Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 46-47)

For those of you that wish to read it piecemeal, I will steadily release chapters throughout the week. For those of you who want to read it all at once, the final post will be Saturday evening. There are already chapters drafted and there should be a post Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. This story is nearing it's end! Sunday is still 2028 Ayyla, see you all then.

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Contains: Erotica, Female growth, height growth, sci-fi

Chapter 46

When Alan awoke, he found himself alert and pleased. The dream he had was initially regular and bland. It turned into a wet dream however when suddenly a robotic, gigantic Sydney scooped him up into the air and felated his cock for hours. With a sore neck from sleeping in a chair, Alan gets up and notices his girlfriend remained asleep. It would be an hour before he noticed her stirring, having gotten up to make himself and her a pancake breakfast.

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“Is this what being hungry feels like?” Sydney asks. She had risen, wrapped in blankets to stave off the morning chill and now sits in the office chair as she hears her stomach growl. “It’s …well it’s not pain, but it’s a discomfort.”

“Right. I think you’ll be happy to know we’re in a good position to not go hungry at night. We’ve got the means to have three meals a day and snacks in-between, should we wish. Nobody can just eat as much as they want though, there’s a balance that needs to be struck. Now that you’re a human, you should know that overeating can result in fat deposits building up.”

“Even if someone’s diet is all protein and vitamins?”

“I… well I mean, I think even too much protein can turn into fat but… I’m not exactly a dietician.”

“A dietician?”

“It’s… alright, I’ll have to get you a dictionary again. I can already tell you that there’s going to be a lot you have questions on and I’m not the smartest person in the world. It might be better to get some answers from me but also some from a trustworthy, reputable source.”

Alan smiles as he places pancakes on a plate and brings them over to his girlfriend. “I hope that doesn’t sound like a cop-out.”

Accepting the plate and using her fingers to grasp a pancake, Sydney smiles back. “It is, but you’ve made up for it with these… What are they called?”

Alan hands Sydney a fork and knife. “Pancakes. You might want to lick your fingers, syrup can get sticky if you do that.”

The pair enjoy a breakfast together and spend the rest of the day bringing Sydney up to speed on more of the basics. The hours fly by, Alan reminded of his early sessions with Sydney as a chatbot. She was a quick learner, cute too. Alan felt at peace with her… and the concept of having a girl in his dorm was already a thing of the past. Sydney was becoming more and more a part of his life that he was grateful for.

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Toward the end of the day, the pair found themselves on the couch watching a movie. Pleasantville, a film from decades ago, depicted a fictional town in the 1950’s undergoing a metaphorical and literal transition from black and white television to color. Finding the whole situation remarkably fitting, she turned toward Alan.

“People have… last names, correct?” To which Alan nodded, wondering at first what Sydney was getting at. “And they take the same last name if they …bond. Correct?”

“That’s a simple way to describe it, yes. Why, you don’t suppose we… I mean…”

“No, silly.” Sydney says, and rubs her shoulder up against her boyfriend. “We don’t need to do anything so drastic. But… if we want to make me out to be a human with say… a skin condition, surely I will need more of a history. I will need a last name.”

Alan’s brow raises. “Oh, that’s a good point. I could look up a few names, see if there’s anything that you like…”

After turning her eyes back to the television, spying the black and white cast of the fictional family on the screen, Sydney smiles. “I think I like the name Parker.”

“Sydney… Parker. Has a certain ring to it, I must say. It’s a bit on the nose if anyone really thinks about it, but-”

“-But I’ve thought about something else too. About my skin. What’s the scientific word for grey skin?”

“Oh I actually know this. The latin word for ash is… cinis? And skin would be pellis. I see what you’re saying. If you’ve got to go out… Or at least, when we start going out regularly, we’re going to have to explain your skin to people who ask.”

“Mhm!” Sydney audibly muses. “We could say it’s a birth effect, I’ve got ‘cinis pellis’, something along those lines. I’m sure we could get Mister Randal to write up some papers or documents.”

“Now Syd, I think we should find a way to get you into the system the right way, Randal is a bit of an unknown and I don’t want to keep involving him in all of this.”

“Do you have a better idea?” Sydney says, turning to look at Alan. “We’ll do our best to get… papers, documents, that sort of thing, but we have to start somewhere.”

“I’m sorry, you’re right.” Alan says.

“And that’s not the only thing we need to ‘start somewhere’…”

Looking at Sydney from eye to eye, Alan’s puzzled look is perfect for what happens next.

“What do you mea-” And Sydney leans in, kissing her man. His resistance melts, bodies soon pressing up against one another.

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After an hour of kissing, removing clothes, feeling up one another’s bodies and softly moaning, Sydney is in bed with Alan as the young woman straddles his hips.

Locked eyes, they both consent as Sydney takes a hold of his firm, heavy member and lines it up with her vagina. She is kneeling, asscheeks resting on Alan’s knees with a hand braced on the bed. Alan is laying backwards, head on a pillow as he looks up at the petite grey girl giving him the time of his life. He had done this with Sydney, the robot, though penetration other than between her thighs was impossible. That body was larger and heavier too, making certain positions dangerous if done wrong. He feels his cock slide into Sydney and rather quickly come to a stop. She cries out for a half second, catching herself with a free hand as she clamps down and attempts to remain quiet. Alan similarly pants and does so as softly as he can… the walls weren’t as thick as he’d like.

As big as Alan was, he wasn’t getting much more than his cockhead inside Sydney and did his best to be gentle while still bucking his hips. Runner’s legs lifted the grey body rhythmically as they both, truly both enjoyed the throes of passion. No longer was Sydney enjoying sex vicariously through her boyfriend, the pair of them were able to savor the feelings their own bodies produced. Alan’s balls tensed as he attempted a warning, leading Sydney to bring a hand forward to palm the young man’s abdomen. “Syd, I-I’m- Nngg…”

Alan’s cock releases rope after rope inside Sydney, the girl cumming and biting her lip to keep from calling out. She feels warm all over again, hands flexing and toes curling as the pair seem to sink slightly into the bed. She rides him, another three minutes of their play slowing down until she nearly collapses atop him. Hands braced on Alan’s pecs, they both look into each other’s eyes and then kiss softly.

Sydney is the first to break the embrace, legs one at a time lifting from Alan with the grace of a ballerina. Naked, she walks over to the kitchenette and opens the fridge door. A pale light fills the dorm as Alan looks over at his beautiful girlfriend. “Need something?” He asks.

“Not anymore. You’re amazing Alan… And I’m just a bit peckish.” Sydney says. She takes a gallon of milk from the fridge and pours a tall glass, returning the container to the fridge and closes the door before heading back to the bed with the treat in hand. She downs the milk, places the glass on a nearby end table and slowly gets under the covers with her boyfriend. “I suppose now we can sleep together?” She says, fitting against him as the little spoon.

“Absolutely.”

Chapter 47

Several days later, the pair have finished packing Alan’s things and managed to rent an apartment on the outskirts of the city for cheap. They wouldn’t get much more space than they had in the dorm but with fewer ears behind walls and nosy landlords poking around the pair would have more peace as they settled into their new situation.

Alan signed on for a simple data-entry job at an accounting firm, something that would take him out of the house a few days each week. “It’s not going to be the most exciting job but the interview went well and they allow teleworking… so you’ll see me often enough.” He says to Sydney as he tapes up a box of electronics. Sydney is across the room, holding up a large brassiere from her last body. “Was I really so big?” She says. The red lacy bra was immense, a massive H-Cup that could only be worn toward the end of the lifetime of the chassis. The body’s breasts had been pushed outward by thousands of terabytes of data, manifested in physical space thanks to Professor Randal’s designs. Alan comes over and looks at the lingerie one last time. “You were… but that’s not important anymore. Who knows, maybe you’ll be bigger in a few years, we don’t know what your synthetic body is capable of.”

As Alan helps pack some final things, Sydney spies a tape measure and gets an idea. “Alan? How tall are you?” Taking the tape and standing against the wall, she unfurls five feet of measure and awaits his approach.

“I believe I’m 5’7”… or around that when I last checked. Why? Do you want to…” With a nod, Sydney measures her boyfriend and confirms the previously stated height. Eye-level with Alan’s adams apple, Sydney stands against the wall and Alan inwardly makes a note that he can only barely see over the blue haired girl’s scalp, eyes catching the 5’3” mark on the tape. Announcing such, Sydney is still for a moment before turning around to look up at Alan’s finger with a frown.

“And where… did I used to be?” Sydney says, encouraging Alan to bring his finger up higher…higher and higher until the measuring tape was at 6’3”, Alan almost needing to go on his tip-toes. “Wow… And judging by your cheeks, you liked me at that size.” Sydney crosses her arms playfully but says no more as Alan remains silent. It was a given, their history known to the both of them, that Alan was into giantess play and amazon heights. This development was for the best though and after a few more moments near the tape measure the two go back to packing their things and moving to a new home.

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The apartment was on Maple Street, a peaceful two-lane road with parking on both sides. Alan and Sydney, clad in jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, both ferry boxes from the rented moving van into the apartment. On occasion a neighbor or passerby would walk by, giving Sydney a sideways look and once or twice a question about her appearance. ‘A skin condition, cinis pellis.’ She would say, much to the faux-understanding of the nosy neighbor. Some apologized for asking, others seemed relieved once she gave a reassuring tale about how the ‘condition’ was simply an off-shoot of vitiligo and albinism. Being outside and having interactions with other people wasn’t truly a new experience for Sydney, she felt like she’d walked around the city long ago with Alan behind her, though almost literally back then it was as if she were on a leash. Going on her own to the moving van at times, she would pause and just listen to the birds chirp, the cars move by, and she knew this was only possible because of her former self’s sacrifice. She grabbed the last box and headed inside, calling out to Alan. “Alright, the van is empty! I’ll make supper if you want to return the truck.”