Bimbo

The hall fell into a tense, expectant silence. Chrissy approached chest number 23 with a swaying, sensual gait. Her fingers clicked the lock. The lid slowly rose.

A silvery bimbo silhouette flared on the massive screen with a bright, provocative light.

The hall exploded in a deafening, animalistic roar of delight and lust.

Molly let out a quiet squeak. Her enormous, barely covered by a sheer top breasts swayed heavily. She instinctively pressed her hands to her massive, soft chest, causing it to spill out even more from the flimsy fabric, her dark, thick nipples fully visible through the material.

— Ooohhh… again… — she squeaked in her high, cartoonish voice, but there was no longer the previous pure horror in that squeak. Only trembling, excited anticipation.

Jack smiled widely, almost predatory, and raised his hands, calming the audience.

— "Ladies and gentlemen! The final case of the third round—and once again, a bimbo! We’ve reached the very bottom, the final step! The category… Intelligence!"

A particularly loud, lustful murmur swept through the hall. Everyone knew what this meant. The final, irreversible change.

Molly felt the Collar of Fate instantly heat up at the base of her neck. A hot, thick, sweet wave of magic surged directly into her mind, like thick syrup infused with pink mist. She let out a long, thin moan, bending forward. Her bright pink curls fell in heavy waves over her face and enormous chest, caressing her hyper-sensitive skin.

— Aaaaaahhhh… — a high, trembling moan escaped her.

The mist filled her mind quickly and mercilessly. First, complex thoughts disappeared. Memories of the war, of spells, of the Order of the Phoenix’s strategies—all of it began to melt like sugar in hot tea. She tried to hold onto them—to remember the faces of her children, Arthur’s voice, her past life—but they slipped away, becoming blurred, unimportant.

"No… please… I don’t want… I’m smart… I was… I…"

But the words in her mind became simpler. Shorter. Slower.

The mist penetrated deeper. Her IQ plummeted rapidly. Complex sentences in her mind broke down into individual words. Thoughts of family, money, the future—all of it began to seem distant and boring. Instead, bright, simple, primitive images flared in her mind: thick cocks, rough hands on her big soft ass, cum on her face and chest, crude words that now made her body tremble with excitement.

Molly collapsed to her knees right on the stage. Her thick thighs spread wide, the tiny wet thong completely soaked and barely covering anything. She grabbed her enormous, heavy breasts with both hands and squeezed hard, moaning with pleasure. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, and every touch sent powerful jolts straight to her clit.

— Mmmm… brain… is getting… so… empty… — she squeaked in a thin voice, struggling to find the words. Each word came with effort, but it felt good to say them. — So… nice… empty…

Jack laughed loudly and joyfully, stepping closer.

— "There it is, dear viewers! The last and sweetest change! Molly Weasley will no longer be a smart mother and witch. She’s losing almost all her intelligence! From now on, she’s an absolutely stupid, silly, lustful bimbo porn star! Her thoughts will be as simple as a doll’s. She’ll only think about sex, her body, and how to please others and herself. Complex words, plans, memories—all of it is gone. All that’s left is a sweet, airheaded, always wet MILF bimbo!"

Molly lifted her head. Her eyes had become glassy, her gaze empty yet hungry. Her smile turned stupid, wide, and playful. A bit of drool trickled down her chin, but she didn’t even notice.

— Uuuu… Molly… now… dumb… — she squeaked and giggled. The sound was high-pitched and completely mindless. — Molly loves… big cocks… and when she gets fucked… hard… dirty…

She got down on all fours without waiting for permission and began slowly swaying her enormous, round, fully exposed ass. Her plump cheeks jiggled, the thong completely disappearing between them. Her soft belly sagged slightly downward, her massive breasts swayed heavily, barely held by the sheer top. Her bright pink curls were scattered across her back and shoulders.

Inside her, the last remnants of the old Molly still weakly screamed—somewhere very deep, in the farthest corner of her consciousness. But their voice was too quiet. Too weak. The new Molly had already won. She wanted only one thing: to be fucked. Hard. Dirty. To be used like a cheap porn toy. To be cummed on, spanked, pulled by her pink hair, and called a stupid bimbo slut.

— Molly… wants… to be in… porn… — she squeaked, running a hand between her legs and moaning loudly. Her fingers immediately became wet. — Wants… everyone to watch… how she… gets fucked… hard…

Jack stood over her, enjoying the sight.

— "Fully complete!" he announced triumphantly. — "Before you now stands the real, absolutely stupid bimbo porn star Molly! No intelligence. No complex thoughts. Just a body, pleasure, and the desire to be used. The perfect star for Gregory Goyle Studio!"

The hall roared, whistled, and applauded. Molly continued to stay on all fours, smiling stupidly and swaying her enormous soft ass. Her mind was now pleasantly empty, pink, and warm. She felt only excitement, the weight of her breasts, the wetness between her legs, and the desire for someone to finally take her right there, on stage.

Jack stood in the center of the stage with a wide, predatory smile, savoring the moment. Molly was still on all fours, smiling stupidly and swaying her enormous, round, fully exposed ass. Her bright pink curls were scattered across her back, the microscopic sheer top barely holding her massive, heavy breasts, which swayed heavily with every movement. The thin fabric was completely wet from her juices, the tiny pink thong had completely disappeared between her plump cheeks. Her soft, rounded belly trembled slightly, and her thick thighs glistened with abundant moisture trickling down them.

— "And now, dear viewers," Jack announced loudly, — "allow me to introduce the man who will henceforth be responsible for the career of our new star!"

He snapped his fingers, and from behind the curtains emerged Gregory Goyle. A thick, flabby middle-aged man with a greasy face and small, greedy eyes. His expensive but ill-fitting suit barely buttoned over his enormous belly. A nasty, self-satisfied smirk played on his face—one that Molly remembered all too well from her school days. Goyle, one of those Slytherins who constantly bullied her son Ron and Harry.

Goyle slowly approached Molly, openly eyeing her nearly naked body. His gaze lingered on her enormous breasts, then traveled down to her wide hips and big, jiggling ass. He licked his thick lips.

Molly lifted her empty, glassy eyes to him and giggled stupidly in her high, squeaky voice.

— Ooooh, heeee… hello, Mister Goylik… — she squeaked, swaying her ass from side to side. — You’re so… big and… important… like you’ve got something veeeery tasty in your pants…

Jack laughed and placed a hand on Goyle’s shoulder.

— "Molly, meet Gregory Goyle, your new manager and owner of Gregory Goyle Studio. It’s in his studio that you’ll now be working as the main star!"

Goyle smirked nastily, looking down at the kneeling Molly. He extended a thick, sweaty hand and roughly grabbed her by her bright pink curls, pulling slightly upward. Molly let out a soft moan of pleasure—her new body instantly reacted to the rough treatment.

— "Well, Weasley… or should I say, just Molly Bimbo now," Goyle said hoarsely, his voice full of contempt and lust. — "You’ll be my most valuable asset. I’ll turn you into the main porn slut of magical Britain. You’ll star in every one of my films. You’ll suck, fuck, moan, and beg on camera. And you’ll work… for just 10 Knuts a month. That’s all you need, stupid cow. Food, shelter, and lots and lots of thick cocks—that’s your new life."

Molly looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes full of stupid rapture. She joyfully giggled, her massive breasts swaying so hard that one nipple almost completely slipped out of the sheer top.

— Oooooh, Goylik-daddy! — she squeaked in her high, sweet bimbo voice. — Ten Knuts? That’s soooo little! But Molly doesn’t mind, honest! Molly loves big, fat cocks and being used roughly! Molly wants everyone to watch her get fucked hard and dirty… Mmmm, Molly’s already all wet just thinking about it!

She giggled stupidly and, without a hint of shame, ran a hand between her thick thighs, moaning loudly. Her fingers immediately glistened with her juices.

— Molly will be the best little slut for you, Mister Goylik! Molly will shake her big titties and fat ass in front of the cameras… Molly will suck, swallow, and beg for more and more… Because Molly is now veeery, veeery dumb and only thinks about how to make everyone around her happy! Hee-hee-hee! It’s soooo exciting!

Goyle let out a disgusting laugh and pulled harder on her pink curls, making Molly arch her back. Her enormous breasts completely spilled out of the top, swaying heavily in front of him.

— "Good girl," he hissed. — "You’ll work a lot, no days off. And if you don’t try hard enough—I’ll punish you on set myself. Understand, stupid Weasley?"

— Yeees, daddy Goylik! — Molly squeaked joyfully, looking up at him with adoring, empty eyes. — Molly understands! Molly will be the most obedient, dirtiest, and wettest bimbo slut! Molly wants you to spank her and fuck her right now… Pleeease…

Jack watched this scene with obvious pleasure, then turned to the audience and raised his hands.

— "Ladies and gentlemen! With this, our today’s show ‘Bimbo or Billionaire’ comes to an end! Molly Weasley didn’t win a billion, but she has completely transformed into the perfect, stupid, lustful bimbo porn star! The entire sum she managed to win—5,110 Galleons—will be transferred to her family, the Weasleys! Let them rebuild their home and live on. As for Molly… Molly now belongs to the audience and Gregory Goyle Studio!"

The hall exploded in applause, whistles, and cheers. Molly continued to kneel, giggling stupidly and swaying her enormous ass, completely content with her new life.

— "Thank you all for watching!" Jack concluded loudly. — "Until next time in the world where everyone can become either a bimbo… or a billionaire! And now… curtain!"

The bright lights began to slowly dim. Pink spotlights faded one by one. The heavy, glittering curtain slowly crept downward, closing the stage. The last thing the audience saw was Goyle roughly lifting Molly to her feet, slapping her big, exposed ass, and leading her offstage, while she giggled joyfully and swayed her hips, completely happy with her new, empty, lustful life.

The curtain fully closed.

The show was over.