"Oh geez... seriously?"

Minty sighed as she stared up from the coupon in her hand. The sight that greeted her was quite bemusing, to say the least. Not that she would have expected much from the flier she got. It was bright neon pink, and the name "Pink Paradise" was emblazoned on it with bright, curvy letters, along with some nonsense about her getting a "free sample" at the place.

Of course, one would have been silly to expect anything good from the idiot colts (she refused to accept them as adults) who kept ogling her all day. Minty would not have minded the attention, but there was a difference between others appreciating her looks, and horny males trying to lay hands on her. After that one time she rejected their barbaric advances – which involved a powerful kick to the crotch – they must have figured they would apologize with a gift, and their "gift" was a makeover at this odd place.

The mare had to squint her eyes as she took it all in. The two-story complex practically glowed pink, making it stand out among the drab office buildings next to it. Every inch of the place was a blatant display of "feminine beauty". Smooth curves, flowery decorations, and bright colors covered every inch. The name "PINK PARADISE" appeared again above the entrance, and the only thing missing was a few hearts and smiley faces beneath it.

Minty gave another sigh. The whole place looked like something out of the mind of some brainless stallion who believes all mares are giggly girls who see the whole world in pink. Any sane pony would have left by now, had they turned up at all. Still, she already came this far and had nothing left to do this afternoon.

Maybe a free makeover wouldn't kill me? she thought. The website showed really high prices, so their treatments must be top-notch. She recalled how some of her friends teased her for being "uptight". For all she knew, the place just wanted to stand out, and this was her great chance to shut up her peers forever. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath and slowly approached the entrance. Along the way, she rolled her eyes at the hedgerows that lined the sidewalk, trimmed into big heart shapes and decorated with pink ribbons.

The automated doors slid open, revealing a rather spacious chamber. A desk was at the far end, a sign on top showing that it was the reception. Salon chairs lined either side, all of them big and well padded for extra comfort. Each one had a desk and mirror in front of it, various cosmetic tools and accessories laid out on top, ready for use. Smooth jazz music played quietly from speakers overhead, countless flowers decorated the view – the dominant color being pink – and overall the interior was no less "girly" than the exterior: smooth curves coupled with "girly" colors and decorations.

"Ugh..." Minty resisted the urge to facepalm and stepped forth, her sneakers giving tiny squeaks on the polished floor. Her disgust quickly gave way to confusion. Not a single soul was in the salon, staff included. Every chair was empty, so was the reception, and she could not hear any speech or movement from any other part of the building. Only her own breathing and the sound of her footsteps echoed in the chamber.

"Hello?" she called out hesitantly. "Anypony here? I, uh..." She held up the paper in her hand. "I got this coupon in the mail, so... uh..."

Nopony answered. She frowned and paced back and forth, checking for any side doors, or perhaps a note on the front door that would explain things. It made no sense. Every other salon she passed on the way here was packed, and this place looked fully equipped and ready to go too. There was simply nopony around to perform the treatments.

Or anypony to perform it on...

"Hello?" she called out again. Walking back to the reception, she tried to find a bell or a buzzer she could use. She then tried the doors nearby, but only the bathrooms were open, and no response came from the others. Sighing, she trudged over to one of the salon chairs and leaned against it. "Great..." she muttered. "The most girly salon in the universe, and it's a haunted house too. What next? Whoopee cushions in the chairs?"

Glancing down, she inspected the chair for a while. Or maybe this is some kind of "self-service" place? she thought. A wide variety of tools and cosmetics were laid out, ready for use. Most of them she did not even recognize. She took a deep breath, and a smile crept onto her face. Credit where credit's due: the place doesn't stink like the others.

Minty had only visited maybe a handful of beauty salons in her life, usually because of her friends. Each salon was filled with the constant stench of either the cosmetics being used, or some fake odor used to cover it up. But this place featured neither. Instead, there was just a very subtle aroma lingering in the air, reminding her of the scent of the sea on a warm day.

Maybe I just need to wait. Relax a little. She sat down on the chair and leaned back with a sigh of relief. She took deep breaths and closed her eyes, enjoying the music and the pleasant air. For about a minute, the chair was just as unresponsive as the rest of the salon. The next moment, she heard a sharp click at the base of it, along with a slight twitch in the seat, and her whole world turned upside down when the whole chair rapidly tilted back.

"What the— Aahhh!" She grabbed for the armrests, but they slipped out of her hands, and she slid headfirst into a hole that popped open in the floor behind the chair. A smooth metal surface brushed against her back as she descended in total darkness. There was a brief section of free fall, followed by an abrupt halt as she landed on a pile of cushions.

"Oof!" Minty groaned and squirmed, her limbs splayed out at her sides. She brought them under her and pushed herself up slowly, trying to look around. The room was shrouded in total darkness. Her voice did not echo as much, so she assumed it was much smaller. There was a loud snap, and her hands came up to shield her eyes when the lights came on. Minty blinked away at the spots in her vision and looked around, jaw dropping at her surroundings.

She was indeed in a smaller chamber, though it still had plenty of space all around. Most of it was empty, with one side taken up by a mirror, desk, and chair, not unlike the ones she saw on the floor above, although the chair seemed a bit bulkier. On the other side was a door, curvy neon tubes hanging above it, forming the word "EXIT". Speakers were set up in the corners, playing the same jazz music from before. Overall, it looked very much like the chamber she just got dropped from.

What the hay? Minty thought. Upon looking closer, she found that the decor was far from identical after all. The pink walls were adorned with long, white stripes, strange patterns adorning each one. They formed hearts, venus symbols, and outlines of what she swore looked like busty mares in suggestive poses. They were on their knees, on all fours, bending over with their legs spread, or upright, arms raised to show off their figure. One such figure actually resembled a mare poledancing, while another showed a mare groping at her own curves.

Minty stared at the walls in confusion. There was a small hiss, and she gasped, looking up to find a panel sliding into place above her head. The hole she dropped through vanished seamlessly into the ceiling.

"Hello?" she called out hesitantly. Her arms and legs slowly pushed her up. "Anyone out there?"

Just as she got to her feet, the speakers crackled for a moment, and the music gave way to a cheerful female voice. "Good afternoon! Welcome to the Pink Paradise Deluxe Beautification Session." While it spoke naturally, the voice had an uncanny "edge" to it, making the mare's skin crawl. "Please have a seat so we may begin the treatment."

The lights around the mirror brightened slightly. Minty blinked and glanced at the highlighted part of the room. "Hello?" she said. "Can anyone hear me?" After waiting for a couple of seconds, she tried again, frustration growing in her voice. "I'd like to speak to someone in person... please?"

The chamber refused to react. Did those idiot colts set me up? she thought. Is this some kind of prank? Huffing, she shook her head and trudged toward the exit. Once she got within arm's reach, the sign lit up bright red, and a small panel opened above it. She yelped and froze as a bright beam of white light shot out and touched her head. It slowly moved down along her body, all the way to her toes. Wherever it touched her skin, she felt a slight tingle.

Once the "scan" was completed, the panel closed, and a short buzz came over the intercom. "Error: the client did not receive treatment. Exit will not open." There was a hint of disappointment in the tone of the voice, while the door gave a sharp click.

"Har har..." Minty grumbled. "Very funny, guys. Can we cut it out now?"

"Please have a seat," the voice replied. Its tone went back to cheerful once more.

Despite Minty glaring and tapping her foot impatiently, the door remained firmly shut. Glancing at the chair again, she bit her lip, and her legs shuffled. The last thing she wanted to do was sit into a chair again in this place. "Look... whoever is running this show... holding me here against my will is a crime, prank or not." With nothing specific to speak into, she decided to just talk at the door. "If you open the door, I promise not to make a complaint. Deal?"

Minutes passed without a response. Groaning, Minty threw her hands up. "Seriously?" she said. "Is this necessary?" After giving the chair one last, disgusted look, she sighed and trudged over to it. "Ugh, fine! I'll play along." Shaking her head, she settled into seat and did her best to relax. "Hope the cameras are rolling. Be sure to get my good side."

"Bastards..." she added under her breath.

Admittedly, the padding was rather comfortable, but it did little to improve her mood. There was no activity for a few seconds, after which the chair suddenly whirred to life and started vibrating underneath her. "Um... okay, what's going on n— Ahh!" In the blink of an eye, padded restraints snapped onto her arms and legs. They pinned her to the chair firmly, but without hurting her limbs. Instinctively, she wriggled and strained against the bonds, groaning as she could not even budge them.

"Please sit back and relax while the treatment begins," the voice from the speakers cooed softly. "For your entertainment, we will describe the process to you each step of the way. First, the subject is scanned to have a detailed model of the body. The makeover can then be adjusted accordingly."

"What the hell?" Minty shouted. "Let me go this instant! This is assault! I'll— Huh?"

She blinked and looked up as a small arm popped out of the ceiling. It aimed at her forehead and sent a beam of white light over her body, similar to the one at the door. Once it finished the scan, the arm pulled back, and the chair whirred again. Underneath her and against her back, the cushions of the chair shifted a little. They ended up leaving large gaps, no longer adhering to her form.

"Once the scan is complete, we begin by removing all clothing that would obstruct the treatment." The voice became slightly giddy for a moment. "Fun fact: most mares' taste in clothing is extremely conservative, and it hides most of their natural beauty. Here at Pink Paradise, we strive to show our clients a better alternative."

While she said all this, four metal arms popped out of the chair and approached Minty's body. "Remove my clothing?" she said. "What? How are you even—" Her words got caught in her throat, and her eyes widened once she noticed the appendages. Each one was armed with sharp blades and clamps, which rotated and flexed a few times before they aimed themselves at her body.

"S-Stay back!" Minty squirmed more intensely now, but the restraints held her tight. The limbs paused a mere inch from her skin, and they carefully began cutting into her clothes, making long incisions along the sides of her plain white blouse and blue jeans. Not once did the arms even brush against her skin, let alone harm it.

"No!" she yelled between grunts of effort. "Stop! What the hell are you doing?" She blushed deeply as the limbs mutilated her clothes. Once her blouse was sliced up enough, an extra pair of arms came out and pulled the fabric apart, just enough to reveal the plain white bra she wore. Another pair of arms came in from below, repeating the motions on her trousers to expose her matching underwear. "A-Are you insane? That's... this is worse than assault! Let me go!"

The voice addressed her again, ignoring her complaints. "You... Minty" It left an odd pause to load her name into the recording. "...are truly in need of our services." There was a short sound effect of an audience giving an "aww" of disappointment. "Excessive coverage is the number one reason why a mare cannot make a good impression. However, we praise you for coming to us for help, and we intend to assist you in every way we can."

Once they made enough cuts, the clamps grabbed Minty's outfit, and she gasped as they slid it off her with barely any resistance. Without skipping a beat, the same arms cut the straps that held the bra in place, while the ones below gently pushed her legs apart. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt the machine's strength. It was so incredibly gentle, while her muscles could not even slow it, let alone stop it as it subdued her.

The bladed arms came next and carefully cut up her underwear, allowing the clamps to remove it and leave her completely naked. Minty's cheeks were deep red, and her bare skin shivered, even though the room was quite warm. In her shock, the first thing to surface in her mind was anger over her clothes being ruined. With her humble income in mind, they were not exactly cheap.

"You... You perverts!" she cried out. Her voice shook, while her fists clenched and wriggled with all their might in the restraints. "This is sexual harassment! You're all sick, crazy bastards!" Her muscles burned from the effort of fighting against the restraints, but her anger would not let her back down. "I'll make sure you rot in jail forever once I get out of here!"

The robotic arms ignored her as they gathered the torn scraps of fabric and swept them into a small hole in the floor. The flood of anger subsided in Minty's mind, and nervousness took over. "Okay... okay, look..." She took a deep breath, trembling from how exposed she felt. "Look, just... just tell me what you want, and we can work things out. Please?"

The voice spoke a few moments later. "With the clothing removed, the body is first given a soothing massage and lotion treatment." It showed no sign of reacting to Minty's words. "This helps relax the pores and muscles for the next steps."

The arms pulled back into their sockets for a moment. When they returned, they were equipped with sprayers, sponges, and what looked like padded hands. Minty shrank together a bit, while her eyes tracked their motions curiously. She inhaled sharply when lukewarm fluid was sprayed onto her mint green hide, starting at her chest. It was had a sweet scent and oily texture, like some hybrid of perfume and soap. More of it was sprayed onto her neck, arms, legs, and even onto her cheeks, after which the sponges gently rubbed it into every inch of her skin. Once it started to settle in, a pleasant, warm buzz appeared in her coat.

"H-Hey... hey, don't— nnnngh!" Minty trembled as the sponges got to work on her. She followed up with a low moan as they got to her more sensitive parts. A warm buzz washed over her, making her motions slow down. "O-Ohhhh..."

The machine was violating her. She kept telling herself that, but it did not stop her body from enjoying it. As if responding to her thoughts, once she was coated in the fluid, the hands came in next. They rubbed and kneaded her muscles gently, but with enough firmness to get rid of any tension. The cushions of the seat expanded to fit her body once more. They vibrated and morphed slowly, forming "hands" along their surface, which caressed her back and rear wherever the arms could not reach.

"To ensure optimal treatment," the voice said, "the client's mane needs to be cleaned and treated as well."

Minty's eyes slipped closed, and she gave a low moan, too lost in the moment to react. "O-Ohhh my gosh... mmmm..." Her mouth hung open as she took deep breaths. Every bit of physical tension in her body had melted away, and she was left feeling like a warm pile of goo settling into the chair. It was comfort unlike she had ever experienced. Her mind was inches away from letting go of her concerns, and a smile tugged on her lips.

Another restraint popped out of the chair and clamped onto her neck. "Ahh! Hey!" Her panic returned for a moment, and started squirming again as the device tilted her skull back. "Wh-What now? Nnngh!"

A pair of the hands gently brushed her mane over the back of the chair. She bit her lip as the sprayers poured a thick gel onto her hair, which the hands slowly worked into her scalp. Her skin tingled pleasantly from the gel, and every itch and ache in her scalp slowly faded away, replaced by the same warmth as the one all over her body. "Mmmm... What are you...? Ohh gosh..." Within moments, she sank back into the pleasant daze from before, letting the machines do their work.

Once the hands finished working in the gel, they pulled back and let it settle for a while. The tingling grew into a pleasant buzz all over her body, and she even felt a dull throb between her legs, making her blush. Eventually, a pair of hoses descended from the ceiling and rinsed her from head to toe with warm water. The sweet-scented foam slid off her hide and disappeared into a grate that opened in the floor.

A large tube was next to descend, glowing dull red. It moved around her slowly, the glow making her skin feel warm. Wherever it went, the moisture quickly evaporated, and within seconds it dried her off completely. She was left with immaculate skin and hair, both feeling like a great weight had been removed from them.

Minty stared in awe at her body in the mirror. As weird as this all was, she was quite impressed. Her coat and mane had never looked, not to mention felt as good or healthy as they did now. Perhaps she should just try and enjoy this? Not that she had much of a choice, since the restraints still held her firmly. She gave them a small tug before relaxing into the chair, trying to stay calm.

"Okay..." she muttered to herself. "Maybe this won't be so bad..."

The voice came on again. "Once the cleaning is complete, the client is ready for direct modification. First, we improve the midsection and the calves."

Minty blinked and looked up. "Modification? Improve? What, you mean like a massage?"

Instead of a response, the chair let out a low hum, and six tube-like appendages came out of its sides. They slowly approached her body, two of them snaking in behind her and rubbing against her flank. Another two attached themselves to the sides of her hips, and the final two pressed against the sides of her thighs. Minty looked down and gasped. "H-Hey... what the heck are those things?" She struggled again, breathing rapidly. "S-Stay back!"

The small suction ports on the limbs gently latched onto her skin, and she yelped, feeling a series of tiny stabs as they drove needles into her flesh. Moments later, the tubes started vibrating, and she noticed fluids traveling down their lengths. The ones embedded in her flank and thighs pumped a thick, yellow-white gel, while the ones in her hips contained a clearer, purple liquid.

"A mare with curves is a mare who's loved," the voice chirped happily. "No decent pony can resist a good figure."

Minty shuddered, her heart beating faster and faster as the fluids inched toward the tips of the appendages. "No! Wait! What are you— A-Ahhh!" She tensed up as the first of the lukewarm gel slipped in, sending a chill down her spine. It slowly spread through her thighs and flank, her flesh rippling and twitching in response. The purple fluid came next, and a dull ache formed in the bones of her hips.

"G-Get these things out of me!" she shouted. "I... I feel... Ahh!" A mass grew under her skin, the pressure in it slowly reaching a breaking point. But instead of more pain, she just felt movement. Minty blinked and looked down, watching her thighs and flank slowly expand, making her rise higher in the chair. She groaned as the ache in her bones flared for a moment, and her hips began to widen as well.

"O-ohhh my gosh... nnngh!" The intense sensations left Minty too shocked to struggle. All she could manage was a bit of twitching and wriggling. "What are you d-doing to me? Make it stop... please!"

"Sadly, very few mares follow this simple, yet effective advice," the voice went on, unfazed by her reactions. "But we at Pink Paradise can correct every tiny mistake that holds back the true beauty of our clients."

The tubes were not fazed either. They just kept fluids into her mercilessly, making her flank, hips, and thighs gradually expand. When Minty focused her senses on it, she could feel the foreign gel collect into a distinct "padding" under her skin and flesh. It was violating her beyond what she could imagine. Letting out another groan, she struggled and demanded to be released over and over again, to no avail.

While this process went on, another pair of arms came out of the chair, each one carrying one half each of a wide metal device at the end. They closed in on her waist and pressed the devices against her sides, making them hug her body tightly. Minty shuddered and risked another peek below, where she noticed that the device vaguely resembled a corset of some sort. She tried wriggling and shaking it off, but it held fast.

"Big curves must never be shrouded by anything, not even one's own body," the voice added. "A tight waist, on the other hand, really brings out that plush flank and those inviting hips."

The device gave a dull pink glow, and Minty felt a strange warmth where it hugged her waist. She blinked in confusion, finding the sensation oddly pleasant among the horrifying experiences. Moments later, she inhaled sharply when a strong tightness appeared in her body, her ribs and spine aching the same way her hips did. The tightness grew until her waist began to contract slowly, shrinking at the same rate as the expansion of her hips.

"Stop!" she shouted. "Let me—" Her eyes widened as the pressure suddenly grew again, making it hard to breathe. An odd squirming was set off in her belly as her organs were moved around by the change. Once they managed to adjust, Minty gasped for breath, although the tightness remained as her waist continued to shrink.

"Stop this at once!" she cried. "I demand you stop!" She glanced down at her distended hips and shrinking waist, the feeling of revulsion flaring inside her. "Wh-What kind of sick fetish stuff is this? This isn't 's-sexy' or 'fun' at all!" Strength drained from her as the changes took their toll, and the restraints would not budge, but she kept struggling.

The last of the fluids streamed through the tubes, and Minty yelped as they slowly pulled out. She felt a dull ache, but the needles left no scars. The growth in her lower parts came to a halt, filling up the gaps left by the cushions. The foreign "stuffing" in her flesh pushed her curves out to over twice their normal size, while her contracted waist made the changes stand out even more.

Minty gave a low groan, breathing hard during the small bit of respite she got. Just as she tried to call out again, a new pair of appendages popped up before her. The tubes and ports were similar to the other devices, except more bulky. These two lined up with her breasts, the latches at the tips seeming to reach for her flesh hungrily. Once aimed, the arms slowly pushed toward her nipples.

"According to our studies, when it comes to the matter of breast size, 89% of males believe 'bigger is better'," the voice announced happily. "We at Pink Paradise don't wish to disappoint such an overwhelming majority, and we make sure our clients oblige them as well."

"What?" Minty blinked in disbelief. "My breasts aren't small! Are you saying you—" She trailed off, noticing the devices close in on her chest. "Wait..." She shook her head. "Oh no. No!"

While the tips of the arms inched toward her breasts, she felt the seat shift around a little under her. Something warm and damp brushed against her flank, making her wince. Moments later, the sensation repeated at her crotch, and she yelped out loud.

"S-stop!" she cried. Her arms and legs squirmed desperately, trying to get her away from the approaching arms. Her lower openings clenched in response to the probing, and her face flushed when a slight tingling was set off in her marehood, not at all unpleasant. Groaning, she tried to turn her chest to the side, pull up her legs, and move in just about any way, but it was no use. The restraints tightened slightly to keep her still, and she could only watch and tremble as the appendages closed the distance.

The machines waited patiently for the restraints to hold her down, and the ports latched onto her breasts, a metal ring gripping the flesh in a circle around each of her nipples. A trio of injectors unfolded from each arm and punctured her breasts, allowing the tubes to pump the yellow-white gel slowly into her flesh. Meanwhile, the grip on her nipples tightened, and the arms gave a dull pink glow, making her flesh tingle.

Minty gasped for breath and fought to hold back her moans. Gritting her teeth, she glanced down at her chest. As the gel pumped in, pressure grew in her breasts, making them ripple and expand slowly. The pink glow intensified, and an odd numbness come over her breasts. She could just barely feel the arms start tugging on her nipples. With each tug, the nipples felt like they "stretched out" a little. Each time the rings let go, her nipples did not fully retract. They slowly got larger and more prominent, as if to match her growing breasts. Minty let out a groan and blushed deeply, noticing that the stimulation made her nipples erect as well.

"But to truly dazzle our partner, one must ensure that their 'entry' is both as comfortable and pleasant as possible," the voice said. "To make the glove fit, make sure the opening is the right shape and size, so to speak."

Minty blinked. "H-Huh?" Her heart skipped a beat when she realized what the voice must have meant. "Wait! Don't—"

The objects sneaking around under her flank and crotch suddenly pushed up out of their holes in the chair. Both of them vibrated a little as one pressed into her rear hole, while the other rubbed against her slit before gently pushing in. Minty could no longer hold back. She tensed up, eyes growing wide, and let out a low moan, her inner walls twitching around the intruders. They did not penetrate deeply, nor were they very big. Instead, once lodged in her holes, they gave off an intense, warm aura that made the flesh of her insides tingle pleasantly.

Minty squeezed her eyes shut, squirming and holding her breath to keep her moans inside. She had never even used a vibrator before, let alone stimulated both her holes at once. Her mind recoiled at the treatment, but her body was not complaining. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, and her holes clamped down on the shafts in a weak attempt to force them out.

"Nnngh... this... this isn't happening..." she muttered. The pleasure below intensified, and she closed her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "It's not possible..."

The machines at her chest kept pumping the gel into her, making her breasts expand until they were close to an F-cup size. They barely looked natural, just enough not to look like a pair of plastic orbs, but their size and shape made it clear that they have been tampered with. When she squirmed the right way, she could feel the thick mass of gel collecting under her skin, pushing up her mounds.

As the last of the gel trickled in, the rings that tugged on her breasts glowed bright pink again. In an instant, the numbness faded away, and Minty gave a low moan as her enlarged chest unleashed a wave of intense pleasure. The slightest movement set her off, which in turn made her squirm even more. Her puffy nipples tingled pleasantly as the arms detached and pulled away, making her breasts jiggle heavily before they settled. At the same moment, the 'corset' around her waist let go as well, though the tight sensation lingered on.

"A perfect hourglass figure can make a mare irresistible to even the most stubborn partner," the voice said. "It outlines exactly where her greatest advantages lie."

Minty kept her eyes shut. She could not bear to look in the mirror, though her mind pictured her new figure either way. She squirmed and moaned from the machines' constant abuse below. The phallic objects in her holes throbbed and moved back and forth slowly, teasing her while radiating an intense warmth. She felt her inner walls shift slightly with every pass, and the way they embraced the intruders got more and more comfortable. Almost "natural", in fact, and she noticed they were getting more sensitive, just like her breasts.

She bit her lip, again trying to hold back her voice. After a few more gentle thrusts, the shafts pulled out. The mare gasped, feeling her slit and back door practically "hug" the shafts before they let go. Another moan came out, and her blush deepened from how lewd it sounded. Her gaze wandered to the mirror, and she recoiled at her unnatural figure, like the fake body of some porn star or sex doll. Worst of all, her body did not seem to agree. She winced, feeling a slight dampness between her thighs.

"Please let this be the end..." she said in a weak voice. At this point, she could not even feel anger. All she wanted was to escape this horrible device.

The seat whirred again and retracted all of its arms. It stayed idle for a moment before it burst into motion again. The appendages brought out various devices and combined them at eye level in front of her, forming a sort of "mask". Minty squirmed, getting more and more panicked by the sight. There were a pair of sockets clearly meant for her eyes, and one large slot where her mouth would be. Among the dense forest of parts, she could make out an array of small needles throughout the mask, aiming right at her face. At the same time, she could hear something move about behind her head.

"With the body molding almost complete, it's time to begin the smaller cosmetic changes," the announcer chirped. "Every part of the client's body must cry out her affection to the world: her eyes, her mane, her lips..."

The voice droned on, but it was drowned out by the humming of the machine. The limbs holding the mask twitched, and it slowly approached her face. She inhaled sharply and struggled again with all her might, doing everything she could to pull away from it. "No! Stop!" she cried. "Get that thing away from me! I don't want that on my—"

Her voice was squelched when the brace around her neck lit up, giving a bright pink glow and setting off an intense warmth. Her vocal chords, mouth, and face went numb, though she could still feel and move them a little.

"A mare must never be shy with their makeup," the announcer said, "nor should her face be any less inviting than the rest of her body."

The mask closed in, latching onto Minty's face and embracing it snugly. She gave a muffled yelp upon feeling a series of pinpricks in her lips and face. An odd sense of pressure came next as something trickled in through the needles in the mask. The sockets forced her eyes closed, and she felt something soft press against her eyelids, rubbing and pinching occasionally. Small mechanisms tugged on the rest of her face from time to time.

"Mmmph!" Minty shivered and tried to keep still, not daring to struggle with the mask anchored to her face. "Mmmm... mmph!"

While she squirmed helplessly, a pair of arms gently gathered her mane and pulled it taut behind her head. A glass tube lit up above it, releasing a bright golden glow that Minty could just barely see through the mask. Delicate "fingers" rubbed her head and ran through her mane, and she felt an odd sensation in her scalp, as though her hair were "shifting" and becoming heavier. Similar appendages embraced her tail and gave it the same treatment.

"Aside from soothing the body, the lotion treatments also prepare the client for the cosmetic changes, as the lotion reacts to mild magical radiation..."

Once the announcement finished, additional lights appeared around her, and even the underside of the chair lit up. Minty gave a low moan, feeling a gentle warmth caress her skin and make it tingle, a bit like if she were lying under the midday sun.

What the hay are they doing to me? she thought. Skinning me alive?

The mask kept softly abusing her face and lips, and her thoughts were cut off when a thin tube slithered into her mouth, rubbing against her tongue as it made its way into her throat. "Mmmmph! Mmmm!" She jerked and moaned in panic, her tongue squirming as it tried to keep the intruder out, but it was already inside. Once past her gullet, the tube vibrated and puffed up slightly, giving off a familiar sense of warmth.

"Mmmph!" Minty squirmed helplessly. The device set off her gag reflex at first, after which the warmth made it slowly fade away. Her throat twitched and tingled pleasantly as the appendage rubbed it from the inside. "Mm-mmmm..." Her face and scalp tingled all over as the machines invaded it from every direction, and the warmth gently seeped into the rest of her body. Bit by bit, her breathing slowed down, and she relaxed, settling into an odd daze.

The lights eventually went out, although her skin kept tingling and buzzing for a minute longer. The activity in the mask slowed down, while her hair and tail reached their "peak" as well. Just before either of them were released, she felt something gently latch onto her earlobes. A sharp pain stabbed into them, making her jerk. "Mmmph!" The dull ache faded after a few moments, she felt a small weight hanging from her ears, while her nipples and navel were pinched lightly in the same manner. She managed to let out a muffled cry of protest, mere moments before the painful stabs hit there as well.

Next, the "mask" on her face hissed and peeled away, while the warm glow of the neck brace turned off. The tube in her throat slowly pulled out, slowed down by how her orifice "hugged" the device now. The components over her eyes pulled away next, and finally it retracted from her lips, though the pressure and faint numbness lingered there.

Minty squirmed uncomfortably, not daring to open her eyes at first. When she did, her jaw dropped, and she could not even utter a sound. The "makeover" went way beyond any rational limits. Bright pink eye shadow coated her eyelids, bringing out her longer and thicker eyelashes. Her eyebrows were thin and outlined with a more faint pink, turned into slightly cartoony arcs over her eyes. Her lips were much thicker, enough to stand out in a small pout, and her hanging jaw made them form an inviting "O" shape. Bright pink lip gloss coated them, giving them a rather wet look. Large golden hoop earrings hung from her ears, slightly obscured by her mane, which was fairly longer and had a slight waviness to it. Its color had changed as well, the white streaks replaced with a platinum blonde, while the mint streaks got much lighter. Her tail went through the same change, while her mint coat was mostly unchanged, except a bit lighter and mixed with some gold and brown to give it a "tanned" look.

"Wh-What the hell?" she whimpered.

Looking further down, she saw a pair of small golden rings embedded in her puffy nipples, while a small white gem gleamed above her navel, attached to it with a silver stud. While she was busy checking herself out, the disembodied voice left a short "pause for effect", and the restraints held on. "What have you done to—" Minty began, only to gasp and blush deeply, finding that her voice had changed as well. It was noticeably higher-pitched and girly, and her thick lips made it harder to speak properly.

Slut. The word kept echoing in her head. I look like a total slut. Like some cheap whore. She winced when her gaze wandered onto the piercings and the changes to her lips. Like... like a total...

The voice came back, its tone making it seem oblivious to the mare's state. "Thank you for your appreciation of our work so far... Minty ...Since you chose the Deluxe Package, we have some additional accessories for you while we prepare your outfit."

"Appreciation?!" Minty shouted back. Her ears twitched from hearing her altered voice, but she could not hold back her anger. "You turned me into a living sex toy! I'm gonna find you all and rip your—"

While she bellowed curses at nopony in particular, arms came out from a panel in the wall, carrying various clothes and jewelry. Without the restraints letting her go, the arms moved the components into place and magically "stitched" them together. She struggled and protested, but could not prevent it from happening. Meanwhile, her hands and feet were fitted into thick "slots" that appeared in front of them, and she felt a slight pressure and tugging on her fingers and toes. A few seconds later, they pulled back to reveal her fingertips and toes covered in inch-long, bright pink plastic nails. She also gained a couple of rings on some of her fingers, either with "heart" designs or small red jewels in them.

Her breasts jiggled a bit as the arms placed the outfit onto her. It was a bright red tube top, stretched to its absolute limit by her large mounds. Once it wrapped around her tight waist, it just barely covered her nipples and the top of her belly, leaving the upper half of her chest bare, as well as her navel. It squeezed her boobs together just enough to make them stand out and show nice cleavage, while her nipple rings clearly showed through the tight fabric.

Her lower half came next. The arms pulled a thong onto her that was little more than a few strings, not enough to cover anything, but enough to grind into her puffed up slit gently. This was followed by a white miniskirt, riding so high up that it barely covered her crotch, let alone any of her large flank. Black fishnet stockings were pulled over legs, the soft fabric caressing her skin pleasantly and, admittedly, going well with the new color of her coat.

"Let me go!" Minty shouted. Her cheeks burned bright red, as her voice made her sound like a whiny, airheaded teen. "I'm not playing dressup for you sick pieces of—"

A pair of extra high platform heels were slipped onto her feet next. Once her feet were arced the right way, metal braces gripped them for a moment, and she felt a strong warmth seep in. Minty gasped as a strong pressure seemed to weigh down on her joints, setting off a dull ache. The device turned off and let go after a few seconds, and she groaned when she tried to relax her feet, only to find that her joints and muscles were "fitted" into the pose, as though they permanently wanted her to walk on the balls of her feet, or wear the high heels she just received.

While she agonized over her feet, as a final touch, a white choker was fitted onto her neck, a bright pink heart at the center with the words "Cute Slut" on it in curvy letters. Thin golden bracelets were placed on her wrists, matching the hoops that hung from her ears, thus giving her an even sluttier look.

"The makeover is now complete," the voice chirped. The humming of the chair died down, and the restraints pulled back, letting her move freely. "Please enter the next chamber. We have highlighted the exit to make it easier for you."

The "EXIT" sign lit up a bright pink, and the door hissed before sliding open. The voice stayed silent as Minty stirred in her seat. "Nnnngh..." The mare's limbs trembled as she pushed herself up, and she gave a low moan as the slightest motion set off her body, with her senses pushed into overdrive. She gritted her teeth and leaned on the chair for support while giving her reflection a disgusted look. Her hands balled into fists, and she could not decide whether to break the equipment or rip the clothes apart first.

"Next chamber? Next chamber?!" She delivered a kick to the chair, only to stumble back awkwardly when it threw her off balance. She winced, feeling her breasts and rear jiggle with every step she took. "Nnngh! Screw you! I've had it with your sick, sexist garbage!"

Trembling with rage, she reached up to tear off the choker around her neck first. Just before her fingers could touch it, the speakers gave a sharp buzz, and the sign above the exit gave a red flash of warning as well. "Attention," the voice said in a less cheerful tone. "Please do not harm or tamper with any of our products before exiting the salon, or the session must be restarted. Pink Paradise wants to ensure that all of our clients leave satisfied."

Minty just stood there for a moment, jaw dropping in shock. Her gaze wandered back to the mirror, while the words of the announcer echoed in her head. Her body instinctively recoiled the moment she merely thought of having to sit in the chair again. She looked away, face flushing deep red, and she gave a shriek of rage before throwing her hands up and stomping her way toward the open door. Her blush deepened from how her large curves jiggled with every step.

Author's Note

There aren't enough (good) bimbo stories on FimFic. I thought I'd change that.

Next up: unhappy bimbos getting "cheered up"