Are we there yet?

You feel bad about it, but your first order for Cassandra is an exceptionally cruel one:

"Hold off on using them until we're at the airport."

You have your reasons... For one thing, you'd like to watch her break in Mike and Jizzi, which would be awkward in the cramped conditions of a baggage-filled car. Dangerous, too: a flailing leg or stray jizz-blast could strike your lovely driver, causing this honeymoon (and the car) to take a very rough turn.

But Cassandra is clearly having some trouble with the order: she's obeying you, of course, but "stray jizz" is certainly still a concern.

"...Ungh... Freaking--Not again--Hnnngh!" There's an audible SPLUUURT as Cassandra fires off another thick wad of jizz onto the floor of the car. Thank God it's a rental. "...Oh my... Hmgh... Oh my God... Having a dick is hard," she pants, squeezing the last of the impossibly-thick cum out of her rod like it's a foot-long toothpaste tube.

"Ew--It's in my sandals," Jizzi gasps, shifting away from Cassandra. The fit futa is sitting in the middle of the back seat, and as one "sibling" tries to shimmy away from her, the other is staying as close as possible.

"Relax Da--Um, Sis," Mike says, glaring at his former father. "This is all new to her--You remember how jarring it was when we got all bimbo'd up?" He runs a hand down Cassandra's toned arm, giving her a sympathetic smile. "This must be a lot, huh?"

"Y-yeah... Thanks, Mike." As his breasts brush against her bicep, Cassandra's cock lurches. She lets out a whimper, then a splort of pre-cum. "...Oooh, fuck..."

"Mike, you dumb fucking slut," Jizzi snaps. "Stop rubbing your tits on her! You're making it worse!"

"Language, dear," April calls over her shoulder, giving you a little eye-roll.

"Everyone relax," you chuckle. "Cass, when we get to the airport, we'll find a nice bench or something and Cass can go to town on these two brats. Then we'll do a little shopping--Get you out of that hospital gown, and into something fit for a harem-manager."

"Aw, that's... Ungh... Mmm, that sounds nice," Cassandra grunts, taking a deep breath as her new dick fires off another splurt. "Th-thank you, John."

The mention of shopping perks Jizzi right up: "Oooh, can I get a new outfit too?"

"Sure, we all will. We're not headed to the tropics or anything, but Amsterdam's hot this time of year--Plus the hotel's got a great pool."

"Hope it's got a great filter," Mike says with a smirk, giving Cassandra's cock a little poke--And setting off an absolutely ridiculous cumshot that plasters the back of April's seat with thick, gooey jizz.

"UUUUuuungh! M-Mike, I... Ooh, fuuuck... Hngh..."

"--MICHAEL, you fucking--"

"--LANGUAGE, you kids, I swear to God--"

"Relax," you say again, a huge grin on your face as you watch the harem in the backseat squabble, jiggle, and swat at each other's scantily-clad (and now somewhat-sticky) bodies. "We're here!"