Jesse walked down the quad, breathing slowly, trying to act casual. It was proving difficult - fully ten percent of the student body was showing all of their student body. Another ten percent were just in underwear or lingerie - G-strings and bulging thongs as far as the eye could see.

But putting aside all the naked flesh, Jesse was generally disoriented. This version of Amberfield was much larger than the old one - the quad was fully three times larger, and for every building he recognized, there were two more that hadn’t existed yesterday.

Now Jesse had read a lot of transformation fiction in his life. He understood that running around, shouting about being stuck in a horny fantasy world, was a one way trip to an observation cell. No, he was going to have to act natural, play it cool.

“Ok, step one: find the Health Center.” He asked for directions from a topless girl and headed off. He pulled up his schedule for the day as he walked. His first class was PRN121: Video Pornography Production, 10am Mon/Wed/Fri. That gave him almost two hours to get these vaccinations.

The Institute buildings were on the far end of campus, on their own quad across Mald Street. It was full of shiny modern buildings, all glass and chrome. Jesse walked into the Health Center and queued for his shots. He looked down at his phone, to avoid staring at the amazing ass of the guy in front of him.

“Excuse me, is this the line for vaccination?”

Jesse looked up into the dark eyes of a beautiful Korean girl, dressed in a Taylor Swift t-shirt and workout pants. “Uh… yeah, it is,” he stammered.

“Hey, you’re in Porn 121, right?” He nodded.

“Me too!” She stuck out a hand. “I’m Whitney.”

“Jesse, Jesse Fisher.”

They made small talk as the line inched forward. “Yeah, I transferred this semester. My folks wanted me to be a doctor, but my heart wasn’t in it.” Whitney shook her head. “Being in porn is my dream, so I sat my parents down and told them ‘It’s my life.’ They weren’t super happy, but we compromised - I’m minoring in Sexual Chemistry. How about you?”

“Um, yeah… pretty similar story for me. I’m double majoring in Porn and Hentai.” He felt super weird saying that out loud, but Whitney’s look of delight washed the discomfort away.

“Ooh, I love hentai! Can I see your work?”

Jesse had never met a girl that wanted to see his hentai before! He passed her his phone and she thumbed through the gallery.

“These are so hot. You’re really good at drawing O-faces, and your tits are excellent!”

“Thanks - so are yours.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized it. Jesse froze, awaiting swift retribution.

Whitney only blushed and gave him a shy smile. “Don’t tease! I do what I can with what I’ve got, but I’m definitely going to need a boob job if I want to go for my masters. Like they say, Double Ds get degrees!” They continued to chat as the line moved. Whitney laughed at Jesse’s dumb jokes and he felt like a million bucks.

As they neared the front of the line, a buxom blonde in a lab coat handed them a pamphlet, explaining the STD vaccine cocktail they were about to receive. Jesse was unimpressed with the design - it had clearly been made by some Institute staffer in Word. It was all huge blocks of text and built-in clipart. Then he started to read it.

“They found the HIV vaccine in 1989!?”

“Yeah, thank god.” Whitney was thumbing through her copy idly. “My grandma said things were getting bad in the 80s. They had just eradicated syphilis, then wham! - up pops this new disease that’s even worse.”

Jesse pondered this new reality as he and Whitney took their turns. The bored goth girl at the desk presented them with a waiver to sign, acknowledging that the vaccine cocktail could cause dizziness, nausea, and fever. Then there was a second waiver for the birth control - they would be unable to conceive for at least 12 months, possibly as long as 24 months.

The forms signed, they both sat down and got their shots, lab coated hunks and cuties pressing ominous looking guns into each arm. There was a hiss, the clank of impacting metal and a moment of pinching as the needle hit. Then they pointed the guns over a sharps bucket and ejected the spent cartridges. “NEXT!”

Flexing and moving his arms to shake out the pain, Jesse said his goodbyes to Whitney, looking forward to seeing her in class.

“Speaking of class - it’s a workshop day, and I need to take my turn. I had to pass last week because of the shots. Would you mind being my scene partner? I’d really appreciate it…” Whitney gave Jesse a big smile and his knees went weak.

“Of course! That’d be great!” They shook hands and she left to hit the undergrad library, promising to see him at 10. It was only later, wandering the quad, that Jesse wondered what Whitney had meant by ‘scene partner.’

—

The Hornbill Center for Erotic Arts was a sprawling complex of classrooms, labs and studio spaces, anchored by two massive theaters on either end. Jesse found PRN121 in Studio C, and took a seat along with around fifty other students. The concentration of naked people was much higher here - fully half the students were au naturel.

Professor Lovelace entered, clapping her hands for order. “Alright sluts, let’s get this show on the road. First order of business - the TAs will be holding a blowjob workshop next Wednesday at 6pm in the Oral Annex. Given how some of you have been performing, I strongly recommend you all attend. Say what you will about graduate students, they can suck a golf ball through a garden hose.”

“Second, we are now in week three of this class. If you aren’t in a production crew yet, you need to go to the portal today and find one! We don’t do camshows here - you need polished footage for your reel if you expect to fuck on camera professionally.”

Jesse’s head was spinning. He knew intellectually what majoring in Pornographic Acting meant, but the reality of having sex on camera was suddenly daunting. “Step Two: join a production crew,” he mumbled. He logged into the class portal, along with many other students.

“Let’s move on to some actual learning.” Professor Lovelace tapped at her laptop. “Ok - looks like it’s a makeup scene for Brooks, Hayes and Choi. Ms Choi, you’re all caught up on your shots?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Whitney stood up, along with two guys Jesse didn’t recognize. The group moved to the stage; one guy started pulling video equipment from his bag, while the second moved to a desk filled by a large production console. The lights on stage brightened dramatically, and the camera feed appeared on the projector screen above.

Whitney pulled out a pair of clear stripper heels and a silk robe. Kicking off her sneakers, she disrobed - beneath her athleisure, she was wearing a matching set of high end lingerie - white stockings, garter, crotchless panties and quarter cup bra. She put on the heels and wrapped herself in the robe.

“Is this a solo scene, Ms Choi?”

“No Ma’am - Jesse Fisher is my co-star.” She pointed at him. Fifty pairs of eyes turned to Jesse, pinning him to his seat. “We’re going to do the ‘Pizza Delivery Man’ scene.”

“Put down TikTok and get up here Fisher!” Professor Lovelace snapped twice in annoyance.

Jamming his phone in his pocket, Jesse hustled to the stage. A TA rolled up a false door, while a second emerged from the prop closet with a pizza box and a Domino’s hat. Jesse was moved behind the door, where the hat and box were handed off.

“Alright Brooks, you’re the director, you have the board. Whenever you’re ready.”

The guy called Brooks fiddled with the console, then spoke into the microphone. “Ok, Whitney, Jesse - you ready?” Whitney adjusted her tits then gave a thumbs up. Jesse nodded dumbly. “Ben, camera ready?” From the side of the stage, Ben nodded.

“Action!”

Jesse stood stock still behind the door, trying to focus. “I can do this, I can do this…” he repeated. There was a doorbell noise, and the sound of clicking heels. The door opened, and Whitney was staring at him with the most intense bedroom eyes he’d ever seen. She leaned against the doorframe, hips swayed and right hand holding the top of the lintel, showing off her long legs beneath the robe.

He took a deep breath. Showtime. “Are you Ms. Lust? I’ve got one jumbo, extra sausage.”

“For me?” Whitney took the box, cocked an eyebrow at him. “I left my money in my purse. You’d better come inside.” She walked to the middle of the stage, ass swaying as she clicked along on her 5” heels. Jesse followed a few steps behind.

She dropped the box on the nearest desk and mimed opening a purse. “Uh oh, it looks like I don’t have any cash on me. Perhaps there’s some other way I can pay?” She bit her lip.

Jesse swallowed hard. “I can think of something…” He swallowed hard again and unzipped his fly. Whitney licked her lips and walked slowly to him.

She reached into his pants, grabbed his cock and started stroking. “Oooh… Jumbo sausage indeed…” She removed her robe, squatted down and started to undo his belt.

“Cut.” The Professor moved to center stage. Whitney stood up, all the lust in her eyes replaced by nervousness. “That was pretty solid for a first try. Whitney, you’ve got the fuck eyes down, and I liked your hand on the lintel. You need to simplify your language though. We don’t say ‘perhaps’ or ‘indeed’ in porn. Also, stick your ass out when you put down the pizza. Never miss an opportunity to be sexier.”

“Jesse, a little stiff at the start. Take a moment to jump around, limber up before you begin. You also need to decide whether you’re shocked at the proposition or expecting it. Make a choice and stick to it. Maybe do a deeper voice?” She clapped her hands. “BACK TO ONE!”

DING-DONG! “Are you Ms Lust?” “Maybe there’s some other way I can pay?” “I can think of something.” “Oooh… you do have a jumbo sausage for me.”

Whitney removed her robe, squatted down and started to undo his belt. She fished his hard cock out and started stroking it, pure lust in her eyes. Staring up at him worshipfully, she ran her tongue from the base to the tip, then wrapped her lips around the head.

“Cut. Whitney, you need to pull his pants all the way down so we can see his ass and balls. And Jesse - please do some manscaping before you return to this class. This isn’t the 1970s.”

CLAP! “BACK TO ONE!” DING-DONG! “Ms Lust?” “I can think of something…” “Jumbo sausage…”

Whitney removed her robe, squatted down and started to undo his belt. She fished his hard cock out and started stroking it, pure lust in her eyes. She pulled down his pants and underwear, desperate for the prize inside. Staring up at him worshipfully, she ran her tongue from the base to the tip, then wrapped her lips around the head. She began to pump and suck, moaning with lust as she worked his shaft.

Jesse groaned, grabbed Whitney’s hair and started to facefuck her. Her left hand went to her pussy, two fingers buried deep inside. They writhed and bucked as one. Jesse leaned against the door frame - which rolled back for a moment before a TA braced it.

“Oh fuck, oh yeah, just like that…” he babbled. He felt the orgasm rising and pulled her off his cock. She stroked him fast with her free hand. “Yeah baby, give it to me…” With a final groan, he exploded, jets of cum spraying all over Whitney’s face while she furiously rubbed her clit.

“And scene!” The audience applauded politely, snapping Jesse back to reality. Whitney jumped up, beaming, and bowed to the crowd. She grabbed Jesse’s hand and held it up in triumph, then pointed to the cameraman and director.

“Well done! That was hot as fuck. Very impressive oral skills Ms Choi - you, at least, have been studying. Mr Fisher, I liked the improvisation with the doorframe. So often the stud just stands there and gets blown. You really sold being overcome with lust.”

“Ethan, Benjamin, solid production all around. I thought the lighting was too high, but you clearly had a plan - the camera shot from behind the door was masterful, it would have been totally washed out otherwise.”

The production crew quickly cleared the stage while Jesse and Whitney cleaned and redressed, then all four returned to their seats. “Ok folks, that’s gonna be a hard one to top. Martinez, West, Davis and Johnson - you’re up!”

—

“Goddamn dude, that was impressive.” Benjamin replayed the money shot on his phone for the group while they ate lunch in the Student Union. “You blew a massive load on her face.”

Whitney grabbed Jesse’s hand, and his heart sped up. “That was amazing! You totally locked into the scene! You’re a natural!”

Ethan Brooks, the director, stood up and gave Jesse a firm slap on the back, then looked at the other two. “Listen Jesse, if you’re not already on a crew, we’d love to have you.”

He paused for a moment. “Not gonna lie, we’re behind right now - we couldn’t find our spark. But you’ve clearly got a passion for this. I think we could make something stupid horny together.”

Jesse nodded, still holding Whitney’s hand. “Let’s do it.”

—

The morning high faded once Jesse was in the Hentai Lab. He was lost in thought, only half paying attention to his drawings. That woman from last night was…. what? A witch? A genie? Some kind of magical trickster anyway, and she’d snared him in some weird sexy spell. Now he was trapped in a crazy porno-world.

Why? Why him? Had she destroyed his laptop to lure him in, or was he just the first sucker through the door? Was this a blessing or a curse? Is this world real? What about all the other people - had they been dragged here too? Are they real?

That thought stopped Jesse dead. He saw Whitney, with her sweet smile and infectious enthusiasm. He saw Whitney, in her white lingerie with his dick in her mouth.

“Please God, let her be real,” he whispered to no one in particular. He took out his phone and started texting.

::Hey Whitney, what’re you up to?::

::Orgasmic chemistry lab. How about you?::

::Hentai studio. You want to grab a coffee when you’re done?::
::Sure! Hot and Wet @ 5?::
::I’ll be there!::

“Step Three: Figure out what the hell is going on.”