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Molly stood in the center of the stage, her huge, soft, hypersensitive body brightly lit by the spotlights. The paper-thin transparent top barely contained her massive heavy tits, 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. Her bright pink curls down to her ass swayed heavily with every movement, caressing the velvety skin of her back and the upper part of her buttocks. She breathed heavily in her high cartoonish voice, feeling herself getting extremely wet between her thighs again.

Jack turned to her with a wide grin.

“So, Molly? 12,500 galleons — yours. The Accountant offers you to walk away right now. What do you say?”

Molly bit her plump lower lip. New thoughts swirled in her head about Lucius Malfoy, about how she could be useful to him, how she would serve him… But deep inside, a faint desire to finish the game for her family still flickered.

“I… I can’t stop now,” she squeaked thinly, with a slight tremor in her voice. “I want to continue. For… for more. I’ll be able to help Mr. Malfoy even better if I win for real.”

The hall exploded with enthusiastic cheers and applause.

In the dark corner, Arthur Weasley couldn’t take it anymore. His face twisted in pain. Tears poured from his eyes. He quietly broke down into harsh sobs, covering his face with his hands, then turned and practically ran out of the room. His shoulders shook. He couldn’t watch any longer as his beloved wife, the mother of his children, turned into this… thing. Molly didn’t see him leave — she was too focused on the stage.

Arthur, still sobbing, almost ran into the corridor backstage. There, leaning against the wall with a glass of expensive wine in his hand, stood Lucius Malfoy. Immaculate in a black suit, with long pale hair and a haughty smirk. He was clearly enjoying the show.

“Oh, Weasley…” Lucius drawled in a velvet, venomous voice. “How touching. You’re running away, leaving your fat pink-haired little wife on stage? Look at her already dripping at the thought of serving me. Soon she’ll be on her knees in my office, those massive tits on the table, calling me ‘Master Malfoy’ while I use her new soft body. And you… you’ll be home alone, remembering what she used to be.”

Arthur stopped. His fists clenched, tears streaming down his cheeks. He wanted to punch him, scream, curse… But the words stuck in his throat. The helplessness was absolute. He couldn’t even reply — he just stared at Lucius with eyes full of pain, then lowered his head and shuffled away. Lucius laughed loudly and contemptuously after him.

“That’s right, blood traitor. Enjoy what’s left of your wife.”

Meanwhile, on stage, Jack clapped his hands cheerfully.

“Excellent decision, Molly! No break — straight into the third round! Now there are only two cases left. If you’re lucky, you can walk away with a very decent sum. Pick the first number, sweetie!”

Molly stood there, lightly swaying her wide hips. Her new body was burning. The transparent fabric of the top rubbed against her sensitive nipples, the thong dug deep between her wet folds. She felt strangely aroused by the fact that she had refused to leave. The desire to help Lucius Malfoy pulsed warmly in her head.

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

Chrissy opened the chest. The silver bimbo silhouette flashed brightly.

The hall roared.

“Oh yeah!” Jack raised his arms triumphantly. “First case of the third round and it’s bimbo right away! Category — Fetishes!”

Molly squeaked quietly, feeling the collar heating up again. Her massive tits rose and fell faster. She already knew — this would be a deep, very personal change.

Jack turned to the screen and announced the five voting options:

1. Breast Obsessed — strong addiction to breast stimulation. She will constantly crave her big tits being touched, sucked, and fucked. Orgasms from breast stimulation alone will become possible.

2. Public Performance — strong arousal from being watched, especially in explicit situations. Desire to show herself off and masturbate in public.

3. Submissive Pleaser — deep need to please dominant men, especially authoritative ones. Desire to obey, follow orders, and get pleasure from praise.

4. Cock Worship — strong fetish for cocks. Desire to look at them, touch them, suck them, worship them. Constant thoughts about pleasing them.

5. Pregnancy & Breeding Kink — strong arousal from the thought of pregnancy, being filled, and motherhood in a sexual way. Desire to be used for breeding.

Molly stood under the bright lights, her plump, almost naked body trembling. Her bright pink curls caressed her skin, her nipples ached, and juices flowed freely between her legs. She felt the new fog already creeping into her mind, ready to rewrite her deepest desires.

Jack smiled at the cameras:

“Voting is open, dear viewers! Decide which fetish will now control our plump, obedient Molly!”