after an hour of mutual adoration the guys suddenly began to feel the odd tingeling sensation. With in minutes they all became hairier. Every strand of beard, mane, and bodyhair had doubled in length. A moan of elation, as if experiencing an orgasm, erupted from the group as thay examined their new appearances.
What followed could only be described as a mad passionate orgy. Petting, caressing, stroaking, and kissing, male bodies ungulated beneath a thick carpet of hair. Tongues lashed out, feline like, as they licked one anothers fur. Engorged manhoods plunged in and out of the soft warm hair leaving pockets of man juices to be ferreted out by eager tongues.
The love making continued hour after hour with each hour climaxing in a doubeling, exponentially, of their hairs. With each new addition the passions intensified. Mike, Drake, and the others wildest errotic hair fantasies were actually coming true.
At some point late in the evening, Mike tried to calculate how much hair he now possessed. 'Must be over a hundred feet long by now' he thought. Then it dawned on him that if his hair was that long and all the other guys had hair just slightly shorter, if everyones hair were to double again the room would be to small to hold all their hair.
At that moment the tingling began again. Soon the room was completely filled with hair. The writhing boys became entangled in on anothers hair. Soon they became a knotted tangled mass of of men and hair. The writhing and ungelating ceased. They were trapped.
Mike became worried. He feared they would all starve to death, suffocate, be crushed by the excessive weight of their hair, or worse.
If only he could get bach to his room he could rescue his friend with the lamp.
Suddenly he felt something metalic near his finger tips. His hand had managed to find a forgotten knife, from some previous Common room function, under the sofa. Inch by inch he tugged at the knife til at last it was in his grasp. With the precision of a weed wacker and the skill of a barber Mike severed his way through the dense dark jungle of hair. After nearly 55 minute he found the door. Freedom at last. With much exerted effort he puled open the door and escaped into the hall.
He pushed open the door to his room and was greeted by his reflection in the mirror. What had once been luxurious hair was now a butcherde mess. mike did not care; he could have the hair rplaced. All that mattered noe was the safety of his friends.
He looked ove at the clock. 10: 59. In less than a minute everyone's hair would double again bringing certain death. He grabbed the lamp. It slipped from his furry mitts. He stumbled over what was left of his enormous beard and fell atop the lamp. With ungelating movements he rubbed his bod fur against the lamp.
"What do you wish for this time, Master? More hair?" The genie asked returning in his usual puff of smoke.
"Yes and No." Mike replied without hesitation. " I want the same wish as before with the following modification: That everone's hairs will only grow an extra inch per day and that everything goes back to the moment drake and I entered the Common room."
"Very well, " the Genie snorted, clapping his hands at the stroke of eleven.
At a bat of an eyelash, Drake and Mike were standing in the doorway of the Common room.
" I don't know how you manage it but all us guys would like to thank you". said Sam holding out a comb and brush.
"It was nothing" Mike modestly replied. " Come on let's celebrate."
And so they did untill...