Always Ready

The giant screen lit up with a bright pink glow.

Always Ready.

Ginny felt something inside her snap. Her eyes widened with fury and humiliation.

— No… not this… — she hissed through her teeth.

The Collar of Fate instantly came to life. A hot, pulsing wave of magic surged from the base of her neck straight to her face, focusing on her lips. Ginny gasped and instinctively clapped both hands over her mouth.

— Aaah… what the—

The transformation began immediately. She felt her lips start to swell, becoming softer, fuller. Her upper and lower lips slowly but noticeably increased in size, taking on the perfect, slightly parted "O" shape. The skin on them became incredibly tender, smooth, and sensitive. But the worst part was the sudden increase in salivation. Saliva began to flood her mouth, filling it with warm, viscous moisture.

Ginny tightly pressed her lips together, trying to hold it back, but they no longer obeyed her completely. They slightly parted on their own into that seductive, helpless "O" shape. Saliva instantly pooled and a thin, glistening stream trickled from the corner of her mouth down her chin.

— Mmm… n-no… — she tried to say, but the sound came out slurred, wet, with a slight smacking noise. She quickly covered her mouth with her palm, feeling the saliva already gathering between her fingers.

Shame burned her cheeks a bright crimson. She—Ginny Weasley, a strong witch, one of Voldemort’s conquerors, a determined girl who had come to save her mother—now stood on stage with lips that looked as if she were always ready to take someone’s cock in her mouth. The saliva continued to flow, and she had to constantly swallow to keep it from dripping even more.

Jack watched her with a sly, satisfied smile, clearly enjoying her humiliation.

— Oh, Ginny… Just look at your lovely new lips. The audience made an excellent choice! They’re now always slightly parted and ready… for everything. And that constant drooling—simply charming. Come on, don’t hide them. Show the audience your new lips.

Ginny fiercely shook her head, continuing to tightly cover her mouth with her hand. Saliva was already dripping down her fingers and onto her white blouse, leaving wet stains.

— N-not… — she tried to say, but it only came out as a wet "N-nnnn…" with an indecent smacking sound. Her eyes sparkled with anger and shame.

Jack took a step closer, still smiling sweetly, but there was steel in his voice:

— Ginny, dear, according to the rules of the show, you must demonstrate each transformation. If you don’t show the audience your new lips, we can’t continue the game. And that means you automatically lose the round… and all your efforts to save Molly will be for nothing. So be a good girl and remove your hand.

Ginny stood trembling with rage. Her strong legs were tense, her abs under the blouse clenched. She knew full well that Jack wasn’t joking. If she refused, the show would stop, and she would win nothing. And her mother would remain in that terrible state.

With deep shame and hatred in her eyes, she slowly moved her hand away from her face. Her new lips were now visible to everyone. Plump, glistening with saliva, they were slightly parted in the perfect "O" shape. Saliva continued to pool and trickle down her chin in a thin stream, dripping onto her chest. Ginny looked incredibly seductive and helpless. The audience exploded in delighted cheers, whistles, and applause.

— There you go, good girl, — Jack praised with a predatory smile. — Look how beautiful and… ready they are. Now say something for the audience, Ginny. Tell them how you feel.

Ginny tried to speak. Saliva immediately filled her mouth, and her speech came out wet, slurred, with constant smacking sounds.

— I th… feel… mythelf th… awful… — she managed to say with difficulty. Each word was accompanied by a wet smack and a new stream of saliva trickling down her chin. — Thith th… humilithing… I’m n-not like thith.

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand again, but it was too late. The audience roared with laughter and applause even louder. Ginny stood there, red with shame, saliva continuing to drip from her fingers. Her new lips pulsed with a light, unpleasant sensitivity. Every breath made them tremble slightly. Jack stepped even closer and softly, almost affectionately, said:

— Don’t worry so much, Ginny. This is only the beginning. Your lips will now always look like you’ve just finished sucking someone off and are ready for the next round. Very practical for a girl who wants to save her mum, don’t you think?

Ginny glared at him with eyes full of fury but didn’t respond. She silently wiped the saliva from her chin with the back of her hand, feeling a new wave of shame burning inside her. The saliva continued to traitorously pool in her mouth and trickle down her chin in a thin, glistening stream, despite all her attempts to control it. Her new plump, "O"-shaped lips looked extremely seductive and helpless. She quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but it did little good. Jack watched her with a mocking smile, clearly enjoying her humiliation.

— So, Ginny? How do you feel with these new, always-ready lips?

Ginny moved her hand away from her mouth, trying to hold her head high. Saliva immediately glistened on her lower lip. She gathered all her strength and spoke, despite how difficult it now was for her to form words:

— I th… am not thcared of thith change… — each word was accompanied by a wet smack and a slight slurping sound. Saliva trickled down her chin in a thin stream. — I thtill can win for my family and mum. I’m thtrong and I won’t thtop.

The audience responded with a mixed murmur—some applauded her determination, others laughed openly at her wet, slurred speech. Ginny blushed even more, but she didn’t lower her gaze. Jack’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying her struggle and speech defect.

— Oh, what determination! What strength of spirit! — he theatrically admired. — Even with those cute, wet lips, you’re not giving up. I truly admire you, Ginny. Truly. Well then… let’s continue the game. Choose the next number, dear.

Ginny swallowed (which came out loud and wet) and quickly wiped a new stream of saliva from her chin.

— Number… nineteen… — she said with effort, trying to speak as clearly as possible, but it still came out wet and with constant smacking sounds.

Chrissy approached chest #19 and opened it.

The silvery bimbo silhouette flashed brightly on the screen. The audience erupted in delighted cheers.

Ginny tensed abruptly. Her strong legs buckled for a moment, and her abs under the blouse clenched tightly. She growled in anger, but due to her new lips, it came out as a wet, almost pitiful sound:

— Thh… again?! You… bath… thtards!

The Collar of Fate began to slowly heat up around her neck again. Jack laughed delightedly.

— Oh, Ginny… Third case, and already the second bimbo in a row! It seems luck isn’t on your side today. The category is… Body Shape!

The big screen lit up with five new options. The audience eagerly reached for their voting remotes.

1. Massive Bubble Butt – The ass significantly increases in size, becoming huge, round, firm, and extremely sensitive. Every step will cause noticeable jiggling and pleasant sensations.

2. Long Runner Legs – The legs become much longer, slimmer, and more elegant, with a perfect shape, but lose some of their former athletic strength.

3. Thick Thunder Thighs & Juicy Ass – The thighs thicken considerably and become very luscious, while the ass noticeably grows and rounds out, creating a pronounced lower accent.

4. Perfect Hourglass – The waist sharply narrows, while the breasts and ass increase, creating a classic hyper-feminine figure.

5. Shortstack Build – Height decreases slightly, but the ass and thighs increase significantly, and the legs become shorter and thicker, making the figure low but extremely seductive and "convenient."

Ginny stood and read the options with horror, especially those concerning her legs and ass. Her strong, trained Quidditch legs—a source of pride—could turn into something completely different. And the thought that her small, firm ass might become huge and constantly jiggling filled her with a new wave of anger and shame.

— You… don’t… — she tried to say, but it came out wet and unintelligible again.

Saliva once again flowed abundantly over her plump, parted lips. Ginny quickly wiped her chin with the sleeve of her blouse, but it did little good. Her body was already trembling slightly from the tension and anger. Jack stepped closer, enjoying every second of her humiliation.

— Don’t worry, Ginny. The audience will choose what suits you best. Maybe your new legs will become even more beautiful… or your ass will finally get the attention it deserves. Voting is open!

He turned to the audience with a wide smile:

— Dear viewers! Decide what kind of figure we’ll gift our determined and drool-lipped Ginny Weasley. Choose wisely… or, as always, as lustfully as possible!

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Sorry about the last drawing. Unfortunately, Pixel AI couldn't draw big lips for Ginny, and I'm not sure Grock will be able to finish drawing them in the next images. I also start writing new chapters after 9:00 PM Moscow time. In the meantime, I'm waiting for your votes. Thank you to everyone who leaves suggestions for changes!