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Saint Patrick's Day was often a day for drinking and merriment. Leprechauns also had their own share of amusement this day as well, for it was the day they were gifted with magic to use to mess around with the general populace. Some used their magic for fun, others used them for chaos and evil. For Cletus O'Malley, he granted but a single wish to anyone that asked for it. He had been wandering about a neighborhood at random. He wasn't sure what part of the world he was in, just that he had used a random teleportation spell that placed him somewhere in the world at random. He did know that it was daytime wherever he was, as well as a bit chilly as well. There was no green grass, just frozen snow, though the roadways were clear, just wet on the sides from the melting snow.

Cletus had short curly orange hair, a green top hat, and a green suit complete with green tie and black shoes with pointed tips at the end, a very stereotypical leprechaun. He was short, a good 3 and a half feet tall without the top hat. He picked out one house mostly at random, and knocked on the door. His face was covered in warts, but he didn't care. He just stood at the door with a grin on his face. The one random house he picked were going to be his lucky wish getters.

Doug heard the door from the living room. He was nothing special, a 21 year old that lived with his mother and sister, his mother was out for the day while his sister was in her room doing 'girl stuff' as she always liked to tell him. Doug had short black hair, a green vest, and long brown pants. With a sigh, he got off the couch, and walked his way to the door. "We have a doorbell." He said aloud. Once at the door, he opened it up. He looked left, and then right. He didn't see anything straight away, but then he looked down and noticed the large green top hat the leprechaun wore, and then the rest of his body. "Uh...Warwick Davis, is that you?"

"Who is that? Does he put on a show? I'm not him, I'm a leprechaun, don't you know?!" The leprechaun smiled crooked yellow teeth up at Doug. "It be Patty's day, yes sir-e, I'm here to grant you wishes you see! Just one wish, whatever you want, I can give you many things to flaunt."

"At least you're creative with your rhyming. I think." Doug scratched the back of his head with a bit of confusion. "Are you drunk or high or something though?" He studied the leprechaun slowly. His build looked too old to be a child, although he wasn't as a tall as a normal person. He had known some people to not be very tall though, but to see one dressed up as a leprechaun, let alone playing one out, was bizarre. He couldn't deny the leprechaun's teeth looked odd, and his skin looked much older than it would have on most normal people.

"Dear I am sober as all I can be, not a touch of alcohol or drugs has touched me. Just make a wish, anything will do, make it quick so it can come true!" Cletus continued his rhyming happily.

Doug didn't think too hard on what the leprechaun said. He thought his rhyming was rather amusing, but he wasn't ready to invite the guy in. "Uh...okay?" He thought back to the morning what his mom told him. He was frequently scolded for not doing multiple things around the house, and how she had to do everything, regardless of what he did, or didn't do. "Mom's always complaining she feels like she needs two of her around the house, so I wish there were two of her."

"A cloning wish? Tis easy to do! We'll make two of her, with a little help from you!" Cletus had both of his hands down on the top of his cane that looked as if it wiggled about with its multiple curves. He took one hand off his cane, and with his other hand, he pointed the cane directly at Doug.

"What do you mean by that?" Doug raised a brow at the small creature. "What am I going to do to help her?" He noticed the cane's sharp tip at the end, and while he was ready to go on the defensive, he felt a shiver down his spine. He first passed it off as nervousness, but then his head felt strange.

"Oh you'll see in due time there, in the meantime, check on your hair!" Cletus raised his cane up just a bit higher to point to Doug's head.

Doug reached up to his head to feel his hair. He knew his own hair was so short it barely touched the back of his neck, though his hair felt strange as he brushed his hand through it. His hair felt finer than he remembered, as if the hair itself was thinner. He reached to the back of his head and found his hair went down longer than he remembered too. Doug's hand slowly shifted to his ear as he was easily able to move the hair in front of him, and his eyes widened as he stared at, not his black hair, but a dark red hair that his sister and his mom had. "What- what is this?"

"It's none other than your mother's hair. It looks better on you than it does a mare." Cletus wasn't the best at rhyming at times, but it didn't matter to him, the spell had been cast with Doug's wish. Now it was just a matter of watching, and enjoying the results. He knew what Doug was going to become, but he wasn't one to try to get personally involved in such things, he just liked watching.

Doug quickly ran away from the door to check in the upstairs bathroom mirror, completely forgetting to slam the door shut in the leprechaun's face. The staircase was right behind him, and the bathroom was not a doorway away once he got upstairs. He checked his hair, and sure enough, it looked just like his mother's. It wasn't finely taken care of, but it was more so than Doug's original hair. "I don't want her hair!" he shouted in disbelief. He knew the leprechaun didn't touch him. It made him wonder how his hair could have changed so quickly, and so fast. He still looked like himself, it was just that his hair looked so much more elegant than the rest of his body did. "Lauren, get out of your damn room and come take a look at this!" Doug liked his sister just about as much as any other brother could, which was not very much, but he had to try to get her attention somehow. He dug into a drawer below the sink, and grabbed a pair of scissors. Doug then tried to cut his hair. While he could successfully cut the strands of red hair, it was quick to grow back into place, no matter how much he had cut off. Dark red hair quickly littered the floor from Doug's attempt to get rid of the hair on his head.

The leprechaun casually stepped inside. With a wave of his cane, the front door closed and locked behind him. Cletus then walked up the staircase Doug had to climb in order to get to the bathroom. He had a cheery grin on his face as he spoke to him as he arrived, casually waving his cane in the air. "You need to become a perfect clone of her from here to there, and that means you can't cut your hair! But if she cuts it, yours will be cut too, but there's more than her hair to change about you!"

"When I said two of her, I didn't mean to make me into her clone!" Doug clenched his stomach and groaned. "Uhn...what...what now?!" He could hear grumbling and gurgling from his gut.

"You must be her perfect clone, inside and out! It's just some organs shifting about. It's nothing to worry about, you'll be fine, but you might develop a taste for wine."

Doug couldn't explain what was going on in him. He could hear his bones crack, he felt aches and pains as his muscles shifted, and while he still had everything inside of him human, his tongue tingled as he developed different tastes. He liked his food fairly plain, but his mom liked fancy food with a variety of flavor and spices, something he was now hungry for, all with a side of wine. "S-stop! I wish to be back to normal!"

The leprechaun helped himself to sitting down onto the rim of the bathtub. "Ah but it is only one wish that you get, don't worry, the next change you will like the most I bet!"

Doug was confused. Part of him wanted to ask, but he was too afraid to. He suddenly felt a pleasurable sensation between his legs, and he knew only moments after what the leprechaun had in mind. "No...No not that." But he couldn't stop. His average sized cock became erect between his legs.

Cletus giggled as Doug became uncontrollably aroused. "Your mother doesn't have THAT between her legs. She has a vagina, fertile enough to still make eggs!"

Doug was in disbelief at his uncontrolled lust. He tried to think of something, anything to get it back down, but he could feel the pressure build in his balls. Before he could say any other word of resistance to the leprechaun, he suddenly orgasmed. His cock pumped and pulsed wave after wave of seed in his clothing, emptying his testicles. He couldn't see through his underwear, but as he came, his cock shrank bit by bit. His balls shrank to nothingness, and his cock pulled back between his legs. By the time the last drop of his seed came out, he had not a shaft between his legs, but a cunt, one that spread and expanded slightly between his legs, becoming moderately stretched. His mother's cunt wasn't ruined by cocks, but he knew far too well why it felt larger than most vaginas he had seen. "It...They said I was rather big being born..." he remembered. He didn't want to remove his pants in front of the leprechaun to see exactly what had changed down there, but a quick pat between his legs told him all he needed to know. He shivered slightly at the sensation. "If I can't wish it, I'll get someone else to reverse this change! God, where the fuck is Lauren?!"

The leprechaun's eyes lit up. "Oh? There is another one here? I did not see. I'll help her, as soon as I'm done with thee!"

"N-no, because we're going to get her NOW!" Doug walked to the door, but he quickly went down to his knees as he felt more of his bones and muscles shifting underneath his skin. "Uhnn...c-come on...s-stop it already."

"I would much rather prefer changing just one. That makes the details much more fun." The leprechaun chuckled at Doug. With a wave of his finger, the door to the bathroom shut, and the knob broke off the inside. "It will be fixed, but only when you're done! Now, why don't you take off those clothes for a show, they are your sons after all, don't you know?"

"My...sons?" Doug turned his back to the leprechaun with a confused look. He didn't have a son. His mother had a son, and he knew he wasn't his mother, he was just transforming into her clone. Yet, at the same time, wearing the clothes he had on now felt strange. "But it's...it's undressing in front of you, I can't do THAT!"

"Oh it is quite fine to undress around me. Don't worry I don't fuck, I'll leave ye be. Just make sure to twist and bend, it's nice seeing that posterior end."

Doug grimaced at the leprechaun. He slowly stood up again, though he heard his spine popping multiple times as he did. His stance felt a little strange. He took a small look around before he realized it. He was shorter, and his clothes were feeling ill-fitting on him. "Fine, I guess." Doug knew he was defeated. He never wore his mother's clothing, nor did his mom ever wear his, but he had a feeling that the clothes were going to become more uncomfortable than they already were. He pulled down his pants and underwear to show off his hairy legs, small rear, and a pussy between his legs instead of a cock. His underwear, and even a bit of his crotch, was wet with his cum. "Better?"

"Oh I should be asking that question to you! You ought to remove that shirt too. Your mother must have quite the pair, and that shirt won't fit right there!" The leprechaun couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. He looked like, well an average man with slightly toned hairy legs, but he knew that was going to change.

Doug had already exposed the most private of his parts. He took off his shirt easier to show off his hairy back and chest. He was a guy, he wasn't one to shave his body. Everything about him was exposed in front of the leprechaun. With the exception of the hair on his head, and his crotch, he looked much like his normal self, just slightly shorter. His build was also a bit wider. His mom wasn't flat out obese, but she did weigh more than him. "Now what?"

"Now it's much easier to watch the show! It will be so much more enjoyable to see that ass grow!" The leprechaun clapped with glee as the hair on Doug's legs shed, and his rear grew. His toned legs developed fattened thighs, and his bare feet became soft and feminine.

Doug had no idea what his mother's shoe size was, but he knew now that he would easily be able to fit into them, and his own shoes would just be too big. "You're really making me her in every little detail, aren't you?" He noticed her birthmark even appear on his leg.

"Every spot from head to toe, every last bit of Doug must go! Now that your legs and ass are all done, let's start on the upper rack fun! Perhaps you want to get personally involved because, and not to berate, I'm sure you had ideas of you and your mother being intimate." He pronounced the last words of intimate just a bit off, just to keep up with his rhyming.

Doug blushed lightly at the leprechaun's suggestion. His mother was sort of a MILF, a woman in her mid-40s whose body could easily appear on pornography websites. He remembered how big her ass was, and how large her tits were, and his very body was taking those same curves. He watched as his chest pushed outwards, breath after breath. He was stunned as his chest became hairless, and his pink nipples became aroused. "I...I shouldn't." he said to himself. "It's wrong."

"Oh what's it matter soon? You'll become your mother anyways before noon! Her body will soon be yours either way, so just have fun and masturbate all day!"

Doug's heart pounded underneath his growing breast. He stared down as his chest grew large and heavy, into Ds at the biggest. He heard his bones crack as his hips widened into child birthing hips, just like his mother had. He wasn't sure how his mom managed to keep her weight down, just that she had. Doug felt a heat between his legs, and a growing sensation that made him feel oddly wet. He reached down between his legs, but then he froze. "T-this is my mom's crotch..." he mumbled. He only had been down there when he was birthed, not once had he seen it since, but he instinctively knew it just was hers.

"But your mom is not here, she's off at the market, grabbing some beer! Don't deny that which you don't hate, spread your legs and masturbate!"

Doug found his hand moving between his soft feminine legs. He brushed against his newly formed vagina, and shivered. He couldn't stop thinking of his mother, but at the same time, the new pleasure his body was giving him was just making him so turned on. Any hair below his head had long left him, his mother shaved very well, and as his chest finished growing his new tits, and his body reshaped, from neck to toe, he looked much like his mother. As Doug slowly slid a finger into his vagina, his hands took on the soft feminine shape, and he slowly realized something. "W-what am I thinking?"

"Oh so your mind will change some now, not all in one big POW. You'll develop her memories too, after all, you'll be a perfect do."

Doug recalled last night when he was in his room playing his video games. He couldn't remember what game he was playing, he just remembered the muffled noise of his games through his door, something that his mom would have definitely known, but not him. "M-my...my mind?" He slid into the bathtub, still completely and totally naked. His hands couldn't stay away from his vagina. He continued to gently stroke his nether folds. "What...what was I doing yesterday?" he asked himself as he tried to remember. He suddenly remembered playing on the laptop out in the living room, playing old games himself, but the games he remembered were games that he wouldn't play, but his mother definitely would have. He quickly realized how he had different thoughts. "I wasn't in the living room!"

"Your mother was though, yes it's true, and I believe she was wearing blue!" Cletus's magic allowed him to tap into Doug's mind, which was slowly becoming his own mother's.

"Blue panties, but no bra because the bra digs into me and- HEY!" Doug was quick to snap at the leprechaun. "You're not helping me in this! Open up the door so I can grab my sister!" Doug crawled out of the bathtub, but then he suddenly slid back in when he felt a warm sensation. "U-uhnn...what's going on now? I thought I was all changed down there!"

"Oh yes you're finished, that I see, but your mother might be quite busy! You're thinking like her, that's quite clear, is she stuffing herself with a beer?" Cletus tilted his head with curiosity, and a happy smile.

Doug briefly though about his mother, but it was hard to focus as the strange sensation between his legs continued. He felt his body being pushed, and then briefly moved back, and then pushed again. It was rapid, and it felt as if it were stretching his nether lips. "I-it feels like she's having...dammit...she met up with dad..." he mumbled.

"Ah, my fellow leprechaun's, they are never late. I bet your mother wished to mate!" Cletus was not alone in his adventures to grant wishes, that much he was well aware. It just made him all the happier knowing that Doug's mother made a wish too, making another leprechaun happy. "We're spreading joy. That much is true. We're spreading it all around the ocean blue!"

Doug's eyes widened as he heard the leprechaun's rhyme. "You're granting wishes every- oh- oh fuck!" Doug couldn't help himself. He reached down to feel his nether lips as his face slowly shifted, and his Adam's apple pushed inwards, heightening his voice. He felt a strong push in his vagina. "I don't want to feel what she's feeling! I'm just becoming a-a-a clone of her!" he stammered. It felt so much more pleasurable than masturbating as a man, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Ah, but a perfect clone you must be, you must feel everything she de. Whatever happens to her, happens to you. That includes your memories too!"

Doug hated being reminded about the memories. He knew about his mother and father. He knew that the pair left on relatively good terms, but he couldn't stop picturing the two together, kissing, and then the sex, and how big his father's cock wa- "NO!" he imagined his father naked. He had never seen his father naked, but his mother had. Doug's memories of his father was the same one his mom had. Whenever his father was kissing, he pictured it was him being kissed. Whenever his father fucked, he pictured that it was him being fucked, but in his mother's body. "That's not me!"

"Ah that I can't deny, that is true. It is your mother, not exactly you. But as a clone, you must be, just as perfect as your mother you see!" Cletus nodded rapidly with a smile. "Already you look much like her now, take a look in the mirror, and you can see how!"

Doug mentally wished he could look in a mirror, but with the pleasure that went through his body, he couldn't even get out of the tub. A single hand tried to cover his crotch, but to no avail, he still felt as if he were getting humped. He could feel the warmth of a body over him, and the feelings of hands on his breast. He also felt a tongue enter his mouth. He arched his back, and with a moan that sounded much like his own mother's, he orgasmed.

Cletus put down his cane onto the tiled floor. He watched Doug reshape until he looked just like his mother, and even spoke just like her too. "Your body is changed, and your mind is too, but I don't think their wishes were quite through. Your dad got his wish, that much I see, but your mother made a wish too, I say that with glee."

Doug could only wonder what his mother would have wished for, though as he laid in the tub, he slowly developed more of her memories, and lost his own. "She...me and Lauren are old enough to leave the house at any day, she misses when we were children." his eyes widened as he thought of a wish she could have made. "N-no, not that kind of wish!"

Cletus tilted his head. "Why now I'm confused, why is that? Did she make a wish to get quite fat?"

Doug shook his head rapidly, although he knew he couldn't call himself male anymore, not with the body he possessed. The good news was that the feeling of sex stopped, but now he watched in horror as something grew inside of him. It wasn't his stomach, but it was close. He stared as his belly grew, and his nipples darkened. His mom would have wished to have another child, one just like Doug. He knew what the leprechaun would do in that case. It made him remember the time he gave birth to him- "No!" he didn't give birth to himself, but he couldn't stop picturing it. It was fuzzy, but then again there were all kinds of drugs that made it difficult to remember thoroughly. He had memories of his mother birthing him, and now he couldn't get it out of his head.

Cletus studied Doug with his eyes leered. With a sudden 'aha' moment, he quickly realized what was going on. "Ah so it's not fat, that much is true. She just wanted another you! Well not the you NOW, that is a fact, another Doug, with his mind intact."

Doug continued to repeat the same word "No, no, no." Yet he couldn't deny it. He could only watch his pregnancy excel rapidly, growing out the belly that looked exactly like his mother's own. As it grew, so too did the memories his mother had, replacing his own. He remembered his birthday, but he remembered it as his son's birthday, HIS birthday was now his mother's. More memories of his mother's life, her toys as a kid, her school years, what memories she had, bit by bit, became his own. Doug's panicked state slowly went into a more relaxed one as he accepted his fate. He had little choice to, he was finding it hard to remember that he transformed in the first place.

Cletus turned around from the bathtub with a smile. "Well, tis quite rude for a man to watch a woman in the tub, so I'll leave you alone with your belly to rub. You'll be a real mother, I expect soon, quite likely before the clock hits noon." Cletus opened up the bathroom door, walked out, and then closed it behind him. He could hear feminine moans, and the water run, and it made him thrilled that someone was clearly happy with a wish, not just from him, but from another leprechaun from afar. There was still one more person he had to grant a wish too as well, it was just a matter of finding her in the house.

Lauren, Doug's sister, was in her room with her headphones on. She was switching between playing a video game, and then swapping back to a text screen to walk her through the game. Her headphones covered her ears and, combined with her door being closed, it was incredibly hard for her to hear anything happen outside of her own room. She could hear the water being ran from the other side of the wall, but it was incredibly faint, too faint to pay any real attention towards. Her bedroom was fairly basic with a desk, a computer, a small dresser with a television on that dresser, as well as a bookshelf, though the bookshelf was filled with DVDs and video games instead of actual books. She was a gamer, a slightly chubby one at just over 200 pounds with short brown hair and glasses.

Cletus found a closed door, the only closed door upstairs besides the bathroom. He may not have had magic to detect if a person was behind a door, but he had a strong feeling someone wanted privacy. He knocked on it with his cane a few times, and then he jumped up to turn the knob, and open the door to see what was on the other side.

Lauren was unaware that the door even opened. She just continued playing with a sigh. She didn't say anything, she didn't turn her head, and she just stared at the screen and continued to play her game, unaware of the world around her.

"A fine lass, but unaware of me." Cletus walked up behind Lauren, right behind her computer chair. He gave him a tap on her shoulder with his wooden cane. "I'm here to grant wishes, whatever they may be!"

Lauren frowned at the feeling of a tap. She waved her hand behind her shoulder. "Go away Doug." She said aloud. "I'm not giving you those damn headsets."

Cletus frowned at Lauren's reaction. "Such a rude lass, that much I can tell, tis alright, I still mean well." He was ready to use his magic to help gain more attention, but he then noticed the chair could spin. He put the end of his cane up against the side of the chair, and with all the strength he could muster, spun the chair toward his direction. He quickly laid on his side, supporting his head with his hand, and smiled as he struck a pose.

Lauren wasn't surprised that her chair was getting turned. She was ready to give Doug the stink eye for interrupting her. "What did I JUST S-?!" she was cut off when she saw, not her brother, but a leprechaun, lying on the ground with a smile. "The...fuck?" She turned around, but only to quit out of her game, then she turned back to Cletus. "Who are you?"

"My name is Cletus, yes that is true, I am here to grant wishes for you! Your brother had one, he's enjoying it now, let's help YOU out somehow!"

"What?" Lauren was as confused as ever. The leprechaun didn't look harmful. It looked as if he was quite old for his size too. "Doug?" she turned to the direction the bathroom was in. She could hear the running water, and the sounds of a woman moaning. The woman noises sounded very familiar. "Wait...he's with...mom?"

Cletus swayed from side to side as he rhymed. "Not quite with his mother, oh my no, but his change put on quite a show! Never mind him, it's all you now. Make a wish, and add a little pow!"

Lauren shook her head. "If you did something to my brother, then I want..." she slowed her words down as she looked to the bathroom. "What did he even wish for?"

Cletus tilted his head to the side. "Oh I cannot tell, tis a leprechaun oath, but if ye want a hint? He wanted to help his mother, but that's not a direct quoth."

Lauren could only think of one thing that would have meant. "My god, what a damn pervert! I wish-" she froze, and looked down to a waiting, grinning leprechaun. "Oh no, I'm not an idiot like him. I'm not making some stupid haphazard wish. I'm going to get him out of that tub RIGHT now, WITHOUT wishing!" Lauren took off her headphones, got off her chair, and marched her way to her bedroom door.

The door slammed shut right in front of her thanks to the leprechaun. He wanted Doug to enjoy his wish for now, and not complicate things with Lauren. "You can see him, yes that is true, but only after a wish. Until then, that door will be stuck like glue!"

Lauren grimaced at the leprechaun with her hands on the brass doorknob. She pulled and turned the knob, but to no avail. She couldn't get out of her room. "Open up the door and let me out!" she shouted. She didn't want to wish it, she had seen the movies where wishes went wrong, especially when it was a leprechaun making them.

The leprechaun tilted his head from side to side as he watched Lauren. "I sense your desires my dear lass, you don't need to show your sass." He closed his eyes, and nodded conclusively. "You envoy your pets, I can tell that. You want to be just like your cat!"

Lauren opened her mouth with an angry look as if she had been insulted. Deep down, she did envy her black cat. He had life so much easier. He didn't have to do literally anything all day, just eat, sleep, and an occasional cuddle here and there. The cat didn't have to do chores, the cat didn't have to pay bills. "M-maybe...but I'm not wishing it!"

"But lass, can't you see? I just want to help end your misery!" Cletus smiled up at Lauren. "Just make a wish, and that will be that, make a wish to be just like your cat. If you'd prefer..." Cletus raised his cane up. "I can give you some help with a little thwack."

Lauren shook her head. She knew she wasn't going to get out of this easily. She slammed her elbow against the door, and then upon hearing a much louder moan from the bathtub, she grimaced at Cletus. She wanted to just wish the door to open, but she knew Cletus was going to take advantage of her wishing. "Just stop it and open up the door already. I'm not wishing for anything!"

"Until you wish, then you stay here." Cletus waved his cane around, and a small glass container appeared in his hand. "While I wait, would you care for some beer?"

Lauren let out a frustrated sigh. She wasn't going to win this, and the longer she waited, the more uncertain she was about Doug and her mother. She didn't hear any more moaning, but it sounded as if she heard a baby crying, which very much concerned her. "F-fine. I wish it, I wish to be like my cat thing. But I don't want to become my cat! I don't want to be some stupid identical copy either!" She was trying to think of a way to cover all of her bases about the cat.

"You won't be like that cat, oh my no. But you will still put on quite a show!" Cletus said as the door unlocked once her wish was made. "So go see your brother, and do hurry. If you take too long, I bet you'll get furry!"

Lauren was more intelligent than Doug was. She knew exactly what the leprechaun had meant, but she didn't like it. At the very least, she could get out of her room now, though as she ran to the bathroom, she felt a heat surge through her body. She did her best to ignore it for now. She had to see what her mother and Doug were up too. She opened up the bathroom door, not caring for privacy, and she froze at the sight before her. She saw a sight she couldn't believe. It wasn't just what looked like her mother sitting bare ass naked in the tub, there was a newborn baby in the tub with her, one that reminded Lauren of Doug's baby pictures. "W-what's going on?!"

Doug looked over to Lauren with a smile. She knew she was naked, she knew she was in the tub, and with a baby that was feeding on her bare exposed darkened nipple, but she didn't care. "What does it look like, daughter? I'm breastfeeding your new brother."

"W-wait...but...what? How?!" Lauren had so many questions. Her head quickly turned towards Cletus. "Now can you tell me what he wished for?! He wished to be a baby or something?" she didn't even pay attention to the continuous heat that came from her body, but she couldn't help but scratch her chest as it felt itchy.

Cletus made his way towards the bathroom casually, but he kept away from the door. "Ah tis complicated, I suppose I can say, he wished to help his mother, okay? He thought his mother looked blue, so that's why he wished for two!"

"Two...mothers? But I only...uhn..." Lauren's stomach suddenly rumbled. She grasped onto her gut, and then suddenly felt a sharp pain in her spine. Moments after, the pain subsided from both gut and spine, but she felt something wriggling behind her. She slowly turned around, and she saw a stubby tail just above her rear, covered in black fur.

Cletus wasn't looking in the bathroom. He was well aware exactly what had been wished for, and exactly the thing that happened to Doug. "Something like that, the wish is complex, but I do not mean to perplex. The mother you see, that is him. As for the baby? Your second mother's wish on a whim."

Lauren was still confused. She found it hard to pay full attention to Cletus though with the way her body was behaving. She scratched herself, and she felt far more hair on her arms then she remembered. She brushed her fingers over her arms, and then stared down to see her arms looked almost like a man's, although the 'hair' was much shorter, and much more on her arms. It looked a lot more like... "Fur..." Lauren mumbled. "You're turning me into a cat, aren't you?!"

"Ah my lass, you are quite smart, but you well know that some fur is just a start!" Cletus smiled, showing off his yellow teeth once more. His teeth looked as if he had never brushed in his life, and that his life was quite long. "Cats have pointed ears, that is true, and so now so will you!"

Lauren winced as she felt her ears shift upwards. There wasn't a feeling of itchiness, but it felt uncomfortable as her hearing shifted from the side of her head, to the top. Her new black feline ears twitched with the same sounds, but with a new heightened senses.

Doug watched with wide eyes. Now in his mother's body, she was confused as she had her memories, and none of the ones that turned Doug into his mother in the first place. "What's happening to my daughter?" Doug asked with confusion, although it was hard for her to be angry, she couldn't quite place why. She was, however, very worried.

"Now don't you remember, don't you know? You have two cats at your home for show." Cletus laughed happily at that. He stayed out of view, but he waved his cane around slightly above the ground.

Lauren looked at Cletus with confusion. "What do you meeeow!" she covered her mouth with wide eyes.

Doug looked between Cletus and Lauren repeatedly. "Oh...oh...yes that's right. I have a son, and that's it...but...I don't have a daughter. I just have two cats." She slowly stood up with the newborn infant in her arms, gently being cradled near her exposed tits. "No wonder I'm here bathing with the door wide open." She rolled her eyes with a soft smile. She grabbed two towels placed on a stand, and set the infant on one, while she dried herself off with the other, and then him.

Lauren turned to the direction of the leprechaun, only to find that he had just vanished, just like that. She already couldn't believe that she was becoming a cat, she found it harder to believe that the leprechaun just altered what must have been Doug in his mother's body somehow, or a clone of it. She breathed hard, and her heart pounded. She had to try to find some way to fix things for her, and for her brother.

Lauren raced to Doug's room to try to find answers of some sort, but instead of his normal room, she found the room of an infant. There was a baby crib, a changing table, baby toys, it looked just like the room of a baby. "That stupid leprechaun was only granting wishes, who wished for THIS?!" she said out loud. It frustrated her to no end. What's worse, her clothing was starting to get to be too big for her. Her shirt went down to just past her crotch, and it was starting to get hard to keep her pants held up. "This is...this should be..." she shook her head, just as whiskers came out from her cheeks and nose. Fur continued to sprout from her body, and she found herself getting more distracted with thoughts of sleeping and eating, two of the biggest things cats were known to do.

It was then that Doug walked into the room with the infant in hand. Doug now had one of her mother's pink shirts on as well as jeans, although it exposed part of her stomach, she didn't seem to care. With the infant also dressed up in baby clothes, she set him down in the crib, and then turned to Lauren. "Alright Lauren, the baby needs some sleep. Shoo, shoo." She waved her hand in Lauren's direction, as if she were trying to get an animal to leave.

Lauren's ears shifted downward. She stepped back from the room, but she stumbled as her feet were changing in her shoes, and she stepped on her own pants in the confusion. She fell backwards onto her rear, and both of her shoes came off of her. Lauren's eyes shifted from Doug, down to her bare feet, now much longer than they once were. "C-cat paws." She mumbled, as she saw her toes merging, all except her big ones, which was vanishing from her feet entirely.

Doug didn't seem to notice. "You cats will keep the baby up, I'm sorry but we just can't have that." She then closed the door right in front of Lauren.

Lauren let out a sharp gasp. She immediately lunged forward once the door was shut, but she couldn't push it open. She looked up to the doorknob, but then she had a horrifying realization as she tried to stand up. She was about as tall as small child. Her pants were so long that her legs were where the knees should have been, and her shirt was down to those very knees of hers. She simply couldn't reach the doorknob.

Lauren could hear the sound of humming through the door that sounded just like her mother's. She pressed her hands up against the door, and she repeatedly scratched on. "Mrrow?" she paused briefly. She was behaving just like her cat did when she locked him out. She stepped back again, but this time her pants fell from her, and her underwear went down to her knees. Her shirt covered everything between her legs. She looked down in panic. She had to stop worrying about Doug, and worry more about herself. She raced to the bathroom, and through the open door, she looked into a mirror, and stared at her reflection.

Her ears were just like a cat's. She had long whiskers, a small pink nose, and black fur covering her from head to toe. Her eyes were partially slit and taking on a yellow hue, while her arms and legs looked far more like a cat's paws. She still had her tits, but they were smaller, and they had migrated down her body about halfway, and even split into two, something she could just barely see through the shirt. She hugged herself with a wince when she saw her reflection. "N-no. I'm not a cat. I'm nrrrowwwt!"

Lauren's words fell on deaf ears. Her own ears folded back, and she stepped back away from the door. She couldn't keep her eyes off of it. "Mrrow..." she mumbled, knowing very well she shouldn't be meowing, but there was little she could do. The leprechaun was gone, and Doug, or her mother, she was still confused as to who that person was, paid them no attention. She turned to where her own room was, and she found that the door had been removed, as if reality itself had been altered to accommodate their wishes. Her shirt continued to grow so big on her that she could no longer even walk with it on. Her hands couldn't even reach through the sleeves completely. She moved her head underneath, and shifted her body to crawl out from the bottom of her shirt, getting on her hands and legs to do so. As she crawled out, she could not get back up on two legs. "Nrrroooww!" she meowed out, unable to speak.

As she turned more and more feline, her thoughts began to simplify. She didn't want to get in the bedroom to warn Doug, she wanted in there because she liked Doug, and it was her territory being blocked off. Bones audibly cracked and her organs and muscles shifted as her body shrank down more and more into that of a felines, but she found herself harder and harder to be concerned about that. She had thoughts of sleeping, eating, and rubbing her head on places where needed to spread her scent. She shared the place with another cat, but they were friends. They couldn't exactly mate after they had both been fixed, but other than that, she couldn't complain. After a good five minutes of waiting for the door to open, she turned and left to go eat some hard food with her new, sharpening teeth. Her sandpaper tongue licked her lips at the thought of that taste. Some food, a hint of water, and then a good nap on the couch with her fellow feline sounded like a good idea right about now.

Cletus and the other leprechauns continued about their day. When they granted enough wishes, they returned back to their home in secrecy, an underground paradise, all while changing the world, and making the world not even realize that changes had taken place, and for those that thought the world was different previously, a simple memory of them drinking on Saint Patrick's day was usually enough to make them realize that the world they thought of previously was nothing more than a drunken haze.