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When Tim had found the pot of gold, he hadn’t really known what to do. He had more or less been following the rainbow just to give himself something to do. The rainbow wasn’t supposed to actually end in a pot of gold. That was just in cartoons and stuff… right? Yet before him at the end of the rainbow, he had been following sat a genuine pot of gold. This was shaping up to be a very interesting St. Patrick's Day. Tim looked around for a leprechaun. If the gold was here, then it wasn’t too far of a stretch to imagine there also might be a leprechaun. Tim saw nothing though.
Somewhat excited now that the shock of the situation was fading, Tim bent down to begin gathering up the gold. He picked up a piece, and it shimmered in the sunlight. The weight of it felt good in his hands. Tim quickly started shoving pieces into his pockets. As he did this, the rainbow began to flicker and falter as if it were slowly losing power. Tim nearly had the last piece of gold in his pocket when a small voice called out behind him.
“Who dare take me pot of gold!?”
Tim whirled around, several pieces of gold spilling onto the ground, to see a little man in a green suit looking at him with an angrily furrowed brow.
“Aye, you’ll be punished for this one,” he shouted as what looked like bolts of electricity shot from his hands directly at Tim. All at once, the gold from Tim’s pockets disappeared, all reappearing just beside him, neatly stacked in the pot. Then Tim blinked, but when his eyes reopened, he was sitting alone at home. Gone was the field with the pot of gold and the leprechaun. Tim was beginning to believe he had somehow just dreamed it when the curse started to take hold.
Tim’s clothes disappeared all at once, leaving him stark naked. Then, just as quickly as those had left, a green top hat and bowtie appeared on his head. Tim instinctively tried to remove them, but he couldn’t. Every time he would raise his hands to do it, they would miss entirely, as if he could no longer control his arms properly. While Tim was still trying to sort that problem out, his body began to morph. His hair grew long, and his facial features softened and feminized. This went mostly unnoticed, but what Tim DID notice was the alarming rate at which he seemed to be growing tits. They swelled up like rapidly inflating balloons, although unlike balloons, they were heavy and jiggled at the slightest movement.
Tim grabbed one in his hands, surprised that he could feel it so acutely. The weight of it felt good in his hands. The curse worked on his mind now. He liked being a busty Irish lass. In fact, he had always been a busty Irish lass. This was her favorite holiday, and her name was… Ciara… Yeah, that was right. And she was always so… Horny. The curse got to work on Ciara’s genitals, first causing a stiff erection that immediately ended in a splooge of cum shooting across the room as her cock shrank away until there was nothing there but a soft, wet pussy.
Ciara massaged her clit as she groped at one of her massive breasts. She thought about all the hot guys she would see at the pub tonight and wondered if any would come back to her place for a little extra fun. St. Patrick's Day was the best, and she couldn't wait to go celebrate.