Epilogue I

Two weeks had passed since Ginny’s triumphant victory on Bimbo or Billionaire. The money—one billion galleons—had indeed been deposited into her Gringotts account, but Ginny herself hadn’t even bothered to check her balance. She had simply dropped the heavy sack of gold coins in the middle of the Burrow’s living room, where it landed with a dull thud on the wooden floor, and without a word, she Apparated away.

Harry and Hermione, who had just entered the room, froze on the spot, staring at the pile of galleons and the empty space where their friend had just stood. The confusion on their faces turned to concern—Ginny hadn’t even glanced in their direction.

Without wasting time, Harry and Hermione took matters into their own hands. They contacted Goyle, conducted tense negotiations, and ultimately bought Molly’s freedom from the studio. The sum was enormous—several million galleons—but significantly less than the billion now sitting in the sack in the middle of the living room.

Molly returned to the Burrow a few days later—still a bright-pink bimbo with a dumb giggle, a massive body, plump lips, and a constant, insatiable desire to be used. She barely recognized her children and husband, but her face lit up with a joyful smile when she saw the familiar walls. At least on the surface, she seemed happy to be home.

Meanwhile, Ginny was already living her new life. That very day, she appeared at the Holyhead Harpies’ office as if nothing had changed—except for her appearance and goals. She walked into the manager’s office in her new, extremely revealing cheerleader outfit, which barely covered her massive tits and huge round ass, leaving little to the imagination. Drool glistened on her plump lips, and her hypnotic eyes with pink hearts immediately drew attention.

— O-ooh… like… I wanna work… ooh… as a cheerleader! she declared, drool dripping onto the manager’s desk. — Oh my God… I’ll be… fuck… the best… as if… I have a choice… Hee-hee-hee!

The manager, who had personally watched the Bimbo or Billionaire finale, wasn’t even surprised. He simply nodded, took the resignation letter Ginny handed him from her position as a Chaser, and without hesitation, signed her on as the team’s head cheerleader. No one objected—not the coaching staff, not the players. Everyone understood that the old Ginny Weasley, the talented Chaser, was never coming back. Standing before them was a different woman—a lustful, always wet, always ready bimbo.

Over the next few days, Ginny completely formed a new cheerleading squad. She personally held auditions, selecting six girls—all young, athletic, with excellent figures and equally lustful gazes. Ginny personally designed their performances, and her approach was radically different. No classic acrobatics, no traditional team support. Everything was built around overt, provocative sexuality designed to capture the stands’ attention.

At the very first match after her appointment, the cheerleaders took the field—and the crowd fell silent for a moment in shock. The girls were dressed in ultra-short skirts that, with every jump, fully exposed their asses and wet thongs barely covering their dripping pussies. Their tops were so small they barely covered their nipples, and with every movement, they exposed them completely.

Ginny, as the head cheerleader, jumped at the front, vigorously shaking her huge, round, hyper-inflated ass.

— Like… look at me… ooh… everyone look! she screamed, drool flying with every jump. — My thick bimbo ass… oh my God… is so good… as if… you don’t wanna fuck it… Hee-hee-hee!

She spread her short, thick legs, showing the entire audience her gushing, juice-glistened pussy. Drool dripped from her plump lips as she spun, squatted, and arched, showcasing just how much her body had changed. Every movement was designed for maximum arousal of the crowd, and judging by the audience’s reaction, the calculation was correct.

The performances were a hit. The spectators no longer watched the game—their attention was completely absorbed by the cheerleaders. Especially Ginny. Her short, curvy body, the constant drool on her plump lips, her hypnotic eyes with pink hearts, and her unhidden, almost animalistic pleasure from thousands of eyes staring at her worked better than any spell. Many men in the stands openly jerked off under their jackets, unable to tear their eyes away from her jiggling. Women whispered, blushed, and some even covered their children’s eyes—though the kids showed no intention of looking away. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric—and it was all thanks to one short, big-assed cheerleader.

Within the Holyhead Harpies themselves, the attitude toward the new Ginny was mixed, if not outright negative. Most of the players and coaching staff looked at her with pity and discomfort. They remembered the old Ginny—a strong, fast, proud Chaser, a talented leader on the field. Now, standing before them was a short, hyper-sexualized little woman who, after every match, offered herself to anyone who paid her attention. Many tried to keep their distance, feeling awkwardness and even mild disgust. Some averted their eyes when she passed by, others whispered behind her back, but no one dared to openly express their disapproval—after all, she was the head cheerleader, and her popularity with the audience was undeniable.

But, as always, there were those who didn’t mind taking advantage of the situation. Rose, the team’s second Chaser, who had always envied Ginny and hated her for her talent, popularity, and attention, had finally gained complete power over her former rival. After every match, she would lead Ginny to an empty locker room, roughly pressing her against the wall or making her kneel on the cold tiles.

— O-ooh… like… I love it… ooh… when I’m used… she giggled, not pausing her tongue’s work as she licked Rose out. — Oh my God… your pussy… mmm… tastes so good… as if… I wasn’t made for this… Hee-hee-hee!

Ginny obediently, eagerly spread her short, thick legs, drooling in anticipation. Sometimes Rose made her get on all fours, gripping her thick thighs while she fucked her with a strapon, or she’d call other players to take turns using the former team star.

— Yeah… fuck… fuck me… ooh… harder! she moaned, rolling her eyes back as drool dripped onto the floor. — Like… I want… everyone to see… oh my God… how I’m getting fucked… as if… it’s not fucking amazing… Aaaahhh…

She accepted it all with joyful giggles, her hypnotic eyes with pink hearts shining even brighter with every humiliation. Every gaze, every crude word, every use made her cum harder, and drool flowed like a river down her chin. Her Public Humiliation fetish was in full force—the more people watched, the harder she was humiliated, the better it felt. She lived for these moments, for the sensation of thousands of eyes on her, for the feeling of total submission and public degradation.

She had almost completely forgotten her original goal—to save her mother. The money sat in her Gringotts account, Molly had formally been saved and returned home, but Ginny was already living her new life. Now, she was a lustful, always wet, always ready cheerleader slut—and she loved this role far more than her previous one. She eagerly awaited every new match, every performance, every moment when thousands of eyes would devour her changed body.

— O-ooh… like… I can’t wait… ooh… for the next match… she whispered to herself, wiggling her ass in front of the locker room mirror. — Oh my God… everyone will watch… my thick ass… mmm… and wet pussy… as if… it’s not the best… thing in life… Hee-hee-hee!\

***

The guest locker room at Holyhead Harpies Stadium was thick with the heavy scent of sweat, skin, magical oil, and arousal. The match had just ended in a crushing defeat—340:90 in favor of the home team. The players of the losing team, the Puddlemere United Cannons, sat half-naked on wooden benches, still breathing heavily after the intense game, their bodies glistening with sweat. The air was filled with the disappointment of loss, but it quickly gave way to another feeling—anticipation. The players exchanged glances, their eyes repeatedly flicking toward the door, as if expecting something.

Then, with a soft creak, the door swung open. Ginny Weasley entered the room, and the atmosphere in the locker room instantly shifted. She wore her signature cheerleader outfit, which she now wore almost constantly, like a second skin. A tiny dark-green crop top with gold lettering reading "Team Cumslut" barely covered the nipples of her massive, swollen tits, leaving most of her soft, heavy flesh exposed for everyone to see. The skirt was so short that with every step, it fully revealed her huge, round, firm ass, barely held in place by thin pink thongs that were already soaked with her own juices. White knee-high socks clung to her thick thighs, emphasizing their fullness, and on her feet were bright pink sneakers on thick platforms, adding a few extra centimeters to her height. Her fiery red hair was tied into two high ponytails with gold ribbons that bounced with every movement. Her plump, perpetually parted lips glistened with drool that had already begun to drip down her chin, and her hypnotic eyes sparkled with bright pink hearts.

She closed the door behind her with a quiet click and stood in the middle of the room, grinning widely, her hypnotic eyes with pink hearts gleaming joyfully. The Puddlemere Cannons players froze, their gazes locked onto her figure, their cocks already beginning to rise in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Ginny slowly, with a grace uncharacteristic of her new body, sank to her knees right in the center of the locker room. Her short, thick legs spread wide, her huge, firm ass nearly touching the cold tiled floor, and her short skirt rode up, fully exposing her wet, glistening thong and her dripping, juicy pussy. Drool immediately began to flow generously from her chin onto her massive tits, forming sticky trails.

She surveyed the room, savoring the attention, and finally settled her gaze on two of the nearest players—a tall Chaser and the Keeper of the Cannons. Their cocks were already fully erect, anticipating what was about to happen. Ginny giggled, drool dripping, and her voice echoed in the silence of the locker room:

— O-ooh… like… who wants… ooh… a consolation blowjob… oh my God… from the hottest cheerleader… as if… you don’t want it… Hee-hee-hee!

Without waiting for an answer, her plump, wet lips wrapped around the Chaser’s thick cock, while her hand immediately gripped the Keeper’s. Ginny began to suck enthusiastically, loudly smacking and drooling, which dripped down the shaft and onto the floor. Her head moved back and forth, her plump lips sliding along the cock, her tongue eagerly working, licking the head and veins. At the same time, she energetically jerked off the second cock, occasionally leaning down to quickly lick it as well, without pausing the motion of her lips.

— Mmmmf… ooh… so tasty… she moaned blissfully, not removing the cock from her mouth, and drool flowed down her chin in thick strands, dripping onto her massive tits. — Like… your cocks… mmm… are so big… oh my God…

The other four players of the team sat around on the benches, their hands already working, stroking their own cocks, their eyes glued to the scene. Ginny felt all their gazes on her, each filled with lust. Every glance, every heavy breath, every quiet moan made her body tremble with pleasure. Her Public Humiliation fetish was at its peak—the more eyes were on her, the more turned on she became, the more intensely she gushed between her legs. Drool dripped from her lips, mixing with the juices that were already trickling down her thighs.

She pulled the cock out of her mouth with a loud, wet pop, breathing heavily, and looked up at the Chaser with wet, shining eyes, in which pink hearts sparkled. Drool stretched in strands from her lips to the cock, then dripped onto the floor.

— O-ooh… like… I’m so glad… ooh… you lost today… she squeaked in her crude, drooly Valley Girl voice, and drool gushed over her lips. — Now… oh my God… I can comfort… your big… tired cocks… My… ooh… wet bimbo pussy… and thick ass… as if… are always ready… to help the losers… Hee-hee-hee!

She greedily took the Chaser’s cock back into her mouth, swallowing it deeply, all the way to her throat, making him groan with pleasure. Her plump lips tightly gripped the shaft, drool flowing generously over his balls and dripping onto the floor. At the same time, she sped up her jerking of the Keeper’s cock, occasionally leaning down to quickly lick his head with her tongue, releasing even more drool.

— Mmmf… yeah… ooh… suck me… she mumbled between gulps, and drool dripped down her chin. — Like… I love… when I’m… oh my God… used… *Hee-hee…

One of the players couldn’t hold back and stepped closer, his cock already fully erect. Ginny immediately turned her head and took his cock into her mouth, continuing to jerk off the other two with her hands. She sucked them in turn, loudly slurping, drooling, and giggling between gulps, her short body swaying in rhythm with her movements, and her huge ass jiggling, making the players even more aroused. Her thong was completely soaked and had shifted to the side, exposing her glistening, dripping pussy, from which emanated a sweet scent of arousal.

— Mmmf… yeah… ooh… fuck my mouth… she mumbled as the cock slipped out of her mouth, and drool stretched in strands. — Use me… like… as a cheap… consolation slut… oh my God… I love… when losing teams… ooh… cum on my face… and tits… as if… it’s not amazing… Hee-hee-hee!

The players could no longer hold back. One by one, they came closer, forming a tight circle around Ginny. She found herself in the center, on her knees, with her legs spread wide, her dripping pussy fully exposed for everyone to see. Cocks surrounded her face from all sides, and her hands didn’t stop for a second, jerking off those that didn’t fit in her mouth. Ginny greedily sucked two or three cocks at once, turning her head, licking, swallowing, drooling thickly, which flowed down her face and tits. Her short body trembled with arousal, and her huge ass jiggled with every movement, making the players groan with anticipation.

One of the players, unable to resist, roughly grabbed her by the ponytails and thrust deep into her throat, making Ginny cough. But she didn’t resist—instead, she moaned softly with pleasure, her eyes rolling back, and the pink hearts in them flared even brighter. Drool and tears flowed down her face, mixing with the cum that had already begun to drip onto her tits, but she looked absolutely happy, her plump lips tightly gripping the cock, and her tongue continuing to work.

— O-ooh… like… deeper… ooh… please… she rasped when the cock briefly left her mouth, and drool gushed onto the floor. — Oh my God… I love… when I’m… mmm… throat-fucked… as if… it’s not the best… *Hee-hee…

After a few minutes, the first player groaned loudly and came straight into her mouth. Ginny greedily swallowed every drop, her throat working to take in each one, and immediately turned to the next cock. Her face was already covered in cum, her drool mixed with it and dripped onto her massive tits, forming sticky, glossy trails.

She felt at home. This was exactly what she now wanted most in the world. Public use, the attention of dozens of eyes, cum, humiliation—it all made her body tremble with powerful, insatiable orgasms. Her pussy pulsed, and drool flowed like a river down her chin, dripping onto her tits and the floor.

She barely remembered her old life—the life of a Chaser, a daughter, a friend. Only occasionally, in rare moments of calm, did a thought of her mother, Harry, or Hermione flicker through her mind, but these memories quickly drowned in the new, sweet, pink haze of pleasure that now filled her mind.

— O-ooh… like… this… ooh… feels so good… she moaned, continuing to suck and jerk, her voice completely crude and drooly. — Oh my God… I… fuck… was made for this… as if… I’d ever want to go back… Hee-hee-hee!

Ginny continued to suck, jerk, and moan, completely devoted to her new purpose—to be a consolation prize for the losers and an extra reward for the winners. Her body trembled with every touch, every glance, every encounter with the realities of her new life. And she was happy.