"Sure thing," said Meadow, handing Krystal the brush.
"Go wild!" laughed Sierra, lovingly fluffing her own mane.
Krystal walked over to the mirror and looked herself over. What to do to herself? Her eyes settled on her sexy new bush, a dense jungle of coarse, wiry hairs exploding from where her little landing strip used to sit. She'd never have been able to grow this thing without the brush, even if she never shaved a day in her life. Her old body just didn't grow four-inch pubes. She lovingly patted the wiry puff, savoring the spongy coarseness. After she finished pawing at her megabush, she puffed it back up so the curly, four-inch hairs stood straight out from her. God, she was proud of that thing!
Krystal suddenly knew what she wanted to do with the brush. She would take her bush from spectacular to gloriously awe-inspiring! The punk girl bent down and pulled off her Doc Martens boots and the torn fishnets. She'd need her feet and legs exposed for what she had planned.
Krystal began by brushing on her mossy thigh hair. She panted with arousal as she watched (and felt) the soft hairs thicken and coarsen until her inner thighs were completely blanketed by a yellow carpet of wiry hairs. Krystal then ran the brush from the edge of her thigh hair to the fronts of her upper legs, growing out a coat of short, downy hairs.
Krystal then held the brush to her bush proper. She was REALLY looking forward to this part! She furiously ran the magic brush up and down her shaggy pubes, reveling in the sights and sensations of the explosion of rapid growth. She only stopped after her bush had lengthened into a two-foot waterfall of dirty blonde tresses, flowing past her knees.
Smiling approvingly at her Rapunzel bush, Krystal gave her light abdominal fuzz a brush or two. The soft, curly hairs grew wiry and lengthened to nearly the lushness of the treasure trail they framed. Krystal then turned her attention to that very treasure trail. She brushed over it a few times, lengthening the curly hairs from about in inch long to six inches. She held some of the trail's hairs out horizontally, unfurling them to their full half-foot length for Meadow and Sierra to admire. Krystal then busied herself extending the trail, brushing it all the way up to the bottom of her tits.
Krystal crouched down and started brushing the tops of her feet repeatedly, eagerly watching hobbit-like rugs of foot hair sprout and curl. Satisfied with her inhuman-looking feet, Krystal brushed countless bold strokes down her lower legs. They were soon blanketed in fleecy, 10-inch plumes that made the punk's legs look like the fetlocks of a Clydesdale.
Lastly, she reached behind herself and brushed just over her ass, not stopping until she had a second bush of wiry, coiling, two-inch hair over her booty. She finished by brushing down over her asscrack, coating it with soft, downy hairs.
Krystal grinned smugly. Between her dyed-green head hair, her feathery body hair, the punk rocker was stunning. She couldn't wait to perform like this! After admiring her divine reflection for a minute or two, Krystal spun around and showed off her finished plumage. "Hey, bitches!" she grinned. "Get a fucking load of me! Is this the hottest thing ever or what?"
Meadow's throat went dry. She'd always thought Krystal Brock was pretty hot, but with her new, enticing plumage the punk rocker was a primordial goddess of lust! The hippie's finger's slipped into her hairy pussy, which now seemed hopelessly inadequate in the face of Krystal's shaggy cascade.
While Meadow was busy pleasuring herself, Sierra skipped up to Krystal, her fiery red mane bouncing as she did. She admiringly ran a hand through Krystal's elongated treasure trail, savoring its volume and twisting it around her fingers. "Wow, Krystal!" she gasped. "You're so beautiful! Even more than before, I mean."
Krys smirked. "Yup! I fucking rule."
Meadow's moans echoed through the room as she orgasmed. She was going to have a LOT of fun with Krystal's new adornments.