Adult Industry Star

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

Adult Industry Star.

Molly felt her stomach drop. Her plump cheeks instantly flushed a bright scarlet, and her huge, barely covered tits heaved heavily from the sharp intake of breath.

“N-no… please… not this…” she squeaked thinly in her high cartoonish voice. The sound came out pitiful, helpless, and incredibly arousing.

Jack grinned wide, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Oh, Molly… The audience has made their choice! From now on you are an Adult Industry Star! Porn actress, model, seductive MILF category… Your new career will be completely dedicated to pleasure and filming. And we already have a great offer for you — you’ll become the first actress at the newly opened Gregory Goyle Studio!”

The Fate Collar flashed blinding pink. A hot, thick wave of magic slammed straight into Molly’s head, wrapping her mind in a dense, sweet fog. She moaned quietly, grabbing her temples with both hands. Her bright pink curls swung heavily, caressing her bare shoulders and the upper part of her massive tits.

The fog sank deeper. Memories of her old life — cooking for a big family, caring for the children, fighting Voldemort — began to fade, pushed back by new, vivid images. She saw herself on a film set: completely naked, thick thighs spread wide, moaning with pleasure under bright lights. She saw her huge soft body shaking from hard thrusts, her massive tits bouncing wildly, bright pink curls splayed across her back as she sucked someone off on her knees. These images no longer disgusted her. They felt warm. Desirable. Deep, pulsing arousal.

“Aaaahh…” Molly squeaked, feeling her mind slowly but irreversibly rewriting itself.

Shame still burned inside her, but now it mixed with sharp, sweet excitement. The thought of shooting porn no longer seemed horrible. It started to feel… right. Exciting. She imagined thousands of men watching her plump soft body, lusting after her huge tits, wide hips, and big ass. Imagined herself moaning in her squeaky voice, begging for more. Molly whimpered quietly, but not purely from horror anymore — it was from the flood of conflicting feelings. It got extremely wet between her legs — juices ran freely down the insides of her thick thighs. Her nipples hardened painfully under the transparent top. She instinctively squeezed her thighs together, driving the tiny thong even deeper between her ass cheeks and drawing out another moan.

The fog began to clear. Molly blinked, breathing heavily. Her gaze became a little emptier, and her smile sweeter and more playful.

“Oh… that… sounds so exciting…” she squeaked, running her hands over her almost naked tits. “Filming… showing off my body… giving pleasure… I think I’m going to like it.”

Jack nodded with satisfaction.

“Perfect! Second round is over!”

He turned to the board and summed it up:

“At this point, Molly, you have 5,110 whips. Not bad! But the main thing is your changes. You now have bright pink curls, a squeaky bimbo voice, a hyper-plump soft body, a love for extremely revealing clothes, and a new career — star of Gregory Goyle’s adult studio.”

The hall applauded. Molly stood there, lightly swaying her hips, feeling a strange mix of shame and arousal from all the eyes on her. At that moment, a dark zone lit up above the monitor columns. The Accountant’s silhouette appeared in the backlight. Jack paused, listening to a message in his earpiece, then smiled widely:

“We have an offer from the Accountant! He’s offering you to take your current winnings of 5,110 whips and leave the game immediately. That’s a very generous offer, Molly, considering how fast you’re sliding down the bimbo path. What do you say?”

Molly froze. The last remains of her old self screamed desperately inside her to accept it. To save what was left of herself. But the new part — already heavily changed — hesitated. The family needed the money… but the thought of filming, of attention, of fully surrendering to her new purpose was tempting. Jack slowly turned his head and looked straight into the dark corner where Arthur Weasley stood. Their eyes met. Arthur stared at his wife with pleading, pain, and despair. His lips silently mouthed: “Please, Molly, accept it…” Jack smiled even wider, clearly savoring the silent scene.

The second round was over. The decision had to be made now.