Quidditch Team Cheer Slut

She swallowed another mouthful of saliva, but her mouth immediately filled again, and a new stream trickled down her chin. Ginny gathered the last remnants of her willpower, her plump lips trembling with effort, and her hypnotic eyes with pink hearts darted across the screen. The audience fell into tense silence, the only sounds being her wet breathing and the saliva dripping onto the floor.

The voting numbers on the giant screen above the stage froze, then flared to life with a bright pink light. The audience held their breath. The screen displayed the winning option: Quidditch Team Cheer Slut. Some in the audience gasped, others laughed in anticipation of Ginny’s reaction, and a few were already clapping with delight. Ginny felt something inside her snap, as if someone had sharply yanked the thread holding her old self together. Her hypnotic eyes widened to their limits, and bright pink hearts flared in their depths like a warning of the impending disaster. Her short body trembled, and her enormous ass jiggled slightly.

— No… her voice came out hoarse — not this… She tried to protest, but her speech was already beginning to obey the new rules. — Oh fuck, don’t turn my wet bimbo ass into a fucking cheer slut for the whole damn team… Her voice became thinner, and her intonation stretched with the characteristic Valley Girl manner. — Like, as if… this is a total fucking mockery of my old career… oh fuck… like, it’s not fair!

The Collar of Fate, snug around her neck, suddenly flared with blinding pink light, illuminating her pale face from below. A hot, thick wave of magic surged directly into Ginny’s head like molten lava, filling every corner of her mind. She let out a quiet moan, her fingers convulsively clenched into fists, and then she grabbed her temples, as if trying to keep her mind from unraveling. Her short, thick legs buckled, and she swayed, her enormous round ass jiggled seductively from the sudden movement.

— Aaaahh… th… no… escaped from her, her voice trembling. — Please… don’t… like, I don’t want… She tried to plead, but her speech was already changing, becoming thinner and more high-pitched.

The mist seeped deeper, like poisonous gas, filling every crevice of her mind. It began rewriting memories, desires, and self-perception. First, she felt a slight dizziness, as if her mind were floating in a warm, sweet bath.

Memories of training, flying on a broom, being a Chaser, catching the Snitch, screaming with joy after victories… began to fade like old photographs in the sun. In their place came new, bright, seductive images. She saw herself in a short, lewd cheerleader outfit that barely covered her luscious body. She jumped, twirled, and shook her huge ass and massive tits in front of the stands. The players on the team looked at her with hunger in their eyes, their gazes literally burning her skin. After the match, she serviced the entire team in the locker room on her knees, her mouth and other orifices fully occupied… and she loved it. It seemed right. Natural. Desirable.

Why… did I even play as a Chaser? she thought, and the thought seemed strange to her but increasingly logical, as if someone were whispering it in her ear. — Flying on a broom, risking… it’s so hard and dangerous, like… But my body… oh fuck, it was made for something else. To shake this thick, juicy ass in front of everyone. To cheer and support the guys… so that after the game they come to me and fuck me properly… like, as a real slut… Her thoughts became more lewd, and bimbo phrases began slipping into her mind.

The mist grew thicker, enveloping her mind in a dense, sweet cloud. The old ambitions of a Quidditch star melted like snow in the spring sun. In their place came a warm, pleasant, almost sweet feeling—this had always been her true dream. To be a cheerleader. The brightest, the most lustful, the most desired by the entire team. The best cheer slut that everyone adores and wants to fuck. Like, a super-dream!

— Mmmm… yeth… Ginny moaned softly, her voice becoming softer, almost dreamy. Her plump lips trembled with new sensations, and saliva dripped down her chin, falling to the floor. — This… was always my dream… Her voice sounded more confident, with the characteristic Valley Girl inflection. — To shake my tits and ass… inspire the guys… so they win… She paused, her eyes lighting up with new excitement — and then… oh fuck… She giggled — fuck them all in the locker room… She finished the sentence with an upward inflection, and her voice carried a note of anticipation. Like, it’s so cool!

The transformation of her mind was complete. The last wisp of mist dissipated, leaving behind an altered mind. Ginny blinked several times, her hypnotic eyes sparkling brightly with pink hearts like Christmas lights. A silly but very satisfied smile slowly bloomed on her face, revealing her plump, wet lips. She slightly swayed her hips, causing her enormous round ass to jiggle seductively like a jelly dessert. Her short body straightened slightly, and a new confidence appeared in her posture—the confidence of a bimbo cheerleader who knew her worth.

Jack stepped closer, his smile wide and satisfied. He clearly enjoyed the result of his work.

— So, Ginny? — His voice was full of satisfaction. — What do you want to do with your life now, huh? — He tilted his head like a caring teacher expecting an answer from his favorite student.

Ginny licked her perpetually wet, plump lips, her tongue running over her upper lip, gathering droplets of saliva. She answered with the typical Valley Girl inflection, but completely steeped in dirty talk, her voice thinner and more high-pitched:

— Oh fuck, Jack… She began with a characteristic drawn-out intonation, her voice ringing like a girl’s. — Like, I’ve always, as if, dreamed of becoming the main cheerleader for my team, the Holyhead Harpies! Her eyes lit up with excitement. — I want to jump, twirl, and shake my thick, juicy bimbo ass in front of all those hot Quidditch guys… She paused, her breathing quickened. — I want them to only look at me when I spread my short little legs and show them my wet pussy under my skirt… Her voice became even thinner, and her intonation stretched further. — And after the match… oh fuck… She giggled — I want to fuck the entire opposing team! Her voice trembled with excitement. — So they all take turns fucking me in the locker room while my old team watches and jerks off… She finished the sentence with an upward inflection. — I’ll be the best cheer slut in the whole league! She exclaimed with pride. — Hee-hee… She giggled, her chest rising and falling with excitement. — Oh fuck, I mean… this is my true dream! Like, a super-dream, a mega-dream! She added, her voice sounding even more joyful.

She said this with genuine delight, smiling widely, her plump lips glistening with saliva. Pink hearts sparkled brightly in her eyes like fireworks. The old remnants of Ginny Weasley—the proud Chaser who loved Harry—somewhere deep inside were still screaming in horror, but their voice was already barely audible, drowned out by the new, bright, seductive thoughts. Now she was Ginny the Cheerleader, and it was so much better. Like, super-better!

Jack burst into loud laughter, his laughter echoing through the hall. He clapped his hands, his eyes gleaming with pleasure.

— Now that’s what I call dedication! — He exclaimed, wiping away tears of laughter. — True devotion to the sport! He spread his arms wide. — Brilliant, Ginny! Just brilliant. His voice was full of satisfaction. — Now you’ve finally found your true calling. He glanced at the costume. — And, judging by everything, the calling of a Quidditch star too. Like, a mega-calling! He added with a smirk. — Congratulations!

At that moment, one of the side doors of the stage opened with a bang. Chrissy emerged, swaying her hips, her enormous ass jiggling with every step. She was carrying a bright pink gift bag tied with a gold ribbon. Approaching Ginny, she held it out with a stupid, self-satisfied smile.

— This is a little gift for you from the studio, Ginny! Her voice was full of false tenderness. — So you can start your new career right away. She winked, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. — Like, right now!

Ginny joyfully took the bag, her plump fingers trembling with excitement. She immediately opened it, tearing the bright wrapping with a characteristic rustle. Inside was an extremely lewd and vulgar cheerleader outfit that made her eyes light up even brighter.

It consisted of a tiny top in the colors of the Holyhead Harpies—dark green with gold—that barely covered her nipples and left almost her entire huge chest and soft belly exposed. The fabric was thin and semi-transparent, so the dark circles of her areolas were clearly visible through it. Across the chest was a bold, gold-embroidered inscription: "Team Cumslut", which sparkled under the stage lights. The skirt was incredibly short—fluffy, with many folds, but only 15-20 centimeters long, so that with any movement, her enormous round ass and wet thong (which also came with the set) were fully exposed. The thong was thin, almost invisible, with the team logo embroidered on it.

The set included white socks that reached mid-thigh, emphasizing the lusciousness of her legs, and small platform sneakers to make her look taller (though this was difficult given her height). Also in the package were pom-poms with vibrating magical balls inside, which, judging by everything, were supposed to add "extra motivation" during performances. And, of course, a shiny, tiny bracelet with the inscription "Property of Quidditch Team"—so everyone would know who she now belonged to. Like, super-belonged!

Ginny giggled joyfully, her voice ringing with delight. Saliva dripped down her chin, falling to the floor, but she didn’t even notice. Her eyes sparkled with happiness, and her plump lips trembled with excitement.

— Oh fuck, this is soooo cool! — She squealed, her voice becoming even thinner and more drawn-out. — My new uniform! She pressed the top to her chest, checking how it would fit. — Now I can properly shake my fat bimbo ass and wet tits in front of the whole team! Her voice trembled with excitement. — Like, thank you, studio! She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. — I, like, can’t wait to try this on and start practicing… She paused, her breathing quickened — how I’ll suck off the winners after the match… She finished the sentence with the characteristic inflection, then added: — Oh fuck, I can’t wait! Like, super can’t! Her voice sounded even more enthusiastic. — It’s gonna be so much fun! She giggled, her body trembling with excitement.

She pressed the costume to her short, plump body, checking how it would fit on her luscious curves. She looked both pitiful and extremely aroused—her eyes sparkled with happiness, and her plump lips trembled with excitement. She was already imagining how she would look in this outfit, how she would shake her ass in front of the entire team, how the guys would drool over her body. Like, it was gonna be just super!

Jack watched her with complete satisfaction, his smile wide and self-satisfied. He clearly enjoyed how completely Ginny had changed—from a proud Chaser to a lustful bimbo cheerleader.

— Perfect, Ginny, he said, his voice full of triumph. — Just perfect. He stepped even closer, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. — Now you’re a true star of our show. He glanced at the costume. — And, judging by everything, a Quidditch star too. Like, a mega-star! He added with a smirk. — Congratulations!

— "Before we give our brand-new cheer slut a short break…" Jack announced loudly, his voice echoing through the hall, — "we once again hear from the Accountant!" He spread his arms wide like a magician revealing a trick, and a tense silence fell over the audience.

The dark zone above the monitors suddenly lit up with soft, diffused light. The Accountant’s silhouette appeared in the semi-darkness, his figure barely visible, but his voice—deep, calm, devoid of emotion—resounded through the entire studio, silencing everyone.

— "Ginny Weasley," he began, and his words sounded like a verdict. — "At this moment, you have earned 60,510 Galleons." He paused, letting the number sink into her mind. — "That is a very respectable sum." His voice remained steady. — "Considering how far you’ve already gone… and the changes you’ve undergone…" He fell silent again. — "I am willing to make you an offer." The hall fell into silence; you could hear Ginny’s saliva dripping. — "Take this money now and leave the game. You can keep all your current transformations…" His voice softened slightly. — "And return to your family." He waited, giving her time to think. — "This is more than a generous offer."

The hall fell silent as if on command. All eyes were on Ginny, who stood under the bright spotlights, her short body trembling with tension. Saliva streamed down her chin, dripping onto her enormous round ass, barely covered by the slipping skirt. Contradictory thoughts whirled in Ginny’s mind like a vortex.

Somewhere deep inside, the old goal still smoldered—to save her mother. To win enough money to pull Molly out of Goyle’s clutches and return her to a normal life. This thought was still important… but no longer as sharp and all-consuming as before. Now it seemed to hang somewhere in the background, drowned out by new, bright, seductive images. The new part of her mind—the sweet, lustful cheer slut—whispered in her ear: "60 thousand is already not bad… and there’s so much fun ahead… so many hot guys, so many tasty pussies to lick… like, it’s a dream…"

Ginny licked her perpetually wet, plump lips, her tongue running over her upper lip, gathering droplets of saliva. She took a deep breath, her enormous chest rising and falling under the thin fabric of her blouse. Then she answered with the characteristic Valley Girl inflection, thickly laced with dirty talk, her voice thinner and more high-pitched:

— Oh fuck, Mister Accountant… She began with a drawn-out intonation, her voice ringing. — Like… it’s really sweet that you’re offering me these 60 thousand and some change… She paused, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. — But, bitch… Her voice became more confident. — I came here to win some real fucking money… She lifted her chin, her hypnotic eyes sparkling. — To save my mum… Her voice trembled with emotion. — Though… She hesitated, her cheeks slightly reddening. — Mmm… I’m already loving being a short-legged, fat-assed cheer slut so much… Her voice became thinner, and her intonation stretched further. — Like, it’s so cool! She giggled. — I, as if… will keep playing. She swallowed her saliva. — I want to shake my wet bimbo ass in front of the whole team… Her voice trembled with excitement. — And lick the girls’ pussies after practice… She paused, her breathing quickened. — Oh fuck… She stumbled over the difficult word. — I mean… like, I can’t stop now. Her voice sounded firmer, but there was still a tremor in it.

She said this with a slight tremor in her voice, but firmly enough. Pink hearts flickered brightly in her hypnotic eyes. The old remnants of Ginny still resisted, like the last bastions in a besieged territory, but the new personality—the lustful, airheaded cheer slut—was already confidently taking over, like the sun dispelling the last shadows of the night.

The Accountant was silent for a few seconds, his silhouette remaining motionless in the semi-darkness. Then he calmly replied, his voice betraying not a drop of emotion:

— "As you wish." He paused. — "The offer is withdrawn." His figure began to slowly dissolve into the darkness. — "Good luck, Ginny Weasley." The last words sounded like a warning, not a wish.

The silhouette faded, and the dark zone above the monitors sank back into darkness. The hall buzzed as the audience began discussing her decision; some whistled, others applauded.

Jack smiled widely, his teeth gleaming in the spotlight. He clapped his hands, his voice full of satisfaction:

— "Now that’s determination!" He exclaimed, spreading his arms wide. — "Ginny Weasley refuses 60,510 Galleons…" He made a dramatic pause. — "And continues the game!" The hall erupted in applause. — "Ten-minute break!" He added, his smile widening even more. — "Rest up, our new cheer slut!" He winked at her, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.

Ginny slowly retreated to her corner behind the pink screen, her short, thick legs waddling from side to side like a duck’s. Her enormous round ass jiggled with every step, causing her to lose her balance. She heavily plopped onto the same pink pouf, which now seemed surprisingly comfortable to her—as if it had been created specifically for her luscious curves. Her skirt rode up, completely exposing her massive thighs and wet thong, which barely covered her swollen pussy.

She closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling with tension. She took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring, and her chest rose and fell in a convulsive rhythm. Saliva dripped down her chin, flowing onto her massive chest and leaving glistening trails on her skin.

Her hands slid down on their own, under the oversized skirt, as if guided by invisible threads of desire. Her fingers touched her already swollen, wet pussy, and she let out a quiet moan from the pleasant contact.

— Mmmm… She moaned softly, her voice trembling with excitement. — Oh fuck… Her intonation became more drawn-out. — My poor dripping pussy is so excited… She began slowly massaging her clit, her fingers sliding over the wet skin. — Like, I can’t believe how hot I get just thinking about it… Her voice rang with delight.

New, bright, seductive fantasies began floating through her mind like a vivid film. She saw herself in a lewd cheerleader outfit on the field after practice. The girls from the team—tall, athletic, sweaty, with skin glistening from sweat—surrounded her, their eyes burning with excitement. She knelt on the soft grass, hitching up her short skirt, which barely covered her luscious thighs. Her enormous ass jiggled from the movement, and her wet thong was fully visible.

She took turns licking their wet pussies, her plump lips sliding over their tender skin, and her tongue penetrating deep inside. The girls moaned with pleasure, their fingers stroking her fiery red hair, urging her to work even harder. Someone even fucked her mouth while she licked another.

— Yeeess… Ginny whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. She sped up her finger movements, her clit swelling even more. Saliva dripped onto her massive chest, leaving wet trails on her skin. — I want… Her voice became thinner. — To lick their sweet pussies… She hesitated, her breathing quickened. — After they win the match… Her fingers sank deeper into her pussy, producing loud squelching sounds. — I want them to sit on my face… and fuck my mouth… Her voice trembled. — Oh fuck… She cried out. — It’s so hot… like, super-hot, mega-hot! Her body trembled with excitement.

Her short legs spread wide, exposing her wet, swollen pussy. Her enormous ass seductively jiggled on the pouf, her skin glistening with sweat and arousal. Her fingers plunged deep into her dripping pussy, producing loud squelching sounds that echoed in her ears.

Her hypnotic eyes were half-closed, pink hearts flickering continuously in them like Christmas lights. Her plump lips were slightly parted, and saliva dripped down her chin, falling onto her massive chest.

— I… Her voice trembled with excitement. — Will be the best cheer slut… She moaned, speeding up her finger movements. — I’ll suck off the guys… Her voice became thinner. — Lick the girls… She hesitated, her body trembling. — Shake my fat ass in front of the whole crowd… Her fingers sank even deeper. — Mmmm… yeth… Her voice rang with pleasure, and the squelching sounds grew louder. — Like, it’s so cool… super-cool… She added, her breathing quickening.

The orgasm hit her unexpectedly hard, like a wave sweeping away all obstacles. Ginny arched her back, her spine straightening, and her short body trembled with pleasure. She let out a high-pitched moan, her voice trembling with delight, and then squirted strongly onto her hand and the pouf, leaving wet marks on the pink fabric.

The body of the short, plump shortstack trembled with pleasure, her enormous ass jiggled on the pouf, and her short legs quivered with tension. Her hypnotic eyes were wide open, bright pink hearts flickering in them like fireworks.

She leaned back, her back pressing into the back of the pouf. Breathing heavily, her chest rose and fell in a convulsive rhythm. A silly, satisfied smile bloomed on her face, and her plump lips glistened with saliva, which continued to drip down her chin, flowing onto her massive chest.

Saliva continued to drip, falling to the floor and leaving wet trails on her skin. Her short legs were still wide open, and her enormous ass jiggled slightly from the last spasms of her orgasm.

The old memories of Quidditch, of Harry, of pride, still weakly pulsed somewhere deep inside, like the last embers of a dying fire. But the new Ginny—the lustful, airheaded cheer slut—was already fully enjoying her new "calling." Her mind was filled with bright, seductive images of future debauched adventures, and she couldn’t wait for the next round to begin.

— Oh fuck… She whispered, her voice full of satisfaction. — Like, that was so cool… She giggled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. — I love being a cheer slut… Her voice rang with joy. — Super-love, mega-love! She added, her smile widening even more, and new pink hearts flickered in her eyes.ечки.