Round One. Part 2

Minerva, now tiny and with a massive puff of hair, struggled to hold on to what little composure she had left. She tilted her head back and spoke, trying to sound as confident as possible despite the constant giggling:

“Hee-hee… Box 22, please.”

Chrissy swayed her hips as she walked over to the box and opened it. The Cash symbol lit up on the big monitor.

“Fifty thousand Galleons!” Jack announced loudly. “Excellent move, Mini! You now have 65,000 Galleons. Not bad for a start!”

The hall murmured approvingly. Someone even started chanting “Money for Hogwarts!”

Jack turned to the cameras with a wide grin:

“And now pay attention, Professor. If you pull another Cash case right now, the first round will officially end. You’ll only have six bimbo transformations this round — that’s already a serious result. What do you think, is Merlin on your side today?”

McGonagall closed her eyes for a second. Her thoughts raced frantically.

“Merlin, please…” she prayed silently. “Help me. Just one Cash. For the school. For everything I’ve done for this world. Don’t let them turn me into a laughingstock…”

She opened her eyes and said firmly (as much as her new voice allowed):

“Box 11.”

Chrissy opened box №11. The hall fell silent for a moment.

Then the bright pink bimbo symbol flashed.

The audience exploded with delighted shouts and laughter.

“Oh, looks like Merlin decided to watch the show today!” Jack exclaimed with fake sympathy. “Bimbo case! And the category… Breasts!”

Minerva felt her insides go cold. Her small, modest breasts, which had always been hidden under her strict robes, were now about to become the center of attention. She stood motionless, tiny, with her huge puffball hairstyle, feeling a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her.

Jack waved his hand theatrically, and five voting options appeared on the screen:

Breast Transformation Options:

1. Man Made — Breasts become large, round, and obviously fake-looking. High and perky, perfect porn-star shape.

2. Heavy Hang — Very large and heavy natural breasts that noticeably jiggle with every movement and require support.

3. Perky Pixie — Medium size but extremely firm and perky, practically defying gravity.

4. Milky Way — Breasts grow significantly and start producing milk (with a light sweet smell).

5. Bouncy Beach — Massive, hypersensitive breasts that bounce and jiggle intensely with the slightest movement, delivering constant distracting pleasure.

The voting board filled up quickly. The hall roared with excitement.

“And with a big lead, the winner is… Heavy Hang!” Jack announced amid thunderous applause and whistles. “The audience wants our professor to feel the real weight of responsibility!”

The Collar of Fate flashed brighter than before. Minerva gasped as intense heat focused on her chest. Her small, modest breasts began to swell rapidly, growing heavier and fuller. The skin stretched, the weight increasing every second. Her breasts drooped lower, becoming big, soft, and heavy — true “Heavy Hang.” The robe, already too big for her tiny body, stretched tight across her chest and began to part, barely containing the new assets.

When the transformation finished, McGonagall stood there breathing heavily. Her enormous, heavy breasts noticeably pulled the robe downward and jiggled with every breath. Combined with her miniature 145 cm height and fluffy puffball hair, she looked even more cartoonish.

“Oh, Merlin… hee-hee… this… this is unbearable,” she whispered, blushing all the way to the roots of her curls. The heavy breasts tugged her forward, forcing her to slouch slightly.

Jack burst out laughing openly, looking down at her.

“Haha-ha! Well damn, Professor! You’ve got yourself quite the library now! These beauties clearly need good support. I wonder how many volumes fit in that cleavage? You look like a very scholarly wet nurse!”

The hall exploded with laughter. Minerva stood there bright red, with her heavy hanging tits, fluffy puffball hair, and constant giggling, feeling utterly humiliated.

Jack wiped a tear of laughter and continued:

“Alright, Professor, good news — you only have one case left in the first round. If you’re lucky — Cash and the round ends. If not… well, you already know how it goes. Your choice!”

McGonagall took a deep breath (causing her heavy breasts to sway heavily and triggering another burst of laughter from the audience), tilted her head back, and said through giggles:

“Hee-hee… Box 6.”

Chrissy opened the box. The pink bimbo symbol flashed on the monitor for the sixth time this round.

The audience roared in ecstasy.

“Sixth bimbo case!” Jack announced triumphantly. “The first round ends on a high note! Category — Face!”

Minerva closed her eyes. Her tiny body trembled with tension and shame.

Jack waved his hand, and five options appeared on the big screen:

Face Transformation Options:

1. Bright Eyes — Bright neon makeup around the eyes that changes color depending on the environment and glows strongly. Eyes look huge and doll-like.

2. Pouty Perfection — Lips become much fuller and are constantly formed into a seductive, pouty “duck face.”

3. Doll Face — Face gains doll-like features: huge eyes, delicate small features, smooth porcelain skin, and a permanent light blush.

4. Cocktail Makeup — Constant bright, vulgar party-girl makeup — thick lashes, glittery eyeshadow, bright red lips.

5. Wide Eyed Wonder — Eyes become permanently wide open, giving the face an expression of eternal surprise and naivety

The voting board quickly filled with pink hearts and numbers. The hall roared with pleasure.

“And the clear winner is… Doll Face!” Jack announced loudly amid enthusiastic cheers and whistles. “The audience wants to see their former strict professor as a real porcelain doll!”

The Collar of Fate flashed with blinding silver light. Minerva felt heat spreading across her entire face. Her skin smoothed out, becoming perfectly flawless and porcelain-like. Her facial features refined and shrank: her cheekbones softened, her nose became daintier, and her eyes noticeably enlarged, taking on an innocent, wide-open expression. Her lips parted slightly into a natural, slightly surprised “o”. A permanent soft blush appeared on her cheeks.

When the transformation ended, Minerva McGonagall looked like a living doll. Tiny height (145 cm), huge fluffy puffball hairstyle with pink bows, heavy massive breasts that heavily pulled her robe downward, and now this perfect doll-like face with a permanent expression of naive surprise. The constant giggling only completed the picture.

She looked both ridiculous and obscene at the same time. The hall simply exploded with laughter and applause.

Minerva stood there, breathing heavily. Her heavy breasts jiggled with every breath. She felt completely broken.

“Hee-hee… Merlin, have mercy…” she whispered in a trembling voice. “I look… like a stupid doll…”

Jack stepped closer, leaned down, and with a wide smirk looked her over from head to toe.

“Well then, Professor… The first round is complete! Let’s sum it up. In this round you opened six bimbo cases and only… five Cash cases. Your current winnings total 65,000 Galleons!”

A disappointed but still amused murmur rolled through the hall.

“Of course, that’s still far from the amount needed to repair Hogwarts,” Jack continued, “but we’ve only just started! Our little Mini still has a lot of rounds ahead.”

He turned to the cameras and raised his hands:

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re taking a short break! Our technicians will adjust the Collar of Fate, Chrissy will help the professor… freshen up, and you can grab drinks and place bets on how much our dear professor will change in the next round!”

The studio lights dimmed slightly. The audience began noisily getting up. Minerva stood behind the podium — tiny, with heavy breasts, fluffy puffball hair, and a doll-like face — quietly giggling while tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks.

Jack leaned toward her and added quietly, but loud enough for the nearby microphones:

“Rest up, Professor. You tried really hard. But the audience is just getting warmed up.”