Polish On You Crazy Diamond (Perfect Polish 3)

The apartment door opened.  Maria’s thrumming body would have twitched if she had any voluntary control over it whatsoever.  Someone was there!  Maybe they’d rescue her.  Maybe they’d use her.  At this point, she didn’t care which.

Then came the words she thought she’d never hear.  “Genie, you are free.”

Alica tumbled to the kitchen countertop, fetching up against a restored Maria.  Hans set Greta down beside them, then scooped Lena and Kella up as well.

“What?” asked Maria, confused.  “Where are the others?”

Hans chuckled warmly.  “They went home once I freed Alica.  They didn’t trust me.”

Maria stared at the others beside her on the counter.  “And you guys did?”

Kella nodded eagerly.  “Greta vouched for him, and I trust her.”

“Greta?” Maria asked, wonderingly.

“He’s my brother.  When I texted him to say I couldn’t meet him, he got worried, and eventually I figured it would be easier to have him come home with you and see.  Just didn’t expect to be stuck as a toy when he did it.”

“I was so worried about her,” said Hans.  “But I see she’s in good hands.  So.  I hear if you put clothes on, you grow bigger?”  

He dropped a shirt beside Maria.  She wriggled into it eagerly, then tumbled from the kitchen counter.  Hans caught her before she landed, and set her on her feet.

“There you are.  So.  Did you enjoy your adventure?”

“My...  Wait, you did that on purpose?”

Hans laughed.  “Yes.  It was Kella’s idea.  Something about dark fantasies?”

“I thought I was going to be stuck forever!” wailed Maria, wringing her hands.

“Too much?” asked Hans with a disarming smile.

“I...”  Maria panted softly, thinking it over.  “I...  Fuck, but that was scary.  But now...  I...”

“It’s OK, Maria,” said Kella.  She already had her ears and body-paint.  The other kitty-girls had been re-kittied as well.  “You can admit it.”

Maria stared at her.  “This is all your doing!”

Kella curtsied gracefully.  “You’ve been jealous of us the entire time.  Now you get to be the pet.”

Maria whirled to look at Hans, and saw Alica’s bottle sitting in his hands.  “Pet?”

“I think you made a better toy, actually.”

Maria couldn’t breathe.  She could barely think.  She started to tremble, unable to take a step because she didn’t know if she wanted to go toward him or run away.

“Do it,” called Kella.

Polish cascaded over Maria.  She was gratified to see that it was her favourite shade of muted pink.  She looked up from the coating that was rapidly reducing her and smiled at Alica.  Alica gave her a wink, and called out, “have fun!”

Then lying on the floor was a buzzing toy, very much like the one Maria had been minutes earlier.  Except this one was pink, instead of blue.

Hans picked it up, brushed his fingers over the entrance.  The toy bucked in his hand, and he grinned.  “She can feel all of this?”

The toy in his hand wiggled affirmatively.

“And she can hear you,” said Alica.  “You know you want to.”

Hans grinned hugely, and carried Maria into her bedroom, closing the door behind them.  There was a chorus of ‘awwwwws’ from the pets, but they soon distracted themselves.  Some waited at the door, listening to the moans coming from within, and tried to imagine the scene.  Greta busied herself with her games.

“She’s getting a real workout,” mused Kella.  “How sensitive did you make her?”

Alica grinned hugely.  “Even worse than Lena was as a doll.  She’s going to have a blast.”

A loud cry of pleasure came from the room, and all the girls giggled.  “So is Hans,” snickered Kella.

“Think we can keep him?” asked Alica.  “He’s fun.”

“Maria knows she can trust him now.”

“So we’ll get to be Hans’ toys from time to time?  He’s got a wicked streak.  Almost makes me wish I wasn’t the one in the bottle.”

Kella laughed.  “That can be fixed.”

* * *

Hans didn’t emerge until well past lunchtime.  When he did, Hans looked worn out, but happy.  He eyed Kella, who was grinning up at him and waiting.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes.  Leave her like that.  Let her stew a little.  She’s in the bed?”

Hans nodded.  “I didn’t want her to hear this.  I...  God, I want to do the right thing.  Did I?  She had no say.”

“Sure she did.  She had lots of chances to tell you to get out.  Trust me.  She’s fine.  Now stop doubting yourself and take charge.”

Hans grinned down at Kella.  “Alica?  I think this mouthy kitty needs to be a toy.”

“What kind, boss?”

He looked down at the grinning Kella.  “Vibrator.  I want to keep Maria busy while I have a bite to eat, and a nap.”

Kella laughed as the polish pulled at her body, then could say no more.  Her grin remained fresh in Hans’ mind as he carried her into the bedroom, and shoved her up inside Maria’s quivering form.  He didn’t say a word to either, just closed the door on them once more.

“Anyone else want to be reduced?”

Lena’s hand shot into the air.  Hans looked her over with a wicked grin, and nodded.  “You’d make a lovely napkin, I think.”

“What?”  Lena’s eyes went wide, but the changes had already started.  “That’s not...”  Her face melted away, and her protests ended.

Hans scooped up the shiny piece of woven material.  “Mmm.  Not sure how absorbent she’ll be, but... I hope she has fun.”  He rubbed the fabric between his fingers.

“Oh, she’ll have fun alright if you keep that up,” giggled Alica.  “I could probably turn her into a very skimpy pair of shorts, later.”

Hans laughed.  “This is going to be very interesting.”

The napkin proved useless for blotting, but Hans figured that it was happy enough lying in his lap while he ate lunch.  He made sure to rub it from time to time.  The other kitty girls giggled every time he did.  All except Greta, who just shook her head.

“Come on, sis.  What do you want me to do?”

Greta pouted.  “I don’t know.  This is just... weird.  Can I be excused?”

“Sure.  What do you want to be?  Human, or... Alica, could you turn her into a game controller?”

“Nope.”

“Awww,” said Greta with an even bigger pout.

“I could merge her into one, though.”

“Would I still be able to work the buttons?” asked Greta eagerly.

“Yep.”

“Do it!”

Hans watched Greta melt away to a tiny puddle of clear polish, then waft toward the console.  “Seriously?  She’s...”

The console fired up, and a game started loading.  Before long, aliens were being blasted with a precision that Hans had never seen before.  “Holy crap.  She’s good like this.”

Alica chuckled.  “Vastly reduced reaction times.  You may have trouble getting her out of there.”

Hans smiled.  “As long as she’s happy.  And not complaining about what I’m doing to the others.”  He rubbed the napkin again, pressing it against his crotch.  “I’ll take you up on those shorts, by the way.”

The napkin in Hans’ lap changed shape, looping against itself to form a very skimpy thong.  “Well.  Pity there’s nobody left to appreciate you.”

Alica giggled.  “Oops.  Nobody left but you and me and the toys?  Someone should call the others to come back.”

“Eh.  Not quite yet.”  Hans stood up, stripped off his pants, and put Lena on.  “Time to have a little more fun with Maria, first.”

Alica watched him go.  “Foo.  Alone again.”  She vanished into her bottle.

* * *

Alica stirred as her bottle was picked up.  Before she was even half-way out she heard the words she was starting to hate.

“Genie, you are free.”

Alica sighed as she looked down at her pale, human body.  “Again?”

Kella laughed from beside her.  “Let someone else have the job, then.”

Maria surged to full height beside Hans, wearing a pink silk robe.  “That was something else.”  She hugged him tight, and the kiss went on and on and on.

By the time Maria had to come up for air, Lena was the bottle’s new resident genie, and the pets all had their ears and tails.  There was a round of cheering when Maria and Hans finally let go of each other.

“Can we keep him?” called one of the pets.

Maria’s eyes sparkled.  “I... yes.  If he’ll have me.”

“Oh, I have.  And will.”

Maria giggled and blushed.  Then her eyes grew wide as Hans picked up the bottle and set it in her hands.  “What?”

“So eager to become a toy once more, hm?” asked Hans with a huge grin.

“I...  God, I have half a mind to just pitch this damn thing.”

“And the other half?”

“Is telling the first half to fuck off, and wants to have more fun.  What day is it, anyway?”

“Tuesday.  You have work tomorrow, if I understand correctly.”

Maria nodded, looking relieved.  “I didn’t miss work?”

“I took the week off, so I’m yours until Sunday night.  Literally, if you wish it.  But,” he tapped the bottle.  “I want this back when you’re off.”

Maria grinned.  “Yes!”  She schooled her expression, and more calmly said, “I think that can be arranged.  Toy.”

Hans chuckled softly.  “What, not ‘polish’?”

“Oh, so that’s how it is?   You liked being glittery pink polish?” Maria asked, teasingly.

“I liked being part of your hands.  They’re soft and gentle.”

Before Maria could tell Lena to change Hans, Alica spoke up.  “I want to try that, too.  Being just polish, that is.”

“But...” Hans protested.

“Just one fingernail,” wheedled Alica.  “You can have the rest.”

Everyone stared at Alica, who shrugged.  “What?  I’ve been the great and powerful genie too long.  I want the other end.”

Lena grinned.  “As you wish.”  A grand gesture sent Alica shrinking further.  The dwindling girl watched the others grow around her with a grin, then popped out of existence entirely.  A moment later, glittery pale polish appeared on Maria’s right index finger.

Maria examined the nail critically.  “I think it’ll pass muster.  Wow, is that really her?”

“Yup.  All Alica, all the time.  I could make her smaller, just a little glittery feature...”

Maria sucked in a breath, then shook her head.  “I...  No.  She asked for this, not... less.”

“But you will,” Lena pressed.  “You’d love being just a fleck of sparkle in a sea of polish.”

Maria nodded slowly.  “But not today.  I have work in the morning.  And,” she said with a sly grin and a glance at Hans, “I need the rest of my fingernails looking pretty, too.”

Hans was already shrinking.  Lena let the process drag on long enough to give Hans a good look at Maria as a skyscraper-sized giantess, before he, too, popped out of animate existence and became polish on her remaining nails.

Maria wiggled her fingers, and giggled.  “Mmm.  I might just keep them like this until our usual change-back day on Sunday.  You’re in no hurry to leave the bottle, right?”

Lena shrugged.  “I’m good.”

“Mmm.  I don’t know if I can wait that long.  But I’ll try.”

“I bet Kella would volunteer to be your vibrator again, if you need... company.”

Maria blushed, and looked over at the kitty-girl.  “Would you?”

Kella grinned.  “Any time.  Don’t even need to transform me, I’d be happy to jump you just like this.”

Maria’s eyes widened, and she scooped Kella up.  “G’night, everyone.”

Kella squealed happily all the way into the bedroom.  And beyond.

* * *

Alica couldn’t hear anything, see anything, smell anything.  But she could feel the brush of skin against fabric, and the curl of her whole body, Maria’s fingertip, around a squirming body.  That was fun.  The squirmy one got dropped before Alica could really get a feel for which of the kitties it might be, though the smooth feeling of their ‘skin’ gave her a pretty good idea.

Any worries about that were lost when she felt herself tease over an enormous nipple.  Alica purred happily as she felt herself become part of yet another round of sex.  Feeling a breast almost unimaginably bigger than herself was amazing.

She slept when Maria slept, and rode along to work.  She felt every plate Maria served, every wipe of her brow.  She imagined the looks that Maria’s finger got, and was proud at how pretty she made it.

The days blurred into one, until one day Alica tumbled to a familiar kitchen countertop.

“Are you OK, Alicia?” asked Maria in a worried voice.

“What am I over here, chopped liver?” said Hans with a grin.

“You’re sitting up and looking around.  Alica’s just...”

“Change me back,” said Alica softly.

“What?” asked Maria and Hans.

“You liked that?” asked Hans.  “It was fun for a bit, but... how many days was that?”

“Three.”

“Three days was way too much for me.  I’d rather be able to move.”

“Alica?  Are you sure?”

Alica nodded eagerly.  “Please?”

“As you wish.”

Alica smiled blissfully as she shrank away and vanished.  Maria looked down at her fingernail, but nothing showed.  “Kella?”

“Just... trying to figure her out.  Here you go.”  The newest polish genie waved at Alica’s hands, and her forefinger acquired a very plain sort of polish.  It was barely distinguishable from an unadorned nail.

“Wow.  It’s like she’s not even there.”

Kella smiled and curtsied.  “I aim to please.  Now what do you want to do with Hans?”

Maria grinned.  “Nothing.  Yet.  But I’m wearing him to work tomorrow.”

Hans raised an eyebrow.  “Really?  I’d rather not be polish...”

“I was thinking panties.  Lena told me what you did to her.”

Hans grinned.  “I can work with that.  But you’re spending your days off in my pants in return.”

Maria licked her lips.  “Can’t wait.”