The last leg of the journey, and the beginning of Jizzi's new career

Travelling alone is quite different than travelling with a family of five. Mostly, it's a better experience: fucking your wife on the plane, watching your newly-adopted son blowing your assistant, humiliating your freshly-minted daughter... But there are logistical issues, too.

Leaning against the wall in the Arrivals wing of Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, you wait for Mike and Jizzi to finish up in the bathroom. Gone are your days of rushing off to catch a cab, jumping straight from the plane into adventure: now everyone has to empty their bladders, powder their noses, and rinse off a thick layer of cum.

Weary from the trip, April squeezes your hand and leans her head against your shoulder. She's not exactly the right height to make that comfortable--In her heeled sandals, she's a couple inches taller than you--But it's a symbolic thing. You're not complaining: her massive tits are pressed against you, barely-contained by her tiny top, her underboob nearly swallowing up your arm.

Smiling to yourself, you slip a hand down her back, then under her skirt. She's wearing a thong beneath, so you have free reign to squeeze her exaggerated bubble butt. Tube top, skirt, and thong... The classic April outfit, only a little classier than usual--And made extra-breezy for the warm Amsterdam summer.

Meanwhile, Cassidy adjusts her much-longer skirt, moving it into a place where it sort of covers her monster-cock. There's a slit up the side, however, so one wrong movement (or a little bit of hardening) would certainly let it spring back out.

You have your harem-manager dressed in a business-casual style, her knee-length black skirt paired with a white button-up shirt. Cassidy's now busty enough to make that obscene, though, since only a few of the buttons can actually be done up before her formal wear gives way to a huge amount of cleavage. Her ruby-red hair is done up in a neat bun--April's handiwork, from just before you got off the plane.

"Hey Cass... Wanted to talk to you about something."

"Hm?" Looking up from her salami-stuffed skirt, Cassidy takes an awkward step towards you. "What's up?"

"I know you've got your hands full with this harem manager stuff... But I have another job for you. Good news, though: this one's more in line with your previous experience."

Reaching into your pocket, you pull up a note on your phone and text it to her. "I'm sending you the login info for some accounts--Instagram, TikTok--Ah, almost forgot the OnlyFans password--Here you go."

"Um, who--"

"Mike's already got an account, and so does April--Even if she doesn't post nearly enough pics for my liking," you continue, kissing your wife on the cheek as she giggles. "But Jizzi's never really had a social media presence, even back when she was Peter. Time for that to change."

Cassandra looks down at her phone. "...'Jizzi-Bel.' Ah, so, um..." Cassandra swipes through the accounts, finding them mostly blank. "...You want me to set these up? Get them ready for Jizzi?"

"More than that, Cass. I want you to make her a celebrity--No, an influencer--Ah shit, not even that. I want you to make her an e-girl. Or e-thot, or whatever. Take good pics, make sure she posts enough--And the right type of stuff--Y'know... Manage her for me."

Cass is silent for a moment, chewing her lip. Glancing down, you see that her cock is twitching at the mere thought of the kind of posts Jizzi will be making. Inch by inch it pushes her skirt aside, just in time to avoid staining the fabric with the droplet of pre-cum that's beginning to ooze out.

"...Yeah... I mean, yes sir. I can do that."

"Good." Leaning forward, you wrap a hand around her waist and plant a kiss on her lips--You don't feel romantic towards Cassandra, but it's fun to take that liberty and see her blush. Given her Amazonian body, it's easy to forget that among your family, she has the least experience as a D-cup-plus toy.

As you pull away, you look past Cassandra's shoulder to see a slightly-frowning face. Michael is coming out of the bathroom, with Jizzi close behind. As the lowest rungs of your harem ladder, their outfits are more sparse: sandals, matching micro-bikinis, and the collars that you received as a wedding gift from Mr. Greene: "Buttslut" for fat-bottomed Mike, and "Cumguzzler" for thick-lipped Jizzi.

Speaking of Jizzi, she's wiping her mouth as she emerges from the ladies' room: while the rest of her body has been thoroughly washed, her lips and chin show traces of fresh semen.

Huh. How did Mike convince her to blow him? Maybe because he still identifies as male, this universe's rules let him use her, even though they're both D-cup-plus? Or maybe--Wait.

That's when you notice the expression on Jizzi's face: a sly smirk, directed at the back of Michael's head. Maybe SHE initiated it? What the hell went on in there?

But you'll have time to investigate that later: for now, everyone seems ready to get the hell out of the airport and on the way to your hotel. The excitement is palpable: April clings to your arm, Jizzi bounces up and down on her toes (a pleasing sight, given her skimpy outfit), and Cassandra wraps a protective arm around Michael.

Side-by-side, you emerge from the sliding doors... And into the warm, clear air of the Netherlands.

The honking of shuttles, Ubers, and cabs diminishes the effect somewhat, but all that will soon be behind you: in less than half an hour, you'll be in downtown Amsterdam.