"Let's get back to fucking work, Mead!" Krystal cried, stripping her clothes off. She sat down on Meadow's bed and felt her gentle facial fuzz. "There's so much shit left to do!"
"Alright!" Meadow laughed. "Keep your hair on!" She picked up the brush and approached Krystal's nude form. "I wonder how Sierra's doing with her Beast Juice?"
Krys waved her hand dismissively. "Ehh, we'll find out tomorrow. Let's fucking focus on my bare spots, 'kay?" She stuck her hairless arm in Meadow's face.
Meadow smiled at the invitation. "Sure thing, Krys." She brushed down Krystal's forearm a few times. She watched rapturously as the blonde hairs sprouted, getting horny over her power to conjure them. She ran her fingers through Krystal's thick new crop.
Krystal sighed contentedly as Meadow toyed with her freshly hairy arm. Suddenly, her green eyes lit up with inspiration. "I got an idea, Mead. Let's go extreme. Cover my entire body with thick, luscious, wild fur like an animal!"
Meadow raised an eyebrow. "If you wanted that, why didn't you ask for some of Sierra's Beast Juice?"
"Because I don't wanna deal with that feral shit," Krystal responded. "I wanna stay me. I just wanna look like an animal is all." Her mind was turning to her werebeast-themed all-girl punk rock band, Roar. Maybe they wouldn't need costumes anymore.
It occurred to Meadow just how aroused she was by the thought of going feral. It sounded incredible to cast aside your humanity and become an animal-woman, completely one with Mother Nature. She figured it wasn't a good fantasy to share with Krys, though; she plainly wasn't into that. She'd have to pursue that dream alone, or maybe with Sierra if she felt like it. Say, maybe Krys could keep them as sexy pets...
"Yo, Earth to Meadow Larkin!" yelled Krystal. "Ya fucking spaced out, bitch. You okay and shit?"
"Y-yeah," said Meadow. "I just got horny. You know how it is. So, a real fur coat?"
"Fuck yeah!" shouted Krys. "I can fucking use this for Roar!"
Meadow nodded and gave the outstretched arm a series of powerful brushes all over, from Krystal's shoulder to the back of her hand. Krystal howled with pleasure at the explosive growth. Once it subsided, she admired her arm. It was completely furry, the skin completely obscured by the thick, yellow hair. Meadow took the other arm and gave it the same treatment.
Meadow thoroughly brushed Krystal's neck, covering it in the blonde fur. She then got to work on the punk rocker's torso brushing down her collarbone, boobs, and abdomen, joining the neck fur to Krystal's bush. Meadow gave the nipple area an extra brush, making sure the hairs there were especially long and wild. Krystal moaned in approval.
Meadow then extended Krystal's leg and brushed over the inner thigh, thickening the hairs there into skin-concealing fur. She then roughlly brushed over the whole leg, growing the fur all the way down. The hippie then flicked the bristles over the punk's foot, growing a dense layer of sexy fur there as well. Each toe was then caringly given a lovely blonde tuft. Krystal slid her hand to her pussy and rubbed in arousal as Meadow covered the other leg with an equally furry pelt.
Next, Meadow stood her punky friend up and brushed down her back and over her round ass, planting a lush lawn of yellow fur as she went. Once the skin was properly invisible, Meadow turned Krystal to face her. "What should I do with your face, Krys? It's kinda fuzzy already, you know."
"Go all the fucking way," Krystal said firmly. "I wanna look like I'm fucking Queen off the Forest!"
Meadow smiled. "Your wish is my command, Your Majesty." She then scrubbed vigorously all over Krystal's face, burying the skin in a layer of short but dense blonde fur. Once Krystal orgasmed, Meadow finished by brushing the punk's pussy again, growing the pubes a few inches so Krys still had a discernible bush amidst all her new fur.
Meadow stepped back and happily surveyed her work. Krystal Brock looked like a glorious yeti, her skin buried from head to toe in thick blonde fur. "Perfect, Krys! You look like an absolute beast!"
The wheels in Krystal's head were turning as she studied herself in the bedroom mirror. "Yeah but it could use some extra shit. My stage persona's a werewolf, so I need to get a fucking muzzle somehow. Wolf ears would be sweet, too. And claws. Oh, almost forgot about the fucking tail!"
"I'm sure Circe sells all of that," said Meadow. "Wanna go check? You saw how close her shop is."