Round Two. Part I

During the break, Minerva was led to a small area backstage. There stood a simple wooden chair. When she climbed onto it, her short little legs dangled helplessly, not reaching the floor. Her tiny body, heavy massive tits resting on her thighs, huge fluffy puffball hairstyle, and doll-like face with its permanent look of surprise — all of it made her look like a lost expensive doll.

She sat staring at the floor, quietly giggling through her tears.

“What a fucking disgrace… What an unimaginable fucking disgrace,” she thought, clenching her tiny fists. “I am Minerva McGonagall, war heroine, master Transfigurationist… and now I look like a cheap parody of a woman. My former students, all of Britain… everyone is seeing this.”

Her heavy breasts pulled down uncomfortably, the fluffy curls tickled her cheeks. Every movement caused jiggling and a fresh wave of shame.

But she stubbornly lifted her head.

“No. This is for Hogwarts. For the kids who will study in repaired halls. For the future. I can endure this.”

The thought calmed her a little.

“And when it’s all over… maybe Horace Slughorn can help. He knows potions that aren’t in any textbook. Or I’ll find a way. Illusions… powerful illusion charms. Even if the body stays like this, I can at least hide it from the world…”

She didn’t yet know how cruel the truth would be.

Ten minutes later the studio lights blazed brightly again. Chrissy helped Minerva down from the chair (her little feet touched the floor with a soft thud) and led her back onto the stage.

Jack greeted her with a wide, almost affectionate smile. But even in her new state, Minerva immediately spotted the cold cunning in his eyes.

“Welcome back, professor!” he announced cheerfully, addressing both her and the audience. “You look absolutely adorable after the first round. So… compact, so cute.”

The hall laughed. Jack raised his hand for silence and continued more solemnly:

“Before we start the second round, I must officially announce an important rule for this special edition. The changes made by the Collar of Fate are completely irreversible. No potions, no spells, not even the most powerful Transfiguration or illusion charms can restore your old appearance or hide your new… assets. The Ministry and the Accountant insisted on this condition. What happens on this show stays forever.”

Minerva felt her stomach drop. Her doll eyes widened even more in shock. The constant giggling slipped out on its own:

“Hee-hee… What?! No… you can’t… That’s impossible…”

Jack leaned down toward her with that same sweet smile, clearly enjoying her despair.

“We can, Professor. And we did. Now you’re really playing for high stakes. No illusions. No going back. Only forward — to a billion Galleons… or complete transformation.”

The hall exploded with applause and approving shouts.

McGonagall stood there tiny, with heavy tits, fluffy hair, and a doll face, and for the first time truly realized what kind of trap she had willingly walked into.

Jack straightened up and clapped his hands cheerfully:

“And now… welcome to the second round! In this round you need to open six boxes. Ready, Minny?”

“Don’t call me that… hee-hee-hee… I’m a professor!”

“As you wish, Professor!” Jack smiled.

Jack turned to the tiny figure behind the podium with a wide grin.

“So, Professor McGonagall, second round! Now you only need to open six boxes. Name a number, and let the real fun begin. Your choice?”

Minerva McGonagall, still in shock from the announcement about the irreversibility of the changes, struggled to collect her thoughts. Her short little legs barely reached the floor behind the podium, her heavy breasts rested on the edge of the lectern, and her fluffy puffball hairstyle bounced with every movement. The doll-like face with its eternal look of surprise only deepened her humiliation.

“Hee-hee… Box 3,” she said, trying to sound as firm as possible.

Chrissy bounced cheerfully over to box №3, opened it, and let out an excited squeal.

The bright pink bimbo symbol flashed on the big monitor.

The hall instantly exploded with shouts and applause.

“First box of the second round — and it’s bimbo right away!” Jack announced triumphantly. “Looks like luck is still on the audience’s side, not Hogwarts’s! Category — Clothing Style!”

Minerva felt everything inside her tighten. She could already imagine what they might **** her to wear. Her strict black robe now felt like the last shred of her dignity. Jack waved his hand theatrically, and five voting options lit up on the big screen:

Clothing Style Transformation Options:

1. Swimwear Seduction — Permanent minimal bikini-style clothing. Modest swimsuits will feel too covering to her, and real water will make her almost completely strip.

2. Naughty Professor — Extremely short and tight version of a professor’s robe: deep cleavage, length barely covering her ass, fishnet stockings, and high heels.

3. Transparent Enchantress — Semi-transparent robes that change their level of transparency based on the audience’s mood or her own arousal.

4. French Maid Witch — Classic French maid outfit in a magical style: very short black-and-white dress, apron, lace stockings, and a mandatory tray in her hands.

5. Schoolgirl Fantasy — Shrunken and hyper-sexualized version of Hogwarts school uniform: ultra-short plaid skirt, white blouse that barely buttons over her huge breasts, and a Gryffindor tie.

The voting board lit up brightly. The hall exploded with especially loud cheers and whistles.

“And with a huge margin, the winner is… Schoolgirl Fantasy!” Jack announced triumphantly. “The audience wants to see their former strict professor in the most seductive version of a school uniform!”

The Collar of Fate flashed. Minerva felt the familiar warmth spreading throughout her body, especially across her skin and clothing. Her old black robe slipped off her and fell to the floor. But the strongest change occurred in her mind.

As the transformation progressed, Minerva suddenly felt a sharp disgust toward the remnants of her old robe. The heavy black fabric now seemed horribly ugly, outdated, and completely unsuitable to her.

“Eww… hee-hee… how did I ever wear this?” she muttered, wrinkling her doll-like face. “This outfit is so gross and wrong for a professor!”

She shrugged her shoulders, trying to shake off the remaining dark fabric that still hung on her in tatters.

“Jack… hee-hee… please…” she said in her high, giggling voice, which carried genuine pleading. “This awful robe… I don’t like it at all. Take it away!”

Jack smiled even wider, clearly enjoying the moment. He snapped his fingers.

“We have a gift for you, Professor!”

Two assistants quickly rolled a large box onto the stage and opened it. Inside lay a neatly folded new uniform — fresh and perfectly fitted. They dressed her in the new outfit: The long sleeves of her shirt shortened to the shoulders, and the hem rose sharply, turning into an extremely short plaid skirt in Gryffindor colors. A white blouse materialized in its place — very tight-fitting, with a deep neckline that barely contained her heavy, massive Heavy Hang breasts. The red-and-gold Gryffindor tie lay over the blouse but was tied in a messy, playful knot. White knee-high socks appeared on her legs, along with small-heeled shoes.

Minerva eagerly grabbed the blouse and skirt (as much as the Collar allowed) and pressed them to herself with visible relief. As soon as she was fully dressed in the new outfit — the ultra-short skirt that barely covered her plump buttocks and the tight white blouse that clung strongly to her enormous breasts — the tension in her body eased.

She took a deep breath, causing her breasts to sway heavily, and a satisfied, almost happy smile appeared on her doll-like face.

“Hee-hee… this is so much better…” she said softly, adjusting her tie. “Now I look… right.”

The hall erupted in applause and lustful whistles. The miniature, fluffy-haired, heavy-breasted “schoolgirl” in Gryffindor uniform looked both shockingly and extremely seductive.

Jack nodded with satisfaction:

“Excellent, Minnie. Now you look exactly as you should. Ready to continue the game?”

McGonagall, still lightly stroking her new skirt, nodded with a faint blush on her doll-like cheeks.

Minerva ran her small hands over the ultra-short plaid skirt and the tightly clinging blouse. A strange, warm feeling of satisfaction spread through her chest. She genuinely liked how the fabric sat on her new body. She liked how the short skirt barely covered her plump thighs and how the Gryffindor tie lay between her heavy breasts.

For a second, she almost felt calm.

But then, like a cold needle piercing her mind, Minerva realized the truth.

“Oh, Merlin… they changed not only my body. They’re getting into my head. I should hate this humiliating outfit… but instead I feel relief that I finally look ‘right.’ This… this is monstrous.”

She tried to summon disgust, anger, and shame — but the mental change was too strong. She really did feel good standing there in this outfit. Her consciousness resisted, but her body and the new part of her mind had already accepted the changes.

“Hee-hee… I can’t do anything about it…” she whispered to herself, and this admission made her doll-like face blush slightly.

Jack noticed her inner struggle and smiled even wider.

“Well, Minnie? Ready to continue?”

“Hee-hee… Yes… let’s continue,” she replied, then added in a slightly trembling voice: “Box 14.”

Chrissy opened the box. The Cash symbol lit up on the monitor.

“Five hundred thousand Galleons!” Jack announced joyfully. “Excellent move, Professor! Your total now stands at 565,000 Galleons!”

The hall applauded. Minerva felt a tiny spark of hope.

“Hee-hee… Box 20,” she said with a bit more confidence.

Chrissy opened box №20. The pink bimbo symbol flashed for the seventh time in the game.

The hall roared again.

“Oh, Professor…” Jack shook his head with mock sympathy. “The second round has only just begun, and you’re already back in the bimbo zone. Category — Vocabulary!”

Minerva froze. After all the previous changes, she perfectly understood what was about to happen. Her already limited ability to express complex thoughts was about to get even worse.

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

Vocabulary Transformation Options:

1. Less is More — Extremely economical speech. One-syllable words, short phrases, lots of humming and gestures.

2. Valley Bimbo — Abundance of filler words: “like,” “kinda,” “ummm,” “you know,” with drawn-out intonations.

3. Giggle Talk — Almost every sentence ends with giggling or laughter; many words are replaced with cute versions.

4. Baby Talk — Speaks like a little girl: “Minnie wants,” “bad-bad,” “big boobie,” etc.

5. Positive Bimbo — Can only use positive and enthusiastic phrasing. Negative words and criticism practically disappear from her vocabulary.

The voting board filled up quickly. The hall exploded with an especially loud, joyful roar.

“And with an overwhelming advantage, the winner is… Baby Talk!” Jack announced to the delighted screams of the audience. “Looks like our professor will soon be talking like a real little baby!”

Minerva felt the blood drain from her face. Her doll-like eyes widened in genuine horror.

“No… hee-hee… not this…” she whispered in a trembling voice. “You can’t… I won’t… I won’t allow…”

The Collar of Fate flashed bright pink. The warmth struck straight into her head and throat. Minerva tried to resist, but within seconds her mind began… to melt.

At first, the words in her head started simplifying.

“This… this is terrible… I must fight…”

And just a minute later, her thoughts had completely shifted:

“Oh no… Minnie is so scared… bad-bad magic… Minnie doesn’t want to talk like this… but Minnie can’t stop…”

She opened her mouth to protest, but instead of her usual stern phrases, something completely different came out:

“N-no… hee-hee… Minnie doesn’t want to be a little baby! This… this is very-very bad-bad!”

Her voice was high-pitched and lisping, with childish intonation. Every word sounded as if spoken by a five-year-old girl. The hall simply exploded with laughter. Many spectators were literally holding their stomachs. Jack burst out laughing, looking at her frightened doll-like face.

“Ha-ha-ha! Oh, this is already very noticeable! It’s only been a minute, and our strict Professor Minerva McGonagall has completely turned into Minnie! How adorable. The results are simply stunning!”

He leaned closer to the tiny figure in the school uniform, with her heavy breasts and fluffy hair, and spoke with mock concern:

“Now tell us, Minnie… how do you feel right now? Do you like your new little skirt and your big-big boobies? Or are you still trying to be a serious old professor?”

Minerva blushed to the tips of her ears. She desperately tried to say something dignified, but her tongue and mind no longer obeyed her:

“Minnie… hee-hee… Minnie feels very-very ashamed…” she said in a lisping, babyish voice, unconsciously swaying from side to side. “Minnie doesn’t want to talk like this… but the words just come out… like a silly little girl…”

She pressed her small hands to her burning cheeks, causing her heavy breasts to jiggle strongly, which triggered another burst of laughter from the audience.

Jack smiled even wider, clearly enjoying her torment.

“Very good, Minnie. Keep it up. The audience is absolutely delighted.”