Graphic Design Is My Passion

Chapter 1: The Loaner

The worst thing to go into a computer is water.

The worst thing to come out of a computer is smoke.

Jesse Fisher swore as he bumped the glass, then swore again as the sparks and smoke shot up from the keyboard of his laptop. The lights went out, breaker tripped, and he swore a third time as he smashed his toe against the desk in the dark.

He took a moment to calm himself before proceeding, breathing deep. Then he turned on his phone light and assessed the damage. The laptop was completely screwed - the screen had cracked and several of the keys were blackened. He unplugged it then moved to the kitchen to reset the breaker. The appliances all beeped, demanding their clocks be reset.

"Great, wonderful, perfect," Jesse muttered to himself. "It's 8:30, my computer is ruined, the flyer project is due in the morning..." He checked his phone. "...and the cloud upload is twenty hours old."

"So I'm utterly fucked. Got it." He grabbed a Red Bull from the fridge - it was going to be a long night.

He took a picture of the damage and emailed his professor. Jesse wasn't hopeful - Doctor McKnight was a hardass, but maybe she would take pity this time.

"Yeah, and maybe I'll get a cute girlfriend tomorrow. If I'm praying for miracles, I should aim big."

Time to look for realistic solutions. If Jesse could somehow recover his files from the hard drive, he could pull an all-nighter in the design lab. He brought Google Maps and searched for "computer repair." The odds of a place being open this late were microscopic but maybe...

The first entry that came up was "Dotty's All-Night Computer Repair," and it was only a few blocks away! "That

can't

be right. There's a vape store at that..." He shook his head - no, he could remember it clearly now, a small storefront in the strip mall. He packed up the sad remains of his laptop and got moving.

--

"Were you using this laptop in the shower?" Dotty gave him a friendly smirk, but Jesse wasn't really listening. This woman prodding at his ruined computer was the most attractive person he'd ever seen in his life. Tall, leggy, outrageously curvy, olive skin, long black hair tied up in a bun, she had apparently been sewn into her skin tight polo shirt and khakis. Her red-rimmed glasses made her smoky eyes pop, and perfectly matched her ruby lips.

Jesse leaned against the counter, trying to hide his throbbing erection. "No ma'am, I just spilled my water," he stammered.

She put a hand on his arm, and he shivered with pleasure. "That was a joke, Mr Fisher. Don't worry, I'll set you up."

"You can fix it!?" Jesse was shocked out of his reverie for a moment, but Dotty shook her head. "No, this computer is bound for the Fields of Elysium. But I can loan you something of mine for a while. What are you studying?"

"Advertising, Ma'am. I'm trying to get into art direction - I know it's a meme, but graphic design is my passion."

"I like a man with passion." Dotty stared into Jesse's eyes for a moment, and he felt weirdly nervous - judged. Dotty nodded. "Ok, graphic design, We can work with that." She turned to the shelving unit, and pulled a slim red laptop from a charging cradle.

"This one is a little test bed of mine - top of the line with some special upgrades of my own. It can do anything you'll need for your projects and then some."

Jesse opened the lid and the screen instantly snapped to life, the keyboard backlit in pink. He poked at the touchpad, started navigating the start menu. "Is this some kind of Linux machine? I don't recognize any of the software here..."

"Something like that." Dotty tapped on the keys, and a logo popped on screen.

GRAND DESIGN v1.0

"This is all you'll need. If you can imagine it, Grand Design can help you create it."

Dotty spent a minute walking Jesse through the basics. He was impressed - it really was a complete design suite, and the polish could give Adobe a run for their money. He opened up a new file and started poking around. Before long, a little cartoon cherub appeared on screen.

::Looks like you're starting a brochure! Let's make it the best it can be!::

"What's this? Some kind of clippy thing? How do I disable it?" Jesse started opening menus, looking for the settings.

"No, not an assistant. Something of the opposite, in fact. Grand Design is not just a tool, it's a trainer. Our little friend here won't settle for sloppy work. It will challenge you, push your skills to their limits, stoke the fires of your passions."

"That's cool I suppose - I could probably use a kick in the ass. Is it some kind of AI thing?"

Dotty's expression was cryptic. "Some kind of intelligence, certainly. It's built into the core of the program - it can't be disabled."

"Well, as long as I can get my project done tonight..." Jesse looked forlornly at his ruined laptop. "Any chance you can recover my hard drive? I'm screwed if I can't get my most recent files."

"No, I'm afraid your computer is beyond help." Dotty looked up into Jesse's eyes, and he felt nailed to the spot,

pressed

. She was looking

into

him, not

at

him. "But I promise, you'll complete everything you desire, provided you trust in your passions and your skills. Strive, Mr Fisher. Strive."

Jesse took a long time to answer. He felt like he was coming out of a thick fog. "...What do I owe you?"

"Nothing yet. We'll settle accounts once you're done."

--

::Are you still there?::

Jesse shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. He was at his desk, staring at Grand Design on the loaner laptop. The little cherub was flitting around the screen. "I must be more tired than I thought - I don't remember walking home." He grabbed another Red Bull from the fridge and got to work.

Grand Design was amazingly well built software. It seemed tailor made for his workflow. By eleven, he had recreated his mock brochure for Amberfield University. It was perfectly acceptable, professional looking. It would offend no one.

"God, this is dull," Jesse said to the room. But done was done. He went to save and close it.

::I'm sorry, but this is insufficiently creative! I can't save it like this!::

The little cherub wagged a finger in reproach. Two buttons appeared on screen - 'Retry' and 'Offer Suggestion.'

"What!? Insufficiently creative? What does that even mean? How do I cater to the taste of an AI?" Jesse hit Retry, and jazzed it up a little - chose more dynamic fonts, did some work adding a sense of depth to the text, picked stock photos with more action. It

was

better, he had to admit. He hit save again.

::I'm sorry, but this is insufficiently creative! I can't save it like this!::

"

Oh come on!

" Jesse went at it again - he moved the pictures around, tightened up the copy, really amped up the saturation on the colors. Again, he had to admit it was better - this brochure popped, this was portfolio material.

::Ooh, so close! Let's try something different to shake loose that creativity!::

The cursor switched to an hourglass and Jesse crushed his Red Bull can. "

YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

The program froze, hourglass spinning. Jesse tried several different key combinations to close Grand Design, but nothing worked. He angrily pressed down on the power button for a hard reboot - again, nothing. Then the cursor returned and the cherub started to move.

::It looks like you enjoy making sexy transformation hentai! Why don't we use that as inspiration?::

The chair clattered to the floor as Jesse jumped back from the desk. He stared in shock as his comics flashed onto the screen. How did it know? That account was totally separate from his school account! He hadn't logged into that account on this computer at all!

::It looks like your primary theme is "Horny co-eds." We'll start there! I'll give you a prompt.::

The brochure he'd been working on all night disappeared, replaced with a blank page. The page title was "Amberfield School of the Pornographic Arts."

Jesse spent most of an hour trying to recover his brochure, trying every trick he knew to restart Grand Design or just reboot the computer - but the damn cherub thing just sat there in its animation loop, waiting.

Finally he admitted defeat and started furiously typing.

"Amberfield is the world's premiere center of learning for the sexual arts and sciences. Our faculty and student body are dedicated to the advancement of pornography, stripping, and other forms of sex work throughout the world."

::Great start!:: The cherub gave him a tiny thumbs up. ::Now expand and elaborate! How about some bullet points of notable departments and faculty?::

"

Just give me back my brochure!"

he screamed, which prompted loud pounding from the floor above. The damn cherub just looped at Jesse, taunting. "...Fine. Whatever. Give you some bullet points, you fat angel bastard..."

The Hawthorne School of Pornography

, with bachelor, master and PhD programs in:

- Pornographic Acting

- Pornographic Direction

- Erotic Literature

- Hentai and Erotic Illustration

- Adult Game Design

The Wexler School of the Stripping Arts

, with bachelor and master programs in:

- Stripping

- Pole Dancing

- Strip Club Management

- Strip Club Lighting and Music

The Finch School of Prostitution

, with bachelor programs and industry certification in:

- Prostitution

- Pre-Prostitution Law

- Brothel Management

The Langston-Penrose Institute of Sexual Sciences

, with bachelor, master and PhD programs in:

- Sexual Chemistry

- Sexual Medicine

- Sexual Mathematics

- Sexual Physics

- Gender Engineering

Institute staff includes five Nobel Laureates and two Fields Medalists.

The Institute holds over 8,500 patents on sexual technologies and medicines.

::Hey, that's great! Creative

and

sexy! Let's see how it looks in your brochure template.::

A few seconds of processing and his brochure reappeared - with all his 'creative and sexy' additions pasted in. It was wildly incongruous contrasted against the professional layout.

::Almost done! Now just add something about yourself!::

"I am gonna chuck this fucking laptop out the window." He quickly added a picture of himself, with the caption 'Jesse Fisher, Double Major - Pornographic Acting and Hentai.'

::That's the spirit! Follow your passions! Uploading now.::

A progress bar appeared and rapidly filled, a wall of instructions whizzing by on a command prompt.

"WaitWhatNo!" Jesse pounded on the keys to stop it, to no effect.

::Job uploaded! Thank you for using Grand Design - Goodbye!::

The screen and keyboard went black. Pressing power only brought up the dead battery icon. "

FUUUUUUUCK!"

Jesse balled his fists in frustration - the whole night down the drain playing with this crazy computer! It was almost 2am. Defeated, he got ready for bed.

The morning alarm came far too early. Jesse stumbled out of bed, showered and made some coffee. He stuffed the stupid laptop in his bag, grabbed a breakfast bar, and walked to the bus stop.

Lost in his thoughts of academic doom, it took Jesse almost ten seconds to notice the naked girl that sat down across from him. She was cute, naked, with a sandy blonde pixie cut, naked, idly tapping at her phone, naked.

Jesse dropped his phone and stared, dumbfounded. He looked frantically around the bus, eyes darting. There were three more naked girls and two naked guys among the passengers - backpacks slung over exposed torsos, looking at their phones or reading books.

The naked girl in front of him helpfully and nakedly handed Jesse his phone, before nakedly returning to her own.

Several more naked people boarded the bus along its stops, mixed among the clothed students. A cute naked guy sat next to Jesse, dick flopping onto the seat as he fished through his bag. Jesse worked up his courage and tapped the naked guy on his naked shoulder.

"Excuse me... why are you naked? Why are all these people naked?" Jesse tried to ask the question calmly, politely, like he was asking for the time.

The guy just shrugged. "It's a nice day." He found the earbuds in his bag and put them in, conversation over.

Before Jesse could formulate a response, his phone buzzed.

::This is the nursing team at the Institute Student Health Center. Our records indicate that you are not up to date on your STD vaccines and birth control. Please report to the Health Center immediately for your boosters. Remember, all students of the Pornography Department are required to be up to date on vaccines and birth control to attend class.::

Then the bus turned the corner to enter campus, and he saw the welcome sign.

Amberfield School of the Pornographic Arts

Established 1896

Virtus Etiam in Libidine

"Oh fuck me," he murmurred to the universe at large.

Chapter 2 - Hot Doctors and Regular Doctors

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.