Draco calls his slaves together and decides to continue down the alley.

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

Draco Malfoy felt like he was on top of the world. With a slight smirk, he decided to gather his slaves and continue the walk through Diagon Alley. With one flick of his wand, he removed the charm from Tit Whore. The girl suddenly came to her senses, fiercely squeezing her massive, heavy tits. Milk sloshed loudly in the half-full buckets, and her face flushed a deep crimson that perfectly contrasted with her fiery red hair. She obediently stood beside her Master, feeling crushed by his mere presence — not just physically, but on a much deeper, almost instinctive level.

Deep in her mind, a faint spark of hope for resistance still lingered. She understood that if she and Sperm Toilet wanted any chance to fight back against Draco, they had to act extremely carefully and unnoticed. For now, she needed to pretend she was fully embracing her new role. However, as the world’s altered memories merged with her own, Tit Whore realized just how deeply they were all fucked. The situation was far worse than she could have imagined.

Idiot Bitch ran up to him the very second she was called. Rage boiled inside her: fury at having to leave her thong with those two smirking pure-blood guys, even greater fury at the loud slap on her ass she got as a goodbye, and the hottest one — at herself. She hated how quickly and happily she had moaned “Thank you, Daddy, enjoy your prize,” giving the guy the sluttiest look she could muster and licking the fingers that had just been buried deep in her cunt. She hated how every second of this nightmare humiliated her — and how that humiliation was starting to feel almost desirable.

The girl returned to Draco, who raised an eyebrow at seeing her practically naked from the waist down — wearing only the torn shirt.

“I had to give those guys my panties so they’d let me rub my needy pussy… Sorry for being such a whore, sir,” she tried to explain quietly, but the magic **** the words out loud and clear. Several heads instantly turned her way, and the whole group of guys burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter.

Draco just sneered contemptuously, though a pleased spark flashed in his eyes. He raised his wand and cast a short spell. Idiot Bitch was enveloped in a soft white glow. When the light faded, she was wearing a microskirt that looked more like a belt — so short it completely failed to hide her sensitive pussy or her full round ass cheeks. The top was repaired but heavily altered: it now looked like a first-year uniform, crudely altered to fit her massive curves, making her tits look like they were about to spill out.

The girl swallowed what was left of her pride and thanked Draco as enthusiastically as possible, surprised herself at how genuine her voice sounded. On some level, she was already starting to feel like this was exactly how things should be.

Draco put away his wand and turned to the last ****, who was still on her knees. Sperm Toilet stood up, her head spinning from the fresh load of her Master’s cum. Emotions churned inside her, mixing, tearing apart, and reconnecting, as if the ground was about to disappear from under her feet. She staggered, instinctively grabbing onto Draco to keep from falling, and practically slammed her whole body against him, wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders. Pressing closer, she felt even his scent robbing her of the ability to think. Nothing remained in her head except raw, animalistic need. She started rubbing her plump tits against his chest, completely lost in sensation, and realized she desperately needed him to fuck her again right now. The girl looked into his eyes, filled with open, deep longing, and leaned in to kiss him — to start their new life together right here and now.

Her impulse was brutally cut short by a hard slap across the face.

“What the fuck are you doing, you stupid cunt?” Draco growled in disgust. “You seriously tried to kiss me? Why the hell would I kiss something like you? You’re just a set of fuckholes, you dumb animal.”

He turned away, wrinkling his nose in revulsion, and quickly glanced around to make sure no one had seen that disgusting scene. Sperm Toilet’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces. The sting of the slap cleared her mind a little, bringing her one step closer to reality. She understood that she and Tit Whore urgently needed to figure out how to fix everything. They had a plan — some ancient grimoire or powerful artifact that Draco was using. But she could see how Tit Whore’s mind was fading under the spells, and she doubted the Master would ever restore her old abilities. Besides, her own feelings were already starting to betray her: her hatred for Draco was blurring, and she was already scolding herself for trying to show affection in public when she knew her place perfectly well — as an obedient cum dump. She desperately wanted everything to go back to normal, but her mind was so overloaded that she seriously feared she would completely forget what “normal” even meant.

Draco, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier with the new reality he had created. With his three bitches trailing behind him, he continued walking down the alley, sinking into memories of what was now considered the history of the wizarding world. He was still getting used to the new layers of memory, but he sincerely hoped that in time he would completely forget how things used to be.

In this world, being sorted into any house other than Slytherin was practically a lifelong sentence to slavery. Most slaves were chosen from students of the other three houses, though sometimes even Slytherins were punished in particularly shameful ways.

He tried to recall how it all began. Memories of the notebook intertwined with History of Magic lessons. Salazar Slytherin had agreed to found Hogwarts with his three closest allies, but when he learned they wanted to teach all students equally regardless of blood status, he realized he had to act. His power was beyond description, and the founders’ trust in him was absolute. No one suspected anything when Rowena started wearing less and less clothing and speaking in a strange, enchanted voice. Soon she could be heard throughout the castle — loudly masturbating the moment she was alone, completely unashamed that others could hear her. Though humiliation burned her from within, her behavior only grew worse. In the end she declared that she was too stupid to lead anyone and moved into the dungeons to be closer to Salazar’s cock. From then on she only called herself Raven-Cunt and openly swore eternal obedience.

Helga tried to speak with Salazar in private… and emerged from his chambers several hours later with breasts grown to absurd sizes — each bigger than a watermelon. Magical pumps were attached to her elongated nipples, constantly milking her ever-swelling tits and driving her mad with constant, aching arousal. She immediately headed to the kitchens and started serving even the house-elves, begging them to use her body. Soon she fully accepted her new name — HugeTits CumGuzzler.

Godric realized what was happening too late. When he finally confronted Salazar, the body-altering curse had already been perfected. From the dungeons emerged a woman of incredible Veela beauty with the mind of a troll — cheerful, talkative, but capable of thinking only about one thing: how to fill all her holes as often and as fully as possible. She only responded to the name Stupid Bitch CockSucker and became the first true cum addict in Hogwarts history.

Draco shook his head, snapping out of the historical trance. He hadn’t even noticed how Sperm Toilet had pressed herself against him again, rubbing her plump tits against his chest in a **** attempt to get at least a little attention. He ran his palm over the smooth, firm curves of her ass. The girl instantly melted in his hands, trembling with need, but her hopes were shattered once more — someone loudly called Draco’s name, distracting him.