Krystal, Bree, and Tori found an empty changing room and began to slide out of their clothes. Krystal found herself admiring Tori's plump, hefty tits. "Hey, are those boobs natural?" she asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tori responded, a bit defensively.
"Let's be real here," Krystal laughed. "You're beyond rich enough to afford a fucking boob job!"
"And dose titties be almost too damn fine to be real," Bree added. "Dey lookin' like someone done sculpted dem!"
"Well, they're natural," Tori insisted, patting her meaty breasts for emphasis and sending them wobbling. "Trust me, my uptight parents would never let me get implants. Hell, they wanted me to get a breast reduction a couple months ago. That was the first time I ever disobeyed them."
"Holy shitballs, homegirl!" Bree gasped. "Dat be fucked up! Serious, shrinkin' dose jugs be like paintin' over da Mona Lisa!"
"Just didn't like the idea of someone else deciding what my body should look like for me," said Tori. "If anyone's going to change my body, it's going to be me. Sorta like you, Krys." Tori let her eyes wander over Krystal's body as the green-haired punk undressed. "I simply adore all the tattoos you have. I asked Mom if I could get a little kanji tattoo on my ankle, and she shot that idea down hard."
Tori's eyes then glued themselves to something she spotted between Krystal's legs: a massive, curly bush of four-inch, dirty blonde hairs. The dense thicket spilled off of Krystal's pussy and onto her inner thighs and lower belly, barely looking human. When Tori finally tore her eyes away from the insanely massive bush, she noticed that Krystal's face was unusually hairy as well. The punk sported a shaggy unibrow, dirty blonde sideburns, and a sparse coat of hairs growing on her jawline.
"Ooh, you're so hairy, Krys!" Tori giggled. "Very punky."
"Thank my hippie friend Meadow for that," Krystal grinned as she stepped out of her boxer shorts. "She bought a magic hairbrush from this place to grow out her body hair, and she let me use it. I still need to add some hair to my arms, legs, pits, and nipples, but Mead and her girlfriend Becky have the brush right now. They're back at Mead's place playing with it. I came here with Sierra to buy something to turn my green hair natural, and then I decided I'd look super badass with a dick. That's when I bumped into Bree. You two can come back with me to Mead's place if you wanna get hairy, too."
"Hmmm... me as a hirsute Cambodian girl with a dick..." Tori mused, grinning. "I bet Mom and Dad would HATE that!"
"You sound pretty goddamn excited about pissing your parents off," Krystal smiled. "I'm impressed. Now, what are your pussy plans?"
"I still want you to pop my cherry, Krys," said Tori. "I've dreamed of this moment for years."
"So we ain't sellin' it?" Bree sighed.
"We still can, Bree," Krystal said. "We'll just have to sell it used instead of new. Sure, it won't be worth as much cash, but it'll still be something. Now let me put on my dick."
Krystal tugged her frizzy pubes out of the way of her pussy and began rubbing a dollop of removal cream into her cunt. After a few minutes of rubbing, Krystal actually felt her pussy peeling off in her hand! Krystal held her hand up to her face and gasped as she looked at her clit, labia, and vagina nestled in the palm of her hand. "Holy motherfucking shit!"
"Ya knew it was comin', girl," said Bree.
"Does make it less weird to watch," said Krystal. "Well, that's another used cunt we can sell." She set down her detached pussy and took her chosen cock out of its box. She held it to her featureless crotch and waited for the attachment. Suddenly, the flesh of the cock began to knit itself to Krystal's body, becoming part of it. Once the process was done, Krystal waggled the diminutive cock proudly at Tori. "Hey, rich girl! Check out this cadillac of a dick! Don't mind the size, it's one hell of a fucking grower!"
Tori grinned sinfully. "Well then, by all means, get hard."
Krystal matched the lewd grin. "Hard as a fucking rock, babe!"