Epilogue

In a small, stuffy filming room at Gregory Goyle Studio, the air was thick with the scent of sweat, cum, cheap perfume, and magical lube. On a dirty, worn mattress in the center of the room, bathed in harsh, merciless spotlights, lay Molly Weasley—now known throughout magical Britain as Molly Bimbo, the studio’s main MILF porn star.

Her body had become even more lush and succulent over the past two months of constant filming. Her enormous, heavy H-cup (or beyond) breasts swayed with every movement, her nipples permanently hard and slightly reddened from frequent use. Her soft, rounded belly pleasantly protruded, her wide, thick thighs glistened with sweat and juices, and her big, firm ass was already covered in fresh red handprints.

She wore an extremely lewd outfit, perfect for the "Cuckold Mommy" scene:

A sheer, completely transparent white apron with lace trim that barely covered her nipples and ended just below her navel, leaving her enormous breasts and soft belly almost completely exposed. Around her neck was a choker with the words "Sonny’s Slutty Mommy." Tiny pink string thongs that completely disappeared between her plump cheeks and were already soaked through. Black, shiny stockings with wide lace bands and red high-heeled shoes on impossibly tall stilettos. Her bright pink curls were tied into two high ponytails, adorned with bows, making her look like a stupid, overripe doll.

At the moment, Molly was on all fours on the dirty mattress. Four actors were fucking her simultaneously.

One of them—a tall, lanky brunette named Zabini—had been Ron’s classmate. The very guy who, along with Goyle and Malfoy, had once bullied her son. Now he knelt in front of Molly, roughly fucking her mouth while holding her by her pink ponytails.

— Ohhh, fuck… Mommy Weasley sucks like a real bimbo slut… — he growled, thrusting deep into her throat.

Molly giggled joyfully, even though her mouth was completely stuffed with his thick cock. Drool dripped from her chin onto her enormous breasts, then from her nipples.

— Hee-hee-hee! Mmmmph! — she tried to speak without taking the cock out of her mouth. — Molly looooves when Sonny’s friends use her so hard! Molly’s a bad mommy… a very, very dirty mommy!

From behind, a muscular blonde was roughly fucking her. He gripped her wide hips tightly and rammed into her wet, squelching pussy with powerful, deep thrusts. Each impact made her big, soft ass ripple in waves, and her heavy breasts sway back and forth.

The third actor stood to the side, roughly kneading her enormous tits, slapping them, and pinching her thick nipples. The fourth was just jerking off, watching the scene and waiting his turn.

— Look at this stupid cow, — Zabini laughed, pulling harder on her hair. — She used to be a proud witch, and now she’s just a common bimbo hole for anyone who wants. How do you like that, Molly? Will your son Ron ever find out that his mommy is now the main porn slut of the magical world?

Molly pulled the cock out of her mouth with a loud pop, a thick string of saliva stretching from her lips. She giggled stupidly and happily, her empty eyes sparkling with pleasure.

— Hee-hee-hee! Molly doesn’t know who this Ronny is… but if he’s her sonny, then let him watch! Molly now loves being fucked hard and dirty! Molly’s a silly, wet cuckold mommy! Oooooh, yeees! Harder, please! Fuck Molly like a cheap street whore!

The blonde behind her slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark.

— You heard her? This stupid bitch wants it harder!

He sped up, ramming into her so deeply that the mattress creaked. Molly moaned loudly, arching her back and thrusting her huge ass out even more. Her pussy was dripping heavily, her juices already soaking her thighs and the mattress beneath her.

— Yeees! Spank Molly! Fuck her fat ass! Molly loves when all of Sonny’s friends use her! Molly’s the happiest bimbo in the world! Hee-hee-hee!

Zabini shoved his cock back into her mouth, fucking her throat with hard thrusts. Molly blissfully rolled her eyes back, her body trembling with pleasure. She completely surrendered to the sensations: rough hands on her breasts, a thick cock in her pussy, another in her throat, slaps on her ass. Her mind, now pleasantly empty and pink, wasn’t thinking about anything complex. Only about how good it felt to be used. How nice it was to be a stupid, lustful porn mommy.

After a few minutes, they switched positions. Now Zabini was inside her pussy, and the blonde took her mouth. The other two took turns shoving their cocks into her hands, making her jerk them off.

— Say it for the camera, slut, — the director commanded.

Molly, with a cock in her mouth, squeaked out her best, looking directly into the lens:

— Helllooo, sonnies! Your mommy Molly now makes porn! She loves when your friends fuck her! Molly’s a stupid bimbo slut who cums from being fucked hard! Come visit Molly… she’ll feed you… with her body! Hee-hee-hee!

The audience on set—and the future viewers of the film—were meant to get maximum pleasure from her complete fall.

Molly came first—loudly, shrilly, her entire lush body trembling. Her pussy clenched tightly around Zabini’s cock, spraying juices. But the actors didn’t stop. They continued using her body for a long time—flipping her, putting her in different positions, cumming on her face, chest, and in her mouth.

Molly just giggled happily and asked for more.

— More… Molly wants more… Molly will never get enough of big, thick cocks… Molly’s an eternal bimbo hole…

By the end of the shoot, her bright pink curls were tangled, her face and enormous breasts were covered in thick layers of cum, and she lay on her back on the dirty mattress, her thick thighs spread wide, stupidly smiling at the camera.

— That was the best shoot of Molly’s life… — she squeaked in a satisfied, sleepy voice. — Thank you, boys… come again… Mommy will always be happy to serve you…

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Two months later.

The filming ended late in the evening. Molly stumbled out of Gregory Goyle Studio with a stupid, satisfied smile on her face. Her bright pink curls were disheveled, her face and enormous breasts still covered in dried traces of cum, which she hadn’t even thought to wipe off. She still wore her filming outfit: a completely transparent white apron barely covering her nipples, tiny pink string thongs, black stockings, and red stiletto heels. Every step made her massive breasts sway heavily, and her big, soft ass sway seductively.

— Hee-hee-hee… Molly worked so hard today… — she squeaked to herself in a high, empty voice. — So many yummy big cocks… Molly’s such a happy bimbo…

She apparated directly to the Burrow. The house had finally been rebuilt with the 5,110 Galleons she had won. It looked almost the same as before—cozy, slightly crooked, with a high roof. But everything inside had changed.

Molly materialized at the entrance just as Ginny and Harry were leaving. Harry walked first, his head lowered. The moment he saw his mother-in-law, his face twisted in pain and disgust. He didn’t even lift his eyes to her nearly naked, cum-covered body. He just abruptly turned away.

— I… I’ll wait outside, — he said hoarsely to Ginny and instantly apparated with a loud pop.

Molly blinked stupidly, tilting her head.

— Oh… was that Harry-Potterkin? Why did he run away so fast? Molly wanted to show him her titties… they’re so soft and full today…

Ginny stood on the threshold. Her eyes were red from tears. She looked at her mother—this overripe, hyper-sexualized bimbo with bright pink curls, in a transparent apron, with enormous breasts and a thick ass that still smelled of sex—and couldn’t hold back her sobs.

— Mom… — she whispered in a trembling voice.

Molly giggled happily and spread her arms wide.

— Ginny-baby! Hello! Come hug your silly mommy! Molly starred in such a cool movie today! Ronny’s friends fucked her so deliciously! Hee-hee-hee!

Ginny stepped forward and hugged her mother tightly. Her hands trembled. She could smell the scent of another man’s cum, feel the enormous soft breasts pressing against her, hear her mother’s stupid giggles.

— Mom… please… — Ginny sobbed, not letting go. — I’ll fix everything. I’ll find a way to bring you back. This isn’t you… this isn’t my mom. I promise. I love you. So, so much…

Molly blinked with empty eyes and patted her daughter on the back.

— Oh, Ginny, why are you crying? Molly’s so happy! She’s got so many big cocks now, and everyone loves her! Molly’s a famous porn star! Hee-hee! Want Molly to tell you how four of them fucked her today? It felt so nice!

Ginny pulled away, wiping her tears. Her lips trembled.

— I… I’ll be back soon. Hold on, Mom. Please…

She gave her mother one last pained look, then apparated.

Molly was left alone at the door. She shrugged, smiling stupidly.

— Strange Ginny today… Oh well! Molly wants to go home!

She entered the Burrow. The house was quiet and empty. Arthur sat in the living room in his old armchair, staring into the fire. When Molly entered, he looked up, and his face twisted in pain again. Before him stood not his beloved wife, but a vacuous, cum-covered bimbo slut in a transparent apron.

— Molly… — he said quietly.

— Arthurkin! — she squeaked joyfully and ran up to him, her breasts swaying heavily. — Molly worked so hard today! Want her to show you how they fucked her? Or should she sit on your little cock right now?

Arthur turned away, his hands trembling.

— I… can’t tonight, dear. I’m tired.

— Ooooh… okay… — Molly pouted, but quickly forgot her sadness. — Then Molly will go upstairs and play with herself! Her pussy’s still so wet…

She climbed the stairs to her bedroom, swaying her huge ass. Arthur remained sitting downstairs, covering his face with his hands. Silent, soundless tears streamed down his cheeks. He loved her. Still loved her. But seeing the woman he had adored transformed into this… was unbearable.

Molly entered the bedroom, closed the door, and immediately flopped onto the large bed. She spread her thick thighs wide and slid her hand under her wet thong.

— Mmmm… — she squeaked sweetly, beginning to slowly rub her swollen clit. — Molly’s so dirty… so stupid…

Her fingers moved quickly, sinking into her abundantly dripping pussy. With her other hand, she roughly kneaded her enormous left breast, pinching the thick nipple.

— Ooooh… yeees… Molly loves being fucked… hard… dirty… — she murmured, rolling her eyes back. — Imagining how Ronny’s friends come back… and all use her like a slut… Hee-hee-hee! Molly’s a bad mommy… a very bad one…

She sped up her movements, loudly squelching her fingers in her wet pussy. Her heavy breasts swayed, her nipples stood erect. Bright pink curls were scattered across the pillow. Her soft belly trembled with every thrust of her hips.

— Aaaaaahhh! Molly’s cumming… Molly’s cumming from the thought of being fucked by everyone in a row! — she squealed and arched her back, spraying juices onto the sheets.

But even after her orgasm, she didn’t stop. She rolled onto her stomach, lifted her big ass, and continued masturbating, shoving two fingers into her pussy and one into her tight asshole.

— More… Molly wants more… — she moaned, giggling stupidly between moans. — Molly will never get enough… Molly’s an eternal bimbo hole… Hee-hee-hee!

Downstairs, Arthur heard the loud moans and squelching sounds from the bedroom. He closed his eyes and quietly cried. The house was rebuilt, but the family was gone. The sons barely visited—it was too painful for them to see what their mother had become. Only Ginny occasionally appeared, trying to preserve whatever she could.

And Molly continued to furiously masturbate on the bed, completely happy in her new, empty, lustful life. Her mind was pleasantly pink and empty. She didn’t understand the pain she was causing. She just wanted more and more.

— Molly… loves… being a slut… — she whispered, trembling in another orgasm.

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Ginny stood in Goyle’s office, glaring with disdain at the man who had ruined their lives.

— "How much?" she demanded. "How much do you need to let my mum go?"

— "Heh, I think your mum would object if you took her away!" Goyle laughed maliciously, his double chin trembling as he devoured another burger, the buttons of his shirt straining as if they might pop off at any moment. But Ginny was willing to endure the sight if it meant saving her mother.

— "You know this isn’t her! Just tell me how much you want!"

— "Mmmm..." He licked his greasy fingers, still coated in sauce. "One million Galleons."

— "What? Are you insane?!"

— "Ha, aren’t parents priceless? This is still a good deal. I’ve invested a lot in her—costumes, contraceptives. Though, I could lower the price a bit, but the next shoot will be without..."

— "No!" The mere thought of her mother getting pregnant filled Ginny with horror. "Fine... Fine! I agree!"

Ginny knew there was only one place where she could earn that kind of money in a short time...

To be continued...