You think of where you can hide, you can try to find somewhere to lay low, and maybe escape the city. But then what? What'll you do? And do you really think you'll have a shot of getting out of here? Look at these guys, there's no point resisting, and besides, they seem to be having a lot of fun. If you're going to give up, you might as well enjoy yourself.
You walk up to a tall man who's having a drink on the sidewalk. He's wearing a green shirt with the chest opened, exposing his six-pack and extensive body hair. He looks to be around 6'7, with short ginger hair, the hair is uncombed and wild. He has thick stubble and idly scratches his chin. As you walk he turns to you with a cocky grin, you spot a tent forming in his pants. "Oi, what do you think you're wearing?" It's too late to back out now, he's spotted you. "Sorry, didn't have anything green." "You fooking what? You didn't have anything green? Bloody 'ell, your something special." He walks right in front of you, you can now smell him. He smells of beer and musk. You stare at him "Could you help me out then? I could use some pointers on how to celebrate St. Patricks day." The man wraps an arm around you. "Course I fooking can, I'll take any chance I get to help a wanker learn the joys of St. Patrick. Names Nolan, now let me show you somewhere we can get acquainted in."
Nolan leads you down a few streets and eventually into a pub. The pub is filled with Irishmen, all drinking and laughing. They see Nolan leading you towards the back and start cheering for him. You hear a few of the remarks and start worrying "Oi, it's the legend himself. Give him a good one alright?" "Nolan, you fooked me into this, but you ain't fooked me again. Need you to fix that for me when you're done." "Ah look at this wanker, enjoy your time then."
You see a door at the back of the pub and are led in, inside is a hallway leading to several rooms. Nolan leads you down five sets of doors and enters the door on the right. You find yourself in a room with green and gold furnishings. Green bed, gold desk, green sheets. "Oi, wanker. Stop admiring the room and start admiring me." You turn to see Nolan fully naked and looking at you expectantly. You strip down and stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Nolan laughs at your hesitation and roughly grabs you and forces you on your knees. He holds the back of your head firmly and presses it against his cock. "You get the idea now?" You nod absentmindedly as you put your lips around his shaft.
Nolan keeps a tight grip on your head and moves you back and forth. You are completely at his mercy and guidance, and the more it's happening, the more you're enjoying it. You start to taste his pre, it tastes salty, but there's some property of it that just makes you crave more. As you taste it you start thinking back to today, but thinking back to today starts getting harder and harder, until thinking at all is too difficult. All you can focus on is Nolan and his tasty cum.
Suddenly, Nolan presses you hard against him, holding you in place as you deepthroat him. Your nose is pressed against his pubic hair, you can smell his manly musk. "Wanker, take a deep sniff of it. You'll be like that soon, you want that don't you?" You do as he instructs and take a deep sniff, nodding your head afterward. Yes, you want to be like Nolan. Nolan moves you back and allows you to breathe a bit before continuing. After a while of continuous face fucking, you start to feel strange. Your chin itches as your previously bare chin is coated in hair. The hair grows until it becomes long enough to grab and thick enough to completely cover your chin. You can see your arms, chest, and legs all grow ginger hairs. New might surges in your chest as a six-pack pushes itself out. Finally, you find yourself having to readjust on the floor as you grow a foot taller.
From all the treatment you cum, shooting ropes onto the floor. As you cum you feel your penis change, your foreskin regrows and your dick lengthens. Nolan looks down at you pleased and presses you hard into him until he cums, you happily drink down his spunk. Nolan pushes you off his cock but does not let go of you. He presses your head towards your crotch, you hear a cocky "Take a sniff" and do so. Your crotch smells like Nolans. He lets go of you and you stand before him, now roughly the same height, Nolan gives you a kiss and says "Welcome to the Irish life, Kegan."
After having decided to surrender yourself to the Irish, and subsequently turn into the Irishmen named Kegan, you join them on their endeavors. You spend your time with them, drinking in pubs and looking for anyone who hasn't joined the festivities. Each day is St. Patricks day, so there's always time to cheer. You spend eternity within this city, with your fellow Irish, the food and beer keeping you forever young and horney. Every now and again you get some new visitors to the city, some wanting to join the fun, and others wanting to fight and kick you out. Either way, these newcomers quickly find themselves drinking Irish brew with you and your friends, as your side mysteriously never has any casualties...