Security theater

Ticket counter... Bag check... Security... The slow, nitty-gritty parts of travelling aren't much more fun in this world than they were in your old one.

There are a few perks, of course, like rubbing April's bimbo booty as you stand in line, or watching Mike and Jizzi squabble as Cassandra tries to pull them apart. Honestly, she's not doing a very good job in her new role as harem mistress. She's too busy trying not to cum on anything important, or let her brand-new erection thwap into any stanchions: she's already knocked over a few.

Noticing her distress, you place a hand on your new assistant's shoulder. "Don't worry, Cass: They can run wild for now. I know it's hard to keep them managed when I'm not allowing you to dick them down."

"I... Yeah... It's just so hard," she mumbles, biting her lip as a wad of pre-cum drips from her arm-sized cock. "We're, um, at the airport, so... When can I..."

"Just wait until we're in the lounge. Couple more minutes, that's all. You can make it that long, right?"

"Right... Yeah..." She takes a deep breath, trying not to look at Mike's wobbling ass or Jizzi's inviting lips. "...Mhm..."

April giggles a little, leaning against you. "John Doe, when did you get so mean?"

"Don't worry, babe," you whisper back. "This is only gonna make it more fun for her when she finally gets to use 'our kids' like a couple of discount fleshlights."

"Uh, sir?" At that moment, your hushed dialogue is interrupted by a TSA agent. Grunting with effort, he lifts a half-gallon bottle of lube out of Michael's luggage. "You know you can't take this on the plane, right?"

"Ohmigod--You're such an idiot," Jizzi giggles, moving to swat Michael on the shoulder--

--But Cassandra catches her wrist. "You should be thanking your 'brother' for bringing enough to share," she says, giving Jizzi a disarming smile as she holds her arm tight. "And you shouldn't be so happy that it's getting confiscated, hmm?"

Jizzi's smile disappears as she feels something bump against her bare thigh. Looking down, her expression grows even more concerned: Cassandra's new cock is rock-hard, visibly pulsing with every heartbeat as the Amazonian redhead restrains her bimbofied prey.

"...Um..."

"The words you're looking for are 'yes, Miss Cassandra. I'll be nice to my brother.' Can you say that for me, Jizzi? Or am I gonna have to be extra rough with you later?"

"...Y-yes, Cass... Miss Cassandra... I'll be nice..."

"Good girl." With that Cassandra lets go of her arm, turns away, and effortlessly lifts both your and April's suitcases onto the conveyor belt--Taking care not to bash them against her obtrusive erection, of course.

Sharing a smile with April, you step forward. Once you're through security, all hell's going to break loose. You're looking forward to it--But not half as much as Cassandra...

...Or half as much as Michael, given the way he keeps looking at Cass's crotch.