While you sat there, you watched your own body began to alter you, while your own clothes became 4-leafed clovers, that fell to the ground, leaving you completely naked. "Babe, what's going on?" your girlfriend asks. "I can't be sere," you answer. "I reckin that we might be gettin ar wish to come troo." You covered your mouth after saying those words.
"Babe, your accent," your girlfriend says. "While your voice became high, your speech became Irish." Oi shaleleh," You comment, while you began to feel your own butt inflate, and become round enough to sit on like a pillow. Next, your penis began to spit out squirts of cum, while your hourglass began to form. You aimed the cum behind the pot of gold, and away from your girlfriend, so you wouldn't mess up her hair with it, and cover a dozen more 4-leafed clovers on the ground full of cum on the ground.