Rarity To Room 69 ...

Today was a wonderful day. The sun was shining through the bedroom window and the breeze outside blew gently on the trees, an inviting, excellent for day to go picnicking. Or bowling, or baseball.

Or any thousands of other things Rarity would rather be doing right now.

But no enjoying the day for her. Discord, the mischievous brat, told Rarity he needed her help with something. What he needed for help for only Celestia knew.

Just as only Celestia knows why she even agreed to it. Why in the wide-wide world of Equestria did she AGREE to this? This was madness. This was blasphemy. This was the mad raving of talking rabid dogs.

Rushing her way through getting dressed, Rarity ran her hand over her temple. She knew why. Fluttershy, one of her dearest friends and Discord's normal care-taker, was going to be out of town. So Fluttershy asked Rarity if she would be willing to help with anything Discord needed. Fluttershy was always there for her. So when it came time for Rarity to be there for Fluttershy, she had no choice but to agree.

That didn't mean she had to like it, though.

Making her way across town to the cave where Discord said to meet, Rarity wondered if maybe she choose the wrong outfit for the occasion. She had gotten dressed in a rush, so she went with a white, sleeveless shirt and a green skirt. It may have been too informal for the occasion.

Of course, given this was Discord, the mere act of showing up should be considered formal.

At last reaching the cave all the way on the other side of town, Rarity hesitated to go in. Would the rest of her friends look down on her if she backed out? Or would they understand?

No, no. She thought to herself. You promised Fluttershy.

With a sigh and another round of questioning of why, why on Equestria she agreed to this, Rarity went inside the cave. Discord was just on the edge of it, enough to be visible, but deep enough to be out of the sunlight.

“Ah, Rarity!” Discord clapped his hands together. “So glad you could make it. I was worried you wouldn't come.”

Rarity chuckled nervously and smiled, wondering if Discord knew her thoughts. “W-why would you think that?”

“Oh, no reason.” Discord pressed on and pointed inside the cave. “Now listen. The reason I wanted your help was because there's a rare and exotic creature in this cave I've been wanting to see.”

“Uh-huh.” Rarity nodded, not sure she believed him. Discord was known for lying in the past.

Discord snapped his fingers. Knowing Discord's magic created a flash of light, Rarity held her arms up to shield her eyes from the light. Discord created a mirror in his hand.

“Here, hold this.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow, doubtful the mirror served any purpose. “Why?”

“Because the creature I'm looking for is responsive to his own reflection. Once I find it, you'll show the mirror to it and distract it long enough for me to get away.”

“And what about me?”

“Oh, hmm?” Discord sounded like he didn't hear her. “Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something. I'm going to go deeper. You know, to lure it over. Toodle-o!” And with that, Discord disappeared further into the cave.

Rarity rolled her eyes. She could see where this was going. Any minute now, Discord was going to come running and screaming out of the cave, pursued by whatever beast he was looking for. He was going to yell at Rarity to hold the mirror up and he would leave. Discord would flee for his own life while forgetting her. Twilight would chew him out and they would come back to rescue her and then … they would all learn a valuable lesson about friendship or something. This was exactly how it was going to play out, she was sure.

Getting bored on waiting for him to come running, Rarity held the mirror up to herself. It was an ornate mirror, cast in silver and full of detailing on its handle. Rarity watched herself in it. She turned her head aside to get a better look at her cheek, rubbing said cheek with her hand for anything she might want to get rid of.

The strangest thing happened.

Her reflection … in the mirror … moved. Entirely on its own, with no input from her. Like it was a living, breathing thing.

“What?” Rarity held the mirror with both hands.

Her reflection giggled at her confusion. Her reflection turned left and right, striking poses like she was on the runway and then blew a kiss at her.

Rarity giggled, not sure how to respond. But she assumed her reflection meant a compliment. “Thank you, stranger. You don't look too bad yourself.”

Her reflection nodded like it was acknowledging her response. Then her reflection did something … unladylike.

She lifted her hands up to her breasts and began bouncing them up and down. Rubbing them, bouncing them, swaying them left and right …

Rarity bit her lip. “Er, darling, you know this sort of behavior is … inappropriate, don't you?”

Her reflection ignored her. She kept swaying, swinging her breasts left to right. They lifted up, catching air as they swung back and forth, building momentum.

“Mmm ...” Rarity's legs started swaying with the same rhythm as her reflection's breasts. There was something relaxing about the smooth, jiggly motion … something appealing … something which made her keep swaying until she lost track of time.

Seeing her chance to act, Rarity's reflection stopped bouncing her bust. Her eyes turned into swimming spirals of yellow, black, white, and blue – the same colors Discord's magic took when he hypnotized someone. After the display with her reflection's chest, Rarity was caught completely off-guard and ensnared. She fell into the hypnosis instantly, losing track of her thoughts and unable to focus … except on those pretty colors. A bit of drool escaped her limp jaw as she went under the spell.

Rarity felt she was falling down a long, large pit. Falling and falling, forever, until she suddenly felt she was on her feet again.

"What?"

Rarity blinked and rubbed her head, trying to process her surroundings. She was a in a small hospital room, painted in soothing dark blues. She looked around. There was a window, a door, and a curtain leading to a patient's bed. Above the door was the number "69."

She looked down to see she was wearing a skin-tight nurse costume the same color as the room. It hugged her breasts tight, allowing her tips to protrude through the fabric. Feeling around, she felt she had an hourglass figure now, with a pronounced chest, a thin waist, and wide hips, wearing a nurse's cap with a heart in place of the medical symbol.

"What ...” Rarity picked the cap off her head and examined it. “What is going on?”

"Nurse Rarity." A voice over the P.A spoke. "Nurse Rarity to room 69. You are scheduled to give the patient his treatment."

Rarity looked up to see she was already in room 69. She supposed there was a patient behind the curtain, though with Discord involved, she suspected there was a nasty surprise waiting for her.

"Nurse Rarity." The voice said, getting frustrated. "You are to give the patient his treatment."

"What is his treatment?" Rarity asked with a shrug. She heard something sliding. Turning around, she saw a paper under the door. She walked towards it to pick it up, but as she walked, her breasts swayed and swung in every direction, propelling her momentum sideways from where she wanted to go. Holding her breasts with her hands to steady them, Rarity got to the door and picked up the paper.

On it was written "Intimate Healing" and that was it. Well, what did that mean? She supposed, unprofessional it might seem, she could ask the patient.

Stealing her courage, Rarity fumbled towards the curtain even as her breasts seem determined to fly her out the window. With a gulp, she pulled the curtain aside. What she saw was both better and worse than what she expected.

It was a young, very attractive young man sitting on the bed inside a gown. His face was chiseled, his chest buff, and his ... throbbing arousal peeking through a rip on the gown on shameless display. He was quite well-endowed.

"Are you my nurse?" The man asked, looking positively healthy for someone in the hospital.

Rarity swallowed, distracted by the sight of his pulsing tiff. "Er, yes, I believe I am."

"Oh, good! Do you think you can help me?"

"Uh, well ..."

Sure you can! Discord's voice said inside Rarity's head.

"Discord? … Discord, get out of my head!"

Oh, I can't do that. Where's the fun in that? Anyways, Rarity, you can help him.

"How?"

You know ... "intimate healing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Oh, I think you do. You're just too embarrassed to admit it. You know, the old routine? Treatment of his obviously suffering -

"You can't mean -"

I do mean! And you're gonna do it. After all, who else will help this pour soul?

"I won't! I am far too much of a lady for that."

Are you? Discord's voice seemed to blend with her own, and suddenly he - or she? - was talking in Rarity's voice. You've always wanted a good man.

"Well, that's true, but -"

But nothing! Here is this sexy, helpless stud before who is in no position to resist you, but instead of rising to the occasion, you back down like a chicken! Doesn't it look tasty?

Well ... Rarity caught herself staring. It does look attractive, but - no, no, what am I thinking? I'll not be doing this!

You should! It's just what the doctor ordered - literally!

"No!"

Come on, Rarity, show me that famous Rarity spirit! You want this. You both want this. You want to feel him inside you. You want to know what that tasty, throbbing vein feels on your tongue ...

"No, and that is final!" Rarity went back to the door and tried to open it, but the door was locked.

Rarity sighed, dragging a hand over her forehead. "Ooh ... I'm going to have to do this, aren't I?" She glared at the patient from the corner of her eye.

Rarity watched the man's arousal with increasingly rapt attention. The stiff shape, the man's helpless state, the pulsing veins ... the sultry voice in her head. The more she watched the man's thing bounce up and down, the more she wanted it. She wasn't sure if she was being lustful, or if Discord had enchanted the pulsations to be hypnotic the same way his eyes could do. But her resistance was crumbling, and she wanted it more and more.

You want it. And deep down, you know he does too.

"I want it ..." Rarity repeated. "Yes ... "

Rarity walked towards the bed. Despite how her jiggling breasts were trying to use their momentum to throw her out the window. Hesitantly, she grabbed the sides of the bed and leaned over. She opened her mouth and lowered it on the tip of the member. It pulsed and beat against her mouth. Her thoughts wandered to how wonderful this must be from his perspective - in the hospital, a busty, jiggly nurse had come over and agreed to put her lips on his tip. Rarity's plan was to get only the tip and pull away when it was time.

Oh, I think you can do better than that. "Her" voice said in her head. Let me fix that.

"Hmmh!?" Rarity gasped in confusion as she felt something. The already large, erect member started to expand in size. Its growing forced its way deeper into her mouth, stuffing it. The tip glided over her tongue and reached near her throat. Rarity swallowed for air and continued sucking, despite her reservations.

Knowing the key to a good release was teasing, Rarity popped her mouth off before putting it back on. She gave him a few licks as she suckled, trying to work him up. And judging from the moans he was making, it was working.

Rarity grew frustrated with its pulsations. Each pulse seemed to only serve as something between her and her inevitable reward. She was relieved to feel its palpitations accelerate, meaning she was almost done. As the imminent moment grew closer, Rarity didn't pull away like she planned to. Instead, she just sat there and continued working him. She wasn't going to pull away because she was beginning to like it, to enjoy the feeling of his throbbing veins in her mouth ...

Sooner than Rarity expected, the moment arrived. The release came crashing down into her mouth, making her face feel flushed and heated. She wasn't sure how it this stuff was supposed to taste, but this tasted like a fine campaign, not the product of debauchery. "Ooooh ..." she moaned as she drank up his essence, feeling it vibrate on her tongue. After swallowing every drop, she pulled away.

She was quite surprised to see it was still at its huge, enlarged size. She read males weren't supposed to orgasm so many times without a cooldown. Ignoring that, and the warm taste left on her throat, Rarity got up. She dusted off her costume.

"Well ... I must be going now." Rarity told him, thinking of escaping while still eying his equipment. He received this news graciously, waving her goodbye.

She stepped towards the curtain by was stopped by a sudden feeling in her chest. She clutched at her breasts as something warm developed inside. Her nerves becoming stimulated to the point of moaning, she watched in awe as her breasts grew just a bit larger, straining the fabric of her outfit even more.

It occurred to her this happened right after she swallowed the patient's release. Had swallowing his release made her breasts bigger? She looked back at the patient, his still-large member, and thought about going back for more. Just to, uh, test her theory. Her breasts felt so good when they expanded. So, so good. She wanted to feel them grow and grow ....

She wanted to feel her breasts growing, but knew that would mean having to suckle him again. She stood there, indecisive, until she lifted her foot up and turned around.

"Uh, actually ... in truth, I don't have anywhere to be." She cautiously stepped towards him. "Would you mind, if, I uh, did it again?"

The patient waved his arm towards his equipment. "Help yourself."

Rarity blushed, but smiled.

Walking back towards him, Rarity got down on her knees and took it into her mouth once more. This time, she took it in at a straight angle into her mouth, so its release would go straight into her throat. She sucked and sucked, taking in deep gasps of air and moaning. She slurped along the member and adjusted her lips, almost gnawing on it. She put her hands on it and squeezed to get its release out. Already, she could feel it pulsing, throbbing, begging her to finish so it could give her her reward.

And it did. Rarity maybe should have thought this position through a little more, as its release shot its thick nectar straight down into her throat, almost making her choke on its volume. But she endured, swallowing the first half and catching her breath just in time to begin guzzling the second. When it had finished, she could still feel the droplets dripping down the inside walls of her throat.

"Mmmm ..." Rarity moaned and pulled away, feeling more dazed from this release than the one before. She looked down to see the results. Her breasts vibrated, stimulating her, before they grew warm and expanded out. The force of their expansion created a rip in her outfit, allowing for a tiny bit of cleavage to be shown. She put her hands under her breasts and bounced them up and down.

Oh, well, aren't you a good girl! Her mirror voice said.

"I'm a ... good girl."

Good girls deserve rewards. Go on. Do it one more time and get the best reward yet.

"One more time ..." Rarity said. Looking up with a dazed expression, Rarity lowered her mouth onto the still-throbbing member. She noticed this last release had actually robbed it of some of its size - not by much, though.

You're a good girl ... you submit.

I ... submit.

You're rewarded when you submit.

I'm ... rewarded when I submit.

Good ...

Rarity sucked on him one more time. She didn't know what to expect, but she was expecting something amazing. She was going to get it. To start with, he began thrusting forward, rubbing its pleasant texture inside her mouth. Then it started pulsing like crazy, twice as fast as a heartbeat. It emitted heat which filled her mouth and finally ... it released. It released a constant, rapid stream, firing continuously into her throat. Rarity moaned from the overwhelming amount of musk going over her tongue. She clutched at her breasts as they felt warm again, growing and expanding like air was filling them. The rip in her nurse costume got larger with them, traveling down the curve of her breasts until eventually they proved too much for it, bursting through the fabric and exposing her basketball-sized breasts, covered only by a straining brassiere. She could have stopped there, she could have pulled away, but she didn't. She wanted to see how far she could take this. She wanted to see how big she could make them get.

The stream from the generous equipment continued. Her cheeks, throat, and chest were all made gradually more warm by the unrelenting torrent. "MMMPH!" She moaned from a particularly large lump making its way through. "Mmm ... mmmm ..." Her breasts jiggled out of sheer glee from the stimulating feeling of his release over her mouth.

Come on, come on ... Rarity begged, reaching up at the back of her straps. She wanted it to give way. She wanted it to burst and expose her chest in its all round glory. She wanted them to be free from their clothy prison. Only then would she be satisfied.

The delicious pumping of his essence slowed to just gushing before going down a trickle and then stopping completely. But that was okay with Rarity, as she was getting what she wanted; her breasts swelled and swelled until the components of her brassiere gave way, snapping in half. The broken remnants fell to the ground like discarded shells, and finally, Rarity felt her jiggly breasts free of their cloth imprisonments. At last, her proportions were free to be exposed to the world. She had time to notice his member had finally gone down before she collapsed onto the floor, gigantic, life-saver sized breasts shaking like jelly.

"Mmmm ..." Rarity lifted a finger to her lips, feeling an odd tinge in them. They felt warm the same way her breasts did. And like her breasts, she felt them stretch out, getting larger, darker, and moister. "Mmm ..." She chewed on her lips, enjoying how wet and luscious they were.
Then the voice from the P.A spoke up again, sounding quite satisfied ...

"Nurse Rarity, your services are required in the next room ..."

"Well, I must be going now for sure, darling." Rarity told him as she got up, holding her arms against her breasts to cover her tips. "I should go see about that next room ..."

Rarity was about to put her hand on the doorknob when the voice in her head spoke up.

What are you doing? You can't go out there! Don't you realize how much attention a random topless, busty nurse will draw?

"Well, what do you recommend I do, darling?"

Peek out the door. Make sure no one's coming down the hallway, then go to the next room.

"Wait ... didn't that voice on the P.A announce me? Aren't I considered a nurse in this building?"

Yes, but do you think you showing up topless with breasts the size of doors won't arouse suspicion?

Rarity knew the mystery voice had a point. Sighing, Rarity cracked the door opened and peered out. Seeing no one out there, she quickly made her way to the next room just down the hallway - room 70. Closing the door behind her, Rarity locked it and turned around.

"Oh my!" She was surprised to see the same situation in this room as in the other one - a male patient, muscular, well-built and generously, handsomely endowed with his generous proportions on full view. It wasn't just big, it was sculpted attractively as well. Someone needed to come and suck the poor thing's suffering out from him. "Hello there."

"Hello there." The patient said, somehow not surprised at her humongous breasts. "Are you my nurse?"

Hearing him say that was a like a post-hypnotic trigger. Almost instantly, Rarity wanted to jump straight to his bed and dive into the sucking. But she resisted the impulse. She wanted to work her way up to that first.

"Yes." Rarity told him, bending at the knees to give him a good view of her balcony. "Yes, I am your nurse. And I am going to take very good care of you." She walked towards him. “Let's take care of that little problem you're having, shall we?”

“Oooh ...” he moaned in anticipation. He adjusted himself on the bed. “We shall!”

Rarity giggled. She walked up to him, her breasts shaking and wobbling in every direction. Approaching the bed, she leaned forward, pushing her massive cleavage onto his tiff. The contrast between the hard flesh of his equipment and the soft skin of her breasts felt delightful to her, and wondrous to him. Rarity grabbed her breasts by the sides and squished them together, rubbing them up and down the pulsing member. Her patient let out a howling moan.

"Hmm-hmm." Rarity giggled again as she took her breasts off him. "Now, let's see what we can do about that, hmm?" She got on her knees, pushing her breasts against the side of the bed to get them out of the way. Breathing heavily in excitement, Rarity lowered herself onto him. Her big, luscious lips ensconced and sucked his member like a clamshell, bringing him a sense of pleasure Rarity couldn't have achieved otherwise.

"Oooh ... oooh." He moaned and moaned. Rarity looked up at him, eying him with satisfaction. She was doing this to him. She was making him moan that way.

"Mmm ..." Rarity moaned herself, pulling her soft lips up and down him. She could its veins throbbing, its release drawing nearer and nearer. Rarity let him go and pulled her lips - her beautiful, luscious lips - away before pressing her breasts up against him again.

"W-why'd you stop?" The patient asked.

"Because I want to delay your release." Rarity explained. "I want you to know that I brought this pleasure to you. And only I can give you your release." She moved her body forward and backward, rubbing her breasts on him like a sponge. She bounced them and jiggled them. She moved them side-to-side, practically crushing his member under their weight. She shifted back into sucking, sweeping her tongue along him, bouncing him inside her mouth. She moaned as it throbbed and throbbed and throbbed ...

"Oh my, yes ..." Rarity thought to herself, appreciating every pulse it sent out.

That's it. The voice in her head. Just suck, Rarity. You know what happens when you submit. You're rewarded when you submit. You're being such a good sucker right now, Rarity ...

Hearing that made Rarity happy. She submitted. She was rewarded when she submitted. She was a good sucker.

The man's equipment began to pulse rapidly. Rarity knew what that meant. Rarity held her breath as the warm release went traveling over her tongue and straight down her throat. The release spread its heat through her throat and her face before going and making her entire body feel warm. It was so warm and thick ...

"Mmmm~!" Rarity's eyes closed with pleasure as the familiar warm sensation occurred in her breasts. Her fingers went crawling around her body, grabbing at her chest to appreciate the feeling of them growing. Getting bigger, inch by inch, second by second, until they were massive objects of round, fleshy lust. It seemed odd that the more her fingers tried to grab them, the more her breasts seemed to slip away, but she didn't let bother her too much.

Rarity slowed down, content for now after his release and the warm, air-like sensation in her breasts. He wasn't, though. His pulsations quickly picked up again, throbbing and pounding around inside her mouth as her only warning before another release went pouring into her mouth.

"Ooooh!" Rarity's eyes rolled around in pleasure. The next release utterly wrecked her mind. She could barely contain any thought beyond the need for gratifying her male captive. Anything else became too small and nebulous to hold in her head for too long. Thinking was hard. Sucking was easy. Her head rolling around in a daze, Rarity was quite content to just sit there and let its warm, tasty release flow into her. It was all she needed. Well, that and the warmth from her breasts, which she continued to fondle. They seemed determined to escape her grasp, though ...

Her thoughts were quickly derailed as the release picked up again, refocusing her attention from her hands to her tongue, as the throbbing member continued to reward her with its musk. These patients were so inexhaustible, Rarity thought, much to her delight. It kept going and going and going, clear on its intent to satisfy her. There was so much inside her now ... inside her mouth, inside her stomach, inside her throat ... it was almost too much for one lady to bear.

The release started to die down, and Rarity wondered if perhaps it was over. It seemed to just be teasing her though, as the member perked up again and let off a huge release of its warm musk into her. She could barely catch her breath to swallow the massive load.

After this next release inhibited her mind, it died for good this time, the member shrinking until it was covered modestly by the gown.

Rarity, exasperated, pulled away from the patient and his bed, feeling more dazed than ever. She wanted to have more, but at the same time, she needed to realize when enough was enough.

"Oooh ... ooooh!"

Rarity put her hands over her mouth as her lips started to jiggle. They felt warm the same way her breasts did, before she felt them stretch out, getting larger and moister. "Mmm ..." She swept her tongue across her lips before biting down on them. They were so warm and moist, she just wanted to bite into them like a fruit and suck the juice out of them.

"Wha?"

Taking a minute to look down, Rarity saw her breasts had been reduced in size. Here she made the realization. Where Patient 69 had made her breasts larger, Patient 70 had made her breasts smaller. Just as well she didn't have to lug those bazooms around this whole time. While no longer the size of doors, they were still large enough to attract attention.

"Haaa ..." Letting out a satisfied sigh, Rarity nested up against the side of the bed. It took a few - several minutes, but eventually her head started to clear and she seemed to wake up from her thrall.

"What?" Rarity rubbed her head as she came out of her trance. "Where am I? What am -" She stopped and fell silent when she remembered where she was and what she been doing for the last half-hour or so.

Rarity grabbed the bed to pull herself up and looked at her patient. He appeared to be content, reading a book.

"Er, excuse me?" Rarity asked him. "Do you know where I might find something to make myself ... decent?" She gestured to her breasts.

The patient pointed at a cabinet. "There's some spare sheets in here."

"Sheets. Perfect. Thank you." Rarity took the sheets out and flapped them. "Er, is there a bathroom nearby?"

"Patient bathroom, that door right there."

Making her way inside the bathroom, Rarity went to work her magic. With some folding here and there, she was able to wrap the sheet around her like an expensive dress, one fit for a ballroom. It went over the remnants of her nurse's skirt. But in order to keep it from falling off, she had to tie it in knots which were so tight as to emphasize her lack of a brassiere, with her niptips pointing through. Her lips had gotten rather large as well, almost three times the size of what they normally were, but not so big as to be grotesque, as they still fit her face. Rarity thought they needed a good lipstick to really make them shine.

"It'll have to do." Looking at herself in the mirror, Rarity saw the nurse's cap ruined the illusion. So she took it off and left in the sink.

Exiting the bathroom, Rarity came face-to-face with a surprising sight. A women was now sitting on the patient's bed. A women who looked just like her, sans enhancements, wearing a little black dress.

"Er ..."

"Oh, you're out!" The woman noticed her, clapping her hands together. "Hi!" She jumped off the bed and engaged Rarity in an unwelcome hug, with her hands brushing up towards Rarity's breasts.

Before the mystery woman's fingers could make contact with Rarity's chest, Rarity shoved her off. "Pardon my rudeness, darling, but who are you?"

"Oh, I'm your Id!"

"My ... Id?"

"You know! Id, Ego, Superego? Discord pulled me out of your head and made me into my own person! I'm the one in charge of all your hedonistic desires. Every time you heard your voice in your head talking to you, thinking how much fun it would be to relieve all these male patients? That was me!"

"That was ... you?" Rarity asked, struggling to understand how a disembodied voice somehow gained physical form. Stupid Discord, making things all complicated. "Wait a minute ... if that was you in my head, Id - can I call you Id? - I hope you realize the kind of, ahem activities you've been encouraging me towards are ... not appropriate, don't you?"'

"Oh yeah, no. Completely inappropriate." Id flicked a dismissive finger. "But fun, though! Stay with me, Rarity."

Before Rarity could object, Id grabbed her into another hug.

"We are gonna have so much fun together."