Ginny Weasley

This is the continuation of the story about Molly after the Epilogue - https://chyoa.com/chapter/Epilogue.1867153.

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Bright pink and gold studio lights slowly flared to life, flooding the stage with dazzling, glamorous light. The familiar triumphant music swelled louder, and the auditorium, packed with hundreds of excited spectators, erupted into applause and cheers. Six months of the show’s silence had finally come to an end.

Jack stepped onto the stage with his usual confident stride—still as charming, with his perfect smile and predatory glint in his eyes.

— "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome back!" he exclaimed loudly and joyfully, spreading his arms wide. — "The show 'Bimbo or Billionaire' returns after a brief... technical hiatus! For six months, we’ve been dealing with certain issues involving the Auror Office, which suddenly took a very keen interest in our humble entertainment project. But, as you can see, everything has been resolved. We’re back, and today we have a very special episode!"

The audience responded with a roar of approval. Jack smirked, tilting his head slightly as if sharing a secret.

— "Some influential Aurors—especially one very famous young man with a scar—tried to shut us down. But the truth is on our side, and the audience is our real power in this country. And today, we’ll show that no one can stop the real show!"

He made a theatrical pause, savoring the tension in the room, before continuing:

— "And now, allow me to introduce our new brave contestant! Young, determined, full of resolve... Please welcome—Ginny Weasley!"

From backstage, to the sound of thunderous applause, Ginny emerged. She had only recently turned 18. She walked with her head held high and a stern, determined expression on her face. Her fiery red hair was tied back in a simple, strict ponytail. She wore modest, restrained clothing: a white blouse with long sleeves, buttoned almost to the top, a dark plaid skirt just below the knees, and comfortable flat shoes. The outfit emphasized her athletic, toned figure, shaped by years of Quidditch training.

Ginny had a small, neat chest—barely a B-cup—that was only faintly visible under her blouse. A clearly defined six-pack could be glimpsed even through the fabric, her strong, muscular legs those of an athlete, and a small, firm backside she had never flaunted. She looked composed, strong, and full of determination—the complete opposite of the voluptuous, decadent bimbo her mother had become six months ago.

Jack approached her with a wide smile and extended his hand. Ginny shook it briefly and firmly, never breaking eye contact.

— "Ginny, tell us a little about yourself," Jack requested, winking at the audience.

Ginny took a deep breath and spoke in a steady, confident voice, though a restrained tension lingered beneath it:

— "My name is Ginny Weasley. I’m 18 years old. I play Quidditch for the Holyhead Harpies. I didn’t come here for fame or entertainment. I’m here to win money. A lot of money. My family... our family has suffered. And I’ll do anything to save my mother. To bring her back."

The audience fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted into loud applause. Some shouted words of encouragement, others laughed—everyone knew Molly’s story.

Jack’s smile widened, but there was a clear mockery in it.

— "What a touching story! A daughter coming to save her mother. How sweet. Good luck, Ginny. You’re going to need it. A lot of it."

He turned to the audience, dramatically spreading his arms.

— "For those who might have forgotten, let me remind you of the rules! Twenty-four chests. Twelve steps on the board. Each chest holds either money or a transformation. The magical 'Fate Collar' is already ready to reshape our new contestant. Physical changes in the first round, mental in the second and beyond. The game continues until twelve bimbo- or cash-transformations are collected. Winning a billion is practically impossible... but it’s always worth a try!"

Jack looked back at Ginny, who stood with a stony face, her fists clenched.

— "Do you still want to play, Ginny?"

— "Yes," she replied firmly, staring straight ahead. — "I’m ready."

— "Then let the show begin!" Jack exclaimed joyfully.

The lights grew even brighter. The music played louder. The audience erupted into applause again as Jack dramatically waved his hand, and a board with twenty-four pink chests lit up on the giant screen. The spotlight grew brighter, and pink reflections danced across the stage. Ginny stood behind a small podium, maintaining her stern, focused expression. Her athletic figure—toned abs, the strong legs of a Quidditch chaser, and her neat, modest B-cup breasts—looked especially striking against the glamorous, hyper-sexualized backdrop of the show. Her white blouse was buttoned all the way to the top, her dark skirt modestly covered her thighs, and her fiery red hair was tied back in a strict ponytail.

— "First round!" Jack announced loudly. — "Twelve chests, Ginny. Choose, my dear. And may luck be on your side... though we both know how much she loves to play tricks in our show."

Ginny took a deep breath, feeling the cold magical collar lightly brush against the skin of her neck. She had no intention of showing fear.

— "Number seven," she said in a firm, confident voice.

Chrissy, swaying her hips in her usual minimalistic outfit, approached the shimmering chest and opened it. A golden cash symbol flashed on the screen.

Cash.

The audience let out a disappointed murmur, but Ginny couldn’t suppress a small smile. The first step on the cash side lit up—one whip. A small amount, but it was a victory.

— "An excellent start!" Jack smiled at her, almost sincerely. — "One whip in the bag. Let’s keep going!"

Ginny felt a surge of confidence. Her heart beat faster, but now it was more excitement than fear. She clenched her fists and straightened up, causing her strong shoulders and toned abs to subtly press against her blouse.

— "Number fourteen," she said, already a bit bolder.

Chrissy opened the next chest. Again, the golden symbol.

Cash.

Now ten whips glowed on the board. The audience groaned in disappointment again, but Ginny couldn’t help it—a triumphant smile bloomed on her face. She raised her fist in victory, and her strong legs shifted slightly, emphasizing her athletic figure.

— "Yes!" she exhaled quietly but emotionally. Two cash cases in a row. That was a good sign. Maybe luck was on her side. Maybe she could pull her mother out of this nightmare without becoming... the same.

Jack stepped closer, smiling sweetly and almost affectionately. His eyes sparkled.

— "Congratulations, Ginny! Two cash cases right at the start—that’s truly impressive. You’re doing wonderfully. Your mother wasn’t this lucky in the first round. Keep it up."

Ginny nodded, still feeling the rush of triumph. Adrenaline coursed pleasantly through her body, warming her leg muscles and abs. She even allowed herself a brief, confident glance at the audience.

— "Thanks, Jack. I’m not here to lose."

— "Of course, of course," Jack replied softly, but a faint smirk had already crept into his smile. — "Choose the next number, my dear."

Ginny hesitated for a second.

— "Number twenty-one."

Chrissy approached the chest. The lock clicked. This time, the audience held its breath.

A silvery bimbo silhouette flashed brightly on the screen.

The audience exploded in delighted cheers.

Ginny felt the blood instantly drain from her face. Her body trembled—not from fear, but from pure, searing anger. Her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She abruptly turned to Jack, her eyes burning with fury.

— "No..." she hissed through her teeth in a low, trembling-with-rage voice. — "No, damn it!"

The Collar of Fate around her neck warmed slightly, as if anticipating its work. Ginny instinctively grabbed it with one hand, as if trying to tear it off, but the artifact held firm. A wave of anger rolled through her entire body—from her strong legs to her toned stomach and modest chest. She breathed heavily, her nostrils flaring.

Jack theatrically sighed but couldn’t hide the pleasure in his voice.

— "Oh, Ginny... The third case—and already a bimbo. It happens. Don’t be so upset. The category is... Lips!"

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

1. Permanent Pink Gloss – Lips permanently covered in bright pink, shiny, wet gloss that never fades and looks extremely seductive.

2. Pleasure Pillows – Lips greatly increase in size, becoming plump, soft, and hyper-sensitive. Every touch or even a breath induces pleasant sensations.

3. Always Ready – Lips become permanently slightly parted in an "O" shape, perfectly suited for... certain activities, with increased salivation.

4. Sensitive & Swollen – Lips periodically swell from arousal, becoming bright red and ultra-sensitive to any touch.

5. Cock-Sucking Perfection – Lips transform into the perfect shape for oral pleasure—plump, soft, with a natural vacuum effect and enhanced elasticity.

Ginny stood trembling with rage. Her strong legs were tense, her abs under the blouse slightly quivered. She looked at the options with unhidden disgust, imagining how each one could change her face. Her neat, natural lips—a part of her athletic, serious image—could now become something vulgar and sexual.

— "You... bastards..." she hissed quietly, but the microphones picked up every word, and the audience responded with a new burst of laughter and applause.

Jack smiled even wider and turned to the audience.

— "Voting is open, my dear friends! You have thirty seconds to decide what beautiful little lips our determined Ginny Weasley will have. Choose with feeling!"