How Taylor Hebert Agreed to Be a Slut [Worm/Slut Life]

How Taylor Hebert Agreed to be a Slut

Part Three: Preparations

[A/N: The latter part of this has been scrapped and rewritten on the suggestions of my readers and my beta. The order between this and the other chapter written at this time have also been reversed. If you're going to read Part Two Point Five in the NSFW section, go there before you read this.]

“Okay, that should sort out the last of the problems,” Tori announced. “See what you think.” Lounging back in the steaming bath—naked, of course—she passed the laptop over to me. The bath was large enough for two people to share, or four if they didn't mind being very intimate. Mom and I were currently sharing it with Tori, who apparently had no problems with being very intimate indeed. But it felt heavenly, and the scents drifting off the water with the steam just made it more enjoyable. I just wished we had some bubble bath in there, because the water was crystal clear, allowing me to see every inch of Mom's and Tori's bodies, and them to see mine. Stupid skinny ass. Stupid flat chest.

To distract myself, I took the laptop. Unlike any model I'd seen on Earth, it was apparently rated against any damage up to and including re-entry from orbit. And hey, it was waterproof. Tori whispered something to Mom, who giggled. Giggled. I'd been trying not to notice it, but the catgirl was flirting with my Mom, who was flirting right back. I mean, I knew she'd been a radical feminist back before she met Dad, but I hadn't known she liked other women as well. I didn't know whether the place was corrupting her, or if she was just letting long-forgotten urges out to play, but it was probably a good idea to get her home just as fast as possible.

Looking over the contract one last time, I carefully checked each aspect that Tori had been through. I trusted her well enough, but I wanted to know what I'd missed that she'd picked. Just in case I wanted to come back for a second pass. Not that I thought I would, but the idea of immortality was nagging at me. Plus a few more of the rewards. If I got back to Brockton Bay and decided that I needed a booster for my abilities, I knew where I was going to find them.

Looking up from the screen, I caught Tori stealing a kiss from Mom. Worse, Mom didn't seem to mind. Hastily, I cleared my throat. “Uh, Mom? Want to look this over before I send it away?”

Mom looked over at me and smiled. “Certainly, Taylor. I'll be with you in a moment.” Then she quite deliberately turned to Tori and kissed her. The kiss was long and deliberate, and I was quite certain more was going on under the water than I was really comfortable with knowing. Blushing to my hairline, I ducked my face down behind the laptop and pretended to read through the contract again.

A few moments later, Mom slid into place beside me. Her colour was high, and she seemed rather pleased with herself. Despite the warmth of the water, I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were very firmly erect. “Let me see, Taylor,” she said, taking the laptop from me and scrolling through the contract. “Hmm, seems all above board. Are you sure you can handle all those part-time jobs?”

“It was Tori's idea,” I said. “Half the hours for each one, and none of them will require me to have sex with anyone. Even better, most of them will allow me to keep some level of chastity belt on.”

“I see,” said Mom. She knew why I was being careful about the sex aspect. While I hadn't taken the hyperfertile vagina option, I had opted to be banned from using contraception. Just in case I did end up having sex, I'd gone with Flexible Holes just to make it less traumatic (though with Tight Fit and Fresh Cherry, every time was gonna be like my first). I just hoped I could dodge it for a week.

“So does it look okay?” I asked anxiously.

“I'm just a little dubious about the Magical Girl sidekick aspect,” Mom said seriously. “If they fight actual villains, and those villains are likely to try to force sex on them—because with this place, I would not be at all surprised—you might find yourself involuntarily included in the deal.”

I took a deep breath. “I'll have my bugs, and I'll have martial arts,” I said. “And if it does happen, at least they're not allowed to rape me. There's got to be some kind of seduction and preparation involved. So it could be a whole lot worse.”

“Oh, with Magical Girls, they sometimes fight tentacle monsters,” Tori said helpfully, climbing into Mom's lap. Her full, round breasts bounced to and fro, just at my eye level. I wasn't really attracted to girls that I knew of—well, that time Emma and I practised kissing each other just to find out what it was like probably didn't count—but they looked so goddamn firm and shiny and sexy that I was seriously tempted to take her nipple into my mouth. You know, just to see what she'd do. “So if they screw up, they end up with a cock in every orifice they've got. But tentacle monsters secrete an aphrodisiac along with the lube, so while you know you're being fucked in every hole by something that's not even remotely human, you just don't fucking care, you know?” She leaned in to kiss Mom again. I watched my mother respond, sliding her arms around Tori's waist and pulling her closer.

Nervously, I cleared my throat. “Uh, Mom? I don't want to be a party pooper, but you did say you didn't intend to have sex while you were here, and that looks awfully like you're gonna be having sex. Just saying.” Which was right up there on the list of 'sentences I never wanted to have to say to a parent'.

Reluctantly, Mom broke the kiss and looked over at me. “Taylor, honey, I said I wouldn't be climbing into bed with any men. I said nothing about women. Your father will understand.”

“And besides,” Tori added helpfully, “your mom and me have been banging for the last few days. She dragged me into bed when she first woke up, after I explained things to her.”

“To be fair, they were still getting my hormone balance just right, and I was horny as hell,” Mom said with a chuckle. “But it was so much fun that I decided to move in with her until you showed up.” She caught my shocked stare and frowned. “What? It's nothing. Once we're back home, Tori will go back to having sex with whomever she wants to, on the show. And I'll be back with your father. He knows I was sleeping with women with I first met him in college.”

“Okay, fine, I get the picture,” I said, realising I didn't know my Mom at all. “I'll just get out of your way, then.” Ignoring the fact that I was naked and there wasn't a towel within reach, I closed the laptop and began to climb out of the tub.

“Hey, no need to go.” Tori's hand slid up my thigh and cupped my butt cheek. “Stay, and we can make it a threesome. You know how badly I want to hold you down and make you cum. Hell, we can bring Raffie in for a foursome. You know, my futa girlfriend?”

The touch of her hand, sliding sensuously over my wet skin, sent shivers directly to places I didn't want to acknowledge right then. “What? No!” I snapped, slapping her hand away. “Because that'll mean either I'll be getting fucked by your futa girlfriend, Mom will be cheating on Dad with your futa girlfriend, or Mom and I'll be … no. Just no.” I climbed all the way out of the tub and backed away. “Look, I get it that sex is fun, but I've never done it before and I kinda want a choice in the matter, if and when I ever do it.”

“Leave her be,” Mom advised Tori. “I like you, and I think you're fun in bed, but I won't be a party to forcing Taylor to do anything she hasn't agreed to.” She climbed out of the bath and grabbed two of the oversized towels. “Here you go, honey.” Draping one towel over my shoulders, she started drying herself with the other. “Let's go look over that contract while I'm not distracted.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said. My gratitude was genuine, for several reasons. It disturbed me to watch her making out with a girl only a few years older than me (Tori was older than she looked, but not that much older) especially since she was only just back from the dead, from my point of view anyway. Also, I really did value her input, and her ability to spot anything I'd missed. I headed over to the padded benches, put the laptop down carefully, then dried myself off.

My time at Winslow should've inured me to being naked in a room with girls who were far sexier than me, but the bullying had left scars that might never heal. So once I'd gotten the water off of myself and towelled my hair roughly dry, I wrapped the towel around myself in a semblance of modesty before sitting down on the bench. Mom, after drying herself, put the towel around her hair and sat down next to me with not a stitch on. With a sinking feeling, I watched Tori come over from the bath. She sat next to me, not even bothering to dry herself. It meant she wasn't sitting next to Mom (and potentially making out with her again) but it meant she was next to me.

I liked Tori well enough. She hadn't pulled any bullshit with me that I knew about, and she'd gone to bat for me about Mom with her boss. But the bottom line was, she was a Slut Life employee. More to the point, she was a past contestant who intended to sign up again. Sex, for her, was simply a means to an end. She'd already spent years being publicly fucked in every orifice I cared to name by more men (and women, and God knew what else) than I could ever imagine. In her mind, signing up for Slut Life and opening my legs (and mouth, and butt) for whoever wanted to shove their cock (or whatever) into me was only normal and natural. Which meant that she really couldn't seem to understand that I wasn't interested in having sex with her. To her, that meant I wasn't interested right then, but that wouldn't necessarily be the case in five minutes. Which made the occasional impulse to just give in and let her have her way even more frightening. Sure, it would make my time at Slut Life a lot more fun and interesting … but would I still be me if I surrendered my agency so easily? Emma and her cohorts hadn't broken me over a year of tormenting me; what would it say about me if I let a girl with cat ears change me into a slut (incidentally, proving some of the insults slung at me by Emma's coterie) in just a few days?

“Well, it looks fine to me,” Mom allowed after a few moments of perusing the contract. “From what you've told us, Tori, there's no real way they can pull a sneaky loophole to force Taylor to have sex, is there?”

“Not as far as I can see,” Tori agreed, leaning her chin on my shoulder. She wasn't trying to cop a feel, so I was okay with that. I really did need friends in my life. “So, you want to sign it and send it away?”

I felt a yawning pit open in my stomach. This was it. This was do or die. I couldn't not sign the contract, no matter how long I delayed it, and once it was done, there was no going back. If I'd screwed up in any way, I was going to find out the hard way. Moistening my lips with my tongue, I swallowed nervously. “I guess, yeah.”

“Okay then,” Tori said briskly, straightening up. “Pass me over the laptop.” I realised that she'd actually been pressing her naked water-slick breast against my arm and I hadn't even noticed. Was that a good sign or a bad sign? And why did I keep noticing how fucking sexy her body was? I'm not into girls, I'm not into girls, I'm not into girls.

“Here you go.” Mom passed the laptop over, and I watched as Tori scrolled the contract down to the bottom.

She tapped a couple of icons, and a tiny symbol of a padlock appeared on the corner of the sheet. Then she tapped another one, and a red square showed up. “Okay,” she said to me, her voice unusually serious. “Press your thumb to that square—doesn't matter which thumb—and that'll register as your signature. This will register your contract with Slut Life. Once it goes through, they'll come to pick you up to be prepped for the role you'll be playing. All the surgery and implants will be done in a week. Next week, you and your mom can move into your house, and your run will start.”

I drew a deep breath. “Okay, then.” I held up my thumb as if I were attempting to flag a ride, then brought it in close to the contract. With a convulsive movement, I jabbed it the last half-inch or so, feeling the tiny resistance as I contacted the hard-light document. As I did so, the red square flashed to green. There was a momentary delay, then a notification flashed up on the screen: CONTRACT ACCEPTED.

"Oh, good," I said, letting out the breath I hadn't realised I was holding in. "So when will they come get me?"

"One to three hours, usually," Tori said. "It depends on what's being done. You're going with a total body makeover, so it'll probably be closer to three than one." She looked me up and down frankly, and I blushed to my hairline. "Though seriously, your body's sexy as fuck as it is."

"Tori." Mom's voice was firm. I looked over at her in confusion. "I need you to do me a huge favour."

"Um, sure?" Tori didn't sound at all sure of what was going on. "What is it?"

Mom took a deep breath, then pushed the laptop out of the way and took my hands in hers. "Taylor, we've got to talk."

Those four words never presaged anything good. "What? Mom, you're scaring me." My mind immediately jumped to worst-case scenarios. Is she dying? I don't want to lose her again!

She grimaced and shook her head. "It's not bad, it's just ... not good." She looked over at Tori. "What I said earlier about my hormones ... I wasn't telling you the whole truth. When they revived me, someone transposed a decimal point or something, and I came back with a raging case of ... well, horniness. I've been screwing Tori on an hourly basis ever since I was able to move on my own. Up till now, she's been able to keep my urges in check. But ..." Taking her hand away from mine, she clenched her fist, her nails biting into her palm.

"It's getting worse," Tori said soberly. "She's wanting to go out and screw, well, anyone. She hasn't yet," she added hastily, probably in response to my horrified expression. "But ... it's getting close. So she's going to let SL put her under until her final treatment can be carried out, in three days' time."

"Which means that I won't be there when you come out of surgery," Mom said. "Tori, I want you to be there for her." She gave the catgirl a warning glance. "And by that I don't mean 'seduce her while she's still drunk with her new body'."

"Aww, I wouldn't do that," Tori said with a grin. "More than twice, anyway." She leaned in toward me and lowered her voice to a stage whisper. "Sex in a brand new body is the best."


I was so shaken by Mom's revelation that I totally forgot to blush. "I, uh, I'll take your word for it." Then I turned my full attention to my mother. "Mom, how long are they going to be keeping you under? How much work needs to be done?"

"Relax." Mom's smile was a little ragged, but it was genuine. "It's just a hormone treatment. Nanobots, apparently. I'll be up and around by the time you start your run. I have to be; it's in your contract."

"Okay." I didn't feel great about this, but if it was the best thing for Mom, then it had to be done. Besides, I was doing all this to get her home to Dad. I guessed that ignoring the fact that she'd been having sex with Tori was the best idea. Besides, that wasn't something I wanted to dwell on. Like, ever. "So when do you need to go under?"

"Today." To my surprise, Mom bit her nail. She'd never bitten her nails. "As soon as possible. Right now. Please."

I nodded. "Okay. Let's go get this done."

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Tori and I stood on either side of Mom's hospital bed, each of us holding one of her hands. "Still don't see why we can't just put you into cryo," Tori muttered. "It's a lot easier."

"Because even I know that going into suspended animation would suspend the hormone treatment," Mom told her. Her voice was weak; the line leading into her wrist was obviously feeding something into her bloodstream that was slowly but surely putting her out. The docbot had said something about 'establishing a baseline', which was why she wasn't instantly unconscious.

"Oh, right." Tori facepalmed. "Wow, I feel like a total idiot now."

Mom giggled faintly. "Just remember ... be there for Taylor."

Tori leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "I promise."

"Good." It was a bare whisper, as her eyes drifted shut. "Or 'll kick y'r ass ..."

I felt her hand relax in mine. I squeezed it one last time and placed it on the covers. Leaning over, I kissed Mom on the forehead. When I straightened up, Tori was looking at me soberly. "She's pretty special," she said softly.

"Well, yeah," I said. "She's my Mom."

"That she is," Tori agreed. "Well, now it's time for your appointment."

I swallowed. This wasn't something I'd been looking forward to. "So where do I go for that?"

She pointed out the door. "Next door, in Medical Bay Four. Let's go, before they come get you. I understand they're not gentle with people they think might be trying to wriggle out of their contracts."

"Right," I said, trying to sound determined. "Um ..."

"What?" she asked, looking over at me. "Because it's kinda late for last-minute second thoughts."

"What Mom said about you trying to seduce me when I wake up ... you won't really try that on me, will you?" I wasn't sure what I wanted her answer to be. On the one hand, I was about as sexually insecure as anyone could be, having exactly zero experience in anything of the sort. On the other, I had been noticing Tori's body, and I liked her, and I knew she liked me. I have no idea what to do in this situation.

She must've read my thoughts in my eyes. Leaning forward, she stole a kiss, surprising the hell out of me. "Mm," she said, licking her lips. "Nice."

"You kissed me!" I blurted, not sure whether to be happy, amused or angry. It hadn't been unpleasant. In fact, it had been rather nice, if kind of quick. And unexpected. Really unexpected.

"Yup." She seemed very pleased with herself. "Was it good for you?"

Two could play at that game. I stuck out my tongue at her. "I'll tell you when I get out of surgery." Turning, I marched from the room.

With a grin, she followed.



End of Part Three

Part Four [NSFW]