Becky stretched luxuriously on the bed. She was definitely awake. "Good morning, honey," the blonde model said through a yawn, turning to face Meadow. "How long've you been here? God, I'm itchy this morning." Becky lazily scratched at her crotch. She practically jumped. Now fully awake, Becky stared in disbelief at her hairy pussy. She ran her fingers through the coarse yellow hairs, unsure if she could accept their reality.
"No freaking way," she muttered. "I got waxed right before the shoot!" Her eyes suddenly glued themselves to Meadow. The beautiful hippie had somehow finally grown the lush crop of sexy body hair she'd been seeking since high school. Her legs, her arms, her pits, her pussy, even her tits—they were all coated with luxuriant brown hair. Becky licked her lips at the sight of her wild sasquatch of a girlfriend; only once in a very great while did she see a woman so resplendently hairy.
"Like it?" Meadow asked excitedly.
"You know I do, babe," said Becky. "You know how much I've wanted to see you with that shaggy coat you've been trying to grow. I really like what's happened to me, too. I've been wanting to grow this baby out for years..." Becky gestured to her pussy's new shaggy rug. "But I don't understand how..." Becky's hand flew to her furry armpit. "The hell?! I've got hair here, too! Feels awesome. But how the hell did it just sprout overnight? Hey, is that hair on my boobs?" Becky smiled in spite of her confusion as she playfully twisted her nipple hairs around her finger. "Never could grow hair on those before. Fucking cool! I love how long they are. I just wish I had the answer to this mystery."
"Ohhhh, I thiiiiiink I knooooooooooooowww..." Meadow drawled in the singsong voice that either meant she had a special surprise for Becky or that she was horny as fuck. Probably both.
Becky smiled at the adorable display. "Oh really, my lovely fertility goddess?" She unknowingly ran her fingers over her pussy lips. The sight of Meadow's hairy bod was majorly turning the bikini model on.
Meadow wiggled the brush in her fingers. "See this brush, Becks? This isn't just an ordinary hairbrush. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's......" Meadow dramaticall drew out the word and paused, her blue eyes aglow with enthusiasm. "MAAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Meadow threw her hands up exuberantly and leaped nearly two feet in the air.
Becky smiled to herself. Cute moments like this were what had made her fall in love with Meadow. Becky wouldn't have traded her ditzy little hippie and her endless energy for anything. (And BOOOOY did those energy reserves come in handy in bed!) "Real cute, Mead."
Meadow's face fell a bit. "You DO believe me... riiiiight?"
Becky cringed. Of course Meadow actually believed this bullcrap. Becky had yet to meet an example of magic (or "magick," as her girlfriend creatively spelled it) that Meadow Larkin didn't believe in. For Pete's sake, Mead was still writing to Santa in her freshman year of high school! Becky struggled for a way to answer without deflating her girlfriend. "Look..." she began, "I'm sure you believe this, and I don't really have a better explanation for where all this hair came from..." It occurred to Becky that she was still stroking her hairy pussy. "It's just... magic..."
A determined glint came into Meadow's eyes. "Alright. I'll freaking SHOW you this brush is magickal!" Meadow gently stroked her upper lip, giggling a bit as it tickled. Slowly her upper lip exploded with little goosebumps. Becky stared in confusion, pounding her pussy harder as she watched the strange spectacle. Little dark spots appeared on the bumps. Slowly, honest-to-God hairs poked out. They were short, soft, and downy — perfect for a tickley kiss. Becky gasped, her orgasm growing ever closer.
Meadow put her foot on a chair. The top of her foot was lightly hairy, but her toes were bare. Meadow gave each little toe a brush before presenting her foot to Becky for inspection. Becky leaned in to watch, rubbing her clit harder. The familiar goosebumps appeared on Meadow's toes, each one slowly pushing out a dark brown hair. Becky was panting heavily. She was close to release, but she tried to delay herself until Meadow's hairy show was finished. Once Meadow finished brushing her other foot's toes, Becky couldn't hold her orgasm in any longer. She threw her head back and shrieked in ecstasy, shuddering violently as she squirted ropes it sticky cum all over the hairs snaking their way out of Meadow's toes.
"Believe me now, baby?" Meadow giggled as she rubbed Becky's love juices into her toe hair.
"H-holy shit!" Becky gasped as her afterglow faded. "Y-you're a witch!"
Meadow smiled and blushed. "Thanks, but not yet. Maybe Circe will teach me to create my own magick someday, but all I can do for now is use the magickal items her shop sells. SHE'S the real witch."
Sometimes it amazed Becky that she could hear Meadow pronounce the "K" in "magick," but she could. Go figure. "Sooo... you bought this brush from a witch, and you brushed all of this hair on yourself... and on me?"
"You said you like it," Meadow said anxiously.
"I do, Mead," said Becky. "I haven't looked this hot in years. I look like I DESERVE a sexy sasquatch like you!"
"And you wanna keep it?" Meadow asked hopefully.
Becky laughed. "You better fucking believe it, babe! Screw those sexist pigs that run my modeling agency! I can find gigs for natural girls, and if I can't I'll go into hirsute porn. I doubt YOU'D complain about that kind of career change."
Meadow giggled again. "Nope, but you're hardly hirsute yet, Becks." She twirled the brush in her fingers. "Wanna go hairier?"