Personal Assistant

The hall fell silent again in tense anticipation, then exploded with a loud, satisfied roar. On the huge screen, the fourth option lit up bright pink.

Personal Assistant.

Molly felt something inside her snap. Her plump thighs trembled slightly, her massive tits jiggled under the transparent top that barely contained her heavy swollen breasts.

“Oh…” she squeaked thinly in her cartoonish voice, pressing her hands to her almost naked tits.

Jack grinned wide, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Personal Assistant! Excellent choice, dear viewers! Molly is now going to become the perfect personal assistant… and we already know exactly for whom.”

The Fate Collar flashed bright pink. A hot, thick wave of magic slammed straight into Molly’s head, wrapping her mind in a soft, sweet, but relentless fog. She moaned quietly, swaying on her tall clear stripper heels. Her bright pink curls swung heavily, caressing the bare skin of her back and the upper part of her big round ass. The fog sank deeper. Memories of the war, of Voldemort, of the Malfoys began to melt like sugar in hot tea. The hatred that had lived in her heart for years toward Lucius Malfoy, his family, and their pureblood arrogance slowly but surely dissolved. In its place came a warm, almost tender desire to help. A desire to be useful. A desire to please. Molly grabbed her head, her fingers tangling in the voluminous pink curls. She breathed heavily in short squeaky gasps. Her hypersensitive body reacted instantly: her nipples grew even harder, and it became hot and very wet between her plump thighs. The thong was completely soaked.

“I… I need… to help…” she whispered thinly.

New thoughts began flashing in her head. Lucius Malfoy. Handsome, powerful, in need of support after the war. His company was recovering, and he needed a loyal, devoted, very… attentive assistant. Someone who would carry out all his orders. Someone who would always be by his side. Someone who would gladly help him… with everything. The old hatred disappeared completely. In its place appeared a strange, warm respect and a desire to serve. Molly blinked, her eyes slightly glazing over before clearing again. She straightened up, pushing out her massive tits, and a soft, slightly ditzy smile appeared on her plump lips.

“Mr. Malfoy… he needs a good assistant…” she squeaked sweetly, running her hands over her almost naked body. “I… I can help him. I want to help him. It… feels right.”

Jack watched her with a predatory smile.

“Exactly, Molly. From now on you are the personal assistant to Lucius Malfoy at his recovering company ‘Malfoy Industries.’ You will carry out all his instructions, manage his schedule, help with documents… and of course, provide him with comfort in every sense of the word. How do you like your new prospects?”

Molly swayed her hips slightly. Her huge soft ass jiggled, barely covered by the thin string of her thong.

“I… I like it,” she squeaked, blushing not from shame but from pleasant excitement. “I want to be useful to Mr. Malfoy. He’s been through so much… he needs someone like me.”

Deep inside her, a faint, almost inaudible voice of the old Molly was still screaming in horror, but it was quickly drowning in the new, sweet desire to please and serve.

Jack clapped his hands.

“Second round is over! Great job, Molly!”

He turned to the board.

“On the money side you now have… 12,500 galleons. Not bad! And for this round you got two changes: Clothing Style — Tripping the Flesh Fantastic and Career Change — Personal Assistant to Lucius Malfoy.”

The hall applauded.

At that moment, a message from the Accountant appeared on the big screen above the stage. Jack read it and smiled even wider.

“We have an offer from the Accountant! He’s offering you to take all your current 12,500 galleons and exit the game immediately. The sum is small, but you’ve already changed a lot. What do you say, Molly? Do you want to take the money and go home?”

Jack spoke the last words while deliberately turning toward the dark corner where Arthur Weasley stood. Their eyes met for a second. Arthur looked at his wife with pleading, despair, and pain. His eyes literally screamed: “Please, my love, say yes! Take the money and leave before it gets even worse!” Molly didn’t see any of this. She stood in the center of the stage in her extremely revealing outfit — transparent top, tiny thong, bright pink curls down to her ass, her huge soft body completely on display. Her mind was already partially rewritten. She hesitated, biting her plump lower lip.

The hall fell silent in anticipation. Jack kept smiling, looking back and forth between Molly and Arthur in the shadows, clearly enjoying the drama of the moment. Molly stood there breathing heavily, her massive tits rising and falling, nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. New thoughts about Lucius Malfoy and the desire to be useful pulsed softly in her head, mixing with the remnants of her old love for her family.