"Me," said Janet. "Fuck those itchy prosthetics." Janet Peterson had hated the way the hair prosthetics irritated her skin from the first day of the shoot. From the merkins she wore on her pussy and armpits, to the thinner layer of fake hair glued everywhere from her calves to her belly and nipples to her arms all the way to the place where her jaw met her ears, she despised it all. The way it felt, anyway... The way it LOOKED was another matter entirely. Janet had to admit, she enjoyed seeing herself in the mirror made up to look like a hairy amazon of the forest. It hadn't occurred to her that she could achieve that level of extreme (and sexy) hirsutism without heavy makeup, but it appeared fate was throwing this "wolfgirl" a bone.
"Who should brush you, mi amiga?" asked Lupe. "Me or you? Maybe Val... err... Ms. Harris?"
"You can start out," said Janet. "I can take over once I get the idea." Frankly, she was a bit overwhelmed (and aroused) at the prospect of getting shaggy like a real wolfgirl.
Lupe approached Janet with the brush. "Let's start with your arms, sí?"
Janet nodded. She glanced at Lupe's magnificently hairy arms. The tangled black hairs looked like carpets of moss growing on to tree trunks. Janet still couldn't quite believe that she'd actually seen these lush thatches grow from nothing before her very eyes not one minute ago. Maybe this was all a weird dream. "Y-yeah. Arms'd be great."
Lupe grinned. "Two hairy wolfgirl arms coming right up!"
The Mexican woman took Janet's hand and stretched out her arm. She held the brush just above Janet's elbow and glided it down to the brunette's knuckles. Janet instinctively twitched as an erotic tickle filled the brushed skin. God, that felt better than the itchy prosthetics! The actress watched intently as downy, delicate hairs slowly poked out of her goosebump-covered arm. Once they stopped growing, the hairs were a few centimeters long and very sparse, but there was no longer any doubt in Janet's mind that the brush's magic worked. She'd FELT it work!
"Sweet Jesus!" Janet gasped, feeling the wispy hairs with her fingers. "It actually did it!"
"This is so damn weird," Esther whispered to Natalie.
"I actually think it's pretty cool," the cute redhead responded. "I can't wait to try it out myself."
"Whatever," Esther scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm giving this freaky stuff a pass. I don't even need it! See how hairy my arms are, kid?" she held out her unshaven arms for Natalie to inspect.
Natalie whistled, impressed. "Pretty nice. But just imagine what you could do with a magic brush. Ooh! You could have a beard! How hilarious would THAT be? Or how about a mane like a lion? Or maybe a..."
"I get it, kid," Esther groaned, motioning for Natalie to kindly shut up.
"Okay to continue?" asked Lupe.
"Yeah," said Lupe. "This arm needs to be a fuck-ton hairier if it's going to match the prosthetic."
"Absolutamente," agreed Lupe. "You just look like you went two or three days without shaving right now."
Lupe gave Janet's arms a few more vigorous passes with the brush. Janet watched in excitement as the tiny, pale hairs coarsened, darkened, lengthened, and grew in thicker... MUCH thicker. Once the inch-and-a-half hairs had finished growing, Janet could only just make out the skin beneath the chestnut brown thicket the grew from just above her elbow all the way down her arm and over the back of her hand, where the hairs thinned out just a bit and shortened to half an inch.
Jasmine Dixon looked sadly from Janet's freshly furry limbs to her own hair prosthetics, which suddenly looked comically fake to her. She turned to Melody Choi. "You as jazzed about gettin' some REAL hair as me, Tiny?"
Melody nodded. "One hundred percent. I've always wanted to rock a 'natural' look, but it isn't all that natural when you're a smooth, little Korean girl."
"Yeah, I'm not so furry either, Mel," Megan chimed in. The freckled blonde grinned lasciviously at her ex-girlfriend. "Sure hope it's Lupe who does the honors. I'd hate to think she'd rather brush Jan than me."
Valerie Harris winked conspiratorially at Megan. "I think you'll find we all wanna have some fun with our leading lady. Don't worry, I'll see to it we will. I can be very persuasive with my fellow lady-lovin' ladies." Megan winked back.
"Now the other arm," said Lupe as she held out Janet's left arm for its brushing.
Janet panted with horny desire as the pleasing tickle engulfed her second arm as soon as the carpet of hair had grown in, she held it up for inspection. The brunette nodded approvingly; this arm was just as beautifully hairy as the first. Suddenly eager to relieve her pent-up lust, Janet reached down to her yearning pussy. She twisted her hand around and began rubbing its hairy backside over her moist cunt. Oh, how good the friction of the bristly hairs felt on her clit.
As she rubbed, it occurred to Janet that she'd need a bush. The script for the orgy scene was VERY explicitly clear about the size of High Priestess Lucia's bush. Her merkin could never have done that wild carpet the screenwriter'd dreamed up justice... but this brush could. Janet might even keep it (or most of it) after production wrapped. Just the thought of growing that primal tangle of wild hair all over her mound, belly, and thighs sent Janet spiraling into deeper and deeper depths of horniness.
Janet used the back of her free hand to rub its prickly hairs over her nipples as she played with her moist pussy. The hairs of her right hand her soaked in her juices as she pounded away at her pulsing clit. Suddenly, an ecstatic surge of pleasure exploded through Janet's groin, an intense, electric pleasure that even sex had never given her. She screamed and violently thrust her hips as she rode out her wild orgasm, ejaculate squirting everywhere.
Lupe blushed. "I... uh... I guess you like your hairy arms, Jan?"
Janet smiled weakly at Lupe. "You could say that. Boooooooy, can I not wait to film like this, girl!"
"And this is just for your human scenes," said Valerie. "Imagine the possibilities this brush opens up for filming your transformed wolfgirl bodies!"