Beauty Products

A compilation of small vignettes involving magical beauty products.

Massage Oil

“Mmm, I can’t wait to use this tonight, babe.” Shirley said, putting down the special bottle of massage oil that had just arrived. She took Jessica in his hands and gave her a kiss.

“Why wait for tonight?” Jessica moaned, eager to feel her lovers’ caress. She winked seductively.

“You know I have to work.” Shirley frowned. “I’ll be back later tonight, okay?” she kissed her again.

“Alright…” Jessica pouted. She watched Shirley walk out the door, waving goodbye sadly. As soon as the door had shut, Jessica picked up the bottle.

“Sorry love, but I just don’t think I can wait.” Jessica giggled, retreating to the bedroom.

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Shirley unlocked the door, calling out for Jessica. “Sweetie, I’m home!”

“Ooh, babe, come to the bedroom. Hurry!” Jessica called out.

Shirley raised her eye as she spotted Jessica lying, topless, on their bed, and the open bottle of massage oil on the night stand.

“Sorry, I got… impatient.” Jessica giggled, kicking her feet.

Shirley approached the bed. Jessica’s arms were nowhere to be found, and her chest seemed… strange. Rather than the lovely curves and ample bosom she had grown to love, the front of Jessica’s torso was oddly-shaped and lumpy. She frowned. “You used it without me?”



“I was just going to do my boobs, but… I got a little carried away.” Jessica smiled meekly. “Can you forgive me?”

“That depends.” Shirley laid her hand where Jessica’s breast would have been. The flesh beneath her hand was soft and yielding. “Wow, it really works.” She whispered, pushing lightly. Her hand sunk into Jessica’s body, creating an indentation and pushing flesh out of the way.

“Yeah! And it feels great. Best massage I’ve ever given myself.” Jessica purred dreamily, “Well, on my chest, at least.”

“Tell me all about it.” Shirley said, breathlessly, sitting down beside Jessica, placing another hand on her chest, or what remained of it.

“So, I poured the oil on my boobs, but it dripped down all the way to my belly… so I figured, what the hell.” Jessica chattered excitedly, “I started rubbing the oil over my front.”



“With your bare hands?”

“Yeah… I kinda forgot.” Jessica bit her lip. “So, you can imagine what happened next. My front just kept getting softer, and softer, and I kept rubbing, and massaging… kneading my doughy body. I didn’t even realize my arms were getting soft too. Next thing I knew, they had disappeared into my chest.” She giggled nervously.

“Can you still feel them?” Shirley asked, curiously, as she started squeezing. Jessica’s chest had become soft and malleable, almost like dough, except she was still warm and supple like flesh. The way Jessica was now, her front acted like a trayful of soft clay. As Shirley kneaded her front, Jessica let out a soft moan.

“Yeah… and it feels wonderful.” Jessica sighed. “Can you do the rest of me?”

“What, and massage you into a lump of living dough?” Shirley giggled. It was a silly question. That was exactly why they had bought the oil, after all. She massaged her hands through Jessica’s chest.

“Maybe leave my head alone for now, but, yeah… knead me. Please?” Jessica batted her eyes seductively at Shirley.

“Oh, all right.” Shirley smiled. She got out the pair of rubber gloves they had bought to use with the oil. “Flip over, let’s do your back first.”

With a little difficulty, Jessica obediently flipped onto her front. Her chest squished beneath her weight, flattening out underneath her. Shirley poured some oil onto her back and began rubbing.

“Oh, it works fast.” Shirley noticed. Jessica’s flesh softened rapidly beneath her hands. With a push, she opened up a hole in Jessica’s doughy back, all the way through to her front.

“Oh!” Jessica let out a sharp gasp. “Did you just put a hole in me?”

“Little bit.” Shirley giggled, “Sorry.”



“Don’t be.” Jessica purred, “Knead me more.”

Shirley acquiesced, folding the hole shut. Jessica’s chest lost its’ definition, and her torso began easily compacting upon itself as her entire middle had been turned to dough. Shirley tugged on Jessica’s neck, twisting her around so she could see her.

“Hi.” Jessica winked. “Mmm… this is so strange. I love it.”

“Good, because your legs are next.” Shirley grinned, pouring out more oil.

She ran her hands up and down Jessica’s shapely legs, coating them in a thin sheen of the magic oil. Jessica’s toes squished into pancakes easily in her fingers, and she began rolling Jessica’s legs up into a tight roll of dough.

“How does that feel?” Shirley asked, a tinge of wistfulness in her voice.

“Amazing.” Jessica moaned, “I can’t even tell what my legs are anymore.”

“Not having legs will do that to you.” Shirley giggled, kneading the wad of dough that Jessica’s legs had become. Pulling it upwards, she pressed it into Jessica’s ‘back’, if you could still call it that, and began working Jessica’s body into a shapeless mass of dough as she moaned.

“You’ve got to try this yourself…” Jessica groaned, as her lover kneaded her body. “Knead us together. Oil yourself up and mix us together into one big lump of hot flesh.”

Shirley bit her lip. That was obviously the plan, but hearing Jessica put it like that, she couldn’t help but feel aroused. “Heads too?”



“Of course.” Jessica sighed. “Get those gloves off.”

Shirley was about to take the suggestion, when an idea came to her. “Hang on. I’ve got a better idea.”

She began kneading Jessica apart, spreading her out on the bed like a thick quilt. Once she was sure Jessica was wide enough, she began pouring even more oil onto her flattened body. Instead of being absorbed into Jessica’s already saturated body, it began to pool over her skin.

“Sweetie, if you’re trying to make me softer, I don’t think it works that way.” Jessica called out.

“Of course not.” Shirley smiled, stepping back to admire her handiwork, and to strip. The gloves came off too.

“Then, what are you planning?”

Rather than tell her, Shirley decided to show her. She laid on top of Jessica and pulled at her edges, wrapping herself up within Jessica.

“Oooh… keep squirming… you feel great inside me.” Jessica moaned.

Shirley felt the oil coating Jessica’s body sliding onto her skin, seeping into her. “Yes, it’s working!” she exclaimed, excitedly. She wriggled around more, encased in Jessica’s soft flesh, feeling her body become softer as the oil worked its magic.

Shirley pulled and pushed with every remaining muscle in her quickly softening body, literally losing herself in Jessica’s flesh as she reached the same doughy consistency as Jessica.

“This is amazing… I can’t tell where I end and you begin.” Jessica moaned, eyes shut tight. Their doughy bodies were mixing together closer than physically possible.

“I know…” Shirley whispered.

“Wait.” Jessica’s eyes shot open. “What about our heads? You said we’d…”

“Got it covered.” Shirley winked, and she pulled her head down into the doughy mass just long enough to coat her face in oil, but not to lose the appendage.

“Give me a kiss, dear.” Shirley whispered, reaching out to Jessica’s face with her own.

Jessica eagerly accepted the kiss. Shirley’s lips had softened considerably, and in fact, so had her entire face. As Shirley pressed her oiled-up face onto her lover’s, her head collapsed, folding around Jessica’s. They let out simultaneous moans as their heads went the way of their bodies and lost their shape. With the last of her remaining solid neck, Shirley pulled, and their heads slipped into the squirming pile of dough they had become.  Even with so little control, the doughy mass of girl spread out across the bed, continuing to knead each other, massaging themselves until they were so tightly woven they could not tell themselves apart at all.

Moisturizing Cream

Jennifer squealed with delight as she ripped the package open, liberating the small tub from its’ confines.

“Moisturizing Cream – For the ultimate in hydration body care!” she read aloud from the tub’s label.

Eagerly, she trotted off to her bathroom mirror, where she unscrewed the lid and dipped her fingers in the pale blue cream, applying it to her face with gusto. As she rubbed it over every inch of bare skin on her face, it quickly soaked into her pores and disappeared.

Rubbing her cheeks with her hands, she smiled to herself. She could already feel her skin becoming softer. But she knew the best was yet to come, so she continued to watch her reflection attentively.

However, she felt the first bead dripping down her cheek before she spotted it. Knowing it wasn’t sweat, she smiled to herself, as her face quickly began dripping all over. Her facial features began to sag, as if her face itself was dripping off her head.

But Jennifer knew that wasn’t the case. She could feel the difference, now. Her face wasn’t melting off her head. Rather, her entire head was melting away. It felt as if she had immersed her head in a water bath, her head literally swimming in itself as it liquefied. She tried her best to keep her head where it was, but she couldn’t fight the pull of gravity, and soon enough, her head splashed apart, as if it were nothing more than water.

Jennifer shivered as her liquefied head ran down her body, pooling into a large puddle by her feet. As bits of her head was absorbed by her clothes, she began to wish she had stripped naked first. Grumbling mentally, she took off her shirt, wringing it dry of the liquid that had once been her head, adding more of her head to the puddle.

Once she’d finished taking off her clothes, she was left with a decent puddle of head pooled around her feet. She stepped out of it gingerly, concentrating on pulling her head back together. The puddle slowly began to rise. She smiled to herself with her newly reformed mouth. Still, even though her head had its’ shape back, it was still a liquid.

She scooped up her head in her hands with some difficulty, placing it on the bathroom countertop so she could see herself. She grinned at the sight of her own naked, headless body. A body that would soon be as liquid as her head.

Grabbing the tub of moisturizing cream, she climbed into her bathtub, making sure it was plugged up and sealed tightly. Going down the drain and into the sewers was not Jennifer’s idea of fun.

What was her idea of fun, was rubbing the cream over her breasts. She had always been proud that she had been blessed with such voluminous assets, yet she couldn’t wait to remove them by rendering them liquid. However, she hadn’t expected that having her boobs melted would feel so… amazing. She squeezed her already soft breasts in her hands as her fingers dug deep into her flesh, deeper than they ever could. She could already feel and see them dripping apart as they melted and ran down her chest, leaving her standing in a surprisingly large puddle of her own breasts.

Kneeling down, she moaned gently as she stirred the puddle with her fingers and her breasts were mixed together. The puddle felt far more sensitive than her breasts had ever been. Without even realizing it, her head lost its’ form once more, quickly melting into a puddle on her sink. Fortunately for her, none of her head actually found its’ way into the sink.

Jolted back to her senses by the precariousness of the situation, she leapt back to her feet and pulled her head back together. Gathering up her head, she opted to keep it together with the rest of herself, for safety. She tossed it into the tub with her breasts, letting it splash apart, joining the puddle of her chest. Kneeling beside the tub, she lazily stirred her head into the mix, letting it slip apart and blend together with her breasts. Everything just felt so wonderful, as a liquid.

Eager to join the melted bits of her in the tub, Jennifer stepped back in,

Face Peel

“Oh, good, it’s here!” Julie squealed, accepting the package from the delivery guy. She signed for it with gusto, and slammed the door shut, eagerly ripping apart the packing material. She pulled out a nondescript small tub of cream, labeled simply: ‘Face Cream’. Despite being a beauty product, the container itself was hardly decorative. But Julie knew what it did. She had read the online reviews and had been eagerly anticipating its’ arrival ever since she’d ordered it.

Rushing to her bathroom, she popped open the tub, gently applying the thin, white cream to her face. Once she’d been sure she’d thoroughly covered her face, she rinsed her hands off. She read the instructions again to be sure. “Let sit for five minutes to take effect.”

Those five minutes were the longest five minutes that Julie had ever waited for. She spent the time impatiently tapping her foot, watching the clock on her phone tick up ever so slowly, and re-reading the instructions on the tub over and over again.

Finally, the five minutes were up. Julie realized she needn’t have watched the clock so closely, as the face cream had vanished off her face, as if though it had been absorbed directly into her skin. She rushed back to the bathroom, so she could watch the next step in the mirror.

Julie peered into the mirror, looking for changes in her face. Her skin did already look much nicer than it usually did. She smiled at herself as she placed her hands on her cheeks and rubbed. Still, the facial wasn’t over yet.

Her fingers crept over to the side of her grinning face, at the very edge of where she had applied the cream. As her fingers literally slipped underneath her skin, her eyes lit up with glee. She worked her fingers under her skin, beneath her face, slowly peeling it up and off.

Carefully, she peeled the layer of skin away from her head with both hands, taking all of her facial features with it. She held her now detached face away from her head, staring back at it. “Oh my god.” She whispered to herself. It was weird hearing her own voice come from another location.

She released one hand to touch the blank skin of her face, but was immediately caught by surprise when her face flopped over on itself, now unsupported on one side. She felt her face crumple up and fold over on itself.

Letting out a small yelp, she quickly picked her face back up. It wouldn’t do to let her face get all wrinkly. That would completely defeat the purpose of buying the cream. Then she vaguely remembered some tips and pointers that had come with the instructions. She lifted the tub to the front of her head to look at it, before realizing her mistake. Giggling, she instead pointed her face at the tub and read aloud.

“Don’t be afraid if your face gets a little wrinkled while you’re handling it! Any and all wrinkles can be smoothed out with any ordinary household iron. Oh.”

Julie let out a giggle at the thought of ironing her face. “I guess I’ll have to do that later.”

On the other hand, if wrinkles could be smoothed out as easily as they say… Julie grinned to herself. She waved her face about in her hands, getting a feel for it. It felt like she was waving around a thin sheet of rubber. Her face was about as thin as a credit card, though much, much softer and pliable. Without any support from her hands, it would simply flop over on itself, totally limp, which felt simply bizarre. She gently laid her face down over the countertop, leaving her staring up at her body, as she waved to herself, giggling. The cold marble of the sink left her shivering.

Julie ran a hand over the smooth surface that now adorned her head. The skin that had been left behind when she had removed her face was delightfully soft, almost as a newborn’s. Hopefully, the treatment would make her face just as smooth.

With both hands, she picked her face back up, and brought them together, folding her face in half vertically. It was almost surprisingly easy to do so, and she found herself staring into her own eyes. She blinked, forcefully, from the strange dizziness, then laughed again as her eyelashes tickled each other. Experimentally, she set her folded face down on the countertop and folded it again, this time horizontally. She failed to make a third fold, however, as her face simply wasn’t that pliable.

Sighing, she unfolded her face, and instead crushed it between her hands, crumpling it up like one would a piece of paper. Literally scrunching up her face in concentration, she tried to pack it into as tight of a wad as possible, her giggling stifled. Holding her balled-up face together in one hand, it was about the size of a tennis ball. She squeezed it, feeling her face compact against itself.

Julie released her hand, expecting her face to unfold by itself, but to her surprise, it didn’t. Her crumpled face only opened up a little. Worried, she pulled it open manually, flattening it out by hand. Raising herself to the mirror the examine the damage, she let out a gasp of dismay. Her face was completely crushed up. She tried to smooth it out with her hands, but she might as well have been trying to smooth out a crumpled piece of printer paper. The bends, folds and crinkles simply would not come out.

“God, I hope that ironing thing works.” Julie muttered to herself, as she got out her ironing board and prepared herself mentally. Gently placing her face on the board, she shut her eyes tight as she slowly lowered the iron onto her face. To her surprise, the heat of the iron was comforting, rather than scalding.

She released her breath, calmed by the pleasant heat off the iron, and began stroking it across her face. She could feel the crinkles flattening out as her face softened from the pressure and heat, and she let out a deep moan. “Mmm…”

Putting the iron away, she picked up her face from the ironing board, running her hands over her now very, very smooth complexion. In fact, it felt a bit too smooth. She rushed back to the bathroom to examine her face.

To her dismay, she found that her face had been totally flattened out by the iron, to the point where her nose no longer existed. Even the nostrils had closed up. She grabbed the tub again to read the instructions, looking for the part about ironing.

“If, after ironing, your nose is flattened, do not worry! This is normal, and happens to roughly 50% of our customers. Go online to our website to find more thorough care procedures.”

Julie heaved another sigh of relief. It looked like she wouldn’t have to live without a nose after all. She quickly got her laptop, setting it on her lap, and she spread her face out over her belly so that she could see the screen. Finding the extended instructions surprisingly easily, she set about preparing for them.

Julie got out a small pot, adding the requisite cup of water to it, and laid her face within. She was rather worried as she set the pot on the stove, but the instructions hadn’t lied thus far. She turned on the heat as high as it could go, then added a little dollop of the face cream into the pot.

Apparently, Julie had read, the face cream not only removed faces, but made them more malleable, as well. And that malleability increased drastically with heat, which is what let the iron flatten her face out so well. A ‘last resort’ technique to fully restore any mistreated face was to heat it up in a little boiling water until it melted.

Julie could really feel the heat in the pot now. Her face began to feel like it was sweating, and loose. She got out a wooden spoon, and started stirring, as per the instructions, so that her face wouldn’t burn. The spoon plunged into and through both the water and her face, breaking it up. As she stirred, her vision blurred as her face broke apart into a swirling vortex of skin and water. She turned the heat off, letting the mixture simmer down, stirring her melted face the entire time. She couldn’t see, but she could feel, and as her face seemed to cool down, its’ consistency thickened. All the water had either boiled away or been absorbed.

Julie scooped the contents of the pot out onto her kitchen countertop while they were still warm. With a finger, she gently poked at the pile of face. It was warm, but not hot, and she could touch it. She squeezed, and her face oozed between her fingers. Her face had been reduced to a warm cream, halfway between silly putty and play-doh. She eagerly squished the small blob together with both hands, enjoying herself. Try as she might, she could not find a trace of her facial features, though she could certainly feel them mixed up within. Her face had simply become a monotone smear of cream, which she suspected was colored just like her skin. Massaging and kneading the small blob definitely felt good, though.

Grabbing up the mound of literal face cream in her hands, she applied it to the featureless front of her head. Making sure not to miss a single drop or a spot, she thoroughly massaged it onto her face. Fortunately, the dough seemed to want to stick together, so it was easy to free her hands from it when she was done.

Her face cream applied, Julie collapsed into the couch to await the results, tapping her fingers impatiently. This was going to take significantly longer than applying the cream initially, and she couldn’t even watch a clock, now. She tried to relax, and instead drifted off to sleep.

Julie woke with a start, letting out a yelp. “My face…” her hands darted to her face, pleased to discover her face had indeed been returned to her, nose and all. She couldn’t help running her hands over her cheeks. She rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror again.

Not only did she have her face back, but it was simply breathtaking. Her skin practically glowed with healthiness and was amazingly soft to the touch. She purred as she stroked her cheek with a finger.

She picked up the tub, beaming. “Worth every penny.”

Then, she spotted a separate warning sign from the instructions. She read it out loud. “Warning: Only for use with faces. Application to other areas of body may render effects permanent.”

Julie thought to herself, for a moment, as she recalled what she had been through with her face. And how strangely pleasurable it had been, despite it all. She grinned to herself, grabbing a glob of cream in her hand. Without hesitation, her hand plunged into her pants, beneath her already wet panties. There were a myriad of comments she had spotted on the site, suggesting far more interesting things to do with unattached, highly malleable faces. She could only imagine how great they’d feel on her pussy. She made a mental note to get the blender out from the cupboard later. The permanency of the deal didn’t phase her at all. Instead, Julie simply went to get her iron plugged back in, smiling to herself.

Soap

Eager to use the new soap she had special ordered, she disrobed as soon as she entered her apartment. Bringing the bar of soap into the shower with her, she giggled in anticipation. She quickly twisted the knobs, letting the warm, relaxing water flow over her. She let out an exaggerated sigh and picked up the bar of soap. Scrubbing her hands up to make some suds, she shut her eyes and lifted her face, scrubbing her face liberally. She could feel the magic in the soap working quickly, and she would have smiled. Her fingertips traced the now almost impossibly smooth skin all along her face.

Running her fingers across the surface of her head, beneath the suds, she could feel that the soap's magic had indeed worked. She lifted her face up towards the stream of water, and let the suds rinse off, cleaning her face thoroughly. Perhaps, she mused quietly to herself, even too thoroughly. As the soap was washed away, so too was her face itself, leaving her with a surface of blank, unblemished skin rather than the facial features that had been scrubbed away. She traced the contours of her face once more, reveling in the silky-smooth sensation of her featureless skin. If she still had a mouth, she would be smiling. Remembering the age-old adage, she next scrubbed behind her ears, until there was no more 'behind', and the roar of the water vanished from her perception.

She picked up the bar of soap once more and began washing her body. The soap suds left perfectly smooth skin in their wake, much to her delight. She reached her breasts, and took her time soaping them up, making sure her nipples were completely covered. Then, under the water, they too were washed away. She grabbed at her deliciously soft breasts, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, unbroken by unsightly nipples.

Deciding that she could wait until she was done showering to explore further, she continued with her very thorough cleansing. She scrubbed away her bellybutton next. She had always found it weird, anyway. Slipping her hand in between her buttcheeks, another unsightly hole vanished under the magic of the soap. Pleased with herself, her soaped up hands drifted down to her hips, where she hesitated. It took a moment for her to steel her resolve, but, she had promised herself she'd go all the way.

Suds in hand, she began rubbing her pussy. The magic worked too fast, however, and she found herself rubbing it off more literally. Soon she was left rubbing at a blank patch of skin. And yet, despite lacking the necessary parts, she continued her ministrations. To her, it was just as pleasurable as it always was, or perhaps even more so. Her free hand darted up to her featureless breasts, groping and squeezing, until she finally brought herself to a shuddering orgasm.

She simply stood under the shower, face tilted to the stream of water, in a moment of bliss. Even feeling the water cascading off her smoothed over face brought her pleasure. Finally, she continued her shower, scrubbing away at all the little wrinkles and blemishes of her skin, letting the soap and water wash them off her body. As she washed her feet, she noticed the tips of her toes felt unusually soft. Even her nails had been washed away. She checked her fingertips to confirm that her fingernails too had vanished. She chided herself for not noticing sooner.

Twisting the knobs back the other way, the water came to a stop. She grabbed her towel from its' place on the rack and dried herself off, feeling her silky smooth skin through the thick fluffiness of the towel. The soap had done its' job of marvelously, literally washing all traces of her features away, and leaving her as nothing but a smooth living silhouette of a girl. As she hung the towel back up, she bemoaned her lack of sight, as she couldn't see the results of the soap for herself in the bathroom mirror.

Feeling her way out into her bedroom, she found her phone where she had left it. Her friends had laughed at her for keeping an old model with a physical keyboard and buttons, but they came in handy, now. A touchscreen would be nearly impossible for her to use in her condition. Relying on her muscle memory, she turned on the selfie camera and took a few shots of her featureless naked body, uploading them to all her social media sites, with various different captions, mostly touting the effectiveness of her new soap.

That done, she tossed her phone aside and fell backwards into her bed. Her hands found her way to her featureless face once more, and she shivered as her hands traced the smooth skin. She loved the way her body felt. She wished she could see for herself, but she couldn't exactly have it both ways. She sighed mentally. At least she still had the pictures she could look at later. Maybe next time, she'd leave an eye behind. It would ruin the aesthetic, but it was a possibility. Or maybe she'd just wash away a few select parts, keeping most of herself intact. Or she could go even further and order the super strength soap. That would be a delight. So many ideas to experiment with.

But for now, she was content to just lie in bed, feeling her soft, smooth, featureless body.