Draco calls his slaves together and decides to continue down the alley.

Draco Malfoy was feeling on top of the world as he decided to gather up his slaves, ending the charm on Whore Tits, laughing as she suddenly came to groping her own fat udders so hard that the milk was sloshing around their half full buckets, her face immediately blushing in a deep red complimenting her gorgeous fiery hair. She stood near her Master and felt cowed by his presence, though in a far more abstract way than just a minute prior, but she knew that if she was going to work with Cum Toilet (these names felt so wrong to her but she couldn’t mentally summon any others no matter how she tried) to fight against Draco than they would need to be infinitely more subtle about it. For now, she should try to pretend to fit into her role, although as the memories of the altered world reconciled themselves in her mind she realized she was in far more trouble than she ever could have imagined.

Idiot Bitch ran over the moment she was called, angry that she was being **** to leave her underwear with the two smirking boys, even angrier that the one she had been closer to had given her ass a good hard slap as she turned to leave, but the deepest anger was at herself, for not finding a way out of this situation, for the way she quickly and happily said “Thank you Daddy, enjoy your prize” and gave him the sexiest look she could manage, licking the fingers that had just been buried deep in her pussy before she ran back to her Master, for the fact that she was so fucking humiliated by every moment of this and it was starting to really get to her, she was expecting the embarrassment now, almost craving it. She ran back to Draco who raised an eyebrow seeing her bottomless wearing only her tattered shirt. “I had to give those guys my thong so they would let me rub my needy cunt, I’m sorry I’m such a slut Sir.” She tried to quietly excuse herself in a way to avoid Draco’s ire but somehow she ended up projecting the words as loud as she could, cringing as she saw several heads turn at her sudden loud words and the whole group that the two boys had been with broke out into peals of uncontrollable laughter. Draco just sneered at her, although there was a sparkle in his eyes as he raised his wand and cast a quick spell. Idiot Bitch was bathed in a soft white light that disappeared and left her wearing a microskirt that seemed closer to a belt in length, as It did absolutely nothing to hide her sensitive womanhood or her full round ass. Her top had been repaired but also changed, it looked like she was wearing the uniform of a first year, but heavily altered to fit her massive assets. She swallowed her pride and thanked Draco in the most enthusiastic manner she was able to muster, surprised by a measure of authenticity infiltrating her voice, on some level she knew she this was how she was meant to be treated. Draco put his wand away and turned to get his final girl up off of her knees.

Cum Toilet stood up, head still spinning from her recent hit of her Master’s cum. Her emotions were swirling and coalescing, separating and combining in a torrent that had her feeling like the ground before her was about to give way. She stumbled from the anticipation of it and found herself grabbing onto Draco to catch herself, almost entirely slamming into him, wrapping her arms around his muscular shoulders. She pressed into him, surprised that even his smell was starting to make her unable to think straight. So lost in thought was she that she ended up rubbing her ample bosom against his chest, mind blanked by the sensations of touching him and she realized that she needed him to fuck her again immediately. She looked into his eyes, feeling a deep longing that she had never even imagined possible and leaned in to kiss him, wanting to start their lives together right away. Her advances were stopped by a swift strong slap across her face. “What the fuck are you doing you stupid cunt? Did you just try to fucking kiss me? Why would I ever kiss you? You dumb fucking bitch, you are just a series of holes for me to fuck, stupid fucking animal.” Draco turned away disgusted, trying to subtly see if anyone had seen that horrific display. Cum Toilet’s heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces, but the shock of the slap brought her a step closer back to reality, she knew she had to work with Whore Tits to fix this somehow. They had had a really solid plan, it involved a unique spellbook or some kind of powerful artefact Draco was using to break everything, but she had watched the intelligence drain from Whore Tit’s eyes and doubted Draco would be willing to restore her to full capabilities once he ended whatever spell he had cast, but her own feelings and emotions had already blinded her to her own authentic hate for him, and she was worried about that becoming blurred in her head again, already chiding herself for trying to be affectionate with him in public when she knew she was just there to be his obedient cum dump. She just wanted everything to go back to normal, but she was so adled by such intense mental strain that she was genuinely worried about forgetting what “normal” was.

Draco couldn’t be happier with the new normal that he had created, with his three bitches in tow he continued down the alley thinking back on what he now started to remember as the history of the world. He was still mentally adjusting but was really hoping he would forget how things used to be. In his world being sorted into a house that wasn’t Slytherin was basically a life sentence of servitude, as the boys and girls chosen to be slaves are almost always from one of the other three, although a few particularly shameful members of his house had been chosen for punishment. He tried to remember how this had all happened but his memories of writing in the notebook was projected alongside what he now remembered as a lecture from his Wizarding History class. Salazar Slytherin had agreed to create Hogwarts with three of his dearest comrades, but when he had learned that they wanted to teach all students equally regardless of family status, he knew something had to be done. He was unspeakably powerful and because of the trust the original founders shared no one expected any foul play when Rowena started dressing in as less and less clothing and talking in an affected manner that made her seem like she had the strongest confounding curse placed on her. They could hear her engaging in almost obnoxiously loud self pleasure as soon as she was alone for even a minute, so loud that she undoubtedly wanted to be heard by anyone and everyone nearby, although she was clearly entirely humiliated by what she was doing her behavior only got worse and worse until one day she declared that she was too stupid to be in charge of anyone and was moving into the dungeons to be closer to Salazar’s cock, by this time she was openly declaring her obedience to the cunning wizard and insisted that she only be called Whore Ravencunt. Helga went to talk to Salazar to see if they could work together to cure whatever was going on with their friend, but she made the mistake of going alone, and so left his room several hours later with her tits having grown to almost absurd proportions, each larger than a watermelon looking obscene on her moderate frame. She had a pair of magical pumps attached to her elongated nipples that continuously suckled at her ever-lactating teats driving her mad with an unending low level lust that intruded on her every private moment and thought. She had gone straight from the dungeons to the kitchens, there had not been many House Elves introduced at that time, she had been bringing them into the castle herself to give them a place to serve without fear but she serviced each and every one, begging the awkward subservient creatures to **** her body and cover her in cum before she started making food and cleaning the castle as she now felt compelled to engage in as much manual labor as she could, intensely attracted to the idea of being of lower status than the House Elves she had brought. A few days went by and she started also professing her love and obsession for Salazar, asking him constantly how best to serve, enjoying every moment of his attention even when it was directed at being as cruel to her as possible, like when he told her that she didn’t deserve a respectable name anymore and that she was now Hugetits Guzzlecock, a name that she accepted entirely and instantly, never hearing the name “Helga” for the rest of her days. Godric had realized there was something afoot when two of his closest friends become incorrigible dick obsessed sluts, one even suddenly growing a rack that would make a giantess jealous, and started pledging their lives to his third friend, but he thought that there must have been some kind of accident that Salazar had just poorly managed, he thought he knew his best friend well enough to know that there would be no nefarious intent, but what he had no idea of was that Hugetits new nominatively determined breasts were the result of a body modification curse that Salazar had been working on, one that he was finally ready to test the limits of. No one knows exactly what happened when they talked, some say Salazar attacked before Godric knew what was going on, some say there was an intense duel before Godric finally surrendered, either way the man that had existed before that day was no more and the body changing curse was perfected. The woman that walked out of Salazar’s personal dungeon had the beauty of a Veela and the brains of a troll, she was gregarious and chipper but couldn’t remember anything beyond her sudden and overwhelming desire to have all of her holes filled as full and as often as possible. She would only respond to the name StupidBitch Dickslut and was often heard begging any male in the vicinity to fuck her or **** her in some way, but she was absolutely incessant with Salazar, becoming the first of many many cum addicts to grace his hallowed halls and also becoming the third part of what would be considered the highest class three **** dynamic that the upper echelons of wizarding society still followed to this day.

Draco shook himself out of his historical daydream, he had been drifting off and didn’t even notice Cum Toilet holding onto him, pressing her chest into him again trying to get him to touch her. He ran his hand along the large smooth curves of her ass and she melted into him **** for more attention, but was left disappointed as someone calling out Draco’s name steals his attention away from her.