Meanwhile, at the hotel: Cass and Jizzi get to work

Right in the core of Amsterdam, between the train station and the red light district, sits a heritage hotel. The building is nearly a hundred years old, but it's been extensively renovated--A very upscale joint, if a little smaller than Americans might be used to. Plenty of class.

But up on the third floor, a deafening barrage of moans, slapping, bedframe-thumping, and SHLUCK-SHLUCK-SHLUCK noises echo down the compact corridors. The door to Room 308 is wide open, and a newly-minted futa is busy draining her totally-internal, ridiculously-overproductive testicles.

"Uuungh... Holy sh-shit," Cassandra gasps, her toned ass flexing and un-flexing as she busts another nut down Jizzi's throat. The redhead is lying facedown, with the recently-feminized and de-aged fuckdoll pinned beneath her thighs. "I... I think I'm finally... Guh... Empty..."

With a sickening SCHLOOOoooOORP, Cass pulls her arm-sized cock out of Jizzi's gullet--Letting loose the few cupfuls of cum that she couldn't swallow.

"...Mmgh... Guh..."After a few coughs, Jizzi wipes her mouth in a futile effort to remove some of the sticky goop from her face. "...F-finally... Mph... Oh m-my God..."

Looming over the living jizz-fountain, Cass opens her mouth to apologize--Then closes it as she realizes that "restraint" isn't part of her job description. "So, uh... Time to get some work done."

"Huh?"

"John wants me to make you into an influencer. If we're gonna make that happen, we've got a lot of work to do." Springing to her feet, Cass pulls her laptop out of her bag and sets it up on the nearest table. "You've got the body, and the voice, and the... Brattiness... But we're starting from square one. Do you even have a Facebook page? Or Instagram?"

"I..." Jizzi pauses to think--And to absent-mindedly lick some of Cassandra's cum off her ridiculously-plump lips. "...I guess Peter did. Never used it much. I think there are a few pics on there from my... My 'Cumguzzler' days, too... But like, as Jizzy? Nah."

"Okay, then I guess we're starting from square zero." Taking a deep breath, Cass goes into "determined honors student" mode, popping a dozen browser tabs and several apps.

Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, Twitch, Snapchat, OnlyFans, OZFans, Patreon, Discord... Photoshop, Canva, Google Docs... Cassandra's head is practically smoking as she rapidly switches gears, expending almost as much energy getting Jizzi's online presence started as she did slam-fucking her throat.

As for the father-turned-thot herself, Jizzi whips out her phone and pretends not to be interested... But she watches out of the corner of her eye, growing more and more impressed at the skill and efficiency of her new "manager."

Within twenty minutes, Cassandra has built a solid foundation for at least six different social media profiles. Fonts are chosen, color schemes are mapped out, logos are built from scratch... Flattering pics and clips are chosen from a Google Drive folder named "John's Favorites..." And all the while, Jizzi is watching with more and more interest.

The old-fashioned "formerly Peter" part of Jizzi's brain can't help but admire Cassandra's media editing skill and keen sense of business. Meanwhile, the new-and-improved "fuckdoll e-girl" part is basking in the attention--Not to mention the way Cass's sticky, glistening, half-hard fuckpillar bobs and throbs every time an explicit pic flashes across the screen.

Once again, Jizzi licks her lips--Only this time, she's not trying to clean anything up.

After a few more minutes Cassandra's cell phone rings, interrupting both their respective trances. Jizzi quickly looks away, pretending that she wasn't imagining herself crawling beneath Cass's workstation--Or even just having a beer with her, talking about the ins-and-outs of advertising, getting to know each other better...

"Hello?" Cass picks up the call--And you're on the other end. "Ah--Hello, sir. Having fun?"

After quickly checking in on their progress, you invite the pair out to dinner. "I saw this nice, romantic place by the canal, so I wanna take April on a date... Its our honeymoon, after all," you tell her. "But we can't just have Mike here third-wheeling, right? Three's a crowd, five's a party, or something like that."

There's a thwack as you punctuate with a slap on your friend's inflated ass, then a giggle from April.

"I'll text you the address. Dress nice--Oh, and get Jizzi dressed, too."

"Got it. Uh..." Glancing over at Jizzi, Cassandra winces. "...Do we have time for a shower? She's a little..."

"Nah, it's fine." The weed's got you hungry, and you aren't planning on spending much time with Jizzi anyway. "Just stuff her cum-glazed ass in something pretty and get over here. Seeya!"