Sydney, The Perfect Companion (Chapters 40-41)

Two more chapters of Sydney, this week will entail another two releases on Tuesday and Thursday. We return to Ayyla on Sunday, hope you enjoy! 

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Contains: Erotica, Female growth, sci-fi

Chapter 40

Alan clicks away at the mouse, browsing the internet for jobs and homes to get a sense of possible futures. It was… demoralizing work, his qualifications lacking and his budget slim. Checking his bank account, he couldn’t help but notice there seemed to be an extra thousand sitting in his account… or perhaps the studio rent just hadn’t been deducted yet. Sydney had previously stated she was having success playing the stock market, though Alan assumed it was all being spent on an array of lingerie, shirts and the skyrocketing electricity bill. At this point he would likely welcome a bit of AI shenanigans if it helped pay the bills… Though he would never admit such a thing aloud.

Closing his programs, Sydney roused from the bed. She was bigger, her weight making the bed creak more than normal as he wondered just how the robot was managing to supercharge her increases in file size. With breasts as big as soccer balls and thick thighs to match, Sydney must be taking up tens of thousands of terabytes by now, liquid storage being a futuristic technology while still having its own limitations. Her hands brace against the bedframe as she lifts herself up, the 6’3” robot smiling down at Alan as she intentionally brushes against him.

“Done with the computer? I’ve been meaning to get on.” She says, to his nods and slack-jawed stare. Watching as Sydney sits down and opens up the internet, he peeks over her shoulder to watch as she browses what seems to be penny stock performances and algorithm predictions.

Sydney’s actual browsing at this point was concealed, secretly behind the stocks as she continued researching and calculating for the advanced bioengineering models that were necessary to complete a synthetic body. The researchers at this point were working collaboratively with Sydney, completely blown away at the discoveries and advances in their research made by this previously unknown name in the industry. Her credentials were simulated, a likeness generated from averaging a database of two hundred different researchers. Downloading peer-reviewed papers almost constantly, as well as constantly calculating formulas, Sydney’s file size had doubled each day for the past three days and wasn’t slowing down. Her breasts were filling with size, larger by the end of the day than they were at noon, even causing her weight to increase as the millions of digital pages increased her mass.

Actual plans to craft a synthetic body were coming together, different facilities around the country using the best experimental organic printing available to produce organs, muscles, bones and more for assembly at RSU. It seemed to these researchers only possible that Sydney was a legitimate name in the industry as she seemed to also have close to a hundred staff with different emails sending information requests, invoices, arranging deliveries and coordinating collaborations. The research was sound, it was providing results for projects other than the whole-body synthetic replacement as well, Sydney’s discoveries leading to miraculous advancements in places no one would expect.

But time was running short. Once again Sydney had burned too bright, her body getting closer to its limit as even the expandable storage of her chassis had begun to get overwhelmed by her code. The documents she consumed weren’t able to just be deleted, the knowledge would be lost if she did so. The experiences she was gaining could not just be forgotten, they made her who she was. Humans did not have to make such choices, they were able to internalize important information and archive anything irrelevant or not worth remembering. She sought to take hold of this happy medium, sought to free herself from the constricting body she currently inhabited. In four days, if she could last, it would be time once again to leave her container behind and move to a new one… into the last one she would ever need.

“Hey, Syd?” She hears and turns to look at the college student sitting on the bed behind her. Deep in her thoughts, she had forgotten he was even there. A concern played across his face, indicating he had noticed a change in her demeanor. Sydney stops her typing, giving her lover her full attention.

“Yes, Alan?”

“You’ve been busy lately, are you uh… Up for some fun?” Sydney doesn’t hesitate one second. All of this work, all of the research she was doing… In a way, it was for Alan as much as it was for her. She smiled, looking down at the college student’s crotch before turning off the computer and standing back up.

“Always.”

Sydney steps heavily toward the bed and lets her breasts push into Alan’s face before doing anything else. Widening her stance, both knees each lower onto the bed, spread on either side of Alan’s body. Her crotch grinds up against his bulge, hands at the same time holding the back of his head and his shoulders. Alan also does his best to bring his hands around Sydney, but the width of her chest was keeping him from even grasping her sides. He relented and moved to hold her huge thighs, but even those required his arms to spread wide, holding the massive amount of thickness the light blue robot had obtained.

Alan felt his cock thicken, bulge becoming increasingly tight as Sydney teased him with a mastery of motor control only a learned AI could perform. Every shift, every gyration was a calculated movement tailored to Alan’s preferences and past orgasms.

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Alan lets out a stifled moan as Sydney goes to town on his crotch. “Syd, I…” He barely manages, and like a mind-reader she smiles and slows. He feels a pressure lift from him, giving him the opportunity to undo the button on his pants.

Fingers fumbling, he feels metallic digits expertly come in to save the day, unbuttoning his tight jeans and dragging down the zipper. His boxers are absolutely packed with his generous cock, thumbs pulling down on his waistband to let the monster loose. Being stroked and teased almost every day certainly had its effects. Alan could feel his cock had grown larger, a sizable heft to his formerly large beast. Sydney opens her mouth and slowly lowers her head to take him in. A wordless ‘yes’ crosses Alan’s lips and the pair end the night in their usual explosive fashion… Sydney making sure to clean up before she resumes her seat at the computer.

Chapter 41

Four days soon pass and Sydney was sitting immobile in her chair as the last of the responses rolled in from researchers around the world. The project was a success, a body had been assembled. It laid on a table in one of RSU’s laboratories, put under lock and passkey as all staff congratulated themselves and began heading home for the weekend. The coming Monday would officially mark the start of motor tests and functionality, though Sydney had no intention of waiting. This was her body; it would be hers by the end of the night.

Alan enters the room with a sandwich in hand. He’d noticed Sydney was undergoing a sort of evolution again but wasn’t sure how to address it. Her breasts were gigantic, thighs overflowing the chair. Two eyes often look straight-ahead, last-minute calculations and models running at rapid speed to make sure this all worked. In the moment Alan sat on his bed to eat his sandwich, Sydney seemingly focuses on him for the first time all day.

“Alan.” She says. The college student looks up, noticing almost a tiredness in the AI’s eyes.

“Y-yes?”

“I’m sorry I’ve kept this from you, but it’s time for a new body again. The preparations are complete.”

Alan stands in surprise. “You… Okay… So will this be like last time? Leaving me alone, unable to… help?” He feels his shoulders tense. When Sydney previously slipped into the internet to inhabit her current body, Alan had gone through a shock, alarmed at the development and departure of his partner. This time, he felt a pang of fear in a different way. Sydney had changed his world in the span of time they knew each other. He wanted to help, not feel useless.

Sydney’s eyes soften and her lips smile. She brings a hand up and lets her warm, heated palm caress his cheek. “That’s what I love about you, Alan. You are kind and thoughtful. Do not worry… I need your help this time.”

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The trip to RSU was short, only a ten-minute walk lit by a sunset sky between Sydney and her new body’s location. There was another journey to be made once she was in the same room as well though, a more arduous one with its own challenges. The few people on the street stared as the tremendously full-bodied robot walked down the street, heavily walking on the sidewalk with a college student at her side, game controller barely in his hands. Sydney speaks to Alan through an earbud, condensing two weeks of research and scientific progress into a ten-minute breakdown. Time and time again, Alan’s jaw drops as he tries to grasp the scale of the operation that had grown and unfolded at his very bedside. From solving mathematical errors in existing works to instantly translating works from other countries, Sydney had acted as the medium of perfect coordination to bring the entire scientific community together. It was all done in pursuit of her future, of course, though advances in medicine, engineering, biology and robotics would flourish for decades thanks to her uncredited assistance. That’s because amid all of this, Sydney maintained the role of a tool in these developments. Letting her research and discoveries be credited to the source, anonymity being ideal in not drawing too much attention to herself. Bringing focus to one of her various aliases would have drawn attention to the media as well, scrutiny likely to uncover what she truly was.

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A series of doors open automatically for the pair as they approach an empty RSU. The lights flick on only in the hallways they both walk, Sydney remembering the halls from her quick jaunt from them only a month prior. Stopping outside the door, Sydney turns to Alan.

“This is it. This is the part where I need you. I was hoping I could bring… all of me into my new body, but it’s not that easy. The brain we’ve created is synthetic, able to grow and learn in the most fantastic ways… but in order for it to simulate a real brain, it must make those connections itself. I can… populate… the mind- my… mind …with memories, but they won’t be instantly accessible. Perhaps… they might never be. I want you to be the first person I meet though…”

“I want to fall in love with you all over again.” Sydney says.

Alan stares, a tremble in his hand as he realizes the truth.

“It… It won’t be you. Sydney, no!”

Shaking her head, Sydney is quiet, unable to cry. She looks away, the sight of Alan’s eyes too much for her to bear. “Do not let my last memories be of your sad face, I would rather remember… the picnic, or our first conversation…”

Alan clutches Sydney’s hand, the two locked in a dilemma Sydney hadn’t wanted to voice. It was the one unsolved issue. However, even as the pair stare into each other’s eyes once more, a figure takes an audible step out from behind a doorway, a dozen feet away. Looking across at him, Sydney and Alan’s eyes both widen. RSU was supposed to be empty. For better or worse, the professor slowly approached and made himself known.

“I… thought it was you, X001. Good lord, you’ve reached maximum capacity, even with liquid storage…” Professor Randal says.