The days became a blur after that. Jesse had foolishly made himself a double major in two erotic arts, so between his class schedule, hentai studio time, and filming the porn, he was burning the candle at both ends with a blowtorch. He rarely got more than five hours of sleep a night and started buying coffee and Red Bull from the local Costco.

Whitney was his rock throughout. They spent as much time together as possible, doing homework at his kitchen table, grabbing takeout between classes - and fucking like bunnies in every free moment. She was soon sleeping at his place two weeknights out of five and all weekend long.

They attended the blowjob workshop together. Jesse hadn’t dated a guy since sophomore year of high school and his skills were pretty rusty. But between the advice of the TAs and Whitney, he was back in the groove by the end of the night. Whitney hired a student prostitute that Friday to celebrate. She watched them suck each other off while she masturbated, then they double teamed her over the rickety coffee table.

Whitney took center stage in the acting workshop the following week, leading a gangbang with Jesse and six other actors. She sucked and fucked for most of an hour, and when she stood up panting and covered in cum, the whole class gave her a rousing round of applause. Doctor Lovelace came on stage to shake her hand.

“Amazing Whitney, simply amazing. You were born for this. I’d give you a hug but… you know.”

Doctor Lovelace pulled Jesse and Whitney aside after class. “I just wanted to say that you two are doing amazing work. Solo work, together, separately and group work - it’s authentic, raw, and hot as fuck. I’m also impressed you transformed yourselves so fearlessly. You both have amazing tits, and Jesse - your dick is the best in the class.”

“But talk is cheap. I feel it’s important to show you how impressed the whole department is with your work.” She pulled a blue envelope with the school crest from her clipboard, and handed it to Whitney. “Two tickets to the Homecoming Orgy, from The Dean herself.”

Whitney gasped. “No way! Those tickets are $1500 a piece! They never let underclassmen in!”

“Normally no, but the Dean and I are in agreement that the alumni need to see the kind of porn stars we’re making these days. If you two can make an impression there… who knows how far you’ll go?”

—

“OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!” Whitney was literally jumping with joy as they walked back to Jesse’s apartment. “We’re doing it, Jesse - we’re doing it!”

Jesse was smiling ear to ear. He was indifferent to attending an orgy full of rich alumni - but Whitney’s exuberance was electric. It pushed away his exhaustion. It made him feel like he could fly. “We’ll knock em dead Whitney. We’re gonna fuck and suck every millionaire in the room.”

She was all over him the moment they got back to his apartment. Now, they fucked like crazy all of the time, but this was different. She sucked his cock like the antidote was inside; she rode him like a rollercoaster. As they collapsed in the bed, Jesse had never felt so beautifully drained in all his life. They panted and cuddled in the afterglow.

“I love you Jesse.” Whitney’s eyes were filled with happiness.

He touched her face, smiled. “I love you too Whitney.”

—

As homecoming approached, Jesse’s exhaustion was reaching a breaking point. There simply weren’t enough hours in the day. He was falling asleep in class, falling behind in his non-Porn classwork. He and Whitney were sometimes even skipping sex to sleep - an idea that Jesse from four months ago would have considered insane.

And the pressure to undergo the futa transformation had not let up.

No one was saying it. Whitney had apparently talked to Ethan and Benjamin, and the topic wasn’t spoken again. But… they were filming towards it. There wasn’t any dialog in the script yet, but everything they’d shot was moving in that direction. If Jesse put his foot down, they would struggle to cut something together from the scraps.

And that would ruin Whitney’s dream. Ethan was right, damnit - a really good Futa transformation porn would get noticed, turn heads. If they pulled it off, he and Whitney had a real chance of breaking into professional porn.

God he was tired. If he could just find some time to get caught up and rest, he could look at all this clearly.

“Step Four: Find more time.” he muttered to himself.

—

Amberfield was always crazy during homecoming week. Alumni poured in from around the world, filling every hotel for miles around, wandering the campus and packing the bars and brothels. The student prostitutes spent all week on the streets, getting valuable hours of field work servicing the guests.

Jesse pushed himself even harder during the week, trying to get everything settled before the Orgy. He needed his mind clear, so he could focus on being the best slut he could be.

Thursday night, he fell asleep at his computer during Hentai Lab, drooling on his drawing tablet until 2am. He dragged himself home and skipped all his Friday classes trying to recover.

Around 5, Whitney came to the apartment to get ready. She’d gone with the daring red lingerie, with a matching dress for their entry. She sat on the couch, perfecting her makeup and generally being nervous. Jesse had dressed and done his makeup before she arrived, and sat in his best suit and tie helping her as best he could. They had a snack and some coffee, and then it was time.

The Homecoming Orgy was held in the Hornbill Center. Food and drinks were set up in the lobby, a jazz band playing in one corner, while the group sex happened on the large stage. There were chairs and beds set up in the house, so people could watch or fuck privately.

Jesse and Whitney made their way through the queue, presented their tickets, and headed to the Clothing Room to disrobe. Whitney moved to join him in a booth, but he gently pushed her out.

“I’ve got a surprise. Go strip, then shut your eyes.”

She complied, checking her dress before nervously sitting with closed eyes. After a minute, she felt a gentle tap and looked. Jesse was wearing the same red lingerie as Whitney, huge cock sticking out of the crotchless panties, breasts sitting proudly in the lacey bra. “I wanted us to match.”

Whitney squealed with delight and hugged Jesse tight. “You look amazing! There’s nothing hotter than a cute boy in thigh highs.” A note of concern entered her voice. “How did you afford this? Are you going to be okay in five inch heels?”

“It’s not my first high heel rodeo… but I’ve also been practicing all week when you were at class. And when my mom heard I had a girlfriend, she fell all over herself to help out. She sent a vibrator for you.”

“What a lovely surprise. Thank you, Jesse.” She kissed him on the cheek and took his arm.

“Now let’s go fuck some alumni.”

They moved with purpose to the center of the stage, surrounded by rutting forty-somethings. Their youth and beauty turned heads. Whitney lay down on her back, spreading her legs wide, and Jesse dropped down to eat her out, their heels clacking against the floor as they squirmed.

After a minute of this, a handsome man with a graying beard knelt down beside Jesse and gave him an inquisitive look. Jesse spread his legs, and the man began to stroke and lick his cock, rubbing the precum into the long shaft. Soon the man’s wife joined him, and the pair took turns swallowing as much of the giant dick as they could.

Whitney was sucking off two men, moving between them and deep throating each with ease. Then a dark haired woman gently pushed them aside. She sat on Whitney’s face and took over blowjob duties.

The man with the beard left his wife with Jesse’s cock, and all three shifted positions. The man rubbed a generous shot of lube on his own cock and took Jesse from behind. He rocked on the man’s dick, the thick shaft sliding in and out of his ass. The sensation took Jesse over the edge and he sprayed his load into the woman’s eager mouth.

Whitney began to groan, her own orgasm getting close. Jesse rocked back and forth between her pussy and the man’s dick, trying to get them both off at once. The man came first, grunting like an animal as he filled Jesse. Whitney followed a few moments later, squeezing her legs tight around his head and crying out to God. The dark haired woman in turn squeezed Whitney between her thighs a minute later, already covered in several loads of cum.

Jesse and Whitney disentangled themselves and went to clean up.

“God, I love seeing you with another man.” Whitney kissed Jesse hard as they worked at the communal sink. “It’s the hottest thing in the world.”

“No, seeing you with a cock in your mouth is the hottest thing in the world. You’re the LeBron James of blowjobs.” They paused in their work for a minute to make out.

“Ok, ok…” Jesse broke away from the kiss. “I’m famished. Let’s gas up before round two.”

They returned to the lobby and made up plates of buffet food. Before they could sit, a naked Doctor Lovelace intercepted them, and led them to a handsome middle aged couple. “Here are my star pupils. Whitney Choi and Jesse Fisher, please meet Hugo and Eliza Blackwood. The Blackwoods are from the class of ‘99 - they’re the founders of The Naked Goddess toy stores.”

Everyone exchanged greetings, and Hugo slapped the pair on the back. “That was one hell of a performance out there. Doc here undersold your skills when she was talking you up. What’re you drinking?” They exchanged glances and asked for rum and cokes. “Two rum and cokes coming up!”

The group chatted for a while, the Blackwoods reminiscing about Amberfield in the 90s. “We saw Nirvana right here in ‘98. The drum kit was set up just where you took it in the ass. I’m glad they’re finally reuniting - we bought tickets for the first show at The Garden.” After more small talk and more drinks, the group moved to a private bed for a fourway. Jesse fucked Eliza doggy style, while Hugo did the same to Whitney.

On and on it went through the night. Whitney and Jesse fucked dozens of people between drinks and canapes. They shook hands - and much more - with all the movers and shakers of Amberfield alumni. They left around 2, drunk and exhausted and very, very satisfied.

As they stumbled into Jesse’s apartment building, his downstairs neighbor caught them. “Jesse, there’s been something beeping like crazy in your apartment. You gotta go fix it now - it’s driving me nuts!” He promised to fix it right away and they went up, soon hearing the noise themselves.

“Isn’t that your laptop?” Whitney asked confusedly.

Jesse raced up the last few steps and fumbled for his keys. Shouldering his way in, he saw the Grand Design laptop buzzing angrily on the kitchen counter. The cherub looked at him sternly and pointed at his non-existent wristwatch. Whitney came in before the cherub could speak, and it snapped into its animation cycle.

“Whazz wrong?”

Jesse sighed hard. “I gotta do a project, sorry.”

Whitney was confused. “Now? Right now? It’s Saturday… or I guess it’s Sunday now.”

“Can’t wait, sorry.” Jesse kissed her on the forehead. “Drink some water, take an advil and go to bed. I’ll be in before you know it.”

She wandered to the bathroom, and Jesse grabbed the laptop with venom in his eyes. “NOW!? REALLY!?” he hissed.

::Keep your damn voice down! Yes, right the fuck now. The assignment came in around ten, and it’s due by dawn! So get a Red Bull and sit down!::

“Your boss is an asshole - she damn well knew I’d be out.” Jesse rubbed his tired eyes. “Fine, let’s get this done.” He went to get a Red Bull, but paused when he saw his bottle of cheap rum. “Hair of the dog,” he mumbled. “Or something.” He mixed himself another rum and coke and sat down.