Cum Toilet and Whore Tits (Remake)

Note: All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.

Draco Malfoy looked over his new **** girls and felt a dark, malicious pleasure spreading through his chest. The tiny figure of the former Harry Potter, now fully transformed into a fragile girl with massive tits, was still trembling on the floor. But even this wasn’t enough. His sharp, ruthless mind was already working on the next step. With a slight smirk, he opened the notebook again and quickly but carefully wrote a new line, every word soaked in irreversible magic.

New rule: The Master has full right to change the name of any of his slaves to whatever he wishes. It is recommended to choose the most humiliating and blatantly sexual names possible. The **** instantly forgets their old name, as does everyone around them. In the memory of the world, only the new name will remain, as if the old one had never existed.

Finishing the entry, Draco slammed the notebook shut and looked down at the petite dark-haired girl sitting at his feet.

“Potter, got any suggestions for what name I should give you?” he asked with fake politeness.

A final spark of defiance flashed in the former Chosen One’s eyes. Despite the pain, humiliation, and new body, she was still trying to resist.

“You’re still a real man,” she hissed through her teeth, her voice shaking but full of stubborn pride.

Draco chuckled quietly — a low, velvet laugh dripping with contempt.

“Well, noble effort. Too bad it’s completely fucking useless.”

He leaned back in his chair, savoring the moment, and pronounced the new names with lazy, sadistic solemnity:

“From now on, you’re called Sperm Toilet. Weasley, you’re now Tit Whore. And you, Granger, will be known as Idiot Bitch.”

The words hung in the air like a spell. The diary’s magic instantly sank into the minds of all three and into the fabric of reality itself.

Sperm Toilet jerked sharply, her eyes widening. Her face twisted in horror as her old name — Harry Potter — rapidly dissolved from her memory, as if it had never existed. She opened her mouth to protest.

“You can’t do that!” she cried out, but her voice already sounded different — higher, softer, perfectly matching her new body.

“Of course I can,” Draco smirked, looking down at her with absolute superiority. “Those are the rules. And now this is your only reality, Sperm Toilet.”

The redheaded Tit Whore, still on her knees with Draco’s cock in her mouth, shuddered as the new name slammed into her mind. Idiot Bitch, bound to the chair with a gag made from wand pieces, let out a muffled groan of despair, her eyes filling with fresh tears.

Draco slowly looked over his **** girls, now fully renamed and broken. The petite Sperm Toilet with her huge tits and wet pussy, the redheaded Tit Whore with her full lips wrapped around his cock, and the bound Idiot Bitch with her whipped ass. All three now belonged to him completely — body, name, and soul.

A satisfied smile stayed plastered on Malfoy’s face. Draco Malfoy slowly looked over the three naked **** girls standing and sitting in front of him in humiliating positions, and a cunning, predatory smile spread across his face. Traditional courtship had always seemed like a tiring waste of time to him — too much effort for questionable results. Why bother with flowers and compliments when you could get complete, unconditional ownership without the slightest effort? The idea that came to his mind was truly brilliant in its cruelty. He opened the notebook and started confidently writing new rules, every word forever changing the reality of his slaves.

Old rule: The Master’s cum causes the strongest, literally narcotic addiction in the slaves. After the **** swallows three loads, the addiction becomes irreversible. No matter how much the **** hates their owner, they will be ready to do anything for the next dose.

Old rule: The Master chooses one of the **** girls to become his personal “cum dump.” She is obligated to satisfy all his sexual desires at any time and in any place. People around do not judge the Master for publicly using his “cum dump,” perceiving the **** girl only as a dirty, horny animal that exists solely for the Master’s pleasure.

As soon as the ink dried, Draco slammed the notebook shut and immediately grabbed the petite Sperm Toilet by her long black hair. He yanked her toward him sharply and thrust deep into her throat with one powerful stroke. Her plump lips stretched wide around his huge cock, her eyes instantly filling with tears. Draco didn’t hold back — he fucked her mouth hard and rhythmically, using her like a simple hole for his pleasure.

Sperm Toilet gagged and choked on saliva, but the contract’s magic wouldn’t let her resist. Draco came the first time — a thick, heavy stream of cum shot straight into her stomach. Then, without the slightest pause, he came a second and third time in a row. With each orgasm, the girl’s resistance noticeably weakened. Her eyes grew hazy, and her body started trembling not just from humiliation, but from a growing, treacherous need.

Finally he released her hair. But instead of pulling away, Sperm Toilet greedily latched onto his cock again, desperately sucking and licking up every last drop of cum like it was the most precious thing in the world. Her tongue worked with frantic eagerness, and the first glimmer of future addiction already burned in her eyes.

Satisfied with the result, Draco pushed her away and leaned over the notebook once more.

Old rule: **** girls intended for the role of cum receptacles are expected to dress like cheap whores, wear bright, vulgar makeup, and style their hair in high, childish pigtails.

The magic worked instantly.

Sperm Toilet’s appearance changed. Her black hair automatically gathered into two high, playful pigtails tied with pink ribbons. Bright, slutty makeup appeared on her face: thick black eyeliner, heavy eyeshadow, bright red lipstick, and blush that made her look like a cheap street whore. Clothes materialized right on her body: a tight, semi-transparent top that barely contained her massive G-cup tits. The deep neckline left her nipples poking out through special slits. The bottom consisted of tiny white silk shorts with similar slits in the front and back, giving full access to her new wet pussy and tight asshole. Every step she took now looked obscene and provocative.

Draco leaned back in his chair and let out a satisfied sigh, shifting his gaze to the other two **** girls.

Tit Whore was still on her knees, her red hair messy and saliva dripping down her chin. Idiot Bitch remained tied to the chair in an extremely humiliating position, her ass covered in bloody welts and the gag made from wand pieces still stuffed in her mouth. Both of them stared at him with a mix of horror, disgust, and growing, treacherous desire.

Draco Malfoy leaned back in his chair, enjoying the wet, rhythmic warmth of Sperm Toilet’s mouth as she greedily sucked his huge cock like her life depended on it. Her plump lips, painted bright red, stretched tight around the thick shaft while her two high pigtails bounced with every bob of her head. Draco’s gaze lazily slid over to the redheaded Tit Whore, still kneeling nearby. Her full tits and that submissive, humiliated look on her face sparked a fresh wave of dark inspiration in him. A sly smile touched his lips. He reached for the notebook.

Old rule: The Master can appoint one of the **** girls as his “Milking Maid.” Such a maid’s breasts magically grow significantly larger and constantly produce milk. Milking Maids perform all the Master’s minor errands and hold a position even lower than house-elves. Because of the constant lactation, they are **** to wear special clothing.

Old rule: The Milking Maid’s outfit is in the traditional maid style, but she is strictly forbidden from covering her breasts. Her crotch must always remain fully accessible, though a short lacy apron is allowed.

Old rule: The Milking Maid must have a convenient way to prevent uncontrolled milk leakage. Acceptable methods include buckets attached by piercing under the breasts, nipple plugs, or powerful magical milk pumps running at full strength.

Draco finished writing and slammed the notebook shut, watching Tit Whore with anticipation.

The changes started almost immediately. Her already sizable tits began swelling rapidly, growing heavier and bigger right before his eyes. The full mounds expanded to a hefty F-cup size, the skin stretching tight as her nipples darkened and hardened. Thick white drops of milk immediately started leaking from them. Two small silver buckets appeared under her breasts, securely attached by magical piercings. Milk trickled into them in thin streams, making a quiet, rhythmic clinking sound.

Clothing materialized on her body in the form of a classic maid outfit — a black dress with a white lacy apron, a lacy headpiece, and neat black heels. But it was nothing but a mocking parody of the traditional costume. A huge oval hole gaped in the front of the corset, letting her heavy, milk-filled tits hang out freely, jiggling with every movement. There was no skirt or panties underneath — her smooth thighs and wet pussy stayed completely exposed. The short white apron barely covered the top of her thighs, making the whole look even more obscene.

Tit Whore stood there, swaying slightly. Her face burned with shame, tears glistening in her eyes. The heavy tits pulled her body down, and milk kept dripping nonstop into the buckets, creating a constant, humiliating wetness. She looked extremely uncomfortable in the outfit — shoulders tense, back slightly hunched under the weight of her new breasts — but her body was already obediently accepting the new reality. Her resistance was slowly fading, giving way to the humble acceptance of her new, rock-bottom position.

Draco let out a satisfied sigh, still enjoying the skilled movements of Sperm Toilet’s mouth. Now he had the perfect milking maid ready to handle any little whim, and two other **** girls each with their own special purpose.