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 Sierra 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's 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 center 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 hairs 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'd 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 friend'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!"
Meadow shook her head. She had to admit, she was incredibly turned on by the thought of brushing more and more hair all over Sierra so that she looked like a wild cavewoman, an animal. She could even give her a mane like a lion! But Meadow, Krystal, and Sierra lived in the real world, and she didn't know if the brush's effects were reversible. She'd have to keep her handiwork in the realm of possibility until she could ask Circe some questions. "Sorry, Sierra. Not today. Let's just restore what you had for now."
Sierra grimaced. "Why?"
"Because I don't want us taken to a hospital," answered Meadow. "Or worse, a government lab. You know what dear old Uncle Sam does to monkeys in those places? Not pretty." She gestured to her own fuzz. "Looking like this, all we'll have to deal with is rude people telling us to buy some damn razors. That we can deal with. Look, I'll go wild on you if I can find some magical way to hide it, so just be patient."
Sierra nodded disappointedly. "Sure. At least we're undoing this damn laser treatment. Let's get going!"
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?" inquired 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 Sierra 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," said Sierra. Meadow nodded and got down to business. 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 brush's bristles passed freely over the arm. In their wake a few tiny pale hairs lifted from her skin. Sierra pulled her arm closer to her face so she could see what was happening. She could feel, and almost hear, the hairs growing. It was only a few pale hairs, but it was such a welcome sight after a week of traumatizing bareness. 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.
As Meadow finished brushing the arm, she started planting kisses on it instead. 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 downy hair to match the right.
"Ta da!" said Meadow, lifting Sierra's arms into the air to show off her work. Krystal ran a finger through the soft, short hairs. "It's subtle, but it's a start. What next, Sierra?"
"My pits, I think," said Sierra. "Seeing as we just did my arms." Meadow nodded and lifted Sierra's right arm. Krystal craned her neck to get a better look. Meadow licked Sierra's armpit, just as she did her forearm. Sierra could get used to that! Meadow then ran the brush over Sierra's armpit. Sierra sighed as the pleasurable growth sensation returned to her. Krystal looked on rapturously as a thin coating of pale down poked slowly out of Sierra's armpit. Meadow stroked the light fuzz a few more times with the brush. The light whisps began to lengthen and thicken at she sight. This was too much for Sierra, and a spontaneous orgasm surged unbidden through her pussy. While she savored the aftershocks, Meadow raised Sierra's left arm and brushed an identical pit bush into existence.
"There!" Meadow proudly declared. Sierra's armpits were once again crowned with to medium-sized puffs of dark red hair. "How'd I do?"
Sierra ran her fingers through the fresh fluff. "Perfect! Just like they used to look! Wanna feel them, Krys?" Krystal reached down with her free hand and twirled her finger through Sierra's restored armpit hair. The sheer excitement sent the punk girl over the edge, gasping with orgasmic delight.
"Now my legs!" cheered Sierra. She'd been looking forward to this part. Her legs had been quite a bit shaggier than her arms, and the sight of her hairy gams in a miniskirt had always filled Sierra's heart with rebellious joy. Meadow gave Sierra's lower legs a thorough licking and began brushing. She carefully painted on a perfect copy of Sierra's lovely leg hair from memory. It started short at the ankles and just below the knees, but lengthened to around an inch long at the calves. Sierra giddily drank in the now familiar feeling of the hairs sprouting from her bald skin, loving every tickle and tingle.
When the hairs finally stopped growing, Krystal ran her hand, still sticky with her pussy juices, over Sierra's hairy legs. "Fucking amazing!" said the punk. "Can't goddamn wait for my turn!"
Sierra stood up and pulled down her panties. "Only one thing left."
It stung Meadow's heart to see Sierra's pussy completely bald. She'd had such a lovely bush when they all visited that nude beach together. Meadow kneeled in front of her friend's pussy. She gave the bare mound a licking and began brushing. Sierra gasped as the ticklish growth started. This was more intense than any she had yet experienced. Meadow finished by lightly running the brush over the bits of Sierra's inner thighs closest to her pussy, growing in a faint dusting of soft hairs. She watched eagerly as the coarse red thicket finished growing on Sierra's pussy. She could hear Krystal moaning as she masturbated energetically on the couch.
"P-please, Mead!" Sierra moaned. "Eat my furry pussy!" Meadow eagerly complied, plunging her hungry tongue into Sierra's pussy lips, coarse curly hairs tickling it as it slid in. She grasped desperately at the reddish pubes as she worked her friend's cunt, Sierra panting with desire.
Sierra and Krystal both climaxed at the same time. Krystal slid her finders out of her hairy pussy. "That fucking rocked!"
Meadow stood up. "Righteous! You look just like you used to, Sierra! Like that stupid laser treatment never even happened."
Sierra was happily running her hands over her leg hairs. "Thanks, girls!" She then studied them, her eyes darting from Krystal's treasure trail to Meadow's own, and then up to Meadow's hairy nipples and upper lip. As Meadow turned around to pick up Sierra's crumpled pile of discarded clothes, Sierra saw that the hippie girl even had a thin patch of dark hairs over her butt. "But don't you think I could take it a LITTLE further? Nothing insane, just something like your body, Meadow. A treasure trail, hairy boobs, hairs on my lips, ass hair, give everything an extra stroke or two, that sorta thing."
Meadow thoughtfully scratched the hairs on her upper lip. "I suppose that's okay..."
Krystal snorted in exasperation. "Are you EVER gonna fucking finish me, Mead?!"