Cash

Chrissie opened trunk #24. On the massive screen, a golden sign slowly flared—bright, dazzling, almost surreal. Cash. Then, on the money board, the final step lit up: 1,000,000,000 galleons.

The audience fell silent for a moment... then exploded into pure madness: screams, whistles, stomping, and applause. Many spectators jumped to their feet, unable to contain their excitement.

Ginny stood frozen for a few seconds, eyes wide. Her hypnotic eyes flared with bright pink hearts, and drool gushed copiously over her plump lips, dripping onto her chest.

— I… I… ooh… did I win? she whispered in a trembling, wet voice, and drool gushed over her lips.

Then, her face lit up with pure, childlike bimbo joy.

— O-ooh… fucking hell! Like… I won a billion!!! she shrieked in a high, ecstatic voice, and drool sprayed in all directions. — Oh my God… this is… ooh… unreal…

Her short, thick legs energetically pushed off the floor, her huge, round ass bouncing and jiggling with every jump, while her massive tits swung heavily under her too-small blouse. Drool flew in all directions, creating glossy splatters across the stage.

— I did it! Like… my thick bimbo ass… ooh… won a billion! she screamed, wiggling her hips. — Oh my God… I’m now… fuck… the richest slut in Britain! As if… this isn’t fucking amazing… Hee-hee-hee!

She jumped and spun to the audience’s ecstatic cheers, fully embracing her new cheerleader instincts. Every bounce made thousands of eyes follow her body, and her Public Humiliation fetish kicked into overdrive—she was gushing so hard between her legs that glossy trails ran down her thick thighs, and drool dripped onto the floor.

Jack stood with a wide, almost benevolent smile, patiently waiting for her to calm down a little.

— Ginny Weasley! he announced loudly when she finally stopped. — Congratulations! You’ve done the nearly impossible. You’ve won one billion galleons!

Ginny stopped, breathing heavily, a dumb, happy smile on her face. Drool dripped from her chin onto her chest, leaving sticky trails.

— O-ooh… I… I can’t believe it… she squeaked, letting out another stream of drool. — Like… my wet, gushing cunt… and fat ass… ooh… actually won a billion! Oh my God…

Jack smiled softly, but his voice carried a serious note:

— I’m genuinely happy for you, Ginny. But I must remind you… all the changes you’ve received are permanent. Your body, your mind, your speech, your fetishes—all of it stays with you forever.

Ginny paused for a second, licking her wet lips, but then just shrugged and giggled happily, drool dripping:

— Fuck it! Like… I love being… ooh… a short-legged, big-assed cheerleader slut! she exclaimed, shaking her ass. — Now I’ll just jump… and shake my bimbo ass… oh my God… in front of all of magical Britain! This… fuck… is way more fun than flying on a broom! As if… I’d ever want to go back!

The audience erupted in laughter and applause again, supporting her enthusiasm.

Jack nodded, smirking, and asked the next question:

— Tell us, Ginny… what do you plan to spend your billion on?

Ginny thought for just a second, licking her lips, causing drool to gush onto her chin. Her eyes gleamed with lustful excitement.

— O-ooh… fuck… wellll… she began, wiggling her ass. — First… like… I’ll buy a ton of super-slutty cheerleader outfits! So short… ooh… that my fat ass… oh my God… is always on display. And… a bunch of vibrating pom-poms… huge dildos… ooh… all different shapes and sizes… for post-game training… as if… it’s not totally necessary… Pretty leather collars… with “Team Cumslut” written on them… BDSM outfits… so I can be tied up… right on the field… and… ooh… of course… a big mansion… with a huge filming studio… where I can host orgies… after every game! she screamed, and drool flew in all directions from her excitement.

She said this with genuine excitement, wiggling her ass and not noticing how hard she was gushing between her legs, or how drool dripped onto the floor, forming little puddles.

Jack chuckled softly, though his voice carried a hint of pity:

— What about your mother, Ginny? You came here to win money and save her…

For a second, Ginny’s face darkened. She blinked, the pink hearts in her eyes dimming slightly, and her drool stopped flowing so intensely. Old memories surfaced for a moment—her mother, the Nora, her family, the promise she’d made to Harry.

— Yeah… ooh… Mom… she said quietly, her voice momentarily less crude, though still wet with drool. — I… I wanted… ooh… to save her…

But after just a couple of seconds, she shook her head, and the lustful smile returned to her face as drool gushed out with doubled force.

— But… like… I’m sure I can earn… ooh… way more money… with this body! she declared, slapping her huge ass, causing drool to spray outward. — I’ll be… oh my God… the most popular cheerleader slut… ever! I’ll get invited… to every match… I’ll suck off players… lick out girls… put on public shows… I’ll earn more billions! she screamed, wiggling her hips. — And then… ooh… then I’ll definitely… help Mom… as if… it’s not obvious… Like… someday…

Jack watched her with a slight smirk, shaking his head at her naivety.

— Well… he said, unable to suppress a smile. — Congratulations again, Ginny Weasley. You’re the first contestant to win the grand prize. One billion galleons is yours!

The audience exploded into ovations, and Ginny, never stopping her ass from wiggling, waved her hands, drooling and screaming with joy. Jack stood at the center of the stage, bathed in bright pink-gold light. His smile was wide, professional, and slightly triumphant, like that of a seasoned showman savoring his victory. The audience still buzzed with excitement after Ginny’s win, filled with energy and anticipation.

— Ladies and gentlemen… he began loudly, raising his hand in a familiar gesture, his voice echoing through the hall. The music gradually softened but still pulsed in the air, sustaining the intensity. — Today, we have witnessed something truly extraordinary. The second episode of Bimbo or Billionaire in magical Britain has come to an end, leaving behind unforgettable emotions.

He turned to Ginny, who stood beside him, swaying slightly in place. Her short, curvy body gently rocked to the fading music, her huge, round ass jiggling, making the audience hold their breath. Drool glistened on her plump, perpetually parted lips, trickling down her chin and dripping onto her chest, while her hypnotic eyes sparkled with bright pink hearts. She grinned dumbly, clearly still riding the high of her victory and the constant attention of thousands of eyes.

— Ginny Weasley! Jack continued, taking her hand and lifting it slightly so everyone could admire her figure. — You came here to save your mother. You fought. You suffered. His voice grew more solemn. — And in the end… you won the grand prize! One billion galleons!

The audience exploded in applause, and someone even whistled in delight. Ginny giggled joyfully and did a small cheerleader jump, causing her massive tits and huge ass to jiggle violently, making the audience hold their breath. Drool sprayed from her lips, scattering in glossy droplets across the stage.

— O-ooh… fuck… like… thank you all! she squeaked in her new crude, drooly voice, and drool gushed over her lips. — My… ooh… thick, wet bimbo ass… oh my God… is so happy! I’m now… fuck… the richest slut… in Britain! As if… this isn’t fucking amazing… Hee-hee-hee!

Jack smiled softly, savoring the moment, and continued:

— Today, we watched as a strong, determined young witch transformed step by step into a lustful, short-legged, always dripping cheerleader slut who adores public humiliation. He paused, letting the audience absorb his words. — It was… instructive. A reminder that even the strongest can fall… or rise to new heights, depending on your perspective.

He took another pause, slowly scanning the audience as if giving each spectator a chance to process what had happened.

— This was the second episode of our show in magical Britain, he continued. — The first forever changed Molly Weasley. Today… he gestured to Ginny, who had already started swaying, drool dripping, — her daughter Ginny. The Weasley family… continues to surprise us.

A mixed murmur swept through the audience: some laughed, some applauded, some watched with mild pity, and others with genuine admiration. Emotions hung in the air, blending with the afterglow of the spectacle.

Jack turned to Ginny and gave a slight bow, emphasizing her triumph.

— Ginny Weasley—the winner! he announced, his voice echoing through the hall. — With one billion galleons… and a brand-new outlook on life.

Ginny grinned dumbly and waved both hands at the audience, causing her huge tits to jiggle violently, making the spectators hold their breath. Drool dripped from her lips as she shouted:

— Like… thank you all… ooh… who watched… me… oh my God… get fucked by changes! she giggled, wiggling her ass. — Come to my future performances! I’ll be… fuck… the best cheerleader slut… as if… I have a choice… Hee-hee-hee!

The lights began to fade slowly, as if the show itself was reluctant to let the audience go. First, the upper spotlights dimmed, leaving only a pink glow on the stage, then the side pink lights one by one went out. The hall gradually sank into semi-darkness, and the music grew softer, shifting into a gentle, almost melancholic tune.

Ginny still stood at the center of the stage, illuminated by the last bright beam, as if fate itself wanted to emphasize her triumph. Her silhouette—a short, curvy figure with a huge ass and tousled red hair—looked almost symbolic, embodying a new era in her life.

The last beam of light slowly faded, as if reluctantly saying goodbye to the winner. The screen above the stage went dark, plunging the hall into complete darkness. The curtain began to slowly descend, concealing Ginny’s figure as she still stood in place, savoring the afterglow of her triumph.

Jack turned to the audience one last time, and as the curtain nearly closed the stage, he said softly but clearly:

— Until next time… his voice echoed mysteriously in the sudden silence. — In a world where anyone can become either a bimbo… or a billionaire.

Total darkness.

The Bimbo or Billionaire show in magical Britain had concluded its second episode, leaving behind mixed feelings and unforgettable impressions.

In the ensuing silence, only a soft, wet sound could be heard—Ginny, standing behind the lowered curtain, was already giggling dreamily, drooling, and whispering to herself:

— O-ooh… like… I’m already imagining… ooh… how after the shoot… oh my God… all those hot guys will fuck me… mmm… my wet cunt… is already dripping just from the thought… as if… I don’t want it… Hee-hee-hee…

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If there are at least 10 comments asking for the ending of "BIMBO," I'll write it. But I decided to make this ending canonical for the rest of the story. This is far from the end.