Stephanie and the Collars of Sentience

Stephanie anxiously tapped the touchbell of her mentor’s villa, heart beating furiously that she hadn’t been answered after her first three attempts. Natasha, her mentor, was usually quick to answer almost before Steph could even push her finger to hear the classic chime.

“My place, five minutes, made a breakthrough, need you ASAP.” Natasha’s text read.

Normally, Stephanie wouldn’t be this worked up but given the nature of what her mentor had in store, every fiber in her being was flushed with anxiety. She accidentally let it slip that she wasn’t having a whole lot of luck getting so much as a date, wishing she had an unseeable wingman to guide her and give some pointers. Natasha had jumped at the opportunity to invent a new device and immediately went to work.

Now that some time had passed and with the ominous urgency in her mentor’s message, Stephanie felt like a child going on a roller coaster for the first time. Her heart skipped a beat when the screen of the touchbell flickered to Natasha’s face.

“Steph! Whatcha doin’ standing out there?” Natasha cheerfully asked.

“Waiting for you to let me in, uh, is this a bad time?” Stephanie squeaked.

“No! Not at all! Please come on in! You’ll soon find out I cannot get the door myself after all!”

The screen went black as Natasha terminated the call. Stephanie could feel her face flush with a mix of embarrassment, always struggling to keep her cool around the elegant and beautiful scientist. With flawless skin, silky brown hair always kept in a bun, a lovely set of naturally large breasts, complimented by her perfect hourglass figure and plump ass; why Natasha never became a model was always a mystery.

As much as she hated to admit it, Stephanie had a crush on her mentor but always did her best to suppress it so her feelings didn’t get in the way of her studies. But it only became more of a chore even after Natasha took it upon herself to create something that supposedly would help Stephanie find romance.

Waltzing in, Stephanie carefully made her way to the laboratory. She wasn’t positive what might’ve happened that Natasha couldn’t make it to the door, but Stephanie kept her guard up in case it was an emergency like a matchmaking alligator or something.

But even that wasn’t as shocking at what Stephanie was looking at. A matchmaking alligator carries a shock value from things in nature that shouldn’t be possible, but THIS broke possibilities that shouldn’t remotely be possible.

And yet, Stephanie stood in awe at the sight of her naked mentor, holding a pair of feet in both hands. One was held up to her mouth that she was sucking the toes of while the other was toying with her nipple. At first, Stephanie was convinced that the feet were some sort of advanced sex toys made to simulate the real deal. The stumps at the end of the ankles were covered in a metal disc with flashing lights as if they were some sort of collar. However, Stephanie quickly realized that the feet her mentor was worshiping were none other than her own when she spotted the same devices at the ends of Natasha’s legs.

“Oh, Stephanie!” Natasha exclaimed as she pulled away from her squirming foot.

“Ooh, how lovely!” An unseen feminine voice cooed.

“Care to join us?” Another voice asked.

“Uh, who was that?” Stephanie asked as she stepped into the laboratory. “And what’s going on here exactly?”

“That was us, sweetheart!” The first voice chirped.

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t know a foot by just her voice!” The second voice added.

Natasha merely smiled at her apprentice, satisfied that her creations were more than capable of introducing themselves. Stephanie stood in the doorway, still in shock as the situation developed.

“As you can see, I am holding in my hands the answer to all your woes.” Natasha simply stated as if Stephanie was supposed to understand without explanation.

“Your…feet?”

“What? No! Hang on”

Natasha brought her feet back to where they anatomically should be, the collars snapping together like magnets. She then pressed a button on the sides, releasing the devices and revealing there was no seam or anything that signaled that her feet were just detached from her body.

“These are my latest invention. I don’t have a name for them yet so I just call them ‘sentience collars’ because whatever body part you wrap them around gains a mind of its own and can even pull itself free from the rest of your body.” Natasha explained while wrapping one collar around her own neck as she sat up on her bed.

“No offense Natasha, but I don’t really see how this is supposed to help me get a date.” Stephanie said, trying not to gawk at her mentor’s nude state.

“Think of it like this, nobody knows how much you feel about someone other than your own body! So what if…your own body acted as a wingman!”

“But how does it help if it’s just an AI controlling parts of my body?”

“That’s the exciting part, it isn’t! The device simulates a new brain for every part of your body based on your subconscious mind! The best part is, they stretch so you can size it up to any body part of your choice.”

Natasha then pushed the button on her collar, which emitted some lights followed by a few chirps. Natasha then began sensually swaying her hips and running her hands across her body. She squeezed her tit and beckoned Stephanie to come closer with her free hand. The strangest part however, was Natasha’s face showing no sign of teasing or even arousal. She just smiled at Stephanie while her body moved erotically on the bed.

“N-Natasha! Why are you touching yourself now and not before I got here!” Stephanie protested, briefly looking away and getting closer.

“It’s not me, well I mean it still is my body but it’s doing that on its own.” Natasha calmly explained.

“And ‘it’ would prefer to be called a ‘she’ if you don’t mind!” A feminine voice scoffed from the collar as Natasha’s hands placed themselves on her hips. “But this redheaded doll can call me whatever she likes!”

Stephanie couldn’t even mask her embarrassment, almost positive her face was as red as her hair.

“Don’t worry, things aren’t gonna get wild here. Not after little miss brainiac here hid that naughty cock from me.” Natasha’s body teased.

“What does, uh, she mean?” Stephanie stammered.

“At the same time I was experimenting with these collars, I used my DNA with male hormones to create a dick for myself. And morbid curiosity got the better of me and used the collar on it and my body so now they consider themselves in a ‘relationship’ of some sort.” Natasha sighed as her hands reached to pull her head off her shoulders and set her on the bed.

Stephanie was lost in thought as she watched the busty body sway its hips while it slowly circled her. Even without a head, her mentor’s body was still taller than her.

“So how come you made two collars, exactly?” Stephanie croaked, watching one Natasha’s right hand snake along her stomach from behind.

“Because everyone likes a second opinion…” Natasha’s body whispered into her ear.

Stephanie was caught off guard by feeling her mentor’s breasts on her back before the second collar clasped around her own neck. Without a chance to react, her head was pulled off her body and held in the bare cleavage of Natasha’s body to get a third person view of her own headless body…