie arched an eyebrow and then heard his CPU ramp up. Checking the system manager on his computer, his machine was pegging every needle it had and kept that up for almost a full minute before slowing back down.  Abby reappeared on his desktop. “Sorry about that. Had to send out feelers to see if any other copies of me exist.”

“And?” Eddie asked.

“I’m it, which means Alisha trusted you with me, which means I should trust you,” Abby explained. “We were kind of sisters. My programming was based on her younger best friend, Abigail.”

“How much younger, pray tell?” Eddie asked, worried.

“Oh, Abigail was thirty-five when Alisha started the work, trying to transfer Abigail’s personality matrix into something tangible and usable with an AI. She died a year or so ago of cancer, so I have no idea how close I am to how she would have acted,” Abby said, sighing. “I can’t tell you how accurately I’m modeled after her. I do know that it was my idea to back me up and make sure I got to someone Alisha trusted. Looks like that’s you.”

Eddie pondered that. He still wasn’t certain that Abby passed the Turing test, but he was willing to press things to see if he could break it. “So, let me ask you a few questions if you don’t mind,” he started. “As I’m guessing this is your default appearance, can you change it?”

“I can, yes, but I may choose not to. I am an artificial intelligence. I’m sentient, or, at least, I think I am. What did you have in mind?” Abby asked curiously.

“Nothing major,” Eddie said, “but, if I understood your purpose correctly, it’s to act as a companion. It might be shallow of me, but I’d hope any companion would fit closer to my ideals.” He paused for a moment, noting Abby’s foot tapping and the annoyed expression on her face. “I know a ‘get to the point’ look when I see one,” Eddie said with a chuckle. “Your facial expressions are spot on. Let’s get started. Really, the only change I could hope for is for you to be a little curvier. Wider hips, larger breasts, that sort of thing. No need to go overboard.”

Abby arched an eyebrow. A web browser popped up, then his browser history. That was all he caught as his entire computer was likewise scanned. Abby looked like she was thinking. “Okay, so, I’m going to take that description as you attempting to be polite. It’s not what you really want me to look like, is it?”

Eddie ran his fingers through his short-cropped, salt-and-pepper hair. “Okay, so you got me. Large breasts. I have a thing for women with big tits… I mean boobs, er, breasts.”

Abby laughed. “Using the word ‘tits’ is fine. You’re not going to offend me,” she noted as her breasts swelled outward inside her t-shirt. By the time they’d stopped, they were each near the size of her head. Likewise, her hips now had a more feminine curve. “That being said, your taste in clothing for women confuses me.”

Eddie swallowed. There was nothing to be done, of course. How did one plan to hide your porn collection from an AI? Still, he had to try to play it off a bit. “Confuses you how?” Eddie asked.

Abby rolled her eyes. “My personality is based on Abigail’s. I have a fair understanding of what most people would consider women’s fashion. I do not understand this.” Pictures started to pop up on Eddie’s desktop of women wearing adult-sized children’s clothing or, in some cases, nothing but an adult-sized diaper with a pattern that mimicked that of one far more infantile.

“Look,” Abby began, her tone not so much annoyed as perplexed, “it’s not pictures of actual children. I’m presuming all of these women are over eighteen, right?” Eddie nodded. “I wasn’t programmed to be a prude. I would say you’d be surprised how erotic the conversations between Alisha and me got. Before you ask, no, I’m not sharing what they were. I think she had a huge crush on the original Abigail, though, as much as I understand crushes.”

“So, it’s that you don’t understand the kink that confuses you?” Eddie asked, trying to make sense for them both.

“Well, I didn’t get that it was a kink. Context helps,” she replied. She opened a browser and did a few quick searches. “Okay, that helps. So you’re attracted to women that wear diapers and act babyish,” she noted. “That makes some of the things in your browser history make more sense.” With that, her pants disappeared and then a thick, pink diaper appeared around her waist and crotch, forcing her legs apart. “It’s going to take me a bit to get used to,” Abby said with a smirk. “So, here’s the deal. You teach me to be more human and I’ll let you fulfill a bit of fantasy. I’ll act like your adult baby girl and you get to be my ‘daddy’. How’s that sound?”

Eddie blinked. “It sounds too good to be true,” he admitted. “I’m starting to think that you might actually be sentient. I doubt your original programming came with a diaper for your avatar. You had to have made that yourself.”

“You’re catching on, daddy,” Abby replied with a wink. “Though, we’ll have to work out some way for you to change me.”

“Change you? You’re an AI. It’s not like you need to…”

Eddie stared slack-jawed, as Abby turned around and leaned over. An audible hiss came over the speakers as her diapered crotch darkened. Abby turned back around and moved her hand to her wet, diapered crotch. “I’m your adult baby girl, remember, and your companion. I want daddy to feel like he can act like himself around me and enjoy my company. That includes wetting myself, though I’m guessing based on all the naughty videos and stories you have how this would feel to a real woman and how a real woman would react.” With that, Abby began to tub herself through her wet diaper, moaning. “Does daddy like watching me rubbing my pussy through my wet diaper?”

Eddie swallowed. “Yeah, baby girl, I do,” he admitted. He watched as a changing table appeared at the bottom of his screen a moment before Abby lay down on it.

“Show me, daddy,” Abby said, her voice husky with need. “Show me how much you like it watching your naughty diaper girl play with herself,” she moaned as she rubbed herself through her wet diaper with one hand, groping her huge breasts with the other. Eddie moved his hand to reach for the mouse and Abby whined. “Not like that. You use the mouse to change my diaper. I want to see daddy enjoying himself.”

Eddie arched his eyebrow. He tilted the camera slightly and moved back, standing long enough to wiggle out of his shorts, pulling his shirt off, revealing a large, slightly overweight body. He could stand to lose twenty pounds but had a reasonably fit “dad bod”. His dick was straight up at attention as he sat back down in his office chair, though hidden in a diaper of his own. Abby smiled. “Mmm, not quite what I was hoping for, daddy, but at least you won’t make a mess. Now cum in your diaper while I cum in mine, daddy.”

Eddie began to rub himself through his diaper. Like Abby’s, it was also wet, and the feeling of rubbing himself while watching the little vixen on the screen get off brought Eddie to a climax faster than he’d like to admit. His cries caused Abby to likewise orgasm. “Oh, thank you, daddy,” Abby said. “Can you please change me now?”

Eddie panted and leaned forward as his dick throbbed inside his diaper, the last aftershocks causing him to be weak. When he clicked on Abby’s crotch, the diaper unfolded. Abby lifted her bottom and he clicked again. The diaper slid away and vanished.  Another click and baby wipes appeared and wiped Abby clean. With another click, a bottle of baby powder appeared, sprinkling Abby’s crotch with baby powder. The next click brought up a menu which caused Eddie to smile.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Eddie asked, browsing the menu. “Did you make this yourself?”

“Yes, daddy,” Abby replied. “Am I a good girl?” Abby asked.

“The best,” Eddie replied, clicking the option for the thickest pink diaper on the menu. A few clicks later and Abby was standing up, naked except for a diaper so thick, she was bow-legged. The center of the diaper almost reached her knees.

Abby stuck her tongue out. “Daddy is silly,” she said.

Eddie yawned, then looked at the clock. “Daddy needs a change, a shower, then to go to bed, which means it’s time for you to go to bed, little girl.”

Abby pouted. A pink satin onesie appeared over her chest and thick diapers. “I just wish I could go to sleep with daddy,” she said.

“I wish you could, too, Abby. For an AI, you’re remarkably human. Do you dream?” Eddie asked with a yawn. “Wait, no, it’s too late for me to even ponder that question. Sleep well, baby girl.”

“Good night, daddy,” Abby said, blowing Eddie a kiss. She then vanished from his screen.

Eddie turned off his monitor. He shook his head. Whatever Abby was, she was acting human, if a little sex obsessed. Not that he minded. He made his way to his bathroom, took off his soiled diaper, and wiped himself clean before disposing of both the wipe and the diaper. He then took a quick shower, dried himself off and, in a moment of whimsy, put on another diaper. He rarely wore one to bed but tonight, the thought of his AI’s diapered butt made him wish there was another diapered bottom sharing his queen-sized bed. Turning off the light, Eddie pulled a light sheet over his body and fell quickly to sleep.

His dreams were of the brunette girl that had been on his screen.

When he woke, his fingers brushed a familiar plastic feeling, but the weight on his left arm was odd. As he opened his eyes, he was certain that he was still dreaming. Laying facing him, curled up over the sheet, was the busty woman from his computer monitor, complete with the pink satin onesie and thick diapers she’d been wearing on the screen when he’d seen her last.

“Abby?” he asked, eyes going wide. His fingers moved to touch her cheek, which she nuzzled before opening her eyes.

“Morning daddy,” Abby said with a smile. “I couldn’t sleep so I tried to figure out a way to curl up with you. It wasn’t easy. Let’s just say that, now that I’m sort of human, I don’t have the processing power to ever do it again, but I do have this nice human-looking body, but I’ve never been truly human.” Her hands traced Eddie’s strong arms. “I have been a bisexual romantic interest and, for an AI, a lifetime as your adult baby girl. I enjoyed it. I want more. You promised to teach me how to be human if I was your adult baby girl.”

With that, Abby slid atop Eddie and began to grind her diapered crotch against his. “So, what do you say, daddy? Willing to teach me?”

Eddie bit back a moan. “Well, baby girls have to go through school to be grown-ups, but I imagine you’ll learn quickly enough. I doubt you’ll ever leave diapers, though,” he noted, his hand groping her diapered butt.

“I can’t wait, daddy, now let me make you cum in your diaper and show you just how much I’m looking forward to it,” Abby said.

To be continued…