Commercial Break Chapter 13: Recruitment 1:12, a worm fanfic

Recruitment 1.12

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Once Fiorenza had left, Cindy turned to Taylor, "I'm just going to pop out for a little while to talk to the guards. Did you have a list of the guns you were interested in?"

"Yeah," Taylor replied. "Let me get it." She remained seated.

"Um, Taylor," Cindy began, "aren't you going to get the list?"

"I am," Taylor replied as a group of ants trooped in, carrying a piece of paper among them.

"Right," Cindy said, rubbing at a temple. "I forgot you could do that."

Taylor grinned. "It's really convenient," she declared. "I've even got a bit of web stuck to the light switch, so I can have my ants turn the lights on and off for me. Now I don't have to go to bed in the dark."

"I'm not sure if that's lazy or brilliant," Cindy admitted. "I think I'm jealous." Taylor just grinned. Shaking her head good humouredly, the redhead continued, "I'm going to head out now. Want me to get you anything specific while I'm out?"

Taylor though for a moment before saying, "Not really. Other than more bugs to play with or to have around to feed all my baby spiders with when they hatch, I can't think of anything, and I should be out of here pretty soon, right?"

"You should be," Cindy agreed. "Right now, we're pretty much waiting on you finishing your contract and the scientists preparing for whatever they need to do." Standing, she headed to the door. "Anyways, I'll be back soon. Just keep plugging away at that contract."

"Will do," Taylor replied. "I'll make a list of any specific questions I come up with while I'm at it."

"Good plan," Cindy agreed. "I'll see you later, alright?"

"See you later," Taylor called back, already clicking around the contract screen. Cindy made her way out of the room, leaving Taylor to her task.

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Once she was back on Earth, Cindy made her way to one of the guards. "Good afternoon," she began. "You're Johnson, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," the guard replied. "Sergeant Richard Johnson. What can I do for you?"

"When you handed me the stack of magazines, it was mentioned that several of the guards might be willing to volunteer their expertise," Cindy replied leadingly.

"Yes, ma'am. I take it Miss Hebert narrowed her choices down to a few things?" Johnson asked.

"She did," Cindy said with a nod. Holding out the paper, she continued, "Here's the short list. I looked it over, but it's pretty much meaningless to me." She shrugged. "Guns were never something I was particularly interested in."

Johnson chuckled. "That's fine. Being a gun aficionado definitely isn't for everyone." He looked over the list and whistled. "For only a few days, this is surprisingly thought out. She goes into why she's considering each model and what else she needs to know to consider its viability."

Cindy nodded. "I especially enjoyed the 'I would consider this if there was any chance the ammunition existed' list."

"Just its existence shows she's taking this seriously," Johnson agreed. "Of course, she could have just left it out entirely, but wish lists are always fun." Looking the list over again, he added, "All of this looks fairly standard and shouldn't be too hard to scrounge together. If this works, she's going to blow those other magical girls away."

"Not literally, I hope," Cindy said.

Johnson shrugged. "Sometimes you've got to do what you've got to do." Holding the paper up again, he added, "I'll take this back to the guys and see what we can scrape together for her. We'll send up whoever has the most experience with these, along with at least one gun for her to work with. Hell, I know I've got at least one of these back in my bunk."

"Great," Cindy said gratefully. "Thanks for all the help."

"No problem, ma'am," Johnson replied. "We're all waiting to see how those musket girls compare to someone with proper hardware." He grinned and added, "The hard part is going to be finding people to bet against. Most of my betting buddies will be rooting for her as well."

Cindy smiled and said, "Sorry, but I won't be taking that bet, either. Maybe you should ask Jacob Tricher?"

Johnson rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I would enjoy taking that ass's money," he mused. "I wonder what sort of odds he'd give me..."

"Well, good luck with that. I need to get going, but I'll be back later," Cindy said as she turned and began walking away. Over her shoulder she called, "And have a good day."

"You, too, ma'am," Johnson called back, still thinking about how to best fleece Tricher.

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"Hm," Taylor thought aloud as she continued poking at the Owners section. "I guess it would be nice to have siblings." Clicking on the option, she blinked as more information was revealed. "Let's see. A genetic comparison search of your world of origin indicates you do not have any eligible siblings, due to this, it will be necessary for the siblings to be produced by taking one or more samples of source DNA and modifying them as necessary. I can choose what sex they'll be… that sounds a bit skeevy, but I think I'd prefer sisters… Alright, there's an option for 'preferences, but not mandatory,' good." Clicking on the option, she continued through the information presented.

"While siblings are not considered contestants, they are still eligible for additional rewards and modifications, provided they also accrue enough credits to pay for said rewards. To this end, the primary contestant can select any punishments, modifications, or entertainment choices they wish for their siblings. After that, the siblings will be allowed to select any other modifications, owners, punishments, and/or entertainment options they wish, provided they maintain a positive balance of credits. Due to how they are created, any siblings will be considered to have New Body, Mind Wipe, and Tabula Rasa body modifications and will be granted an additional forty credits as payment for taking part in your show. As such, they will begin with a balance of one hundred five credits under the current contract. Any additional options taken at this point will be applied to this balance."

Unsure of what one of the options meant, Taylor prodded it contemplatively, only to be surprised when Tabula Rasa grew a text box. According to it, the option would provide the siblings with all the skills expected of children their chosen age and would also include memories and knowledge to suit what the average child would know about their sibling. It was intended to help foster a feeling of familiarity and family bonding.

"That's helpful," Taylor opined. "At least they'll feel like family, or something. Now, what do I want to make sure they have?" Thinking about it for only a moment, she came up with the obvious answer. "They need gills, a strong immune system, and repairbots, just to be somewhat safe back home. And I don't want them to die of old age on me, so the same ageless set up I have would be good. I'd pick the easy pregnancy and healthy babies options for them, but I'm not sure they'll be girls, and that would just waste credits if one or both of them is a boy." Thinking a bit more, she added, "And I should probably make sure they get some education out of this." After scrolling through all the options again, she grumbled, "I kind of want to also give them the chastity punishment and the sleep control chip, but that'd probably be mean." After a few more moments of serious thought, she sighed and gave in to practicality, "I should probably get all of us cell phones so we can keep in contact properly, even if I know Dad won't like it. And I probably need to get them set up with proper identification, too."

Sighing heavily, she clicked the button to tentatively confirm her selections. She could always go back and change them later, but this would allow the sibling design process to continue. It took a few second for the choices to compile, but when it finished, she read, "With your choices, under the current contract, your siblings will each start with thirty-eight credits that can be spent on additional modifications, entertainment options, or rewards."

Taylor nodded to herself. "That should keep them at least reasonably safe. I'll leave everything else up to them, though."

Returning to the block of text, she continued reading, "Because siblings are not contestants, they will not be restricted in food, drink, or clothing options other than any they choose, but will otherwise be able to use anything available in the hotel room, apartment, or other lodgings. However, should nothing be available and they do not pick an option, they will go without."

Taylor stared at the line for a minute before noting, "I guess it's a good thing I signed up for an apartment with a kitchen and will be getting paid for work throughout the year." Sighing, she clicked to the next section and continued filling out more forms. "Hopefully they'll be told what they're working with and are given proper help, so they can get the most out of this they can."

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"Excuse me," Cindy called into the back room as she stood at the meat counter of the closest grocery store. "I could use some help, please."

A large bald man strode out of the back, wiping his hands on his slightly blood splattered apron. "What can I do for you, miss?" he asked.

"I have something of an odd request," Cindy explained. "Can I have some of your scraps?"

"Sorry, miss, we can't sell those," he said. "Company policy. It wouldn't be hygienic."

"That's kind of the point," Cindy replied. "I'm looking for a large supply of maggots."

"Then you've come to the wrong place," the butcher said firmly. "We keep this place clean, and I won't have you saying otherwise."

"I'm not saying anything is dirty!" Cindy protested. "I'm just looking to get a good supply of maggots for someone."

"And I said you won't find them here. Now either buy something sensible or get lost."

"Look, I work for Slut Life, and - " Cindy began before being cut off.

"Then I'm definitely not giving you any scraps, and don't go thinking you'll get away with slandering our good name either," the butcher angrily said. "Now get out of here before I call for security."

Cindy sighed. "Fine, I'm leaving." It wasn't worth getting into a fight over it, especially when there were other places to look. "See if I shop here again." Stomping out of the door, she decided to try a different store.

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Taylor was trying to decide between several of the punishments, specifically between the corset piercing and the wooden horse. Both options took the same amount of time, but she wasn't sure she was comfortable with the idea of sitting on a thin beam for a full four hours. She was just finishing up watching a girl go through the piercing and was about to watch one on a wooden horse, both girls without the masochism mods, so she could tell how much it should hurt, when the ant she had standing guard at the portal started moving with strides far too long to belong to Cindy. "Hello?" she called while turning off the television. She could continue her research later.

A large man walked into the room, holding a large case in one hand. "Hello, Miss Hebert," he said, smiling widely. "I'm Sergeant Richard Johnson, and I'm one of your guards."

"You don't go by Dick?" Taylor asked before she could stop herself.

"You'd think so," he said with good humor. "But, no. We have to deal with enough dicks in this profession without dealing with another one." Hoisting up the case, he added, "I'm here to show you one of my favorite old guns." Setting the cased down, he flipped the catches and opened it to reveal a long rifle nestled in foam cutouts.

"That's the Arctic Warfare Magnum, right?" Taylor asked, fairly sure she was correct.

"Good eye," Johnson complimented her. "It's actually the Super Magnum, so it's chambered for the .388 Lapua Magnum. I take it you've been studying the magazines we gave you?"

"Yeah," Taylor replied. "I need to know what I'm doing, right?"

"You'd be surprised," the guard grunted. "Most magical girls don't know much more about real guns than 'point the opening at the bad guy and pull the trigger.' Sure, it lets them have 'cuter' guns, and most of what they shoot is magic, anyway, but it's insulting, damn it!"

Taylor nodded. "I can see that." Gesturing at the case, she asked, "Why only the one gun? No one else wanted to show off their favorites?"

Johnson chuckled. "No, nothing like that. We thought we'd start with the ones that would work best at range, and I'm one of the company's expert sharpshooters, so I have this with me in case things get out of hand and I can't use one of our more modern weapons. Sure, handguns can be nice, but they really suffer at long range. This rifle has confirmed kills out to over a mile, so that won't be a problem, and with some of your magic tricks, you shouldn't have too many issues at shorter ranges, either."

Looking over the rifle, Taylor asked, "Wouldn't one of the machine guns be better?"

"In conventional combat? Maybe," Johnson replied, "but magical girls tend to swarm their targets, so the added accuracy is definitely an advantage. Besides, one well placed bullet usually does the job better than a spray of them."

Taylor nodded in understanding. "Yeah, hitting my allies would be bad. Unless I want to hit them, in which case, missing would be bad."

"Why the hell would you want to shoot your comrades?" Johnson demanded.

"Two words," Taylor said with a smirk. "Healing bullets."

Johnson paused for a moment before breaking out into a loud guffaw of laughter. "Oh, that'll be hilarious," he opined once he'd calmed down some. "Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'friendly fire.'" Shaking his head in mirth, he asked, "So, ready to learn how to take apart, clean, and reassemble one of these?"

"Sure," Taylor replied cheerfully. "The better I know how it goes together and works, the more likely it'll be I can make a working one later, right?"

"Sounds reasonable to me," Johnson agreed before beginning to show Taylor the ins and outs of the weapon.

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"It took me far too long," Cindy began as she walked into the main room, where Taylor was continuing to sort through the last of the details for her contract, "but I think I found something that'll work." Plopping down in a chair, she added, "Did you know that most places will refuse to sell you their meat scraps? Even after I told them I only wanted the scraps for maggots?"

Taylor blinked and turned away from the screen. "I'm not sure why you find that so surprising," she replied. "Most places wouldn't want you to think they're unsanitary, after all. So, if they wouldn't sell you their meat, what did you find?"

"Well, even though we don't have any shortage of food or farming space and can easily replicate food if necessary, some people have gotten it into their heads that crickets are the best source of protein ever," Cindy explained. "So, I figured we could see if a nutrition drink made from crickets might work. It should have all the nutrients the spiders need while being easy to digest, right? And since you'll be controlling them, we won't even have to worry about their instincts telling them it's not food because it's not hopping around."

After thinking it over for a moment, Taylor agreed, "That sounds like it could work, and would probably be easier than maintaining a population of useless bugs to serve as food. I'll have a few ants try it first, though." A couple of ants made their way over from their tank and waited.

"Good idea," Cindy said. "We wouldn't want to hurt your spiders if this doesn't work." Reaching into her bag, she retrieved the bottle of Jiminy Juice brand All Natural Cricket Crush, Original Flavor. She poured a small measure into the cap and placed it on the floor.

The ants quickly swarmed the bottle cap, sampling the concoction. "Well, it seems fine," Taylor decided after a few minutes. "I'll have my orb weaver try next."

"You haven't named her yet?" Cindy asked.

Taylor gave the older woman a flat look. "I'm planning on having a massive swarm, and I'll be using them to fight," she stated. "Naming them is probably a bad idea when they could die at any moment, right?"

Cindy shrugged. "I guess that makes sense, but I thought you might want to keep some of your more special bugs out of the fights, like the ones you'll be using to make costumes and clothing with."

"I hadn't thought of that," Taylor admitted. "I'll think it over. But for now, I'd like to finish the contract. I think I have it about right, but I'd like you to take a look at it for me. Make sure I didn't sign up for anything really stupid." Even as she pushed the computer over to Cindy, Taylor was directing her spider to the bottle cap. It was a bit awkward figuring out the best way to have her feed, but once she was situated, there weren't any issues.

"I see you selected Latex Lounge as an apartment option," Cindy noted. "Was that to also get a few more rooms added on?"

"Pretty much," Taylor agreed. "Why? Is it a bad option?"

"It's not one I would pick," Cindy replied. "Basically, your apartment would be set up to act as the reception area for a latex bondage club. The customers usually respect personal belongings, but personal space? Not so much."

"Definitely not worth the extra rooms," Taylor decided.

"Besides," Cindy added, "even if you are planning on using rooms for your insects and crafting things, do you really need six empty rooms? That's more floor space than a lot of houses have."

Taylor shrugged. "I guess you're right, that is a bit much. Still, I didn't think of anything else I would want, and it sounded useful. Besides, I thought it meant that the living room would be decked out in latex instead of fabric on the couches and stuff. That wouldn't be too bad, right?"

"You have obviously never dealt with latex," Cindy said. "Just the constant squeaking that could produce would drive me crazy within a month."

"I hadn't thought of that," Taylor admitted. "See anything else I might regret?"

"Not really," Cindy replied. "I see you followed my advice about having flexible holes, though I have a suggestion. Adding Tight Fit and Elastic Tongue balances out and can be a lot of fun."

"Is there an advantage to taking Tight Fit I don't know about?" Taylor asked. "Because I can't see why I'd care about having a long tongue."

"Having a long tongue is great," Cindy insisted. "And having a tighter fit makes the ride that much more intense. Especially with the masochist mods."

Taylor shook her head. "No, I think I'll still pass. It doesn't sound helpful at all."

"Alright, that's up to you," Cindy replied. "That's also about the last of the things I can suggest, other than taking a longer run or some mandatory injections of the experimental drugs to possibly drop a few of your punishments and get out of a few longer days with your owners."

"Not going to happen," Taylor said seriously. "If I thought it'd be worth the extra work, I'd be going for the speed run."

"And I wouldn't blame you for that," Cindy replied. "That said, making up the extra fifty credits it costs would take a lot of effort or would greatly reduce your reward."

"That's what I was thinking," Taylor agreed. "Since I'm going to be going back to the same time either way, there's not much point worrying about an extra six months. An extra four years is a bit too much, though."

"That's reasonable. We'll keep it to the standard run." Cindy looked over the contract again before asking, "Now, you're sure you're happy with everything as it is? This is your last chance to make any changes before it's finalized."

"I wouldn't say I'm happy with it," Taylor replied, "what with Tricher tricking me into it and all, but I guess I'm set."

"We're hoping to take care of that issue shortly," Cindy reminded her. "Keep that in mind. I find envisioning him covered with bees helps."

Taylor grinned as she thought of the man getting swarmed. "True, that does make me feel better, even if I'll probably never do it. Even if my bees are harmless."

"You're a better person than me, then," Cindy said. "I'm not sure what I would do in your situation, but he wouldn't enjoy it." Standing, she continued, "Anyway, I need to turn your contract in and get the preparations started. As a bright side, we should be able to get you out of here pretty soon."

"Thanks. The view is great, but I'm beginning to miss seeing the sky."

Cindy made her way to the computer before sighing and turning around. "Look, Taylor, it goes against all of my training, but I need to level with you."

"What's up?" Taylor asked worriedly.

"I don't know who drew up your initial contract, but it was a lot different than the one I used. Hell, it's different than most of the ones I've seen before," the redhead admitted.

"Why didn't you say anything before now?" Taylor asked, hurt by the revelation.

Cindy sucked in a breath and smoothed her hair in a nervous gesture. "The company likes trying new contracts all the time. It keeps things fresh, with the audience never quite sure what they're going to get, so I didn't really register what was missing until just recently, especially since I've never had anyone pick the specific option before."

"What is it?" Taylor asked, now somewhat worried.

"Usually, New Game+, as I usually see it, has a sub option," Cindy began, "called New Game++, that lets you keep your memories. If you want, I could try to make a stink with the higher ups. We could probably get you sent back to when you started, while keeping your memories, without having to have sex at all."

Taylor had to admit that the option was tempting. However… "Would I still be able to be a recruiter?" Taylor asked. "Or would this let Tricher continue fucking people over on Earth Bet?"

Cindy winced. "Probably the latter," she admitted. "Most of the staff here are part of the secret society, even if it is at a low level, so I'm not sure they'd be interested in having you working for us as a recruiter if you're not part of it."

Taylor thought for a moment before replying. "Fuck it."

"Sorry, what?" Cindy asked in confusion.

"I said fuck that," Taylor said. "I'm not letting that asshole mess with anyone else if I can help it. I'll keep my contract the way it is, but thanks for telling me."

Cindy smiled. "No problem. If I hadn't, I don't think I would have been able to sleep well for a while."

"Only for a while?" Taylor asked.

"No matter how guilty you feel, you'll get over it with enough time or therapy," Cindy replied. "And I have plenty of both." Turning back to her computer, she printed out three copies of the contract and handed them over along with a pen.

Taylor took the first stack of papers and the pen and looked at the contract for a moment. "You know, I do have one more question. How can I legally sign this? Or the other contract, for that matter. I'm not a legal adult."

"You're at least thirteen," Cindy replied. "That's the age people can legally sign contracts without parental consent, which admittedly does make things a bit odd for contestants who decide to become somewhere between ten and twelve."

Taylor blinked. "Then what does that mean for my siblings?"

"For the purposes of signing the initial contract with Slut Life, they are legally considered to have their parent's consent," Cindy explained. "There's a little notice about it in your contract under the sibling section."

"And on that note," Taylor said with finality, "I think I'm going to read this thing thoroughly before I sign it."

"Good idea," Cindy agreed. "There shouldn't be anything strange or unexpected in there, but it's always good to be sure. Just make sure you initial each option and sign at the bottom of each page of each copy. One goes to our records department, one is sent to Public Relations, and you get to keep the last copy. We'll also be scanning each page into the computer as you sign them."

"That seems a bit much," Taylor said as she began reading through the first page. "Any reason for it?"

"It's not strictly a requirement, and we could use an electronic signature if we wanted," Cindy began, "but we've had issues of tampering before at other branches, so we want to be sure you're signing up for what you actually agreed to."

Taylor paused in her reading for a moment to stare at Cindy in horror. After a moment, she muttered, "I'm going to be reading these even more thoroughly now, thanks."

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"What do you have for me today?" Bob Ross asked as Cindy entered his office.

"I just turned in Taylor's contract," Cindy answered. "The confirmation should be in your email already."

"Good, good," he said, turning to his computer to check his email. "How's she taking everything?"

"Better than I expected," Cindy remarked, shaking her head and slumping in her chair. "She's either more resilient than we thought, is starved enough for affection that signing up is starting to appeal to her despite her initial reaction, or she's planning on trying to fuck us over."

"Do you think that's likely?" Ross asked in concern. While Slut Life was virtually unassailable, there were a few things that could possibly turn public sentiment against them. The less scrupulous executives could, and would, coerce such a contestant to take the Mind Wipe option, which would remove many of those concerns. He preferred other methods, but if the contract was already submitted, there would only be so much influence he could exert. Hell, had it not been for Cindy's idea to recruit Miss Hebert and orders from on high, he may have suggested running her through a very short, very boring run with no significant reward. Three million dollars would have at least helped her financial situation. And that was assuming they didn't just send her home instead, disregarding the invalid contract Tricher had gotten her to sign.

Cindy shook her head in negation. "I didn't get any of the passive aggressiveness you'd expect from a truly unwilling contestant. She also doesn't cross me as a good enough of an actor to keep up a cheerful facade this long. I think she stopped herself from thinking about being forced into it once she put it into terms of preparing to be a hero. I'm not sure that level of compartmentalization is healthy, but I'm also hoping she'll talk to one of our shrinks."

"That's up to her, of course," Ross replied, "but I do agree. Many of our contestants could use some therapy. It goes with the territory, unfortunately."

The two sat in a somewhat awkward silence for a moment before Cindy asked, "So, what's next?"

Ross thought for a moment and read through the selections Taylor had chosen before continuing. "Part of that will be up to the scientists. If their plans succeed, Taylor will be moved off of Earth and things will progress as normal. If they don't, we'll need to adjust things for her to stay here. Either way, they can still start working on her body modifications, siblings, and alert the rest of her owners that they've been selected. Marketing will also need to start running teasers for her run, and we still need to get the magical girls to empower her as well. All in all, nothing out of the ordinary beyond moving her, but a lot of it. Regardless, we should have her show started within the month."

"Good," Cindy replied. "The wait between signing the contract and starting was the worst for me."

"Ah," Ross said knowingly, "but you didn't have a large number of insects to keep you company."

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End of Arc 1: Recruitment.

I'm going to be slowing down my update schedule to roughly every other week. My buffer has dwindled to five chapters, and I'd like to give it a chance to recover. Thanks for sticking around, and next up is the start of Arc 2: Preparation.

A couple of people have asked to see the completed CYOA for Taylor. As a note, this may contain spoilers for future plot points and such. If you don't want to see it, stop reading here. Again, please note that this CYOA was built using the interactive version based off of Slut Life Version 3.0.3. This is not the most current version available. It is also not the version I will be using in future, as I have put considerable effort into modifying the original versions for my own purposes.

Taylor Hebert SL CYOA

Difficulty: Easy (Bribe from the Scientists)

Body Modification:

New Body:

Age: 15

Height: 5'8"

Face: Girly

Chest: B-cup

Ass: Apple

Genitals: Fertile Vagina

Penis Size: N/A

Penis Girth: N/A

Testicle Size: N/A

Hair Length: 24"

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Pale/White

Body Type: Athletic

Voice: Feminine

Breasts: One Pair

Primary Genitalia: Fertile Vagina

Hair Removal: We'll permanently remove any hair on your body that you don't want.

Masochist: You now feel pleasure from pain.

Manual Control: You can choose whether or not you feel pleasure from pain.

Sensitive Body: Your entire body is now extra sensitive.

Erogenous Body: Your entire body is now an erogenous zone.

Right Moment: Your body's erogenous zones will only be 'active' when you're horny.

Magic Hair: Your body will maintain a constant length for your hair (on your head).

Refractory Period: You no longer have to deal with a refractory period (that is, you'll be able to cum multiple times in a row in a short period of time.)

Menstruation Control: You no longer have to deal with menstruation or it's effects.

Gag Reflex: Your gag reflex is removed.

Flexible Holes: Makes all of your holes much more flexible than they would be naturally. Also increases natural lubrication.

Open Cervix: Your womb can be entered with little effort.

Always Perky: You no longer need to wear a bra.

Easy Pregnancy: Makes your pregnancies much more bearable.

Healthy Babies: Your babies will be strong and healthy.

Flexible Body: Your body is much more flexible. Good for yoga and doing splits.

Reduced Sleep: Instead of 8 hours, your body can easily work with only 4 hours of sleep.

Perfect Metabolism: Maintaining muscle tone/body condition is trivial, however you must consume at least 2,300 calories a day.

Optimized Digestion D: You no longer need to defecate.

Optimized Digestion U: You no longer need to urinate

Cleanliness: You no longer need to shower/bathe. Also includes some internal parts, such as teeth.

Perfect Homeostasis: Your body will maintain its internal temperature perfectly, meaning you no longer need to wear clothes, even in sub-zero temperatures.

Timeless: You will stop aging once you reach between 24-26 years old.

Infinite Telomeres: You no longer age at all.

Hourglass: You can control your age at will. This includes the ability to, for example, revert to your teenage years and grow into an adult again.

Repairbots: Special nanobots will be injected into your body. They are capable of repairing minor wounds and damage, but cannot do anything for major wounds (e.g. a cut-off limb).

Hyper-Immune System: Your body can quickly and effectively fight poisons, toxins, diseases, and other dangerous conditions.

Genetic Cleansing: Your DNA will be 'cleaned' to remove any possible genetic imperfections (e.g. genetic diseases.)

Housing:

Apartment: A small apartment with a bedroom and a bathroom.

Deluxe Apartment: Your apartment will be upgraded to approximately twice the original size.

Deluxe Bedroom: Your bedroom will be upgraded to include a king-size bed, a closet, and a full dresser with a mirror.

3/3 Selected.

Walk-In Closet: a large walk-in closet for all of your clothes.

Deluxe Bathroom: An upgraded bathroom with more space to store your hygiene products. Your toilet will also be upgraded to include a built-in bidet. No more wiping!

Walk-In Shower: Your bathroom will be upgraded to include a walk-in shower with full-body spray, in addition to your bathtub.

Luxury Bathtub: Your bathtub will receive a jacuzzi upgrade.

Kitchen: A standard kitchen with plenty of storage and counter space. Comes with a fridge, stove, and microwave. You must purchase food/additional appliances.

Living Room: A separate room to spend your time in. Comes with a sectional sofa, a table, a wall-mounted television, and a nice view.

Balcony: A small balcony for looking at the view from your room. Can be attached to either your bedroom or your living room.

Empty Room: An empty room. Useful if you need somewhere to store something bulky.

3 selected.

Shared Amenities:

Shared Amenities: Includes access to all listed amenities: Arcade, ball pit, bath house, brothel, convenience store, gym, indoor pool, library, mess hall, movie theater, night club, outdoor garden, recording studio, recreational room, tavern.

Clothing:

Plain Closet: A decent selection of plain, no frills outfits.

Walking Billboard: At least one piece of visible clothing you wear must have a Slut Life logo, a logo from one of its partners (Whores R Us, Sex Toys Ltd., etc.), or something lewd.

Health/Hygiene:

Hygiene Essentials: A basic selection of body care products and make-up. Nothing fancy.

Advanced Health Care: All contestants receive basic health care. However, you can purchase an upgraded health care package. You will receive the best health care money can buy.

Food:

Primary Food:

Baby Food: Your diet will consist of mushy food from a jar. If you wish, someone will feed you.

Additional Food:

Drink Bar: You will have access to an unlimited supply of (non-alcoholic) drinks you want.

Roommates:

Custom Sexbot: A standard sexbot, made to your exact specifications. Over time, they will learn to adapt to your liking. Additionally, you can choose to keep them afterwards.

Extended Functionality: Your sexbot will use your AI to become useful for everyday tasks.

Owner: (Velma Platt) Cutie (See below)

Owner: Futanari (submissive)(See below)

Owner: Sibling 1(See below)

Owner: Sibling 2(See below)

Owner: (Swanhilde) Succubus(See below) (She-Who-Always-Needs-Hugs-In-Large-Doses-Everyday)

Neighbors:

Marcus: A personal trainer who sincerely wants to help yo get fit. He'll invite you to workout sessions, along with other contestants, and even some of your owners. You should expect some competition from the others.

Jenny and Martha: A former contestant and her owner who decided to take things kinda monogamous after the show. They mainly talk about their past experiences, their latest sessions, and things they'd like to try.

Crystal: Likes to make lots of cute cosplay outfits. Will often ask (beg) you to model for her.

Henry: An alchemist. Needs your fluids for, uh, 'reasons.' Will hook you up with high-quality potions as payment.

Tanya: A hotdog vendor that wants free advertising from the show. She'll give you free, high quality sausages, but you're responsible for getting them on air. Mustard probably won't be enough.

Entertainment:

Cell Phone: A standard smartphone. Comes with a basic processor, basic communications (WiFi + 3G), a camera, 16 GB of storage, a microSD slot, and an 8000mAh battery. Also includes a pair of headphones and unlimited data. You may keep it after the year is up.

4G LTE Radio: Support of 4G LTE on all major networks

FTL Communications: Can send and receive FTL Communications

Porn: A selection of porn magazines and DVDs. Also removes the porn blocker from all your devices.

Viewer's Choice Porn: Restricts porn across devices to a weekly selection chosen by viewers.

Education: Using state-of-the-art technology, you can learn up to three year's worth of information on up to three subjects in just one year. Topics may not be overly broad.

Slut Life Legal

Making Fabric and Clothing Design and Construction

Computer Science (unless a better idea comes up quickly)

Personal AI: A personal AI program. Its personality can be modified at any time. It is also capable of 'hopping' between devices that you own.

Own Will: Your personal AI will have a much stronger will/personality and is not guaranteed to listen to your commands. However, it will act in more 'human' ways. Depending on its personality settings, you may expect more banter/tricks. Cannot disable or change the AI's personality after initial setup without a complete reset.

Computer: A mid-end computer with fast, unlimited internet access. You could get in trouble for doing illegal things, but since you're on another planet, you don't really have to worry about draconian laws on other planets.

Webcam: A webcam for you to provide 'private' shows for your fans. Must cam for at least 1 hour each week.

Laptop: In case you wanted a laptop instead of a desktop for some reason.

Owners:

Cutie: A sweet, lively girl that just wants to have fun with others. Typical activities include shopping, visiting amusement parks, and other activities she likes.