Second Round

The studio lights dimmed softly, bathing the stage in a gentle pinkish twilight. The loud music faded, replaced by the low buzz of the audience — people discussing what they’d seen, laughing, and placing bets. Molly slowly walked backstage behind a small screen where a little rest area had been set up for the participants. Her new body felt heavy and strange. Every step sent soft, rolling jiggles through her massive, swollen tits, which now noticeably weighed her shoulders forward. Her soft round belly swayed gently as she walked, and her thick plump thighs rubbed together, creating a constant slippery wet friction. Her bright pink curls down to her ass swung heavily, caressing the hypersensitive skin of her back and the upper part of her buttocks with every movement.

She had barely leaned her back against the wall when her legs started shaking. Tears instantly poured from her eyes.

“Oh… Merlin…” she squeaked in her new high, cartoonish voice. The sound came out so pitiful and helpless that Molly cried even harder.

From the shadows, Arthur quickly stepped toward her. His face was pale, his eyes full of pain and love. He was in his usual worn-out robes but looked like he had aged ten years in one round.

“Molly… my love…” he said quietly, immediately reaching for her.

She sobbed and threw herself against his chest. Her huge soft tits pressed against him first — heavy, hot, and hypersensitive. Even through his robe fabric, Molly felt her nipples instantly react, hardening and shooting a sharp burst of pleasure down to her belly. She tried to pull back in shame, but Arthur held her tightly.

“Shhh… It’s okay, my dear. I’m here,” he whispered, stroking her bright pink curls. His fingers accidentally tangled in the voluminous locks, and Molly shuddered involuntarily — the touch to her hair sent a warm wave down her entire back.

“Arthur… I… I look terrible…” she squeaked in her thin, childish voice and burst into tears again, burying her face in his shoulder. Tears ran down her cheeks and dripped onto her own massive tits. “These curls… this voice… and now my body… I’ve become so… so soft… so… huge…”

She sobbed while her new body traitorously reacted to her husband’s closeness. Her wide hips squeezed together slightly, and it grew hot and wet between her legs again. Her soft plump belly pressed against him, and her noticeably bigger, rounder ass swayed from the trembling. Every sob made her tits jiggle and rub against his clothes, sending fresh sparks of shameful pleasure.

Arthur stroked her back, trying not to touch too intimately, but his palm still slid over her hypersensitive skin. Molly let out a quiet squeak — the sound far too aroused.

“I see what they’ve done to you,” he said sadly, kissing the top of her head between the pink curls. “You’re still my Molly. The strongest, most caring woman in the world. But… this has gone too far. You’ve suffered enough.”

Molly lifted her tear-stained face. Her kind eyes, now framed by bright pink strands, looked at him with despair and shame.

“I wanted the money for the Burrow… for the family…” she squeaked thinly. “But now I… I can’t even speak normally. And my body… it’s so sensitive, Arthur. Every movement… every touch…” She blushed even harder. “I can’t keep going like this. The audience… they look at me like I’m… like a toy.”

Arthur sighed heavily and hugged her tighter. His hands settled on her wide soft hips, and Molly involuntarily arched at the contact — her new body instantly responded with heat.

“Listen to me, my love,” he said seriously, looking straight into her eyes. “As soon as this ‘Accountant’ makes his offer after the round — accept it. Immediately. No matter how much money. We’ll find another way to fix the house. I don’t want you to turn into… someone we both won’t recognize. You’ve already changed enough. Please, Molly. Promise me.”

Molly sobbed and nodded, burying her face in his chest. Her bright pink curls spilled over his shoulders while her plump soft body trembled in his arms.

“I promise…” she squeaked almost inaudibly. “I’ll try to get out as soon as I can.”

Arthur kissed her forehead, then her wet cheek. His hands gently stroked her back, trying to comfort her, but every touch made her new hypersensitive body respond with small shameful bursts of pleasure. Molly pressed closer to him, enjoying her husband’s closeness while burning with shame at how desperately her body now craved touch.

In the distance, the first sounds of preparation for the second round could already be heard. The lights slowly began to brighten.

Arthur pulled back but still held her hands.

“I’ll be here. I love you, Molly. No matter what you become.”

She only squeaked quietly in reply, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, and nodded.

The studio lights gradually grew brighter. Pink and gold spotlights flared up again, flooding the stage with dazzling glamorous shine. The music grew louder — a playful, pulsing melody full of suggestion. The hall exploded with applause and whistles. The break was over.

Molly stood backstage for a few more seconds, pressed against Arthur. Her huge soft body trembled. The tears had dried, but her cheeks remained wet and hot. She took a deep breath, causing her heavy swollen tits to jiggle and stretch the thin top tight, making her nipples rub painfully against the fabric. Between her plump thighs it was still wet and hot.

“It’s time, my love…” Arthur whispered quietly, squeezing her hand. “Remember what I said.”

Molly nodded, squeaked something barely audible, gathered what was left of her strength, and stepped back onto the stage. Every step was difficult. Her new “Soft and Plump All Over” body swayed openly and heavily. Her massive tits jiggled side to side, her soft round belly wobbled gently, and her thick juicy thighs and big round ass moved in a hypnotic feminine roll. Her bright pink curls down to her ass beat against her back and buttocks in heavy waves, sending flashes of pleasant goosebumps across her hypersensitive skin. The short skirt barely covered the bottom third of her enlarged ass, and Molly constantly felt the cool studio air on her exposed thighs.

The hall greeted her with an enthusiastic roar. Men whistled, women laughed and applauded.

Jack smiled widely and walked out to meet her, spreading his arms theatrically.

“And here’s our beloved Molly Weasley! Back with us even more… ripe and juicy! Take a look at her, ladies and gentlemen!”

He took her hand and led her to the center of the stage, right under the bright spotlights. Molly felt thousands of eyes devouring every detail of her new body — from the bright pink curls to her heavily jiggling tits and wide hips. She stood there red as a tomato, trying not to make any extra sounds.

“Hello, dear viewers!” Jack announced loudly. “We’re back for the second round! Molly has already gone through the physical changes and, I must say, looks absolutely stunning now. But starting with the second round, the game gets much more interesting… and much more dangerous.”

He turned to Molly, his gaze slowly sliding over her plump curves.

“Now, darling, we’re moving on to mental changes. To what’s inside you. To your mind, habits, desires, and very essence. The first round changed your body. The second will change who you are.”

Molly felt a chill run down her spine despite the heat between her legs. Her squeaky voice trembled traitorously:

“N-no… please…” she squeaked thinly, and the hall answered with laughter. The shame burned her harder than before. Mental changes… This wasn’t just hair or figure anymore. This could change her love for her family, her personality, her loyalty to Arthur. She clenched her fists, making her huge tits jiggle even more noticeably.

Jack noticed her fear and smiled even wider.

“Exactly, Molly. The viewers will decide what thoughts, desires, and habits you’ll live with from now on. Ready to continue?”

Molly stayed silent for a few seconds, breathing heavily. Her soft belly rose and fell, pink curls caressing her shoulders. She remembered the promise she made to Arthur. But quitting now meant giving up without a fight.

“Y-yes…” she squeaked finally, blushing even harder.

“Excellent!” Jack clapped his hands. “Second round! Six chests. Pick the first number, sweetie.”

Molly licked her dry lips. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like her tits would burst out of the top.

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

Chrissy swayed her hips and walked over to chest №4. The lock clicked. The hall held its breath.

The silver bimbo silhouette flashed brightly on the screen.

The hall exploded with a joyful roar.

Molly squeaked quietly in despair and covered her face with her hands. Her massive tits jiggled heavily from the movement.

“Oh, Molly…” Jack sighed theatrically, but pleasure was clear in his voice. “First case of the second round and it’s bimbo right away! Congratulations, we’re moving on to mental changes!”

He turned to the big screen.

“Category — Clothing Style!”

Molly felt the Fate Collar slowly heating up again at the base of her neck. A light fog was already creeping into the edges of her mind — the harbinger of mental change. She stood there trembling with her entire plump soft body, waiting for the verdict.

Jack solemnly announced the five voting options:

1. Sunny Day Dresses — light, airy, very short summer dresses in pastel colors that barely cover her ass and show deep cleavage for her huge tits. She’ll have to wear them almost all the time.

2. Party All The Time — bright, tight, shiny club outfits: mini-dresses, latex tops, fishnet stockings, and high heels. Even in everyday life.

3. Tripping the Flesh Fantastic — maximally revealing, almost transparent or extremely skimpy outfits. A tendency to always pick the shortest and most exposing clothes in any situation.

4. Elegant yet Slutty — luxurious but extremely sexual dresses: deep necklines, slits up to the hips, figure-hugging, emphasizing every plump curve.

5. Cute and Bouncy — cute but very sexy outfits in “dolly girl” style: short fluffy skirts, tops with bows, knee socks, lace — everything that maximally highlights the softness and plumpness of her body.

The hall buzzed as viewers reached for their magic voting devices.

Molly stood in the center of the stage, breathing heavily in her squeaky little breaths. Her huge soft body burned with shame and growing arousal. Bright pink curls caressed her sensitive skin, her heavy tits rose and fell, and between her plump thighs it became very wet again. The thought that her mind would soon start changing — along with how she dressed — terrified her to the core.

“P-please…” she squeaked quietly, but her voice sounded so helpless and arousing that it only heightened the crowd’s delight.

Jack smiled and turned to the cameras:

“Voting is open! Dear viewers, decide what our plump Molly Weasley will be wearing from now on!”