"OOoorrr~ You can wear these acrylic falsies I found." She glances at him out of the side of her eye as she produces a set of nails with a lace pattern and rose already printed on them.
"I just want the clear coat mistress!" Jon stammers quickly... though, Karen doesn't seem to respond. Her eyes keep inviting him to inspect the nails she holds. Reluctantly his eyes glance that way, and in a moment, his heart leaps into his throat and his bare cock begins to dribble pre freely.
Lace... and rose. He can hear his heart pounding even as his body flushes pink with arousal. "Whats... what's wrong with me?" he mutters softly as his hand gently begins to move towards the nails. Karen retorts as she continues to tease her finger along his shaft. "Nothing's wrong with you sweetie, you're just remembering who you are." Jon's eyes look frenzied for a moment. "You made a wish! You changed me!" He accuses. Karen merely responds by shaking her head. "I haven't made a wish since we came in here." A smile grows on her face as realization dawns on Jon's.
Immediately his hand goes to his tramp stamp as he recalls the wish. "Fetish... for ... whatever it shows... Karen that's not fair. You can't ask me this!"
She shrugs, and hides the nails away in her purse. "Fine I'll take them home with me if you won't use them."
"NO! I mean... you can have them... if you want mistress..."
She looks at him inquisitively.
"But... I'd like to wear them, if that's ok." He shivers in his seat as the realization of his own request dawns on him. Quickly he starts to justify his decision. I'll just take them off tonight after she leave! He tells himself. No one will see me with them! He continues. But the fact remains, he asked for them, and Mistress Karen knows it.
She smiles deeply, knowing that she's not just commanded him... She's won. And she quickly produces the stone while saying. "I wish these acrylic nails with these lace nail sheets would magically apply themselves to Josaphine's fingernails."
In a heartbeat the magic goes to work. For a moment Jon finds himself disheartened that the stone recognized him as Josaphine... but that was because of the last wish, not him! He doesn't have time to give it much thought as his hands are forcefully tugged foreword, hanging limply before the floating nail kit. The first step is rather quick as each acrylic extension in turn covers itself in glue and settles onto his fingernails about half way up. Again Jon's heart begins to pound. Not only will this be more difficult to remove than he expected, but he begins to recall how inconvenient it was to wear them even for a short time. This can't be good, he tells himself. Yet for the life of him, he still anticipates those lacy nail sheets with an eager, lusty, trepidation.
A file appears to smooth out the edge where the acrylics meet his real nail. Soon only a smooth, if ugly, bump remains on the center of each nail. Before him, the lace patterned sheets tuck themselves into nail forms while a pungent smelling goop is poured into a glass bowl. A soft brush applies the goop to the underside of each nail form which then flies over to each respective finger. This time, it covers his nails entirely. He can see the lacy pattern beneath the opaque nail form and he wiggles his butt in... concern? anticipation? He's not sure which. This process takes a little longer as the goop bonds with the acrylic base, thickening his nails into a slutty barbie doll display as well as bonding the pattern permanently to his nails. He dares to glance up to Karen, who seems to be enjoying herself greatly, just as he feels the forms begin to wiggle themselves free. A soft "pop!" is heard as the nail form breaks free of the now dried mixture, bearing his new nails to the world.
He presses his thighs against his shaft as the very sight of the lace fills him with a perverse delight. He stares enraptured at the new design as a final clear coat covers over his nails, protecting them from the elements, and any scratches.
It's only as the process winds down that the realization dawns on him. These are attached to him, and firmly! He willingly agreed to this! Is he going to go soft every time he sees lace and roses, or was it just these nails in particular? He shudders even as his arousal deepens.
Karen merely smiles and takes his hand delicately within her own. She inspects the product of her wish and marvels. "They look lovely, Jossie. And from the looks of it, you agree." She places her foot against his crotch and presses his member against his thighs. "Such a dirty little boi, my favorite sexy slut."
She runs her nails gently through his hair before grabbing a handful harshly. "Just how I like you." Jon notices the faintest hint of arousal on her face as she continues. "You're coming with me." She states with finality.
