This choice: No, and you get painted onto Mary's toes! • Go Back...Chapter #6Nightmare Nail Painting by: Unknown Hours passed by, and you still showed no signs of reforming. You tried your hardest, but it just wasn’t happening. The nail polish must have been doing something to keep you from reforming. Either that or the girl from earlier had really messed you up. Regardless, you were still flat, and stuck inside the nail polish bottle, and there was nothing you could do about it.
You felt yourself and the bottle being jostled around, and you assumed that Mary was currently riding the bus home. This spelled disaster, as you knew the first thing she would do once getting home would be to rush upstairs and try on her new nail polish. You wiggled and jiggled and did everything you could, but your body just refused to reform. It’s like your body wanted you to suffer.
Twenty minutes later, light poured into the backpack, and you stared up into the beautiful, shining face of Mary.
“Hello little nail polish bottle!” She giggled. “You look so gorgeous, and I have been waiting all day for you. Come here!” She reached into her bag and picked up your prison, lifting the bottle and you out of her bag. She sat down on her bed, and pried the cap off of the bottle. “This is going to be so much fun!” She squealed, as she picked up her brush, and lowered it towards the bottle.
Time seemed to go into slow motion, as the brush slowly entered the bottle, and descended towards you. You tried to move, or make any noise at all, but of course it was useless. The brush smacked into you as it entered the supply of polish, and you felt yourself stick to the brush. Mary swirled the brush around for a bit, before pulling it out. You and a significant amount of the pink nail polish went with it.
Mary turned the brush, and you saw your soon coming destination, her big toe on her right foot. This was your last chance, but there was simply no way to be rescued now. Mary was too engrossed to be paying attention to what might be on the brush. She hummed a little tune, as she pressed the brush down onto her big toe’s nail.
You felt yourself being slowly pressed against the nail, to the point of it hurting. You were crushed between the brush and the nail, until Mary moved the brush along her nail’s surface. You were swept off of the brush, and left stuck to her nail face up. You couldn’t move, but at least you hoped Mary would recognize you. As you stared up at your giantess girlfriend, this idea began to seem less and less likely.
Mary finished her first coating on that nail, and so she re-dipped the brush for the second coating. She hardly even glanced at her toe as she painted over it a second time, she had done this so many times.
The giant brush returned, and it crashed back into you with great force as Mary re-painted her nail. The bristles scraped at your face, and the polish stung your still open eyes. When Mary removed the brush, your view of the world was now in a weird, pink tint. Suddenly, you had a terrible, terrible fear.
This fear ended up being true. Mary looked down at her big toe to admire her work, and was pleased at what she saw. She saw a completely dark pink toe nail, no imperfections at all. Just a sold, perfect pink. She smiled cheerfully, and continued painting.
You had been completely covered up by the pink nail polish, and you blended in perfectly. There is no way that anyone would notice you anymore. You sighed and deep sigh. You were done fighting. Clearly, this was your fate.
Mary finished painting her toes after thirty minutes, and then she let them dry for an hour. Once they were completely dry, she rubbed her finger over each nail. Every nail was perfectly smooth. Mary grinned, threw the empty bottle in the trash, and left her room.
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