Epilogue

A year later.

Exactly one year had passed since that fateful day when Molly Weasley stepped onto the stage of "Bimbo or Billionaire." The Burrow remained half-destroyed. The Weasley family had tried to get her back — Arthur came several times, the children wrote letters, Ginny even caused a scene in the reception of "Malfoy Industries." But Molly refused every time. With a soft, slightly guilty smile she would repeat in the same high, squeaky voice:

“I’m right where I belong. Mr. Malfoy needs me. This is my purpose.”

She was now officially listed as “Personal Assistant and Secretary to Executive Director Lucius Malfoy.” And no one argued anymore.

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The doors of the huge office on the top floor of the newly built glass-and-marble building in the center of Magical London opened quietly. Molly walked in, carefully balancing a tray with coffee.

Her outfit fully reflected her new mindset — Tripping the Flesh Fantastic. She was wearing an incredibly short, almost transparent snow-white “business suit” that could barely be called clothing. A paper-thin, semi-transparent blouse with a deep V-neck barely covered her massive heavy tits, which had grown even bigger during her pregnancy. Her dark, thick nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, and the first drops of colostrum were already beading underneath. The short, tight skirt ended just a couple of inches below her huge, round pregnant belly. It rode so high that the lower part of her big juicy ass was completely exposed, while a thin strip of thong disappeared between her plump cheeks. On her feet were clear stripper heels so high they made her thighs and calves flex with every step.

Her enormous, tight belly — looking about eight months pregnant — proudly protruded forward. The skin on it was velvety, stretched tight, and glistened slightly from the special oil Molly rubbed into it several times a day. Her bright pink curls down to her ass were gathered in a high ponytail that swayed as she walked and caressed the bare skin of her back. Molly moved slowly, savoring every sensation. The heavy, full belly pulled downward, creating a pleasant pressure on her womb. Her tits swayed and rubbed against the thin fabric, making her nipples ache and leak milk. Between her legs, under the tiny thong, she was constantly wet — the new Breeding Kink gave her no rest. She felt the light kicks of the baby and quietly moaned with pleasure every time.

“Your coffee, darling…” she squeaked sweetly, approaching the massive black wood desk.

Lucius Malfoy leaned back in his chair, looking at her with a lazy, possessive smile. His silver eyes slowly traveled over her body — from the pink curls to the huge pregnant belly and her barely covered dripping pussy.

“Put it here, Molly,” he ordered in a low voice.

She obediently bent over to set the tray down. As she did, her massive tits nearly spilled completely out of the blouse, and her skirt rode up, fully exposing her big round ass and soaked thong. Molly squeaked softly in pleasure as the cool office air touched her hot, swollen pussy lips.

“Thank you, dear,” Lucius said, reaching out and placing his palm on her tight, hot belly. Molly instantly arched, letting out a quiet moan. His touch felt like a spark.

“He’s very active today…” she whispered, pressing closer. “I think it’s going to be a boy. Your boy…”

Lucius slowly stroked her belly in circles. Molly shivered. Her nipples leaked harder, leaving wet spots on the blouse. Juices flowed so heavily between her legs that a thin trickle ran down the inside of her thigh.

“Good girl, Molly,” Lucius purred, keeping his hand on her. “Remember when your family came the last time? Arthur got on his knees and begged you to come back.”

Molly smiled softly, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

“I remember… Poor Arthur. I told him I love him, but my place is here. With you. You need me. I’m supposed to give birth for you.”

She dropped to her knees in front of the chair without waiting for an order. Her huge belly rested on Lucius’s thighs. Molly looked up at him with devoted, shining eyes.

“Can I… help you relax, darling?” she squeaked, already unbuttoning his trousers with fingers trembling with arousal. “It’s been so long since I felt you inside me… I need you to fill me up again…”

Lucius tangled his fingers in her bright pink curls and tugged lightly. Molly moaned softly in pleasure.

“You really have become the perfect personal assistant,” he smirked. “Good. Show me how devoted you are.”

Molly squeaked happily and leaned down. Her plump, glossy lips wrapped around his hard cock. She sucked greedily, with relish, loudly slurping and moaning. Her enormous pregnant belly got in the way, but that only turned her on more. She felt the baby moving inside and it made her drip even harder.

Lucius held her by the hair, guiding her movements. Molly looked up at him with eyes wet from pleasure, her whole expression showing complete submission and adoration.

A few minutes later he suddenly pulled her up, sat her on the edge of the desk and spread her thick thighs wide. Molly leaned back on her hands. Her huge belly rose between them, her heavy tits fully spilling out of the blouse.

“Please…” she begged in a squeaky voice. “Fill me… Give me another one…”

Lucius thrust into her with one powerful stroke. Molly cried out in pleasure — a high, squeaky, completely helpless scream. Her incredibly sensitive body reacted instantly. She came almost immediately, clenching hard around him, her juices squirting onto the desk.

“Yes… yes… deeper…” she moaned, rocking her huge belly in time with his thrusts. “I’m yours… completely yours… fill your assistant…”

Lucius fucked her hard and confidently, gripping her hips. Every thrust made her heavy tits bounce, milk leaking from her nipples in thin streams. Molly was in complete ecstasy. Her mind was clouded with only one desire — to be used, to be filled, to be pregnant again and again.

When Lucius finally came, pumping hot and thick deep inside her, Molly had a second, even stronger orgasm. She screamed, her whole body shaking, her huge belly trembling as her bright pink curls spilled across the desk.

They stayed like that for a few minutes. Lucius stroked her tight belly while Molly quietly purred in pleasure, feeling his cum stay inside her.

“Thank you, darling…” she whispered happily. “I’m so glad I can serve you.”

Lucius kissed her forehead and smiled.

“You’re the best thing I bought with that billion, Molly.”

She only gave a satisfied squeak in response, pressing her plump, pregnant, completely transformed body against him. Molly Weasley had finally found her true purpose.