“Ok, the tits do complicate things.” Ethan stared critically at Jesse and Whitney, the pair standing naked in Ethan’s apartment. Benjamin was scurrying around the room, tweaking lights and taking notes.

“Be nice Ethan.” Whitney gave him a sour look and squeezed Jesse’s hand.

“No, he’s right, it’s a mess. I’m coming around on them, but my perky C-cups throw a monkey wrench in our “simple boy-girl” project pitch.” Jesse gave Whitney a warm smile. “But thank you for standing up for me.” They kissed.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “That wasn’t acting… are you two dating?” They exchanged a glance then both nodded. Ethan put a hand to his chin. “Alright… alright… we can work with that. People like tender intimate scenes, but they always look terrible when they’re faked. If you don’t mind filming it, that’s free real estate.”

“Guys, we need to get started. Gotta get something in the can this morning.” Benjamin was sitting with his laptop on the couch. “How about we do some oral B-roll while we brainstorm?” Whitney got on her knees and started stroking while Benjamin set up the camera.

For the next hour they shot alternating fellatio and cunnilingus, discussing next steps between takes. “Can we just make it a busty boy-girl porno? Boytits are in right now.” Whitney grabbed a fistful of Jesse’s hair and pushed his face into her snatch. “We just shoot an opening exposition - ‘oh hey, you got boytits, that’s super hot’ - something like that. Then we fuck!”

Ethan was unconvinced. “It’s kinda rote.”

“What’s more rote than straight boy-girl? It’s the most basic kind of sex there… uhh… ohh..” Whitney lost her train of thought as pleasure surged from Jesse’s tongue.

“Yeah, but we weren’t going for a story! That one was a pure technical exercise - masterclass on-screen fucking. If anyone can do it, it’s you two. But if there’s a plot, then that whole idea falls apart. Then we need a real hook…”

Ethan’s eyes went wide with realization. “Holy shit. We do a futanari transformation porn…”

Jesse’s head jerked up. “EXCUSE ME!?” Whitney pushed hard on his head, desperate for him to get her off. He put a finger in the air to hold the thought and returned his tongue to Whitney’s pussy. The fireworks began a few seconds later, the girl writhing and moaning, and Jesse got to a sitting position. “What the fuck do you mean futa transformation?”

“Dude, you’re already halfway there! Ben, do you still have that footage from the workshop?” He did, and cast it to the living room TV.

“We edit this footage for a before, put in a voiceover or something, shoot boytit stuff for a week or two, then we’re just a serum cocktail away from full futa for the big finale! It’ll fucking rock - I’m already storyboarding in my head!”

Jesse wanted to stand up and argue, but Whitney pushed him onto his butt so she could get his money shot. He talked from the floor as she sucked and Benjamin filmed.

“First of all, I’m trying to be less of a girl, not more. Any more serum will push back my reversal window even further. Second, that really feels like appropriation - there’s like a hundred full-time futa girls on campus, and I’m not going to disrespect them with gender tourism. I’m in classes with them - I might have to work with them someday. Real bad start to a professional relationship.”

Jesse paused, a shiver running up his spine as Whitney did her magic. He grabbed her hair and gently thrust. Ethan took the pause to cut in.

“It’s only like an extra four or six weeks! You’ll be back to Big Man on Campus by spring break. And everyone plays around with gender stuff in college - it’s no different than drinking too much before you’re twenty one. Besides, it won’t be appropriation. If you respect the role, it’ll be a representation. It’s no different than Cate Blanchett growing a dick for the Bob Dylan movie.”

“We can do a lot with cross shots once you’re all the way transformed.” Benjamin pondered from behind the camera as Whitney took a huge load in the face. “Lots of rhyming shots of you and Whitney, her giving you the pleasure you gave her the scene before.” He looked Jesse in the eyes once he could focus again. “It’s a good idea man. If we pull it off, it’ll be a calling card to every porn studio in Hollywood. It’ll be our Dark Star or Amputee.”

“Ok, but who the fuck is gonna pay for it!?” Jesse was starting to feel trapped. The tits were nice, he had to admit - but going full futanari was something completely different. “That’s gotta be like twenty or thirty grand of serum! We only get the free treatments because of the Westfall Foundation endowment!”

Whitney put a hand on Jesse’s thigh, wiping the last of his cum off with a rag. “But the Transformation Lab owes you a giant favor after that screw up. If you sue them, it’ll cost them five times as much. I bet Professor Caldwell would do a backflip if all you asked for was a short trip to Futatown.”

He angrily removed her hand and stood up. “This is all so fucking easy when you’re not the one getting transformed!” Jesse stormed out of the apartment, not bothering to dress. He got two blocks before Whitney came sprinting up behind him, tears in her eyes.

“Oh Jesse, I’m so sorry!” She squeezed him hard, pressing into his chest and whimpering. “I would never ever ever make you do something you don’t want to do! I got caught up, I wasn’t thinking, I should have thought of your needs first…” She babbled, begging forgiveness, and his heart quickly softened. He kissed her hard and they melted into each other.

“It’s ok, Whitney. I believe you. It’s just… a really daunting idea. I’m only halfway sold on these tits - going full futa feels crazy from here. Ethan really fucking needed to talk to me privately before pitching his great vision.”

“He’s ambitious, Jesse. It’s one of the reasons I teamed up with him and Benjamin. I need ambition like that if I’m going to be the next Angela White.” She looked Jesse hard in the eyes. “But it’s not worth it if you’re not with me when I do it.”

Jesse closed his eyes, sighed deeply. Godamnit, he was already buckling. He found it very hard to say no to Whitney when she was being so sweet - and he wanted to reach the top as much as she did. But even so…

“I’m not saying yes… but I’m not saying no. I gotta think about it, and we definitely need to run this past the student advocate and the Transformation Lab. No point in getting worked up if they shut it down.”

“True.” She gave another deep squeeze before letting go. “We’ll focus on getting the best busty boy-girl stuff we can and see how you feel in two weeks. I won’t weigh in, and what you decide I’ll support 100%.”

“Now let’s head back to your place. I have some more apologizing to do… starting with that dildo in your bedside table…”