Draco wants girls (Remake)

The real problem for Draco was that Harry Potter was still a man. And that didn’t fit his plans at all. Malfoy wrinkled his nose in disgust, staring at the naked, kneeling Chosen One. But his twisted mind quickly found a solution. With a predatory smile, he opened the notebook again and carefully wrote a new line, every word infused with ancient, dark magic.

Old rule: All slaves are placed under a powerful magical curse that allows their Master to physically change their bodies however he wishes, within reasonable limits.

Harry, still on his knees, felt something stir inside him. Fear flashed in his bright green eyes.

“Come on, Malfoy… don’t do this,” he whispered in a trembling voice, raw panic clear in his tone.

Draco raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

“Silence!”

Harry shut up instantly, as if an invisible hand had clamped around his throat. His eyes widened in horror, but not a single sound escaped his lips. In the next second, the Chosen One’s body started convulsing on the cold café floor. Waves of unbearable pain rolled through him, making his muscles spasm violently.

His height began to shrink rapidly. His strong, battle-hardened body compressed, losing inch after inch until Harry was a miniature figure barely five feet tall. His muscular shoulders and arms thinned out into delicate, fragile limbs. His body weight dropped below ninety pounds, making him light and almost weightless.

But the changes didn’t stop there.

Breasts started growing from Harry’s chest — first small mounds that quickly swelled into cartoonishly huge G-cup tits. Heavy and round, they pulled his body forward with their mass. His ass also expanded, turning into firm, plump cheeks, perfectly round and fuckable. His black hair grew down to the middle of his back, gaining a soft, silky shine. Makeup appeared on his face by itself: lined eyes, blush on the cheeks, and glossy, plump lips.

And then came the deepest, most humiliating change.

His cock, already shrunk to two inches, started retracting into his body. The skin wrinkled, organs rearranged with agonizing pain, until a new, wet, sensitive pussy formed in their place. The body shuddered one last time and went still.

Harry — now she — collapsed onto the floor, breathing hard through her nose. The transformation was incredibly painful, but the curse wouldn’t let her make a sound.

Draco looked at the result with deep satisfaction. In front of him lay a tiny, insanely hot girl with massive tits, a thick juicy ass, long black hair, and delicate features still showing pure terror. There was no trace left of the old Harry Potter — only a fragile, sexy fuckdoll.

“Sit, bitch,” Draco ordered with a pleased, predatory grin.

The new girl reluctantly but obediently got up and sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself. Her huge tits jiggled with the movement, and she felt a strange wet emptiness between her legs. She stared at Draco with wide eyes full of helpless fury and deep humiliation.

Now Malfoy had three perfect **** girls: the redheaded Ginny, still on her knees with his cock in her mouth, the bound and whipped Hermione, and the freshly created petite dark-haired beauty who used to be Harry Potter.

Draco leaned back in his chair, slowly looking over his new property. Endless possibilities waited ahead, and each one promised even more pleasure. The notebook lay beside him, ready to make any of his darkest fantasies real.