Leprechaun's Revenge

By [email protected]

This is an adult story. Charming Leprechauns are not always charming and in this case you need to be over 18 to read about them. This story is posted in chapters. Each chapter is NOT a stand-alone story. It's posted in chapters to make on-line reading easier. There are chapters 1-5 in the complete story.


CHAPTER 1

She looked down at the massive expanse of her cleavage, and watched her large breasts dancing too and fro. With each bump and clickedy-clack of the railroad track; they would bounce and jiggle. She could feel her large nipples shifting within her bra in rhythm with the ride on the tracks. Her nipples were sensitive and the air in the car was very comfortable. With a slight sigh she enjoyed the wonderful feeling and acknowledged a building arousal. It was feeling good and she enjoyed the sight of her chest.

"Why don't you just pull them out and feel yourself up?" asked Barbie sternly.

"Yea, the way you go after your own boobs, there's times you make me think you are a guy!" giggled Alice.

"I wish I could have some of those," said Candy while looking down at her own chest.

"Oh, here we go again. I am a D and a lot of times that's way too big for me. I can't imagine why Bobby likes being a K, but Candy, you have got a butt I would kill to have!" said Sandy.

"Hey, Bobby's big, but maybe I like girls with a big chest? As for me, I liked to be a little more balanced. Maybe a smaller butt? She's right you know, both you and Booby have killer butts." Said Alice

"I wasn't talking about Bobby's cute butt, I was talking about her fantastic chest! I just wish I was bigger than an A." replied Candy.

Bobby reached over and squeezed Candy's hand. "Thanks for the compliment. You know, I just love your butt. Besides, you have some dynamite titties yourself." She whispered into Candy's ear.

"Well, if we are wishing for anything. I'd wish we could just be contented with what we all have." Added Barbie.

The talk of wishing and changing body parts hit a nerve with Bobby. "I'd be more comfortable if we could stop all this talk of wishing," she said this with good cause for concern. Until she had run into the Leprechaun Seamus O'Shanty, she had been a man named Bob living in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. Thanks to Seamus he got three wishes. These didn't go exactly as planned and resulted in him becoming a girl living off her 48 (36K bra)-22-38 figure as a stripper. That is until she got paid her $200 million lottery winnings. She did get four of the best friends and sometimes lovers a girl ever had in the process, but on the whole being changed into a busty chick thing was still unsettling to say the least. On top of this she had a second run-in with the Leprechaun and that time he tried to change her into a cow. Fortunately, there had been an intervention by a guy that seemed to be the king of the Leprechauns and she was saved. Saved and turned Irish in the process. So, Bobby had her fill of wishing. In fact she hoped this little trip back "home" could be used to find a way to get her back to being Bob instead of Bobbie. It wasn't that life was bad as Bobbie, it was more that, when you are a guy you like to stay a guy. The novelty of being a woman was wearing off rather quickly now. Bobbie was ready to be Bob. Besides, Bob had been a virgin at the time of his change. Though she had sex with her girlfriends, she liked to think that losing virginity is what was truly done when with the opposite sex. She preferred to think that when her virginity was to be lost, she wanted the opposite sex to be a woman.

The car got quiet and Bobby lifted her eyes from her own bosom to the scenery going past the train. They were but a little ways from the town when they passed the castle. Bobby had hopes that Blarney Castle might provide some clues on becoming Bob again. According to her Green Card and Passport Bobby McGee was from Broganshire in County Cork. Too bad there wasn't a Broganshire in County Cork. However, she had found Broganshire written about in a book that talked of Irish Legends and in that book it was near Blarney Castle. So, she hoped that the castle would provide clues.

The train pulled into the station. The five gorgeous strippers made their way from the train to the Blarney Castle Hotel in downtown Blarney. If you can call any portion of a town of 2,000 souls as having a downtown. Bobby was paying for the trip, and each girl had her own suite. Having won the $200 million lottery jackpot, expense was the one thing that Bobby was not worrying about. The girls all freshened up from their train ride. The hotel was pre-paid for the next two weeks. Before the trip Bobby had sold them on a two-week stay because of her need to search for her "family and roots". It also would be a time for the other girls to relax and enjoy a slowed pace. Bobby assured them their stripper lives were now behind them, and was it not just a great idea to start new lives with a relaxing stay in beautiful Ireland? There was no argument from the girls.

They had a few hours to kill before the tour of Blarney Castle began. They changed their clothes and then headed down to a quaint caf� where they could look out onto the plaza. They were all dressed conservatively; well, conservatively for women in their 20's who used to make their livings as strippers. They were all in designer calf length dresses with high heels and varying necklines. Bobby couldn't help showing the most cleavage, but her top wasn't cut the lowest. That honor went to Alice, who was nearly falling out. The opposite extreme was Candy who had a neckline that ended at her neck. The rest of the girls fell somewhere in-between.

"So, what'll it be, Deere's?" asked the waitress

"Don'cha know, we'll be havin' tea," said Bobby, who was still annoyed by uncontrollably speaking in an Irish Brogue.

"Right up" replied the waitress as she left. While she walked away, it was obvious she had a large butt and thick thighs.

"I bet she rides in the last car of the train." whispered Alice to Sandy.

"Why?" asked Sandy.

"Because she's got the caboose!" laughed Alice.

The girls all busted out laughing and then looked out onto the plaza. There on the plaza a heavyset woman walked by.

"Oh, oh, oh, I bet this is cattle country," giggled Sandy under her breath while discreetly pointing at the woman.

"That's terrible! How could you say that?...She doesn't have any tits, it must be pig country!" chimed in Barbie.

All the girls started laughing again. Then a man missing his left leg hobbled by on crutches.

"I bet I know what they call him!" giggled Candy.

"Lefty?" joined in Bobby.

"Oh, no, that would be cruel. They call him stumpy!" guffawed Barbie.

"His name is Mr. Martin and he lost his leg saving a child caught in a reaper, he did. We are mighty proud of Mr. Martin around here," said the waitress through gritted teeth, but not spilling a drop of tea as she served it.

"Oh, my God. I am sorry. I didn't know!" gasped Bobby.

"Maybe some of us aren't high falutin' Yanks that can fly around the world. But, you Miss, I expected better from one of our own," said the waitress.

"I truly am sorry. It was wrong of me to be a sayin' such things. I do apologize," said Bobby sincerely.

"What's done 'tis done, I have other things to do," said the waitress while turning to wait on other customers.

The waitress' large butt shifted from side to side as she walked away. "Whoo, whoo" went Sandy and Candy added in, via her arm going up and down as though ringing a train's bell. Barbie let out a chortle.

"Knock it off! Why do we always have to be about this? Why do we always laugh and berate the appearance of others? 'Tis a shameful thing we be doin' for sport!" stammered Bobby.

"Duh, we do it because men do it to us," replied Candy.

"Yea, and because its fun," laughed Sandy.

"We git paid for men to gawk at us. They have a right to comment and there's better ways to be a havin fun," said Bobby.

"No they don't always pay. They talk about us all the time. The men on the other side of the room are talking about you right now, I'll bet. See the way they look away when I look at them? They didn't pay. I am also willing to pay big bucks that all the women in here have been making snide comments about the lot of us, ever since we came in. We are just more open about it, that's all," said Alice.

"Yea, besides, we do it because we can and they are all just jealous," said Candy.

"Just because others do it, doesn't mean we are right to do it too," said Bobby.

"Ok, ok, ok, let's just settle down. Choo-choo's right maybe we should be a little more...." Barbie couldn't finish because everybody was cracking up with the choo-choo comment; even Bobby had to laugh.

The waitress came back and set an empty glass on the table.

"What's this?" asked Alice.

"The Lad's at the other table wanted to know if you all could fill it up for them? They love milk with their tea. They figured you all look like a bunch of wet nurses and it shouldn't be a problem." She said sarcastically. She then turned directly toward Bobby, "Especially you Miss" and she added "Choo-choo" as she turned and walked away. Bobby's face turned beet red.

"What's a wet nurse?" asked Candy.

"Hello, it's a woman who sells her own milk or nurses somebody else's kid," said a mad Barbie.

"Oh" said Candy.

"I think she made her point about teasing people. I bet those guys didn't even send it," said Bobby.

"Guys are all jerks. I bet they did send it. She just really enjoyed it, that's all," added Alice.

First Candy started to cry and then she changed 180 degrees and started laughing. She laughed so hard she got tears in her eyes. Then she took the glass, stood up waved it at the guys across the room (with puzzled looks on their faces they waved back). She then proudly put it down in the center of the table.

"Well, looks to me like you girls ought to get to work. I'm all out." And with that she proudly pointed a finger to the side of each breast as though to emphasize she was an A cup. All the girls burst into laughter.

The girls all finished their tea with a minimum of pointing and laughing. It was not so much the jests or even counter jests that they found fun; it was the fun of reveling in each other's company. The time passed quickly and soon their tour guide for Blarney Castle arrived.

Blarney Castle was a short walk from the hotel. The tour guide was extremely knowledgeable about the castle. (He should have been, Bobby didn't just hire a "guide" she had paid for Pat O'Brien, a 40ish, tubby and graying Ph.D. He was an expert on both the castle and folklore involving Leprechauns)

"You can see that the castle itself is a tower house. It was built around 1446 AD on a solid limestone mound, much of it now is in ruins," said Pat.

"But where's all the neat stuff and thrones, you know?" asked Candy.

"Tut, tut my dear. Being in ruins suggests you will not find the insides looking like Buckingham Palace. There's no queen here, let alone an English one, I can assure you," replied Pat nonchalantly.

"But what of the legends?" asked Bobby.

"You mean of the stone? You know the actual stone is very hard to reach to kiss. They have put up a replica for the tourists. Doesn't do the economy much good to have the tourists falling off the battlements," said Pat.

"I was interested in Broganshire?" replied Bobby.

"Oh? Well, it's in the dungeon where can can speak of that part of the Castle," said Pat. He then droned on about the Castle Blarney. The girl's eyes were rolling by the time they worked their way down to the basement. This was of course after each had kissed the Blarney Stone, well, the replica stone.

They had just made their way down to the floor of the basement.

"Legend has it...," said Pat but he was interrupted.

"Look at the pretty mirror!" squealed Alice.

"Yes, look at it!" added Candy enthusiastically.

"Yea, look at the wild colors." Added Barbie.

"Wow, you can see all of us in it!" said Sally

"All except you, Pat?" said Bobby and all the girls turned to look at Pat.

Pat had turned white. "You know about the mirror? This is a joke, right?" he said.

"What? Are you all right?...Holy crap! The mirror is gone!" said Barbie. All five girls looked from Pat to the place where there had been a mirror and then back to Pat. They all had very perplexed looks on their faces.

"This is some kind of trick for the tourists, right?" asked Barbie.

"I am afraid not. Legend has it that a Leprechaun will visit him who sees the mirror in the dungeon of the castle. I...I...I had doubted such things before. This opens a unique aspect to my research that I would like to follow up on. Did... did... did you all really see a mirror?" said Pat and all the girls shook their heads in agreement.

"What does any of this have to do with Broganshire?" asked Bobby.

"Leprechauns are from Broganshire. That is their home. They have various gateways that they come up to the surface of the earth to play their tricks on the populace," said Pat.

"Tricks? Good tricks or bad tricks?" asked Barbie.

"Depends. They are a mischievous lot. They can be good, they can be bad. You do know if you catch one they have to give you their pot of gold?" said Pat.

"I'd advise against tryin' to keep their gold, don'cha know," said Bobby.

"Now that's true. I'd also add never try and make a wish with a Leprechaun, it'll work pretty close to the legend of the cursed monkey paw," said Pat.

"So, they kill people?" asked a wide-eyed Candy.

"Oh, certainly not! The very idea! They are MISCHIEVOUS they aren't going to hurt you. They'll just have fun with you, don'cha know? Why, if they were to hurt somebody or break the rules the King of the Leprechauns himself would be handin' out punishment. But, the rules don't prevent somebody from hurtin' themselves. T'would be best not to be greedy around a Leprechaun," said Pat.

"What if somebody made a wish and then wanted it undone?" asked Bobby.

"Provided they were here and saw the mirror, it's not too much of a problem. On the same day as the mirror was seen at the stroke of 10 PM, simply wade into the Sullane River and say, "Yenralb" three times and dive under the water and all magic from wishes washes away, according to legend I must add," said Pat.

"What does 'a Leprechaun will visit us' mean? I don't like the sound of that." Asked Alice.

"Well, I can't rightly say. They are mischievous. Maybe if you catch him you get a pot of gold? Maybe he just cleans your shoes and leaves? Maybe he will give you the gift of one shoe? They are notorious for that, they are cobblers, but only make one shoe. Sometimes they leave it, which indeed would be a sign of good luck. Maybe he will grant your desire? Maybe he will extract a payment? Maybe he will dance the night away and entice you to drink with him? I don't know, all I have said are attributed to a visit by one of the Wee Folk," said Pat.

"T'would not be somethin' you'd want to be seein. Is there a range limitation? Is there a time? Can we avoid a visit?" asked a concerned Bobby.

"Oh, don't be a party pooper. It sounds like fun!" giggled Sally.

"'Tis not. Pat, can we avoid the visit?" said Bobby.

"Aye, be out of County Cork by midnight and stay gone for a fortnight. The visit must be in County Cork and within a fortnight of seeing the mirror, starting at midnight," replied Pat.

Bobby pulled the watch from her purse, "Hmm, it's 5 PM now, this is going to be close. We need to get back to the hotel folks. Change of plans," stated Bobby in a commanding tone.

"Oh, you don't believe all this?" asked Barbie.

"Did ye really see a mirror?" asked Pat.

"YES!" said Sally and Candy as one.

"Then I believe and I dinna see a mirror" said Pat.

The group quickly left Blarney Castle and headed back to the hotel. Bobby convinced everybody to pack. She really didn't have a fear for everybody as much as a fear for herself. Seamus O'Shanty had been punished and changed into a Leprechaun stripper by the King of the Leprechauns the last time they met. But, what if he had gotten that undone somehow? He'd be sporting one Hell of a grudge against Bobby. He probably didn't even know about the others, but better safe than sorry. On the other hand, there was the time crunch problem. Bobby had to get to the Sullane River to get changed back into Bob and get back to the hotel in time to clear out by midnight. It was a close schedule but not that close. The only real fly in the ointment was that the girls just flat wouldn't leave without Bobby. So, that means nobody would leave until Bobby came back as Bob. It was a tight schedule, but it was do able. The girls had dinner together. After dinner the other girls went up to pack and Bobby hired an automobile. She got in it and sped off to the Sullane River.

Bobby arrived at the Sullane River a little before 10 PM. She reminded the driver that she had paid for a round trip and promised a big tip if he could get her back to the hotel by 11 PM. He assured her that would be no problem at this time of night.

Bobby headed down to the river. This had been a very busy day. Now, it was to get even busier, but first the good news, she got to be a guy again! Then they all would run like Hell to avoid Seamus O'Shanty. She headed close to the water. Nearing the shore she slipped off her dress and set her purse by the river. Then it hit her. Her dress and purse? She had brought woman's clothes! Arrrggh! No, wait, maybe they'd be changed? Sure. Well, even if not, better a guy in a gals dress at this point. With the dress off Bobby was down to her thing high stalkings, bra and panties. These were quickly lost as she walked into the edge of the river. Her large breasts bounced freely with her movements, she felt the water caressing her womanhood. In moments these would be sensations that Bob could fondly recall as the past. There was no time to revel in the physical sensations of Bobby and her magnificent purportions, now was the moment to restore Bob!

"Yenralb... Yenralb... Yenralb!" yelled Bobby and she dove beneath the waters. As soon as she was under the water she felt her large breasts wobble in the waves. Her large sensitive nipples got even harder. She felt them become harder and harder. They were painfully hard. They felt hard enough to be diamonds used in cutting glass. Fine small diamonds. They were painful and she held her breath beneath the waves. How long was she to remain under water? Time past. Gawd, it was so very cold in the water, it was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Monkey Hell, Bobby's balls were ready to fall off and with that thought Bob broke above the water and gasped fresh air. He was restored. He thought to himself, (I be meself once again, don'cha know? Faith and Begora! What the Devil is this?) With mind ablaze with his own questions on why he was still speaking and thinking in an Irish Brogue, he made his way to shore.

"Oh, crap. The King of the Leprechauns, "Blessed me with the Luck of the Irish", it wasn't a wish! Oh, Erin go Bragh!" muttered Bob as he made his way to shore.

On shore Bob found his clothing waiting. His male clothes waiting! "'Tis a fine day!" Bob called out. That was until he found his wallet devoid of cash. He did have a US Green Card that still listed him as from Broganshire, but all his money was gone. He made his way to the waiting car.

"Quickly, to Blarney Castle Hotel!" cried Bob.

"Not likely. Ya' already stiffed me on the ride out. Not too likely I'll be given ya another free ride. Now, off you go, or do I have to smack ya one?" said the very mad cabby.

Bob got out of the car. Then it hit him and he was dumbfounded. The only reason he was a multi-millionaire was because of a wish to win the multi-million dollar lottery. That was now gone too! The girls! The girls? Would they be gone too? Would they recognize him? Well, maybe, he had paid to be with them with his own money, not wish money. They had done the final wish to him. Maybe they'd know him. Maybe they wouldn't? Oh, double crap. Maybe now they don't know about the pending Leprechaun visit? Geeze. He'd better get back to Blarney at the double quick! And that was exactly what he'd have to do, run back to Blarney. That would take maybe four hours. He'd never make it by midnight.

Back in Blarney all four girls were packed. They were packed but unsure why they were packed? In fact, why were they here? Oh, then they remembered. Bob McGee had paid their way to come over to Ireland. He really was a sweet guy. A bit of a nut to be spending his life savings and maxing credit cards out on the four of them, but that was his call. They talked briefly among themselves and then decided it was getting late. They all turned in for bed. As they nodded off to sleep, a couple of them actually felt bad for taking advantage of Bob and his limited funds, the other two knew it wasn't fair to Bob, but when had life been fair to them?

At the stroke of midnight a green glow appeared in the corner of Candy's room.
"Who, who, or what are you?" asked Candy faintly while covering her eyes.

"Seamus O'Shanty at your service. Leprechaun and fulfiller of dreams," said Seamus

"How about little perv...," said Candy until a wave of Seamus's hand made her voice go silent.

"Now, I will give ye yer voice back if ye promises to shut yer trap," said Seamus as he waved his hand again.

Candy cleared her throat and was amazed that she could speak.

"Hold yer tongue missy. Here' what I am here to do. Name your dream and I'll give it to you!" said Seamus with a smile and bend at the waist.

"Money, I want a lot of Money!" smiled a happy Candy.

"Oh, alas lass that be beyond me grasp. But when men at your chest stare, is that a vacant stare?" replied Seamus.

Candy looked down at her chest. He knew she wanted big boobs.

"Please, I like big boobs," said Candy

"Ah this is not a jest, for you shall have a giant chest," said Seamus with another wave of his hand.

Candy felt the pressure almost at once. It was a pressure expressed as a pleasure, a pleasure so intense that an orgasm followed it. Then with her breasts beginning to push outward and away from her chest the orgasms became continuous. She writhed on the bed in pleasure as her breasts grew. She went from A to D in the blink of an eye. They only slowed at DD, and then with the fabric on her nightgown pulled very taut they slowed and stopped their growth at G cup size. Candy squealed with delight. She hopped from the bed and stood before the mirror. She pulled her nightgown from her body. Her breasts had grown so large and were held so tight by the nightgown that they were lifted up as it went over her head. "Kerplop" was the sound as the two large breasts fell back to her chest. Candy kneaded them and reveled in the feeling they gave back to her. She looked into the mirror in many different angles. She loved her new hooters, knockers, jugs and many other names for large breasts that went through her mind. She was big enough now she could change her stage name to Boom-Boom, oh; she'd love that! Eventually, her mind wandered from her chest and she noticed her butt was smaller than it had been.

"Oh, I see lass, you spied your ass. Indeed it is so, to your breasts much did go," said Seamus with a smile.

Candy got a grin on her face too, "Can you fix it so I don't have to worry about gaining weight in my butt and thighs? Can you make it to where if I gain weight it's in my chest?"

"'Tis a sure thing lass, I'd thought you'd never ask" smiled Seamus with a wave of his hand and "POOF" he was gone.

Candy was thinking how it was odd that he would disappear like that, when she felt the pressure again. Soon the orgasms followed and her G cups pushed out to beyond K cups. A brief flash and odd thought hit her mind that she was even bigger than Bobby was. Who's Bobby? She fell backwards onto her bed. Then the orgasms overwhelmed her mind. She could barely realize she was now becoming gigantic! What M or is that N is there such a thing as a cup that size? If so she was now beyond that. Then it was over. Panting from the near exhaustion of continuos orgasm she tried to raise up. She couldn't she was pinned! With great effort she rolled to her side. She hadn't realized how painful her bed had become. It hurt her bones to be on it. Slowly and with great effort she regained her feet. Upon standing she felt her gigantic breasts flop against the bottom of her hipbones. Each step was an effort. Slowly and as though lifting hundreds of pounds she made her way over to the mirror again. She gasped. Before her she saw, beautiful perfectly formed gigantic breasts, attached to a human skeleton. She looked closely, her lips were flat and pulled tight, she had bones where arms and legs should have been and her beautiful butt was gone. She had only the barest amount of muscles that would allow movement, near the entire muscle and fat of her body had been transferred to her breasts. It was true; from now on the only place she would gain weight would be her chest!

In Alice's room a green glow appeared in the corner. Soon Seamus was visiting another girl, stifling her screams and lulling her into a false sense of security to engage in conversation.

"Alas lass, look at the size of your ass!" giggled Seamus.

"Like I need a GD Leprechaun coming into my room in the middle of the night making fun of my butt!" said Alice.

"Oh, I didn't mean to insult you so. I meant to say, I can make your ass not stick out so." Smiled Seamus.

"What you can fix my butt?" asked Alice

"Oh, this I can do. You must ask me so," replied Seamus

"Please make it where my butt doesn't stick out!" said Alice.

"Your ass they won't notice so, in a moment after your boobs grow!" said Seamus with a flick of his hand.

Alice felt a pressure build in her chest and she felt her orgasm begin. She felt this while at the same time her flimsy short teddy raised up even with her belly button. She gasped, "My tits are huge what have you done to me? Fix this!"

"Oh, they are a bit too large and will garner attention so. Perhaps a bigger ass and they won't notice you so?" smiled Seamus with the wave of a hand.

There was a loud snap as Alice's panties snapped in two. Her hips moved outward, her butt began expanding, it grew larger and larger. Soon it expanded behind her even farther than her new DDD chest stood out in front of her.

"Oh, this won't do it all. We'll just have to grow it all!" laughed Seamus and "POOF" he was gone.

Alice struggled to before the mirror. She was packing on weight, all over her body. The teddy grew taunt, then overly tight and then it tore away. Weight piled unto her arms, her legs, her hips. Her stomach grew a pounce and then it spilled over itself. Within moments before Alice in the mirror was a woman of 350 pounds with large breasts and a large ass.

In Sally's room a green glow appeared in the corner. Yet again Seamus was visiting another girl, stifling her screams and lulling her into a false sense of security to engage in conversation.

"'Tis a Leprechaun I be and your physical assets I can adjust yee" smirked Seamus

"You can make me look any way I want?" asked Sally.

"'Tis true enough. Your request starts the stuff," said Seamus

"Oh, then I need some junk in the trunk! I hate my ass. It's flat as a board. Could you make it just bubble out? Please," said Sally

"Bubble out? They'll turn and shout! You have been the easiest lass, enjoy your new giant ass!" smirked Seamus as he disappeared in a "POOF".

Sally's eyes open wide and her hands flew to her ass. It was swelling very fast. Her pajamas went taunt and then a tare began. Her bare fat ass was growing in her hands. Her hips shifted wide as well. Poor Sally was becoming distorted. In minutes her once perfectly trim body now sported a beautiful well shaped women with a narrow waist going up, but at her waist her hips flared out four feet across. Her butt now bubbled back behind her a good two feet and was such bubbled in shape that a six pack would easily rest atop her butt cheeks.

In Barbie's room a green glow appeared in the corner. For the last time this night Seamus was visiting a girl, stifling her screams and lulling her into a false sense of security to engage in conversation.

"A Leprechaun I be and any change I'll grant thee" smiled Seamus as he bent at the waist.

"That's nice. I don't want anything, why don't you get the Hell out of my room?" replied Barbie.

"Na, na, na, don't be in such a rush. There's something you want don't give me such a fuss," said Seamus.

"No," said Barbie sternly.

"Look out the window there, in the night air. On the shire below is a cow contented so. With such content would you not like for yourself so?" asked Seamus while pointing out the window.

"Look magic isn't going to bring me happiness. I certainly am not going to let you turn me into a cow!" said Barbie

"Ah, ye talk as if you know the old Seamus of late. Because of your friend I suffered a terrible fate. But now I am reformed don'cha know? Even the King he said it was so. So, with the rules I do follow. This be not a hard thing to swallow. A cow you won't be and only changes to you are from what ye ask of me," said Seamus.

"You won't turn me into a cow?" asked Barbie.

"You can say that again, and how," replied Seamus.

"You could make me as contented in life as a cow?" asked a cautious Barbie

"If that be your desire, don't worry you shan't graze in the shire," said Seamus

"If you could bring contentment to my life like that... Hmmm, yeah, I'd like to be satisfied in life. It would make it a lot easier to enjoy it, would it?" said Barbie

"Ah, that wasn't hard. No contented you'll be, with each milking don'cha see! Don't worry the first one's on me!" laughed Seamus with the wave of his hand.

"What the? You said, Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, they hurt, my boobies, they hurt, ohhhhhhh, please they feel like they are going to explode! Help me, ohhhhh" moaned Barbie. Her breasts had swollen to three times their DD size. She was easily in the H cup range, but they had not grown, they had filled with milk. Her veins bulged purple on her breasts. Her breasts had filled so rapidly and larger that her pajama top had flown apart. Her huge breasts hung before her. Her nipples were large and then slowly they started heading for the floor. The tips moved slowly followed by the rest; soon she had teats hanging four inches long. "Oh they hurt what have you done to me?" moaned Barbie.

"What you asked you got at last. Now, on to the floor on all fours you go. It's your milking, you earned one, you know!" smiled Seamus. Then with Barbie before him on all fours, a small stool and bucket appeared. Seamus grabbed Barbie by each of her teats and began milking her. The room was filled with the sound of milk being squirted into the bucket.

"Oooo. Oooo, its feels so gooooood," said Barbie.

"Oh, there's no need to moo, now. You're a human not a cow." Laughed Seamus as he finished milking her and disappeared in a "POOF".

Barbie was left with her breasts that had reduced back to a DD, but at the end of each was dangling a big long soft teat. Beside her obvious deformity, Barbie was being overwhelmed with a feeling. Barbie had never felt so contented her entire life. She did feel good right now. She looked at herself in the mirror and realized in the morning would be swelling and crying at her fate, but for now, she felt good. She went back to bed to sleep the rest of the night.

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CHAPTER 2

Bob had been overly optimistic on his arrival back in Blarney. He didn't get there until 6 AM. He got to the hotel just in time to see a huge argument between the GIRLS(?!) and the staff of the Hotel.

"FINE! Put the whole God Damn thing on my fucking card! That's right my fucking credit card. You bunch of fucked mick's and you mother fucking Leprechauns!"yelled Barbie.

"MISS PLEASE! I will use your card... There its gone through the computer. Its not the hotels fault if Mr. McGee had over drawn his credit. Frankly we don't see how he got approved or your rooms booked when he was already over his limit. Your profanity won't help the situation. Also, you can claim Leprechauns assaulted your persons last night but, nothing was heard at the front desk and frankly, Miss, you all looked like you belonged in the circus when you came in yesterday."

"FUCK YOU!"said Barbie

"FUCK YOU!!!!"chimed in Alice, Sandy and Candy in a group.

"Oh, my God! What's happened?"stammered Bob at the amazing site of his girlfriends.

"You, we want to talk to you!"said Alice and the group headed over to the Lemon Tree for breakfast.

They took their places at the table. Candy at first set too close to the table and wound up with three feet of boob going across the top; she quickly moved her chair back. Alice was so big she had to have two chairs pushed together to sit down. Sally was alone on one side of the table, her huge butt over flowing the chair. Barbie was sitting at the table starting to grimace in pain as her breasts were starting to overwhelm her bra in their swelling. Her huge teats were visible on the front of her sweater, but as they were bunched up they gave the impression of huge nipples instead. Bob sat at the head of the table. The same waitress from yesterday was there this morning, only this time, even though she was the same, she had one of the smaller asses in the room. This fact didn't escape Bob's notice.

"Anybody want to say choo-choo or laugh this morning?"asked Bob.

"Look asshole, why'd you bring us to Ireland when you don't have any money?"asked Barbie

"What are we supposed to do like this? Look at what that Leprechaun did to us!"said Candy.

"You know I thought you were different, but noooo, you're just another fuckin guy trying to take advantage of women!"added Alice.

"I don't know. Look I'll try and fix it all," said Bob.

"How? You're just another out of work Irishman!"said Sally.

"And we are going to run out of money real fast."Said Barbie.

"Our bodies, our beautiful bodies! They are ruined, ruined, ruined..." cried Candy.

"I think in a way this all your own fault... "tried to say Bob.

"OH, FUCK YOU!"said the group

Candy tried to slap Bob, but her weak arms and huge breasts stopped the slap, she did dislodge her breasts from her top and the dress ripped all the buttons off revealing her skeleton like body and breasts now resting in her lap. Alice reached out to slap Bob, but the chairs beneath her split apart and she fell to the floor with a loud thud. Her clothes likewise gave up under the strain. They split to pieces and the 350 pounds woman sat on the floor in a near naked condition. Alice sat on her huge ass, put her head on the table and wept. Barbie grabbed Bob by the hand and while telling him that she "needed him"dashed with him from the restaurant off to her motel room.

Bob was thinking how Barbie wasn't bad off. Just bustier than yesterday and got some big nipples. Heck, that was an improvement in Bob's book! When they got up to Barbie's room though, he got to see the milk laden Barbie and her dangling teats. Barbie soon had Bob before her sitting on the stool and milking her. Barbie was soon mooing in accompaniment with the squirts from her teats. About the time that Bob realized she was in the perfect position to give him a blowjob, she went dry. Her groggy eyed state after the milking was not conducive to any sex play. She did explain to Bob the visits from Seamus O'Shanty to each of the girls last night. Bob also found out the history on how they got to be here. He did not hear about a lottery winning and Leprechaun wishes, rather he heard about a disgruntled office worker that lied about how much money he had and tricked four strippers into going with him to Ireland. He learned that all the money was now gone. He was also disappointed to learn that the strippers were his friends, but beyond teasing him and a few lapdances there had been no sexual contact.

Bob thought to himself how this new situation was terrible. He understood that the pursuit of personal gratification had not only cost him the friendship of these four people, but had destroyed their very lives. This was an outrage and Bob burned with hatred over the situation of his friends. He also knew that one person taking advantage of their inner desires had brought them all to this disastrous point. This all lead to one final conclusion; he was going to kill Seamus O'Shanty.

Barbie was now asleep on the bed. The other girls could be heard weeping as they headed toward their rooms. Bob exited as quickly and quietly as he could after he heard the doors close. Passing through the lobby he grabbed a broadsword from a suit of armor standing by the front door. With a clerk yelling, "That's going on Miss Barbie's bill", Bob ran back to Castle Blarney and into its dungeon. In the dungeon Bob found a mirror shining a green light.

"Come out you filthy bastard! Seamus O'Shanty I am calling you out!"demanded Bob

The mirror shimmyed and shook and then spoke, "'Tis not the place nor the time! Nor 'tis this the old west you bleedin fool. Back to Blarney Hotel away with thee. To room B09 at midnight you will await for me."

"I am not going to a hotel room for a fight with you! Get your ass out here now or I will shatter this mirror!"replied Bob

"Oh, afeared I be. The sword's a replica from Spain you putz. Hit the mirror lots of luck!"

WHACK went the mirror as Bob hit it full tilt with the sword. Then the world flashed. The light changed. Bob was standing in a poorly made up hotel room.

"Ah, B09 and right on time!"cried Seamus as he appeared in his own flash of light.

"Die you little bastard!"cried Bob as he tried to run Seamus through. Seamus side stepped the initial thrust and then dodged several swings of the blade.

"You can't kill a Leprechaun, at least not with that. Now, put it down before me blood goes splat."Yelled Seamus as he ducked several more blows.

"You can't run forever. Looks like this replica blade is just as good as the real thing!"cried Bob as a blow missed Seamus but lopped off the head of a bedpost.

"Oh, well, you want to parry with Shillelaghs? I guess this will have to do, to hit you who hasn't a clue!"said Seamus as a large flaming wooden club appeared in his hands.

The fight was on! Bob had a good two feet over Seamus and used it to his advantage. Seamus had to use his flaming shillelagh to block Bob's repeated and powerful blows. Though it wasn't a complete mismatch, Bob the 20^th Century human did not have the fencing skills of the several hundred year old Seamus. The fight waged back and forth across the room. At one point Seamus swept Bob's legs out from underneath him. Bob did a quick roll and was back on his feet hacking toward Seamus. Seamus landed a blow on Bob's right shoulder and Bob cried out in pain.

"Now, knock it off me buck-o. You can't win don'cha know?"cried Seamus.

"This isn't about winning its about killing YOU!"cried Bob as yet another thrust was blocked.

"Me dead? That's no threat. Its your friends you want better, let's bet!"smiled Seamus

Bob lowered his sword and smiled. Seamus waved a hand and the flaming shillelagh disappeared.

"Ah, that's better you see... "Seamus didn't complete the sentence as Bob's sword made a very quick swing. "Kerplop"went Seamus's head as it hit the floor.

The head was followed by the arms and legs and finally the body itself was disemboweled. Bob then tied the body parts in blankets from the bed. There was a fireplace in the room. Evidently it was also the only way the room got heat. Into the fire Bob threw the head. He heard it start to pop as it roasted. He then was figuring on burying all the other parts in different locations. True this wouldn't help his friends, but Seamus wouldn't be troubling anybody in future. Bob giggled and laughed to himself as he thought "Payback's a bitch"

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CHAPTER 3

"Indeed, she is a bitch, but I think your payback has hit a hitch!" said Seamus while standing on the bed.

"But... but... but you're all chopped up and burning!" said a perplexed Bob.

"Are ye tired with the sword? Or do we need to go on some more? I told you, you stupid rube, that killing me with that you can not do!" said Seamus.

Maybe killing that way was out? So, Bob went to plan B, which was RUN AWAY! He hit the door going full speed only to find it locked and no amount of effort would displace it. The windows were found to also be no place of escape. Seamus just stood on the bed laughing as Bob tried to flee.

"Enough of this. Set yourself down and have a rest," said Seamus.

Finally exhausted from both the fight and trying to flee, Bob sat down. He tried to think on what to do. He was tried and out of options. He prepared himself for the worse.

"Listen Laddie and you will hear, nothing is as bad as you fear," said Seamus.

"Fine, look, I guess you win. I don't know why you have destroyed my life or deformed my friends. But you win, do what you are going to do," said Bob dejectedly.

"Fiddle faddle, stop your prattle. Our association was started by you. You grabbed me and took my gold didn't you?" said an angry Seamus.

"Yea, ok, fine. Back in Vegas I did grab ye and got your gold. But, I gave it back for some wishes that you twisted to wreck my life," said Bob back angrily.

"Oh, life. Smife. You did just well and then you sent me to HELL!" yelled Seamus.

"I did no such thing! You violated some Leprechaun code and got sent to what? Broganshire to be a stripper, that's all. That isn't Hell and it's your own fault!" said Bob.

"Oh, words twist and worm out your sly mouth, your lyin' that's what's it all about. There are no Strip Joints in Broganshire, ye made me a woman in a town of men filled with desire! They had their way and I prayed YOU'D pay!" said Seamus.

"You brought it on yourself. You broke the rules. Why aren't you still there?" asked Bob.

"Rules it would be and rules I did plea. After my torture of flesh to my old form they did refresh. Probation they say, so I go their way. Now the rules I will follow, though it's a pill far too hard to swallow!" said Seamus through gritted teeth.

"My friends? Why did you deform my friends?" asked Bob

"Your friends were a way for my revenge to make you pay!" laughed Seamus

"You have me now. Undo what you have done to my friends." Pleaded Bob

"No, your friends got what they earned to be sure, 'tis a mischievous Leprechaun they've had to endure." Smiled Seamus.

"Mischievous? Mischievous? You deformed them into circus freaks! Mischievous my ass!" said Bob.

"Mischievous indeed, no rules did I impede. But restore them you want? With that I will taunt!" laughed Seamus.

"Taunt? Can't ye just speak straight out? Tell me what you want and stop your silly taunt!" said Bob smirking he rhymed the last.

"Ahhhh, don't annoy me! I do the rhymes don't you see! 'Tis revenge that I want, so I stop my silly taunt. Come onto me and yours restored you will see." Smiled Seamus.

"What, I get another wish? I don't know about making a wish. I don't think that's going to help them with the way you can twist things," said Bob while scratching his head.

"Oh ye daft fool! 'Tis not a wish for thee on this we will agree. 'Tis a bargain straight out, there will be no need for a shout. To me you give my revenge. Ye do it of ye own free will and for this I agree to restore your friends as if they never ran into me," said Seamus.

"I give you your revenge. I get my friends back just they were before they got deformed?" asked Bob.

"No. They will be your friends no more, but to their forms I will restore. They will be in Ireland on a vacation as a crew, but of Bob they haven't a clue." Smiled Seamus.

"I lose my friends, but they get to be the way they were before? No tricking or twisting or turning them into anything?" asked Bob

"Ooof, Look let's make this clear and alleviate all your fear. They will be Alice, Candy, Sandy and Barbie as before to all that I will restore. They will be as they were on the day to Blarney Castle they did play. Some trivial things in their mind I can't not restore, for a lesson they must learn in what they were deformed for. So, mostly they'll be as you'd like them to be, their changes that are left only make them the wiser," said Seamus.

"Ok, that sounds fair enough. Now, what is the revenge I must submit to" asked Bob

"Ah, the revenge it is sweet. As a vessel of flesh I was for the wee men to possess. The payback you see, will be as a vessel for me!" laughed Seamus.

"What? You want to bugger me up the ass?" asked Bob.

"Tsk don't be so crass. Up your ass, it maybe but a piece of ass is what I want you to be!" smiled Seamus.

"A piece of ass... Oh, you want me to be a woman? I am going to be some kind of Leprechaun hag? How long would I have to do it?" asked Bob

" What kind of revenge would it be, if only inflicted for tonight don't you see? The answer of course is till time runs its course. But a hag would not suit me, for I have to mount thee! A pleasing figure would be the lass last seen in River Sullane! I do enjoy big boobies don'cha see?" laughed Seamus

"I..I..I..have to go back to being Bobby?" asked a depressed Bob.

"Ah, you know have a clue. Are you ready to suck my goo?" laughed Seamus

"Maybe I'll agree to being changed back, but I am not going to like doing any of this," said Bob

"Oh, that's a problem don'cha see. 'Tis a deal of free will between you and me. I'll only do what you ask of me and you must do what you agreed or your friends will remain the same don'cha see?" said Seamus.

"You mean I have to ASK you to change me back into Bobby. Then I have to ASK you to have sex with me. Then after that and only after that will you change my friends back?" asked a mad Bob.

"Ye forgot to mention that they will have to knowledge of thee. Add that and I think we're home free, on this do we agree?" Smiled Seamus.

Bob was stuck. Evidently Seamus was going to follow the Leprechaun rules, whatever they were. At least he wasn't locked into dying. At least he could get his friends restored. But, in restoring them he would lose them. He would go back to being a she. He no er a she would have to let that vile little man have sex with her. Oh, crap, she'd lose her virginity to a Leprechaun. Well, after that would men seem too bad? Ha! But, oh, gemmine, this was going to be forever. Wait!

"Hey, what happens to me after we, er, ah, after we ugh, after we, yuck, after we make love." Asked Bob who felt sick to his stomach.

"Why we are in your room Deere. Here you will live as a maid to the Blarney Hotel. I figure your seeing former friends will contribute to your living Hell. Then as time goes by maybe you'll meet some Irish guy. Then unto the country you'll move having baby after baby sucking on yer boob!" laughed and laughed Seamus.

"What if I say no?" asked Bob

"Oh, then you are free to go. Your deformed friends will remain as so. It's not as sweet but my revenge would be complete. Each would go by and you'd watch your friends slowly die. I broke no rules to make them as such so to them it's simply bad luck." Smiled Seamus.

"Destroy my friends and remain a poor Irish Man or save my friends and become an Irish Maid?" said Bob rhetorically.

Seamus just smiled and waved his hand. The door to the room flew open.

Bob was deep in thought. He got up and walked to the door. Stepped through the door and looked down the hallway. He looked down both ways of the hallway. The hallway was empty. So was the feeling in Bob's heart. He grabbed the doorknob and closed the door while stepping back into the room.

"We have a deal make my friends whole again" said Bob sullenly.

Seamus laughed and roared. He rolled about the bed. Then he stood up and jumped up and down. He finally fell off the bed and rolled around the floor laughing as well. He finally pulled himself together.

"A deal it will be! To our hands we shake don'cha see?" and he thrust out his hand. Bob took the gnarled fingers in his and they shook. "'Tis a fine day! Come on and let me have my way!"

"My friends, what about my friends?" asked Bob

"Oh, here on the wall, in stereoscope see them all! When I enter thee, a restoration you will see!" smiled Seamus while pointing to the ceiling where an image appeared like a TV picture showing each of Bob's four friends.

"The ceiling? How am I going to see it up there?" asked Bob

"You daft soon to be wench on that bed you will lie like on a bench. Overhead it must be, if you are going to see!" smiled Seamus.

"Duh, you're right. Can we get started?" asked Bob as he started removing his clothes.

"Oh, my soon to be lass, let me help you at last" said Seamus and Bob's clothes flew from his body. In mid air there was a flash and the clothes turned into woman's clothes, a black and white frilly French maid outfit. They landed on a chair by the bed. Bob closed his eyes and waited for his own change.

"I won't let you shiver naked all night. I think the deal you misconstrued, my actions you must ask me to do tonight!" laughed Seamus.

"Oh, faith and begora! I have to ask yee?" said an exasperated Bob.

"Aye and aye! T'will be pleasing to me ear to hear" said Seamus

"I want to be a woman," said Bob

"Oh, no that won't do to be a Lass. The deal is for you to ask. Detail please, so I can make it last!" smiled Seamus enjoying every minute.

"I want to be a young woman with long shapely legs, wide hips, a full heart shaped ass, narrow waist slim torso, long shapely arms... ..argghhhhhh" said Bob

Seamus had been waving his hands and Bob was fully on the way to becoming Bobby once more. Even though he had not asked, Seamus ensure that Bob now possessed two dainty beautiful woman's feet, followed by the shapely legs, the heart shaped ass but in front was a beautiful vagina with pubic hair shaved into a shamrock shape. The changes rolled up her body rendering a beautiful but flat chested woman from the neck down. It was now Bobby that had to complete the description.

"oooo... beautiful face long flowing red hair, large beautiful green eyes and full pouty lips," said Bobby with a rush of change covering her. As the words left her lips her change was almost complete.

"Ah the best, now describe your breasts!" said Seamus.

"Large beautiful breasts, with large nipples" said Bobby.

"Oh, don't cut yourself short, they will be just as large as before and the nipples will rest so sensitive on your chest!" said Seamus.

Bobby's breasts were swelling out rapidly. This had happened before but not with her standing and they did feel good as they grew. She looked in the mirror and saw her swell past a D and into the G cup range. She hefted them and felt them growing in her hands. Her large K cup breasts were back and her nipples if anything now seemed more sensitive than before.

"Oh, Deere, its time for us to play, will you be a good lay?" laughed Seamus.

Bobby looked up at the ceiling and saw that his friends had not changed in the least. "Come on, change my friends now, you have had your show!"

"A show indeed! But revenge is the plan for thee. Now beg for me to come onto thee!" laughed Seamus.

Bobby cringed. He was right, that was the deal. She had to ask him to make love to her. Crap! To ask that little bastard to deflower her? Ugh. She looked up at the ceiling at her deformed friends. She held her breath and then said, "Please come on to me."

Seamus lightly took Bobby's hand and kissed it. Bobby closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on feelings rather than think of the reality. She was sitting on the bed, so the little man could reach and touch any place on her body. He kissed and licked along her neck and worked his way down. Seamus did not attack her chest. Rather he moved slowly as if stalking a prey. He held her breasts and then hefted their weight. Bobby responded with appreciation that he was gentle with her breasts. She held out a hope that he would stop, but at a minimum that this would not be too painful of an experience. The gnarled little hands played across her breasts. Then it happened. He lightly and ever so gently touched her nipples. One word flowed through Bobby's brain "GOOD". The little bastard was being passionate and it felt good. She decided to steel herself against enjoying Seamus's boob play too much. The problem was he was now sucking and play with her nipples. He pushed both her large breasts together and took both nipples into his mouth at once; the feeling of passion that took over Bobby's mind can not be understated. She let out a long and passionate moan.

"Oh, ye, like that? I am only just beginning to bring out your feeling," said Seamus.

""Don't talk, suck. Oh, kiss me!" moaned Bobby as she lay back onto the bed. She also kept her eyes close as the mere image of Seamus at her chest made her want to retch.

Bobby was becoming horny. Seamus was all over her body with kissing, rubbing and sucking. He was very adept at exciting her and bringing her to higher and higher heights of passion. Then while her nipple was deep in his mouth with it being chased by his tongue and her other breast being lightly rubbed and caressed, it happened. Bobby came. It felt so very good. She felt her own excitement start to run down the outside of her leg. This little monster was good at one thing! Oh, was he good. The orgasm passed very quickly, but it wasn't forgotten, rather it was desired to return. Bobby wanted him to continue his prolonged foreplay. Soon Bobby was panting out loud from Seamus's touching. The panting turned into gasp's and then another orgasm followed even quicker by horniess. Seamus was now fingering the out side of Bobby's vagina. She could feel his stubby fingers twist those lips and lightly rub her clit. This time Bobby's hips bucked with the orgasm followed by an absolute need to have her vagina filled.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" moaned Bobby.

"Ah the main event at last, I'll fill you while holding your ass." Whispered Seamus as he got on top of Bobby.

Two thoughts struck Bobby, "Change my friends. A condom, I want you to wear a condom!"

"Your friends are change right now, don't have a cow. Look to the wall and see, they'll fully change when I mount thee. But oh, Deere the flesh is warm and the fluids moist don't ask for that condom choice!" said Seamus.

She could see that in each of the pictures her friends were starting to change back to their original forms. With the thought she had changed her friends, it relaxed her even more. This caused her mind to become filled even with more passion for the coming sex act. Though she was horny to almost blotting out other thoughts, Bobby cried out, "No, I get my way, condom, I want you to wear a condom."

"Then one it shall be and then I shall proceed to fully fuck thee!" said Seamus while donning a condom that appeared with the wave of his hand.

Bobby felt the Leprechauns manhood at her woman's lips. She felt it part those lips go, through her hymen and enter her deeply. The momentary pain was nothing compared to the joy that his movement was bringing. Soon she was thrusting her hips to meet each of his own thrusts. He was a very powerful little man, oh, so very powerful and Bobby crashed into another orgasm. Her orgasms were building and building, each seemed to create an uncontrollable desire in her for more, more and more sex. She now needed that dick that was pounding in and out of her. She loved every thrust and every minute of copulation. Her passion became wild abandon, because up on the wall her friends were now all change back to normal. She no longer was compelled to a near act of rape; she now could glory in the feeling of exquisite lovemaking. Was she horny or what?

"Oh my dear, you have nothing to fear. Fill you deep I said, don't worry, we'll stay on the bed," said Seamus.

It was growing! The dick inside Bobby was growing bigger and bigger. She was being filled to capacity by that dick. It was long, hard, and pushing back and forth in her like a piston. Her huge breasts were now jiggling with each violent move into and out of her. The cool air in the room flowed across her nipples and she orgasmed yet again. She was frenzied now. She held on to Seamus's butt. Her legs wrapped tight around him. Trying to pull him in deeper and deeper with each thrust. She was wild and almost to that final orgasm that would be the one true one, the one orgasm that would release her mind from this prison of passion. She needed this release or she would be doomed to serve as a slave to passion. She was almost there!

"Ah, I be growing to big, the condom busted it did. Looks like were through, your done being screwed " Whispered Seamus.

"I have to cum! FUCK ME! I AM ALMOST THERE FUCK ME! CUM IN ME! MAKE THAT DICK BIG!! OHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!!!! Screamed Bobby

The large member in Bobby swelled even larger. It became rock hard and then began its release into her, Bobby screamed as loud as she could scream. The most incredible orgasm she had ever experience ripped through her body and would not stop. She threw her hips upward and wrapped her legs hard around the little man. Then her mind became a blinding light her moaning and screaming lost to the feeling of passion. Her hips and thrusting stopped, but the orgasm continued. It seemed as though hours passed. She collapsed from a sheer sensory over load of passion. Then unable to think and completely spent she fell into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 4

The next day she awoke to a pounding on her door.

"Get your lazy arse out of bed and get to work you trollop!" exclaimed the head housekeeper.

What? Where am I? Were the thought's that ran through Bobby's sleepy head. The she recalled her fate. (Well, at least it was GREAT sex) she thought to herself as she struggled to get out of bed. In about an hours time she was dressed and in a frilly French Maids outfit standing before the front desk.

"What's all of this?" asked the head housekeeper.

"Management thinks if we have employees that have a certain physical appearance we should exploit it to ensure return patronage," said the Clerk as though bored by the whole thing.

"Yea, but she looks like she's ready to be milked! Look at the way her tits are falling out... " said the head housekeeper and then nattered on in an argument with the clerk. However, she had already sent Bobby on chamber pot duty.

Bobby dutiful went upstairs and started on the rooms that had chamber pots due to a temporary plumbing issue. Emptying the pots was a very vile business and Bobby emptied her stomach as much as she emptied the pots. After the pots she went to the suite of rooms that the "American Floozies" were staying in.

It was in Alice's room where she first ran into one of her old friends.

"Pardon me Ma'am, I am here to do the room," said Bobby.

"In that outfit you look like you are ready to do more than the room," said Alice.

"Yes Ma'am," said Bobby

"Oh, knock the Ma'am crap off. We must be the same age, but we certainly ain't the same size!" said Alice with a laugh while looking at Bobby's cleavage.

"Are you sure? Maybe we should change clothes to find out?" said Bobby with a sly grin.

"Hmm, are you kidding? Naw, you're kidding? I am Alice," said Alice.

Bobby knew that Alice was lesbian with a thing for boobs. Bobby knew she had two friends that could help make friends with Alice. "I am Bobby. To tell you the truth I think you are very beautiful. I have seen you around the hotel for the last couple of days. I am just sorry that you had to meet me as the maid and I had to be in this awful outfit."

"Look, the outfit isn't that ba... ok, it sucks. They were pigs to put you in it. Let me guess. A guy's idea? Hard guess. But, Bobby, was it? Babe, you are hot and I mean hot! Don't you be afraid to show a little skin to get what you got coming to you. With that body of yours, if you were in the States you could make a killing in my line of work!" said Alice.

"What do you do?" said Bobby feigning ignorance.

"I am an exotic dancer. Me and my three friends. We are on a bit of a vacation over here. We, you know, I can't really remember why we came here? But, here we are for the next week or two. Then its off to Paris!" said Alice.

"Paris? How nice! But, you are an exotic dancer? Don't you need to go back to work? That's the life for me," said Bobby.

"Oh, wow, now that's a story. A really wild story! Seems this guy won a $200 million lottery a while back, but it turned out he didn't win. Something about a forged ticket, but turns out old Barbie in the next room did have a winning ticket that we had all gone in on. I am worth $50 million!" almost squealed Alice.

Bobby got a big smile on her face. Somehow a thought briefly entered her mind that maybe Seamus wasn't such a bad guy. No, that couldn't be true? This was just a coincidence. But, she was very happy that her old friends now had money. "THAT'S WONDERFUL!"

"You know... I am not above making money. Could be I might just want to sponsor an unknown from the Emerald Isle? You serious about wanting to be a dancer? Babe, you got the build to make a ton of money. I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that action," said Alice.

"I am very serious about wanting out of here! You better believe I'd take a job as a dancer. And then have that get me over to the States? Oh, that's a dream come true!" said Bobby.

"Well, if you're serious take your clothes off." Giggled Alice.

"What?" replied Bobby.

"If you are serious then I want to see what I'll be investing in. Sure you got a great chest when its supported, but I am talking dancing naked. Birthmarks, tattoo's, one boob bigger than the other and just a whole bunch of other stuff would cut into my er our profits. So, if you want me to really consider all this, then STRIP!" said Alice with a smile.

Bobby had stripped with Alice on stage a number of times, Alice just didn't remember. Bobby proceeded to undress in the same fashion as she had done on stage. It worked just like Bobby remembered, in a matter of minutes Bobby was naked and she knew Alice was very aroused.

"OH WOW! You are a natural!" said a very enthusiastic Alice.

"Thank you, ah, I don't want to seem to forward... ," said Bobby

"Yes?" said Alice.

"Gosh, it's embarrassing standing here naked," said Bobby

"You'll get used to it," said Alice.

"No, its not that... its" said Bobby and Alice stepped close as Bobby lowered her voice. "I think you are very pretty in the way a boy thinks a girl is pretty."

Alice gave a big smile back to Bobby. She kissed her lightly on the cheek. Bobby thrilled when Alice's hand "accidentally" brushed against her naked breast. "I think you are pretty that way too. I want to talk to my friends about you. Maybe when we leave we won't leave alone? But, if you don't get out of here I am afraid you will lose your current job before you have a new one."

Bobby said nothing back, but looking at the clock she realized she had lost an hour in this room. The head housekeeper was going to be mad! Bobby quickly got dressed and proceeded to her other rooms to clean. She tried hard, but she didn't finish on time. The head housekeeper was very annoyed. So annoyed that her "cow" of a maid was sent to her room without supper and was told to be on time for work on the morrow, otherwise she would be out of her room and board job. The head housekeeper then added Bobby could pop on down to Dublin where she could get a job in a brothel since she enjoyed being on her backside. The night went poorly for Booby. She kept getting images of Seamus sucking at her tit. Though the feeling had been pleasurable the image was sickening. She tried to sleep but those ugly images kept her up most of the night sick to her stomach. The next day didn't provide any relief. It was more chamber pot duty. Puke, clean, puke clean, it was not a fun day. In fact she was so far behind that she didn't make it back to Alice's or the other girls rooms that day or the next.

Here it was the fourth day after her return to Bobbyhood. Her damn French Maid outfit was pinching her bust every time she tried to turn around. She was getting catcalls from the front desk when she went by. She was informed that if she wanted to file a sexual harassment suit she could move to America. At least the chamber pot duty had become tolerable and the vomiting had stopped. The good news was that Alice was in her room when she stopped by to clean. Maybe she could use Alice as a ticket out of Blarney? Even if not, maybe she could rekindle that missing friendship? Bobby was feeling alone and desperate. Even if the Head Housekeeper were to threaten Bobby with her job, she'd risk that for time with Alice.

"Hello, Alice," said Bobby.

"Oh, hi! Girls this is Bobby. Bobby this is Barbie, Sandy and Candy. I told them about you. They think my little plan may just work," said Alice while holding Bobby's hand.

Bobby blushed. "I am very pleased to meet all of you. I don't want to be rude or cheeky but, you are all very attractive women."

"Alice said she was one." Giggled Candy and Barbie hit her in the ribs.

"So, Bobby, you want to be a stripper?" asked Barbie.

"I think that's an exotic dancer?" corrected Bobby

"Oh, she got you there!" laughed Sandy.

"Hmpf, look we want to see the goods. Alice could not stop blabbing about you. So, you impress us, maybe you can come back to the good ol' USA with us. Now, if you don't mind, would you take your clothes off please?" said Barbie

Bobby proceeded to strip out of her maid uniform. The low cut neckline had become tight today and there was a red line left across her boobs where it had been. She dropped the top and skirt and then shimmied out of the frilly under things. She was down to her panties and stockings. When Alice interrupted.

"That's enough, why didn't you tell me?" said Alice.

"Tell you what?" asked Bobby.

"Duh, that you're pregnant that's what. We can't take a pregnant stripper home with us," said Alice and turning toward her friends "Sorry girls, she didn't look this far along three days ago."

"I AM NOT PREGNANT!" stated Bobby.

"Look, three days ago you had pink nipples, you got brown nipples now. You have a line where your bobbies have over stretched your top, my guess is they are growing, plus, you have that ever so cute paunch right above your panty line," said Alice in anger thinking Bobby had tired to fool her.

"No, no, NO! It can't be, NO! NOOOOooooooooooo!" cried Bobby.

"She really didn't know?" said Candy.

How could you not know? What she's four or five months along," said Barbie.

"Babe, you didn't know?" said Alice as she took Bobby by the hand and had her sit on the edge of the bed.

"It was just one time. It was my first time. The condom broke, I couldn't stop, I... I... I..boohoo, boohoo" cried Bobby.

"Oh, gawd, that happen to me too! The lousy... well, I got involved in the moment as well. It turned out for the best, I had an abortion. I am not proud of it, but it worked out. Don't worry honey," said Sandy while putting an arm around Bobby.

"Ah, Sandy, this is Ireland, your option isn't an option here," said Barbie.

All four girls tried to console Bobby. Bobby cried and cried. The girls finally said she was getting a little too nutty for them it was just a baby. That's when she stunned them and said no, the father was a Leprechaun. That went over like a fart in church, until...

"You mean a mean a little man that tricks people?" asked Barbie.

"Well, yea" replied Bobby.

"The kind of stinking bastard that would trick you into asking for something you didn't want to have?" asked Barbie.

"You know?" asked Bobby.

"Know? No. Been plagued by dreams? Yes. Almost tormented by them. Dreams so real that I can see and remember all of his gnarled ugly features. He wasn't a storybook Leprechaun, he was a twisted evil looking beast as if from a horror movie," said Barbie.

"That's the one," said Bobby.

"And you had sex with him? Ewww" said Candy.

"Hey, it was to help some friends? Ok, but..oh, help me..But I liked it. He was wonderful..ewww" went Bobby.

"Ewwww" went all the girls.

"I am sorry honey. You can look us up in about five or six months after you have the baby," said Alice.

"Five or six months? He fucked me four days ago! Look at me!" said Bobby.

"Oh, my gosh, oh my gosh! You are going to be due right around St. Patrick's day at the end of the week at that rate!" squealed Sandy.

Bobby went white and then she passed out. She woke up with a man holding a stethoscope standing over her. She tried to get her bearings. She was still in Alice's room, but in bed. The girls were there and so was the head housekeeper.

"You are going to be a alright. The baby is doing fine," said the Doctor.

"BABY? Not in my employ its not. Consider yourself unemployed as of now. Now drag your whoring ways over to Dublin and find yourself a home for unwed mothers. You won't be under my roof anymore!" said the head housekeeper.

"Who the Hell are you? Her mother?" said Alice.

"What kind of Gestapo place you running here?" asked Barbie.

"Yea, you on the rag this week or something?" said Candy.

"No, she hasn't seen a rag in 30 years or more!" added Sandy with a laugh.

"You damn Yanks! Its not you who'd be losing money caring for this baby. Its me, she's in my employ, well, was. I don't see you pickin up any bleedin tab! So, I'd thank ye, to hold yer tongues."

"Why don't you bite yours, sister? Bobby there is the next up and coming dancer that I am sponsoring. Guess what, I am taking her to America? Baby and all! You can't fire her, because she quit two hours ago. She was just so friggin happy with joy she passed out. She will be stayin with us. You got that? From now on you will call her Ma'am and curtsey to her the way a good servant should! Or maybe I should take my complaint to the owner of this hotel? What's you job worth? Maybe I ought just to have him get rid of YOU!" said Barbie.

"Bleedin Yanks and no good money. Good-day to ya, Ma'am" said the Head Housekeeper as she stormed out of the room.

"Well, I guess we got us a dancer, preggers or not?" smirked Candy looking at Barbie.

"Oh, shut-up" said Barbie.

"Its ok. You can come with us," said Alice as she smiled at Bobby on the bed.

Bobby started crying. The doctor knew he's cue and was out of the room as well. Bobby had a rough night and the girls worked shifts to be with her. She was better by morning and a lot bigger.

"Those bed covers hide a lot of you. You just kind of ballooned up last night," said Alice.

"Yea, you gotta be like five months" said Barbie

Bobby sat on the side of the bed. Her large breasts were now resting on her volley ball sized stomach. "oh, ohh, I am getting big fast."

"Naw, I bet you are only five months. Seems big, it happening this quick, but going into that second trimester is when the ol' stomach really starts to bulge. But, honey, you aren't half as big as you are going to get," said Barbie.

Bobby spent the day in the room. Not so much because she wanted too, but because there were now no clothes in the room that would fit her. Her stomach was growing nearly at a second by second noticeable rate, and her breasts were starting to swell out even further. That evening as she clearly was hitting the end of the second trimester the girls returned with a Moo-Moo dress that would cover her enough to get around. A bra on the other hand was a useless concern. As big as she was becoming made the prospect of finding a 38L bra pretty remote in the small town of Blarney, though they did spend that sixth day trying to find one. Bobby felt butterflies that day. No, it wasn't butterflies, it was kicking. A soft and seldom kick. It was the baby that was alive inside of her. She wanted to hate what had happened, but she had a real life inside her. A what? Well, baby inside of her. Despite all the horror of the last few days, Bobby did enjoy feeling a new life inside her womb.

On the morning of the seventh day, Bobby's plight was obvious. She had to be due in two days, if not sooner. Her breasts had not grown, but were now beginning to barely leak and crust during the day. They were chaffing. She felt like she had to pee constantly and her hemorrhoids, lets not talk about that. The high point of the day were some dainty kicks obviously coming from the baby. Bobby had been feeling them for sometime, her baby was kicking. Today is when it really hit her. HER BABY was kicking. It was with dread that those words had first filled her mind, but oddly it was now turning into anticipation. She began wondering what her baby would be like. She also spent the day crying. She had seen herself in the mirror.

"Look at me! I am a blimp!" sobbed Bobby.

"Its ok, you can get your figure back after the baby comes. It might be some work, but you put your mind to it, its do able," said Alice

"My boobs are hanging off my stomach like giant head lights! You can't work out to make boobs better! My ass is HUGE its starting to jiggle as much as my boobs. Yea, my stomach will get a little smaller, but its going to be a roly poly mess. I am a blob! That's all I'll ever be... boo, hoo" went Bobby

"Its ok. Settle down Bobby. All women think this, its going to be ok. Its also normal to be upset, you just go ahead and cry," said Barbie while hugging Bobby.

"'Tis surprising you can get close enough to hold me! Oh, Barbie, you and the rest... what wonderful friends you are to me. I don't deserve your kindness, don'cha know," said Bobby.

"Could be we got taught a different way to look at things in life? You're a good person. We are thankful for a chance to help a woman in need," said Barbie and was joined by like comments from the other girls.

"Ahhhhh... thank ye," said Bobby as she sobbed in Barbie's arms.

"I think somebody's hormones are out of control" whispered Sandy to Candy.

"Hey, if I was this big seven days after having sex, it'd be more than my hormones out of control!" whispered Candy back.

The rest of the day was uneventful. The next morning was another story. Bobby's stomach was now the size of having triplets in the ninth month!

"HELP!" cried Bobby.

The girls rushed to Bobby's assistance. They found Bobby pinned to the bed by her stomach. It now rose over three feet out from her body. With some difficulty they rolled Bobby unto her side, her large breasts shifting with the movement. Bobby knew her breasts were huge, vastly beyond the L cup of yesterday, however, they now looked small in comparison to her stomach. It was a mighty effort on the part of all the girls to get Bobby to her feet. Bobby was now just barely able to waddle. Normal strides were no longer possible. The Moo-Moo of the past few days was now useless. They wrapped her in a sheet from the bed as a make shift toga. At this point a white-faced head Housekeeper came into the room.

"There... there... there is a carriage for Ms. McGee at the front step" said a terrified Housekeeper

"We didn't order a car? What's the problem?" said Barbie.

"I dinna say an automobile. It's a horse drawn carriage... .." she said in hushed tones.

"We didn't order that either. Send it away," said Alice

"No... no... she must go. The..the..the driver is a wee man and he says he's here to take her to Broganshire!!!" She then turned and saw just how big Bobby had actually grown. "Saints preserve us!" she stammered out.

"I don't care if its to New York City, Ms. McGee is in no condition to travel!" said Barbie.

"No, I must go! Look at me! I am beyond huge. I am big enough for three if not more babies in me. It only feels like one. But... but... if its one baby. Oh, Gawd, if its one baby, I will be ripped apart trying to give birth! The father is from Broganshire. I think Broganshire is a better chance for me than to be here in Blarney when the baby comes," said Bobby.

Reluctantly the girls agreed with Bobby. They helped her down to the carriage. Poor Bobby was more hefted into the carriage then helped in. She was huge and the sheet gave more the impression of covering a circus fat lady than any form of garment. The girls tried to get in the carriage as well, but the driver told them they could not come. They tried to follow in an automobile but lost the carriage in a mysterious fog bank at the edge of Blarney.

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CHAPTER 5

In side the fog bank Bobby saw it turn pitch black and then a beautiful fogless day appeared. She was driven to a quaint cottage on the edge of a 17^th century looking Irish town. There 5 Leprechauns helped her from the carriage to a bed in the cottage. Bobby noticed she was even bigger in the stomach than when they started. She now had a stomach that could easily have held one of the four-foot tall men that were helping her to bed. They laid her on her side in the bed. Her now grossly distended stomach, with its flush belly button, pushed out and beyond the sides of the bed. Bobby wondered if she was saved or doomed. She was still wondering when a Leprechaun wearing a crown came into the room.

"Why isn't she dressed? We can't have a wedding without the bride being dressed!" said the Leprechaun King

Bobby quickly looked around the room and realized she was the only "she" there. He was talking about her. MARRIAGE?!

"She's a bit large to be tryin to move around to dress, your worships.," said one of the Leprechauns.

"Then use magic, ya fool. Look at her! It's going to take magic to get her on her feet for the ceremony anyway. Now get to it!" ordered the Leprechaun King.

Bobby was magically transported to the back of what appeared to be a church. She was now able to stand without a problem and had on a white wedding dress. The dress clung to her massive chest and was scoped down to show the top of her mighty cleavage and then with her breasts resting atop her stomach the dress stretched a good four feet in front of her. From behind you could see that Bobby's butt had retained its heart shape, but was nearly twice as large. Amazingly, though it was still a waddle, Bobby could walk without a problem. The room was a translucent white, no, rather a wedding veil and train had appeared on her head. Along with all this, the King of the Leprechauns reappeared.

"This is much better. We can start the ceremony in about five minutes. PLACES!" he called out.

"Hold your horses! I dinna come her to get married! What is all this?" demanded Bobby.

"Oh, the lad's didn't tell ya? Ya know, you work 200 years as king and you still can get good help. Ok, lass. You are here to marry the father of your child," he said.

"SEAMUS O'SHANTY????? Oh, no, I am not marrying that bastard!" said Bobby

"'Tis true a bastard he be. That's why you are here. We are going to fix that. He won't be a bastard after the ceremony," he said.

"What?" said Bobby.

"Ah, ye humans. Look Seamus fell into a bad, you would say crowd, that influenced him to do evil most of his life. When a Leprechauns reborn the problems of old are washed away and he starts with a fresh record as it were. We can't very well have him born a bastrard twice can we? That's what happened last time around and look how he turned out. This time he will start off truly fresh," he said.

Bobby turned white as her veil, "YOU MEAN HE'S IN ME?" she asked while holding her stomach.

"Of course! What did ye think? We are magical and near immortal. We could not very well allow sex to produce more leprechauns! We'd be hip deep in ourselves! Nobody diein and more bein born. Naw, he is in you and a babe it is true. When he is born again he will start life anew," he said.

"And I'll have your bleedin job!" said a voice in Bobby's stomach.

"Now, Seamus we expect better. You are getting a re-start. But, alas, yes its true. Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and any leprechaun re-born on that day can challenge the king for his throne," he said.

"Ha, ha, that of course will be my course. Now a wedding we see for Bobby and me!" squealed Seamus with delight.

"Ye keep talkin in there and you violate the reborn rules. You'll be out soon enough," he said.

"Me mouth is shut, you'll hear no more buts." Laughed Seamus.

"And why should I marry him?" asked Bobby.

The Leprechaun king waved his hand a green glow covered Bobby's stomach. Then he approached Bobby to whisper in her ear.

"Seamus is possessed by an evil force. We hope his rebirth will get the evil force out of him. If not we have a back-up plan. Its extreme, and well, I won't go into that. But, you should help us because he isn't all-evil and can be saved. Besides, he did restore your friends as promised and under our rules he didn't have to do that. Then he went and fixed it for them to be wealthy the rest of their lives. He only got in there because you actually enjoyed your time with him. There's a nice guy inside of you, you are a good person, and maybe you could focus on that and love him for the fact that he truly is your child now? Besides, this is a Leprechaun marriage; it doesn't have any standing beyond Broganshire. You also may want to consider Leprechauns are born full-grown. He's coming out regardless, you want our magic when that happens or you want to be on your own? Have you done Lamaze for a four foot man to be born?" he said.

Bobby looked at her stomach and her eyes got wide. "I'd be killed if I try and birth him without help!"

"'Tis true. He will come out as a normal birth, but his size will change by magic. Ye, will have all the pain, but not physical damage if you birth him her in Broganshire, but that must be as a married woman. Otherwise, POP" He said.

"Looks like I am getting marr... ," said Bobby.

"Dearly beloved we are gathered her. To join this Leprechaun and this woman in Holy Matrimony" said the Leprechaun Priest.

Bobby blinked. She was no longer in the back of the church. She was standing at the altar with Seamus standing next to her. On top of that her stomach was gone! Living her with an incredible bustline as the last reminder that she was suppose to be eight months pregnant.

"I do" said Seamus

"And do you Bobby McGee take this Leprechaun to be your magical husband; to cherish, honor, and to love the child of the union that brings us together today?" said the Leprechaun Priest.

Bobby thought over the vows. Gosh, they were vows! She thought about the feelings she had the last few days. She thought about a soul she had been given to safeguard. She thought of abused friends. She thought of being trapped. She thought, "I do," said Bobby.

"The ring Lad" said the Leprechaun Priest looking at Seamus, where upon a golden band appeared in his hand.

Seamus actually drooled as the gold band appeared in his hand. He closed his hand on it and that voice that had controlled him all this many years told him to keep the gold and run! He looked at that vile Bob McGee standing next to him. The only person in all these years to actually survive a wishing encounter. That rotten person, well, that rotten person, no, ok, he'd admit that as a woman she was an incredible lay and piece of ass, but one should not talk about their mother like that. It was too many thoughts. Gold! Not gold, I am a LEPRECHAUN and a LEPRECHAUN I WILL BE were the thoughts that finally grabbed a brief hold of his mind. He slipped the ring on Bobby's finger.

"Now with the power invested in me, I declare you Leprechaun and wife. You may kiss the bride," said the Leprechaun Priest.

Seamus lifted Bobby's veil. For a moment it looked like Seamus did not have a gnarled face. He really was a bit on the handsome side. He floated up and kissed Bobby tenderly on the lips. Then as if a black plague ran over his features he gnarled up and said evil things as slowly he floated down. Bobby tried to get a quick look at the wedding audience, but as Seamus floated out of site her stomach expanded back out, it rapidly went back to its five foot circumference and Bobby was left standing at the alter gasping for breath and holding her giant stomach. There was no wedding Photographer. The clock was striking twelve as the wedding bells tolled. It was now the ninth day and it was Saint Patrick's Day. Bobby's breathing went to gasping as liquid broke from her crotch and down her legs, at the final clock chime.

Bobby was floated back to her bed in the cottage. She was placed on the edge of the bed and her clothing magically disappeared. Spells were cast over her. The first waves of what felt like constipation hit her. Then she tried to respond to those painful cramps by what felt like an urge to shit. At first Bobby's mind raced about what was she doing giving birth or shitting? This confusion was short lived as the pain began yet again after a mere few minutes of respite. Two Leprechaun Priests entered the room.

"Ah, almost too late. Bless you my child," said the first Priest.

"Hmm, might not be enough? Bless you again my child," said the Second Priest.

"Holy crap! She's been twice blessed! POSITIONS!" screamed one of her Leprechaun attendants.

Between contractions Bobby started to ask, "What does... .Ohhhhhh". She was cut off by a feeling that hit her breasts. They started growing. They grew faster and faster, The growth rapidly ended when she had twin hemispheres the size of her five-foot stomach. They now lay off both sides of the bed, besides rising about three feet into the air. It was now hopeless for Bobby to look anywhere except straight up. If the Leprechauns to her side hadn't moved they would have been suffocated. Her contractions were still continuing.

Bobby had been in labor for over an hour, when she finally started making some headway with the baby. Slowly the head emerged. Just as the Leprechaun king had stated somehow the four foot Leprechaun was coming out of Bobby without ripping her apart, though at this point she felt that a quick death would be better. First the head, then the shoulders. It was with a final push that she ejected the rest of the baby from her.

She looked at the re-born Leprechaun. HE WAS BEAUTIFUL! He didn't look like Seamus at all. Well, a bit, but his features were all clean and pure. He looked back up at her and hugged her.

"Oh, ye be my mother dear and 'tis my mother I hold dear" said Seamus.

"You are mine? Oh, I had no idea. Mine really mine? Oh, little Seamus, your mommy loves you too!" said an exhausted Bobby who now was holding Seamus to her chest. Her exhaustion was complete with the final grunt and ejection of the afterbirth. Even though spent by this process, Bobby smiled. Her heart soared! What a beautiful baby! Ok, four-foot Leprechaun, but he was hers sure enough. A part of her to live on after she was turned to dust. A wonderful looking little...

Then Seamus turned dark. His skin rippled. It twisted. His face developed deep furors. His skull seemed to grow too big for his body.

"It didnna work! Archers to position! Shillelaghs to the front!" screamed the King of the Leprechauns and a dozen heavily armed Leprechauns appeared.

"This day I was bore the Leprechaun way and just so happens its Saint Paddy's day. You will drop your arms and 'tis no request, I be the king and this is no jest!" said Seamus jumping from his mother's arms.

The Leprechauns dropped their weapons, as indeed Seamus O'Shanty was right. He could claim the throne of the Leprechauns. They were now doomed to become servants of evil.

"You have not completed the ritual you foul contemptible beast!" said the former King of the Leprechauns.

"On this ye be true, but what's a baby going to do? To do the rest, I need mommy's breasts!" giggled Seamus.

"YEEEOWWW!" went Bobby. Her breasts had just doubled again in size. They hadn't grown; they had filled with milk. She had filled so full of milk, it felt like each of her now 10 foot tall breasts would explode. Fortunately she had toppled unto her side, otherwise her breasts would have suffocated her.

"Subjects of mine will all stand in line. After this there will be no time, you will all commit my ordered crimes. Once I have drained these breasts, I will give you all no rest," said Seamus as he grabbed Bobby's right breast and began sucking.

"Suck away you sickening beast. Till they are drained you can't command in the least!" said the former Leprechaun King, knowing that Seamus hated other people rhyming. The king also motioned to all the Leprechaun soldiers to pick up their weapons.

Bobby was in pain. She was in pain because her giant tits felt ready to explode. Then on top of that Seamus was biting her as he sucked. Then slowly the biting stopped and was replaced by simple sucking. The pressure in first one breast and then the other was getting relieved. It even looked as though Seamus was losing some of his gnarled features. By the time he had finished both breasts, the same charming Leprechaun she had given birth to had reappeared. The thrill and happiness that flowed out of Bobby by this cannot be understated. As Seamus let go of her tit, Bobby saw that his stomach had been grossly distended. Well, he had drunk probably twenty gallons of milk. She pulled Seamus to her and holding him to her shoulder patted him on her shoulder to burp him.

"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP" went Seamus and gallon upon gallon of milk was ejected to the floor.

On the floor the milk slowly began to pulsate. Then it came together into large solid globs. Then the globs began forming into a figure. Soon a seven-foot tall figure with horns and a tale appeared in the center of the room.

"ERIN GO BRAGH!" screamed the former Leprechaun King as he charged with magical shillelagh held high. The archers let fly with magical arrows toward the milky devil form. The former king was joined in the attack by a half dozen berserking Leprechauns swing and connecting with their own magical shillelaghs. The milk covered figured tried to resist, but it was hopeless. It was ripped to shreds and black ooze replaced the milk-covered floor. Then with a flick of the wrist, by the former king, the room was cleaned again.

Bobby had held Seamus close to her bosom while all this had happened. At the end of which, Seamus spoke. "Thank ye, my Majesty O'Toole. To your kingdom I do not want to rule."

"Ah, we have you back now? It makes me pleased and how. The demon is no more, to you hope is restored," said the Leprechaun King

Seamus Laughed, "Oh, ye do remember how I can take a jest. I do make silly rhymes at my mom's breast."

"WHAT THE DEVIL IS ALL THIS THEN?" pleaded Bobby.

"Poor Seamus in his previous life had fallen in with a bad lot. He got himself possessed by a powerful demon he did. Us being magical folks that caused all kinds of problems. In fact it got a lot of humans killed here and in America. You helped us the first time and we thought we had him stopped. Indeed we even restored him to himself, but that didn't work. He was power hungry. We had no choice but to assume he'd try to become king of the Leprechauns. That was our opportunity. We knew he hated you more than his love of gold. It would be you who he would impregnate with himself. What he failed to consider is what we knew. We knew our Seamus was a good kid gone wrong, and we knew you have a strong and loving heart. If we could just get you two together, we knew we could drive that Demon out and then we'd tear it to ribbons." Said the Leprechaun King.

"OK, so what about my boobs? They are now hanging to past my knees!" asked Bobby.

"Oh, that was insurance. The Priests over there filled you with the milk of human kindness. Thing about that is, Deere, they would have only been half the size they wound up to be. Seems you didn't need to be blessed, you were already full of it," said the King of the Leprechauns.

"Your Majesty O'Toole, you should be ashamed! Look at me poor mother! Look what ye and your magic have left her lookin to be? You, will be restorin' her to her rightful beauty or suffer me wrath! I do it meself, but you know we canna be usin magic on family," said Seamus, as his naked body magically became clothed in a traditional Leprechaun outfit.

"You didn't rhyme?!" said Bobby.

"Oh mommy dear, do not fear, when me Irish is up the rhymes don't have much luck," said Seamus while smiling at Bobby.

"Calm yourself down. We are not about to let family go about in such a state! But, Bobby or is it Bob, you must tell me what it is to be? You have been twisted by your wishes, the desires of others, made Irish without your consent. I can't undo the past, but we can address the future. How can I help you?" said the Leprechaun King.

"Are you saying I can be any image and body?" asked Bobby.

"'Tis more sweeping than that lass. But, that's a good start." Replied the Leprechaun King.

Bobby looked at Seamus. Her SON Seamus, her Leprechaun son. He smiled back.

"Go ahead, you can be Bob. I won't sob. No... no... oh, please... no..Its ok, you can be Bob, but if to my Mom you will not stay, then it has to be good-day." Cried Seamus.

The little turd loved her. Oh, great, that kind of summed things up, because Bobby loved that little turd as well.

Bobby smiled and pulled Seamus close to her. She lifted one of her deflated and saggy breasts that was resting on her lap. She then threw Seamus across her knee and proceeded to spank the hell out of him! "I don't ever want to hear about you associating with any demons ever again! You got that. The nerve of it all! You were a bad bad bad bad bad Leprechaun! Now, get up. And let me hug you," said Bobby.

Seamus hugged Bobby, while the room giggled and laughed at his spanking. Bobby gave them all a mean look and the giggling and laughing stopped. She then turned toward the Leprechaun King. "King O'Toole, listen to me. Make me leave my son Seamus and I'll never forgive ye! The future I don't know but love for a son it will grow. So, alas, please restore me as a fine Irish Lass," said Bobby as she hugged Seamus.

"There is some magic that overwhelms my own. I could never stand up to the magic of an Irish Mother. But, I can help her, especially one that has earned such a reward." With that said the King of the Leprechauns flipped his wrist.

Bobby was restored to her 48-22-38 figure and in a cute peasant dress, but her breasts felt heavy. Seamus suddenly got naked and smaller and smaller. Seamus started to cry and Bobby picked him up, just as he became a newborn babe. Bobby knew why her breasts were heavy. She pulled down the front left of her dress and began to nurse little Seamus.

"From this day forth, Seamus O'Shanty shall be Seamus M. O'Shanty with the M for McGee like his mother. Mrs. O'Shanty, a name by which you can go by only in Broganshire, to the human world you will be Miss McGee, till you take a human husband. Mrs. O'Shanty you shall enjoy Seamus as a human child till one year from today. At then end of one year he will go back to being a full Leprechaun, but the love for each other will remain. Don't be surprised if he dinna visit you each Saint Patrick's Day. And the last thing I need to say is that Mrs. O'Shanty we are you family, please come and visit the in-laws?" said the Leprechaun King with a gracious bow and a wave of the hand.

She looked down at the massive expanse of her cleavage, watching her large breasts dancing too and fro. With each bump and clickedy-clack of the railroad track; they would bounce and jiggle. Her nipples were sensitive and the air in the car was very comfortable. This all served to enhance feeling of joy she had nursing her young son. She discretely had a handkerchief cover her son as he suckled her milk.

"First we all get to split the lottery and then this! What an amazing trip!" said Alice.

"Wow, I had no idea this was such a wonderful country!" said Sandy

"Thank you Bobby, thank you so much for sharing all this with us," said Candy

"Maybe you girls ought to shut-up. I think Bobby is trying for some quality time?" said Barbie while looking at little Seamus.

Bobby smiled and enjoyed her friends company, but they couldn't be as close as she was to her son. She had come to Ireland to end a mistake, but instead found a loving family and happiness. Hopefully, she was about to find out what happily ever after really meant.

Meanwhile in Hell,

"What do you mean some big titted slut and a bunch of leprechauns beat you?" asked the Upper Echelon Overlord

"I must point out that... ," said the Demon trailing off.

What else did he say? I guess that's a different story.

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