Sierra smiled at Meadow, this was too good to be true! Moving her gaze to Krys, Sierra gestured at the thick new pelt exploding from between her legs, "can... can I touch it?"
Krystal smirked, "mhm, saves me doing it".
Sierra continued to remove her outer clothes as she walked slowly over to Krystal who was still laid back on the sofa, naked other than a pair of Doc Martins and a few wispy shreds of fishnet stockings. Krystal and Meadow had definitely been having some fun before she arrived, and she could see why.
Sierra removed her bra just as she got the sofa, exposing her large pale breasts to the other two girls, before kneeling down to get a better look at Krystal's fur. Placing a hand on each of Krys' thighs, Sierra gently brushed her finger tips along the short hairs growing halfway to the other girl's knees. The hairs smoothed at her touch. Emboldened, she allowed her hands to travel further upwards where the hairs grew thicker, longer and started to curl. Sierra practically squealed with joy, "it's real!" Much as the evidence was right before her, a little part of Sierra had been unwilling to believe it.
"It's definitely real", Krystal said "and it feels fucking amazing, you should take a closer look". So saying, she reached out and grabbed a hold of the back of Sierra's head, feeling the thick red tresses that grew there, and pulled her closer. Only a few inches from Krystal's pussy, Sierra's eyes could make out each individual hair. The ones at the centre were a good four inches long - the growth having continued somewhat even after the brushing - and standing almost straight out. Sierra closed the distance so that she could feel the hais on her face. The pubic hair was coarse and wiry, but felt amazing on her face. At the same time she could feel the slightly softer hairs on Krystal's thighs against her cheeks and ears. Krystal moaned with pleasure as she felt Sierra's warm, quickening breath on her outer lips.
Sierra moved upwards slightly to look at Krystal's new treasure trail, a place that she's never been able to grow hair herself, but which she found incredibly sexy on other girls. She smashed her face into the hairs, lips open and tongue exploring, biting, almost growling, completely lost in this wonderful exploration of her firend's new attributes. Until...
Meadow cleared her throat loudly, "we can get each other off to our heart's content later, but let's get you back to your normal self first".
Sierra turned around slowly, her lips smeared with her own saliva along with one or two of Krystal's dirty blonde hairs. Her eyes were wide, wild. "I don't think so", she said slowly, considering. "I, we, might never get a chance like this again, so I say we make the most of it. Let's make me better than before!"
A tiny part of Meadow was unsure, but those thoughts were completely swept aside by the wave of lust that engulfed her as she imagined brushing more and more hair all over Sierra so that she looked like a wild cavewoman, an animal.
Sierra turned around so that she sat on the floor with her back against the front of the sofa, naked but for a pair of white panties. Meadow admired her slim pale body, large firm breasts and faintly freckled skin. Other than the thick red hair on her head, and some delicately shaped eyebrows, not a single other hair remained on her body. That was about to change. Krystal scooted up in excitement, wanting to see the changes happen. She sat upright on the sofa with one leg either side of Sierra, her huge bush ready to provide Sierra a pillow should she need one.
"Where should I start?" enquired Meadow, taking a place next to Sierra on the floor. Sierra looked at what Meadow had done to herself with the brush. There were some new faint hairs over her upper lip - again something Sierrra had never had. Meadow's forearms were pretty thickly covered with dark hairs, starting short at the wrists, but thickening and lengthening as they raced up towards her elbow. Sierra rubbed her own smooth arms, although even before the laser treatment the hair on her arms had been pale and thin at best. As good a place as any...
"My forearms, but, but not like before. I want the hair to be thick, and long". Meadow smiled, "understood". She reached out and took a hold of Sierra's right arm, lifting it up to her face to gently lick the freckled skin there before passing the brush over it. The wet skin provided no friction so the rounded tips of the brushes bristles passed freely over the arm. In their wake a few tiny pale hairs lifted from her skin. Meadow ran the brush from Sierra's elbow to her wrist again, and then a third time. The fourth time she ran the brush up and down Sierra's wrist a few times, even moving on to the back of her hand.
Sierra pulled her arm closer to her face so she could see what was happening. She could feel, and almost hear, the hairs growing. What had begun as a few pale hairs was now a thick coat of reddish arm hair that begin with shorter hairs at her elbow, growing longer towards the wrist where the hairs were at least an inch long, and then spreading thinly onto the back of her hand. The feeling of the growth was ecstasy to Sierra and that, along with her excitement at what was still to come, was the reason her free hand was now furiously moving up and down inside her panties.
"More", she said "please give me more". Meadow was happy to oblige. She continued brushing Sierra's arm until the red hair grew so thick you could barely see the skin beneath, and the hairs at her wrist grew so long they almost reached her knuckles. As Meadow finshed brushing the arm she started planting kisses on it instead, and the attention finally pushed Sierra over the edge and she came with a stifled moan. "That's good timing", said Meadow "I'm going to need that other arm now". And as Sierra bathed in the glow of her orgasm, Meadow used the brush to cover her left arm in hair to match the right.
"Ta da!" Said Meadow, lifting Sierra's arms into the air to show off her work. Gravity made the hairs fall slightly so that as Krystal admired them the hairs stuck out almost horizontally from the upraised arms. "Fucking amazing", said Krystal, reaching out to run her finger through the glorious red hairs. It had never occured to her to take the hair growth far beyond what would be considered 'normal'. She got wet just thinking of the possibilities.
"You know", said Meadow admiring her work on Sierra and idly playing with her own thick leg hairs. "Your red hair has given me an idea". Sierra stopped stroking her arms and shot Meadow a questioning look. "Come over to the mirror" Meadow said.
Sierra stood and walked over to the mirror, leaving Krystal to watch from the sofa where she was casually playing with her own bush again, catching strands of hair and twisting them around her fingers. She was watching the other two with a mix of excitement and curiosity, and just a hint of jealousy.
Meadow stood alongside Sierra, and placed her hands on either side of other girl's head. Then ran them along the top of her back, her shoulders and under her chin. "You know, with that red hair, you'd look bitching with a full on mane".
Sierra considered the idea. It turned her on more than she ever though was possible, but it would be impossible to hide. With what she'd done so far she could at least wear long sleeves, but a mane? What would her mother... no. Fuck that. Fuck her mother. She had an idea for her anyway. The thought of her mother waking up covered in hair like some primitive brute almost made her laugh out loud. Instead she just smirked. "Do it", she nodded to Meadow.
Meadow began by brushing through Sierra's existing hair, this added a little length, but also gave the hair volume. It started to grow outwards instead of lying down smoothly, adding more to Sierra's wild look. Afterwards she took the brush to Sierra's face, running it carefully up and down both sides just in front of the ears. Sierra watched in awe through the mirror as she finally grew thick red feminine sideburns. She reached up as if to touch them, then decided she'd like the rest of the changes to be a surprise, and closed her eyes. She felt Meadow use the brush under her chin, at the back of her neck and then down her back. Even a little accros the tops of both her shoulders. Finally she felt the brush just under her hair line, and on her eyebrows. All the while Sierra experienced the almost orgasmic pleasure of hairs sprouting, growing and curling in the brushes wake.
"And we're done!" Meadow exclaimed. Sierra opened her eyes. She looked completely wild, prehistoric even. Her eyebrows were beyond thick, the hairs were so bushy that they almost met in the middle, and almost too met her hairline which was now a good two inches lower. Her hair itself was incredibly thick and sprouting outwards, the growth continuing on the side of her face, under her chin and on the front of her neck. Only coming to a stop just before the swell of her breasts. Turning to the side and looking over her now hairy shoulder she could see that her impressive mane extended further down her back than she thought, the hairs tapering off just above her ass.
Sierra turned back to the mirror and made little snarling face, bringing her hands up, fingers splayed pretending to be claws. With the mane and hairy arms she looked like she was turning into a lion woman.
She turned back to Meadow, who seemed to be getting aroused by her own handiwork, and planted a hard kiss on her lips. "Thank you", she tried to speak through the kiss.
"Krys, what do you think..." Sierra began, turning around, but one look at the sofa told her Krystal wasn't really paying attention. She had rolled over onto her stomach, placed one of the sofa's cushions under her groin, and was thrusting herself up and down on it. Lost in perverse fantasies of Meadows hairy legs, her own new sexy bush, Sierra's arms and all the things she was thinking about doing to herself with the brush, and others. With a final shuddering thrust she came violently, her body spasming for minutes. As her orgasm finally subsided she looked at the other two girls watching wide eyed from the mirror. "Had to keep myself busy somehow", she said through deep breaths. "Now pass me that fucking brush, it's gotta be my turn now".