Life in stereo was a mixed blessing. Having double bandwidth for schoolwork was an absolute lifesaver. Jesse had all the time he needed for class - indeed, he was taking extra classes in this version of his life. Given his unique condition, the Dean had granted permission for a twenty-six hour class load, and he could book two classes at the same time. If he could keep up the pace Jesse would finish his double major in three years.

But having two bodies meant having double everything. Double meals, double dishes, double clothes, double laundry, double toiletries - Jesse’s Costco card practically smoked from all the bulk products he bought. He was burning through his meal plan and dining out with Whitney was a serious expense.

And then there were the stares. Everyone on campus knew who he was - the hotshot porn student with two bodies. Even when he split up, people recognized him, started talking to their friends about him the second he walked by. Strangers flirted with him on the street, making the same terrible puns and innuendos about twins. Whenever he was together, people would take pictures and ask him to do tricks. There were constant questions about his life and bodily functions.

Fame sucked; Jesse was anxious about life if they made it as big-time porn stars.

It felt like only Whitney accepted him without qualification, and he hated the times they were apart. After two days of Whitney sleeping at her apartment, Jesse begged his dad for some money and bought a queen mattress. It was ridiculously big in his tiny bedroom, but they could all sleep together again.

Then there was the matter of the transformation. Jesse couldn’t dodge it anymore. “You’ve got two bodies, man - you can spare one for the production!” Ethan was adamant about the change now, and neither Benjamin nor Whitney were offering much resistance. “And besides, you’re PRS - they’re gonna flip you back in like 30 days! No charge!”

Jesse couldn’t argue the point - the student advocate had negotiated a very generous settlement with the Transformation Lab. Jesse had access to unlimited treatments this year. One body would be fixed, the unneeded breasts removed - though he was into them at this point.

But the other body… What would it be like to have a futa body? To be identified as futanari in public? He’d been asking tons of questions to every futa student he knew, trying to get a feel for it. He hoped his time as a busty boy would help him prepare.

Jesse was going to be even more famous after this - the hotshot porn student with two different bodies.

Ultimately Ethan was right though. He could spare a body for a month to finish the porn. Things were really shaping up - if they nailed the futanari portion, Jesse and Whitney would have a calling card into the pornographic big leagues. He could give Whitney everything she wanted.

“Step Five: Finish the shoot.”

—

Whitney drove Jesse to the Lab in her shitty Miata. The doctors had warned him against any exertion for a day after a full body transformation. He lay down on the two treatment beds and got strapped down. Whitney took two of his hands and gave him a pair of kisses.

The treatment room was packed with people - besides the doctor and nurse performing the treatment, Professor Caldwell was on hand, along with observers from the Transformation Department and the PRS Foundation.

“Ok, let’s start with the simple change. This should feel very similar to the first time.” The doctor injected the breast removal serum and the crawling ants began. Jesse watched in both first and third person as the transformation played in reverse, his breasts shrinking and separating into abstract lumps of meat, before vanishing entirely. He felt relief, but also a touch of sadness.

Preparation for the next change took several minutes, the doctor and nurse loading a half dozen injection guns.

“Alright misters Fisher, the futanari transformation process is going to be long and distinctly uncomfortable. There will be extensive changes to nearly every part of your body, including significant bone reshaping. We will proceed in three stages - body hair, breasts and genitals, and finally full body conversion. Do you understand?”

Jesse both nodded, and the doctor nodded back. “Ok, then let’s begin. Nurse, stage one.”

The first round of injections were relatively mild. Jesse’s whole body shivered uncontrollably as every hair follicle below his eyes shrank away. His other body was covered with sympathetic goosebumps, and that body suddenly felt unbearably hairy. Then one of his scalps seemed to catch fire. His ginger hair surged out in irregular bursts, growing by more than a foot in 30 seconds. The new bangs covered one set of eyes, which Whitney brushed away.

Jesse was prepared for the second round - it was essentially the same as last time. His penis surged and swole again, growing to appropriately massive futanari proportions, and his breasts exploded out in abstract lumps before settling into a beautiful pair of basketballs, resting low on his chest.

“God, you’re bigger than me,” Whitney whispered, in a tone that indicated they’d be carefully exploring this development very soon.

“Alright misters Fisher, we’re starting stage three.”

The moment the needle drove home, Jesse knew this was going to be bad. The burning spread across every inch of his body, then penetrated down into the bones and muscle. He felt like one giant charlie horse, seemingly every muscle cramping all at once. Then he felt his jawbone snap inside his mouth, and that body passed out.

Jesse felt like he’d had a stroke, half paralyzed, like someone had covered his head with a black bag then hit him with a hammer. He couldn’t think straight - half his mind was just gone. He watched in a stupor as his other body bent and warped like something from a body horror movie.

For a terrible minute, Jesse was sure something had gone wrong, that half his body was dying in front of him. Then all the changes started to unite, coming into focus like staring into a magic eye. His masculine body had been transformed into an outrageous vision of feminine beauty - long legs, wide hips, narrow waist, dainty arms. His butt was large without being outrageous, contrasting with his massive breasts. Freckles appeared lightly all across his flawless skin, with an adorable patch sprinkling his supermodel face.

His gigantic futanari penis swelled lovely between his hips, balls resting against thick thighs.

Then he woke up, and his mind snapped back together at the same moment he was flooded with new sensory input. His futanari body was wildly sensitive - he could feel the air conditioning tickle every inch of skin. His huge nipples hardened and his cock throbbed outrageously.

“Levels are stabilizing, doctor.” The nurse began removing the sensor pads from Jesse’s new skin, each one making him gasp from the sensation.

“Looks like we’re done, miss. Sir?” The doctor paused, looking between the Jesses strapped to the tables. “I’m terribly sorry, I’m not sure what pronouns are appropriate in this situation.”

“Sir,” Jesse said from his male side. “This is a temporary change.”

From his futa side, Jesse looked up at Whitney. She was standing over him, eyes brimming with wonder and lust, mumbling something he couldn’t hear.

“Whitney?” His new voice was soft and breathy. Her eyes snapped to his, full of hunger. “Can you please unstrap me?”

—

Jesse sat in the front seat (and the back seat) as they drove home. They’d forgotten to bring new clothes, so he had poked a new hole in his belt to hold up the now giant-waisted pants - huge futa dick snaking down the left leg - and tied his t-shirt into an ersatz bikini top. Whitney kept turning to look at him, eyes drawn like magnets to his tits and cock. “Eyes on the road, please,” he chided.

“Right! Right!” She turned back to driving, with difficulty. “So, how are you feeling?”

“That… is a complicated question.” Jesse tried to gather his thoughts. “Emotionally, I feel ok. I think my time as a busty boy softened the blow. Physically, it’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Everything feels so different, so amazing - but also discordant.”

From the back, Jesse added, “I’m two genders at the same time right now. Things are out of sync. It feels like I’ve got popcorn hulls stuck in the teeth of my mind, and I can’t suck them out.”

Whitney turned back to look at him. “That’s one hell of a metaphor.” There was the blare of a car horn and Whitney slammed on the brakes.

Jesse reached over from the passenger seat. “Let’s sit in the back and talk.” They got out and changed seats. Jesse drove as Jesse continued. “I can see you’re really excited about this, and I am too.” He ran a hand along his huge futa cock. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun, and we’re gonna finish our porno.”

Jesse put a hand to Whitney’s face, dragged her eyes up to look into them. “But Jessi with an ‘I’ is a limited time event. I can’t live like this forever. I need you to be ok with that, Whitney.”

She put a hand on Jessi’s beautiful face, which made him shiver. “Wherever and whoever you are, I’ll be there - I promise.” Then that expression creeped back into her face. “But what was all that about fun?”

Jesse stepped on the gas.

—

Jesse had thought that having two ten inch dicks was the closest he’d ever get to paradise, but Jessi’s fifteen inch futa cock put the lie to that. Lightning shot up his spine the moment Whitney put her mouth on it. Every touch, every caress, every lick brought sensation like he’d never felt before. With his normal cock sliding in and out of Whitney’s pussy, his brains were nearly overcome with pleasure.

After what seemed like forever, Whitney pulled herself off her new toy, gasping. “I want to see those big DSLs work. I want to see you suck yourself off.” She returned to her fellatio, eyes locked on Jessi.

Jesse and Jessi both shrugged. Truth be told, he’d wanted to try it just as much as Whitney wanted to see it. He stood up, dick sliding out of Whitney, drawing a small moan from her. In two steps, he was in front of himself. Jessi gave himself the sluttiest look he could, for Whitney’s sake, and wrapped his fat lips around his own cock.

Jessi wasn’t too bad at sucking dick, but he was no Whitney. He could only swallow a few inches of his own cock before he started to gag. Jesse pulled back a bit, then Jessi wrapped his hands around the cock in his mouth and got to work. He played it up a little for Whitney, whose fingers were buried deep in her own snatch, but the sensation of sucking dick while simultaneously being blown twice…

Jesse was probably the only person in the history of the world to experience it.

He timed his own blowjob with Whitney's, working fast on his own cock, and had a double orgasm, filling his own mouth and her’s at the same moment. Both bodies buckled at the unearthly sensation, Jesse falling back onto the couch while Jessi leaned back as far as he could from his knees. Whitney pulled back, presenting her mouth full of cum before swallowing, then finished herself off.

“It’s the hottest, dirtiest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. We’re gonna make the Citizen Kane of futa porn.” She stood up and kissed Jessi, tasting the cum on each other’s breath. “I love you Jesses.”

“I love you Whitney,” he said in two voices.