Jesse squirmed as the daylight hit his face. He rolled away from it, glancing at the clock - almost noon. He rolled away from the sunlight again, to face Whitney. Her eyes opened slowly, happiness mixed with a hangover. She smiled weakly and gave him a little kiss. Then she turned over to face him. He turned away from the clock to face her…

He paused. How many times had he turned over? What side of the bed was he on? How could Whitney roll over and still be facing him?

“Good morning Jesses,” she murmured. She gave him another little kiss.

He sat bolt upright in bed. Then he sat bolt upright in bed again. Jesse turned to face… Jesse, on the opposite side of the bed. He could see himself, looking at himself, looking at himself.

He was staring out of two pairs of eyes at once.

“OH FUCK!” he shouted in stereo. Two bodies scrambled out of the bed, tangling each other up as they tried to reach the living room.

“Jesses, are you ok? Remember to take turns if you have to puke!”

They reached the laptop and both tried to use it at once. Jesse started fighting with Jesse for the machine, then paused and took two deep breaths. “There’s just me,” they said. They looked at each other, right arms lifting in unison. Then, with a slight effort, just one put his hand down.

Jesse handed himself the laptop and they both sat down.

::DUDE!:: A ‘Happy Second Birthday’ banner hung at the top of the screen, and the cherub was wearing a little party hat. ::That was the wildest project I’ve seen in YEARS! I never would have thought you had it in you! And you even fixed your serum problem. It’s a masterpiece man, a goddamn masterpiece!::

“What did I do?” he double-groaned, then stopped. “What did I do?” one Jesse repeated.

The cherub opened the file.

In Two Places at Once: Living with Pemberton-Rivers Syndrome

The pamphlet was long and technical, filled with scientific gibberish about ‘distributed sentience networks’ and ‘quantum transmission neurons.’ PRS, as the pamphlet called it, was one of the rarest disorders on Earth, affecting no more than a dozen people on the planet at any time.

It was thought to be an offshoot of conjoined twin syndrome - but instead of two minds sharing a body, PRS twins were two bodies sharing a mind.

The brains of PRS twins were identical, sharing one set of memories and experiences. Information was distributed between them instantaneously, and no method of blocking the transmission had ever been discovered - and given the fantastic nature of PRS twins, they had been extensively studied for centuries.

It was an incredibly well documented disorder, given its rarity, but it was Amberfield Professors Pemberton and Rivers that created the definitive treatise on the subject in 1949, for which they received the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

The Pemberton-Rivers Foundation was run out of The Institute, where research continued to this day. Findings from this research had broad and deep applications in neuroscience, biochemistry and even quantum teleportation. The research had also greatly advanced RegROWTH in the 60s - PRS twins metabolized serum catalyst many times faster than other people, allowing the RegROWTH team to create experimental test cultures that could be rapidly changed and reverted.

An endowment by the Foundation offered free full-ride tuition to any PRS twins that chose to attend Amberfield.

“I gave myself a scholarship,” Jesse mused. “Very sensible of me,” the other Jesse finished.

“Everything ok Jesses?” Whitney stuck her head out of the bedroom door. “You finished with your project?”

“Oh yeah,” he double-said, “I’m finished.”

—

Jesse and Whitney got showered and dressed - the hot water running out halfway through Jesse’s second shower - then went out for brunch. People kept glancing as he passed, then looking away. “Great, I’ve made myself a sideshow freak,” he double-mumbled.

Whitney stopped and took two of his hands. “Sweeties, what’s wrong? Feeling self-conscious? What can I do to help?”

He smiled in stereo at her kindness. Jesse made an effort to speak from one mouth; he needed to practice. “Yeah, it’s bad today, but I’ll get by. Let’s get that brunch - I’m eating for two now.”

Things felt better after he got some food in his stomachs. Whitney was totally unphased by this insane development; Jesse carefully pressed her with questions and realized that he’d always been this way in her memory.

“You read about sleeping with PRS twins on Literotica, but I never thought it would actually happen. And then suddenly I had two copies of the best boyfriend in the world.” She kissed him on each left cheek.

By the afternoon, Jesse was feeling more comfortable in his new bodies. He figured they knew what they were doing, even if he didn’t. He was speaking from one mouth at a time, moving around the apartment independently. Looking out from two pairs of eyes started feeling natural. Jesse and Whitney went to the dining hall for dinner, and Jesse also stayed in the apartment and had a sandwich.

After dinner, they returned to the apartment, where Jesse was working on his Spanish homework. He also worked on his hentai as Whitney wrote an essay on dildos. Jesse assumed doing two things at once wouldn’t work, but he did have two brains - it wasn’t hard to multitask.

“When I started this semester, I was worried about ad copy,” a Jesse mused.

“What?”

“Nothing Whitney, just rambling.” The other Jesse squeezed her hand.

He went to pull his hand back, but Whitney held on. He both looked at her, and he instantly recognized the look in her eyes.

“I think we need a little study break…”

Double teaming a beautiful woman by yourself was an amazing experience - Jesse would highly recommend it to anyone who gets the chance. He thrust into her at the same time she sucked his cock - double the sensation, double the nerve endings. Surprisingly, he was able to come separately in each body - Whitney polished him off with her mouth, semen pouring down her eager throat, while he continued to pound her pussy.

All two of them lay in the very cramped bed afterwards, lost in the afterglow.

“I never, ever get tired of that,” Whitney breathed.

“Me either,” he said in stereo, causing her to giggle. She kissed him both.

“I hate to fuck and run, but we all need sleep and this bed is way too small. It’s gonna be a huge week - I’m so excited!”

He gave her two confused expressions.

“Friday’s the nineteenth! You can re-up on serum! It's Futanari day!”