No

The paper-thin transparent top barely contained Molly’s huge heavy tits — massive soft mounds jiggled with every breath, her dark thick nipples clearly visible through the fabric. The tiny pink thong completely disappeared between her plump juicy ass cheeks, leaving almost her entire big round ass on full display. Bright pink curls fell in heavy waves all the way down to her ass, constantly caressing the hypersensitive skin of her back and shoulders. Her soft round belly protruded slightly, and her thick thighs trembled with tension.

The Accountant’s offer hung in the air. 5,110 galleons. Enough to start rebuilding the Burrow. Enough to stop.

A real war was raging inside Molly. The remains of the old strong motherly Molly Weasley screamed desperately: “Accept it! For Arthur! For the kids! You’ve already gone too far!” But the new reprogrammed part — the sweet, horny, attention-hungry bimbo — whispered something completely different: “Just a little more… One more change… You can win a billion… And everyone will want you…”

She licked her plump lips and squeaked quietly but firmly in her high cartoonish voice:

“N-no… I… I’m continuing, Jack. I want to keep playing.”

The hall exploded with a delighted roar.

In the dark corner backstage, Arthur Weasley staggered. His face twisted in pain. Tears filled his eyes. He pressed his palms to his face, his shoulders shook, and a quiet, choked sob escaped his chest. Arthur nearly broke down crying — silently, desperately, trying not to attract the cameras, but his pain was visible to anyone looking that way. The man who had loved his wife his entire life was now watching her willingly sink deeper into the abyss.

Jack noticed and barely held back a satisfied smirk. He turned back to Molly, beaming with professional excitement.

“What courage! What determination! Dear viewers, Molly Weasley has refused the offer and is staying in the game! And without any break we move straight into the third round!”

The music grew louder, the lights brighter. Molly stood there breathing heavily. Her massive tits jiggled, nipples rubbing against the transparent fabric and sending sweet sparks straight to her lower belly. It was hot and wet between her plump thighs — her new career was already starting to affect her desires.

“In the third round you only need to open two cases,” Jack announced, stepping closer and openly eyeing her body. “That means everything will be decided very quickly. Pick the first number, sweetie.”

Molly shifted from foot to foot. Her big ass jiggled, the thong tightening. She felt thousands of eyes on her and it strangely turned her on more and more.

“N-number… seventeen…” she squeaked thinly.

Chrissy opened the chest. The silver bimbo silhouette flashed on the screen.

The hall roared.

Molly squeaked quietly and pressed her hands to her huge tits, causing them to spill out even more from the transparent top.

“Oh… again…” she breathed out, but in her squeaky voice there was not only fear anymore, but also a strange, excited anticipation.

Jack laughed with delight.

“First case of the third round and it’s bimbo right away! We’re right in the heart of mental changes, ladies and gentlemen! Category — Fetish!”

The Fate Collar began to slowly heat up at the base of her neck. Molly felt the light fog creeping into her mind again. She stood under the bright lights, her hyper-plump soft body trembling with a mix of shame, fear, and growing desire. Jack turned solemnly to the screen and announced the five voting options:

1. Breast Obsessed — an overwhelming fetish for her own breasts and breasts in general. Constant need to touch, show off, caress her tits and get pleasure when others touch them.

2. Public Performance — arousal from sex or nudity in public. The more spectators, the stronger the orgasms.

3. Latex and Lace — an irresistible attraction to latex, lace, corsets, and very tight shiny clothing that emphasizes every curve of her body.

4. Down and Dirty — love for rough, dirty, humiliating sex. The filthier and harder, the better.

5. Pleasure from Praise — intense arousal from praise, compliments, and approval. Every compliment about her body or actions causes a powerful wave of pleasure.

The hall buzzed as viewers voted actively. Molly stood in the center, breathing heavily. Her bright pink curls caressed her bare skin, her huge tits rose and fell, thick nipples poking painfully against the fabric. Her soft belly trembled, her wide thighs were tightly pressed together, and between them juices were already flowing freely.

She felt the collar preparing to change her deepest desires. The remains of the old Molly were still resisting, but the new bimbo part was already eagerly waiting to see what fetish she would become obsessed with next. Jack smiled at the cameras and announced loudly:

“Voting is open! Dear viewers, decide which vice will now control our plump, almost naked Molly Weasley!”

Molly squeaked in a quiet, trembling voice:

“Oh… please… be… gentle…”

But her body was already burning traitorously with anticipation.