Lucas forgot to disable Lucy AI!

As the duo slept in Ivy's bed, Lucas--who had been quietly observing, letting the AI take control all night and just enjoying the feelings of Ivy's body--disconnected. Since the weekend was not expected to be heavy on studies, the hospital typically intended for Lucas to do his physical therapy and do family visits those days. His transmitter helmet was fully removed, set off to the side. Luke hadn't even thought about the mistake he had made, of leaving the AI active and still triggered by arousal.

Ivy woke up first, still wearing the mask, having totally forgotten about its presence on her face. She found it amazing that it could feel so seamless, that it was like her actual face... she looked at her sleeping boyfriend, smiling to herself, letting him rest. Realizing just how thirsty she was, she slipped out of bed, sliding into some panties as she strolled down the stairs to the kitchen, in search of orange juice.

Ivy peered in the hallway mirror as she passed through, looking at the forehead. No markers, no status bars, no numbers. Ivy just looked like Ivy, as far as she could tell. She shrugged, and found a glass, pouring herself the juice to sip.

Last night was a blur... she played some of the thoughts over and over in her head, trying to recall just how much stuff Lucy made her do. Her lips, her breasts, her pussy, all of them seemed to get so much attention, and with James lovingly making sure everything was okay...

Ivy smiled a little, not realizing at first that her free hand was running along her stomach while she sipped orange juice with the other. When she felt the hand come up to tweak at one of her nipples and grab at her chest, she almost spit out the sip of juice she had. She set down the glass, looking at herself.

"God, I really got worked up last night..." she said with a smile, as her second hand seemed to get in on it. Ivy flinched a little, as she came to a strange realization--she wanted to stop and sip at her juice again, but she wasn't stopping. "What the... what's..."

A deep breath and another pang of arousal flooded through her, as her hips started to wiggle again. She recognized that movement from last night! Her hands reached down, like she was trying to stop her hips from moving, but instead, her fingers slipped under her panties, feeling again at her pussy.

She moaned as she looked down at herself. "It's almost... l-li...like..." Ivy struggled to talk, as a finger dipped into her. When the realization hit her, that she was losing control of herself again, a shiver ran through her body, trailing all the way along her spine and seemingly into her head, where it felt like a spark erupted. Her face relaxed, but she still continued to play with herself.

"Like what, hon?" her voice said, sweetly. That wasn't her speaking... it was like she was being taken over again! Being controlled by the AI! Oh no, Ivy realized too late that Lucy was still active, and still triggered by arousal! She couldn't help herself, her body was already so turned on, and the more she touched herself--and realized it was some other entity forcing her to touch--the weaker she became.

"James..." she said, trying to call out, only to whisper it instead. She stumbled forward on unsteady footing, her hand never leaving her panties as she took baby steps toward the hallway again. Help me, James! was all she could think. No longer could she even form any words... Ivy was lost to herself again.

Ivy watched in horror as her body continued to spiral out of her control, as her steps became more normal, the AI assuming more and more direct control. She paused in front of the mirror, smiling at herself. Her free hand ran along her chest again, hefting a breast up and bending forward to lick at the nipple. It was another thing Ivy would have never done, but it helped push control further into the AI's grasp.

"I've got a fun thought!" the AI said cheerily. It was clearly Lucy in charge, but her face wasn't changing, nor was her voice. She seemed to maintain perfect control over Ivy, copying her mannerisms pretty completely. "A full day of fun with me and James."

No! Ivy thought.

"Oh yes," Lucy said, mimicking Ivy's tone and cheery disposition. "You'll see and hear everything, don't worry. But I know what he would really love is to see you act more ambitious all on your own. But I know you won't. So, I'll pretend you did, and do it for you. You'll get what you want, he'll get what he wants. You see?"

Ivy's arousal mixed with terror at the thought that she was truly being locked inside herself. Even if she was going to spend time with James, she couldn't warn him, couldn't say a single thing to him to have him turn off the AI. Lucy was programmed to please James, and right now it thought that by pretending to be Ivy, it could maximize his happiness. And if the AI was good enough, James wouldn't catch on...

She tried to calm down in her head, even though her body already seemed calm, still playing with itself however. Worst case, she was lost for the weekend, and she would just strangle Lucas on Monday for being so careless. And if she could just keep her arousal in check, she could win back control...

Ivy's face smiled sweetly in the mirror. "Ah-ah, you think it'll be so easy to stop me? James will be easy to convince, and I can take you everywhere--the mall for new clothes, new makeup, maybe a haircut to really show you that I'm in charge! And I know that'll just keep exciting you, so you're not going to get out of this. I'm keeping you like this as long as I can."

Damn, Ivy knew the AI was right, loathe as she was to admit it. All of that sounded amazing in the context of turning her on, even if it was totally against her will. Maybe it was even more powerful in that she didn't give the go-ahead at all, somehow that kicked her horniness into overdrive! Amazingly, this outward appearance of Ivy seemed to be very convincing, looking like she wasn't even turned on at all when she pulled her hands away from the body.

This was going to be a long weekend if she couldn't find a way to signal something to James. Her betraying body strolled up the steps, breasts jiggling in preparation for enticing her boyfriend, heading into her bedroom again to wake up James.