Fluttershy was enjoying the day. Buzzing about the local market, sampling local cuisine. She had just finished a handmade pastry when she noticed something odd from the corner of her eye. What appeared to be a shadow was moving some distance away. This wasn't odd. What made it odd was it appeared be Discord.

“I thought Rarity agreed to keep him company?” Fluttershy scratched her head. Worrying if maybe something happened to Rarity and Discord came to tell her in person, Fluttershy hurried down the street towards him. Fluttershy was deaf to the concerns of citizens who saw her running.

“Discord?” Fluttershy asked the empty air. “I thought I saw him here ...” Fluttershy wandered around. She was a good distance away from the crowd, in a secluded area flanked by boxes, and this worried her. There would be no witnesses if something unfortunate happened.

“Fluttershy!”

“Eeep!” Fluttershy jumped backwards and whipped around, surprised by Discord's arrival. “Discord! You scared me. Don't sneak up on people like that!”

“Oh, I'm sorry, Fluttershy.” Discord's tone was sincere. “I just wanted to surprise my best friend in the whole world with a visit while she was away from home.”

“Oh. Well, I suppose that's nice.” Fluttershy kicked a leg on the ground. “But didn't Rarity agree to spend the day with you while I was gone?”

“Hmm.” Discord pulled out a calender too big for his pocket and looked over it. “So she did. But, if I had the opportunity to come see my favorite person in the world, I had to take it, didn't I? Even if meant leaving... poor Rarity behind?” Discord rocked his head back and forth, putting on his best melodramatic voice.

“I suppose ...” Fluttershy crossed her arms. “Still, Rarity agreed to spend the day with you and it's rude to stand her up.”

Especially when I had to persuade her to do it, Fluttershy thought, but didn't say.

“Oh, all right, all right.” Discord said. “I'll get right back to her. But first, I need your help with something. Nothing much, just a tiny favor.”

Fluttershy stepped towards him. “What is it?”

“Come a little closer.” Discord said. “I'll whisper it to you … that's it.” Fluttershy stepped closer. “Closer … closer … now lean in. Excellent.”

“So what is it that you need -”

Fluttershy was caught off-guard by Discord's eyes turning into hypnotic swirls of colors. The flashing light show grabbed her attention and slowed down her thoughts. The colors were so compelling to look at, Fluttershy couldn't bring herself to think too hard.

“Help … wiii ...” Fluttershy trailed. She nodded her head from side to side. “So pretty ...”

“Aren't they, though?” Discord curled his fingers against his in pride. “Now just look closer …”

“Look ...closer.” Fluttershy repeated, moving so close her lips were inches away from Discord's.

“Don't think too much now.”

“Don't … think too much ...”

“Just relax. Reeee … laaaaax.” Discord told her.

“Just … relax.” Fluttershy repeated, falling deeper into the trance. “So pretty … I want – I need to look at them more … aaah.” Fluttershy sighed as she entered a state of bliss.

“Oh. Hmm?” Fluttershy was confused when she woke up on a bed. “Wasn't I just outside?” She asked herself as she rolled over onto her stomach and examined her surroundings.

It was evident she was in a hospital room. She was a on a comfy bed, surrounding by walls painted a cooling blue color. There was single window letting in draft and a table nearby. The table was empty, save for one small medicine bottle.

“Where am I?” Fluttershy wondered aloud as she got up to close the window. The draft was getting to her.

“Why, inside a hospital, Fluttershy!”

Fluttershy looked up to see Discord on the ceiling. “Discord, what's going on? You're not … you're not upset about me leaving you, are you?”

“Oh, no, no!” Discord assured. “Not at all! It's just … well, this hospital is dire need of some extra staff. And I thought to myself, “now who do I know that would make a good nurse? Someone sweet, someone kind, someone with an understanding of medicine,” and then it hit me; You, Fluttershy! You're the perfect fit for a nurse.”

“Oh, I don't know about that.” Fluttershy said with some modesty showing through in her voice. “I work with animals, not people.”

Discord floated from the ceiling to the ground on an umbrella. “Oh, but Fluttershy, you're already dressed for the part!”

“I am?” Fluttershy was surprised to see herself already wearing a nurse's costume. A costume, as nurse's outfits did not look like this. It was made of a short skirt and a loose fitting vest, with pockets on the chest area and a tight belt around her waist. It hung loosely and drooped, as though it was three sizes too big for her.

“Well, I guess I could try it.” Fluttershy said, nervously rubbing her hands together. “You know, if they really need me.”

“Ah, but of course they do, Fluttershy.” Discord said.

“Won't I need some training, though? And an interview? And don't you think this outfit is a little small on me?”

“Everything you need, and I mean everything you need to know, is in this bottle ...” Sounding like a salesman of the Flim and Flam variety, Discord pointed a cane at the desk. “Right here.”

“Okay.” Fluttershy walked to the desk and picked the bottle up.

“Just take one pill and you'll learn everything you need to know.”

“How -” Fluttershy turned to ask Discord another question or two, but he was gone. “Hmm.” Pressing on, Fluttershy opened the bottle and shook out the contents – the entire bottle only contained one capsule. Half-red and half-orange.

“Just like the one I gave Philomena.” Fluttershy observed, holding the pill in two fingers. Fluttershy got suspicious, suspecting Discord had recreated the pill in these colors to mean something to her, but it was too late to ask questions now. “Here goes nothing, I guess.”

She popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed.

“Hmm.” Fluttershy raised an eyebrow. “That's strange ...” Nothing was happening. Her head wasn't filing with knowledge. She wasn't experiencing a hallucination giving her clunky plot-relevant exposition on everything she needed to know.

“Huh.” Fluttershy thought maybe the pill she took was defective and see if the bottle contained another one she missed seeing the first time around.

A sudden burst of pressure in her chest prevented this plan. “Oh! W-what's going on?” Fluttershy clutched at her chest. Her chest felt tingly and weird. Fluttershy scrambled to the bed, worried about what was happening to her. It was a strange and forceful feeling, as though something were trying to push out of her.

Lying on her back, she rolled around, hoping the feeling would go away. “Oooh, stop that!” Fluttershy yelled at her chest. “Um, please?”
It was no good. Her chest continued to feel bizarre and almost painful. There was so much pressure inside. It was causing her a great deal of distress.

“Oooh.” She groaned. “Oooh! Oooh … oooh. Oooooh.”

Fluttershy wasn't groaning anymore. The pressure she'd been experiencing changed. It no longer felt forceful. It felt good and warm.

“Oooh. Oooh ...” Fluttershy kept her moans as her chest was washed over with the warm feeling. Blushing, she put her hands on her chest to see if maybe she could feel out what was causing this and remove it. Or encourage it, as it did feel good.

“What?” Fluttershy murmured out, as she saw a bizarre change in her anatomy. Her breasts were each getting bigger, the pressure she was feeling pushing them out from the inside, getting each individual breast to expand out and grow in every direction.

“Aaaaah ...” Fluttershy moaned and moaned. The growth of her breasts felt so, soooo good. She couldn't think about anything else, only wanting to watch (and feel) as her boobs were gifted with increased size. The feeling of warm pressure extended throughout her body, gathering inside her waist as well. She wondered if maybe it was going to make her waist grow as well.

Whatever was causing this expansion had a fit, as without any hint of a change, her breasts ballooned. It made them swell up to the size of beanbags before shrinking down to smaller than baseballs. It continued to fiddle with her size and adjust, each breast going up and down in size as though someone was playing with a slider for them. One moment, one was beanbag-sized while the other was baseball-sized. The next, they were both the size of bowling balls. While not keen on the idea of breasts bigger than the rest of her body, Fluttershy loved the feeling of their shrinkage and growth. She could feel it happening in her waist as well. She bucked up and down, bouncing on the body as the pleasureful sensations overwhelmed. Her moans went loud enough to be considered screams.

“OOOOOH! OOOOOH! AAAAAH! AAAAAAH! Aaaah … aaah … oooh.”

The expansion came to a stop. Fluttershy panted for air as her body settled into the form chosen for her by the pill, which she had come to realize was responsible for this change.

Fluttershy sat up on the bed and took note of her changes. Her orbs of flesh were the size of basketballs, but felt as light as a hat. As she suspected, her waist had changed, too, now having a thin waist and a flat stomach which emphasized her boobs that much more.

Now she saw the logic in putting her in a costume too small. It had been loose-fitting at first, but now, with her flat waist and huge breasts, it fit snugly. The outfit had been made with someone with her new cup size in mind.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Fluttershy lifted her hands up and pushed her breasts in. The resulting squish made her moan. “Ooooh.”

Any further experimentation she would have been tempted to do was interrupted by someone at the door.

“Fluttershy?” A male doctor asked. He held up a clipboard. “We have a patient for you … if you're willing to help us.”

Fluttershy thought about what Discord said, about the hospital needing her. Hearing the call to action (and ignoring the part where Discord tricked her into swallowing an instant breast-growth pill) Fluttershy jumped off the bed and took the clipboard. “I'll do it. Now who's my patient?”

Meanwhile, at Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack was washing dishes in preparation for lunch with her family when a knock was heard throughout the house.

Applejack set a plate into the sink and looked around. “Now what was that about?”

“A.J.” Big Macintosh's deep voice came from the other room. “Someone here to see you at the window.”

“Now who could that be? And at the window?” Applejack took off the cleaning gloves and went to the window. She was not happy to see who it was.

“Discord.” Applejack narrowed her eyes. Discord was wearing a chef's hat, apron, and a fake, lengthy mustache as found on French caricatures. “Aren't y'all supposed to be hangin' out with Rarity?”

“Oh, yes, yes, I'll get back to her a minute.” Discord said. “But in the meantime, I thought I would try my hand at baking, and I would to hear your thoughts.”

“Now I don't have time for your shenigians, Discord.” Applejack told him. “Lunch will be a in a few minutes -”

“All I need is one!” Discord said. “Please?” He held out a tray of fresh-baked goods. “Just give 'em a whiff and I'll be out of your hair!”
In truth, Applejack didn't want to give him any minutes even if she did have some to spare. But sensing he wouldn't go anyway otherwise, she agreed. “Okay. One whiff.”

“Bon appetit.” Discord presented the tray to her. Applejack leaned through the window and took in a large sniff, putting her nose to work.

“Mmm.” Applejack was taken aback by the aroma. Discord was a much better baker than she would've thought and it all smelled like apple-flavored items. “Say, that's not … half bad, Discord.”

“Oh, you think so?” Discord said, feigning modesty. “Here, why don't you … have another?”

Not thinking clearly, Applejack obliged him, taking in another sniff of the treats. “Yeah.” Applejack didn't notice as she let out a yawn and slouched slightly. “If it wouldn't spoil my lunch, I think I'd … try one.”

Applejack also did not notice as her eyes closed and her limbs went slack. Losing her grip on the window, Applejack fell to the floor, knocked out by whatever Discord slipped into the pastries.

“So kind of you to say.” Discord said, examining Applejack's unconscious form.

Applejack groaned as she came to, putting a hand over her forehead.

“Oh, now what in tarnation?” Applejack rose up just to see darkness in her eyes. “Where the heck am I?” Reaching around the darkness, Applejack felt something soft. She acted on a hunch and yanked on it, causing a blanket to fall off and let her see light again.

“A hospital?” Applejack wondered. She scratched her head. “Now how did I get – Discord!”

“You rrrrrrrang?”

Applejack whipped around to see Discord floating in min-air above her. “Discord, you two-timing varmint! Undo whatever it is y'all did right now!”

“Oh, but Applejack.” Discord pouted. “I just want to play a game.”

“A game?” Applejack glared and folded one arm over the other. “I don't have time for one of yer games. I was supposed to be having lunch with my family right about now.”

“Your family will be waiting for you when you get back. I'll make sure of it.” Discord put a hand over his heart. “And the game will be real quick. Just finish it up and you'll be right back at home. You have my word.”

“And we all know what that's worth.” Applejack said.

Discord looked irritated by this insult, but he let it go. “A few minutes, that's all I ask.”

Applejack glared at him. Sighing with the realization she wasn't likely to get out any other way, she agreed. “A few minutes. That's it.”

“Excellent!” Discord clapped his hands. “Now, to start out with, you'll be taste-testing.”

“Taste-testing? Aww, Discord, if y'all wanted me to taste your cooking so bad, why didn't you just say so? There's no need for all this hullabaloo.”

“I never said it was my cooking I wanted you to try.” Discord pointed to a corner of the room. A banquet had been set up, a table full of apple-flavored treats.

Applejack tried to be stoic most of the time, but she couldn't help but let her eyes betray a hint of gluttony at the sight. There were so many things to choose from, and she could tell they were all fresh. “So, uh,” Applejack cleared her throat, trying to remain in control. “Y'all want me to sample that?” Applejack smiled. “I can do that.” She started marching, ready to dig in.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Discord grabbed her by the arm. “There's one tiny catch. You can only pick one thing.”

“Only one?”

Discord nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“Aw, but they all look and smell so good. How am I supposed to pick only one?” Applejack shrugged.

“You'll have to figure that part out yourself. Toodles!” Discord waved at her before disappearing in a flash.

“Discord -” Applejack was going to shout for him, but realized it was pointless. “Now, how am I supposed to pick from all of this?”

There were so many things on the table. There was apple pie, apple cobbler, sliced, caramel apples … basically, if it was an established recipe which involved apples, it was there.

Applejack shifted her gaze on the table, trying to see if any one item stood out from the rest. Something to help make up her mind.

“Mmm … smells good.” Applejack took in a sniff. “Mmm … something smells really good.”

Applejack kept sniffing. Each sniff seemed to bring a tinge of pleasure to her. The combination of apple-flavored treats came together to create an overwhelming scent. She breathed in another sniff, and another, moaning with pleasure each time.

“Ooh.” Applejack moaned and blushed, putting a hand on her cheek. “I'm gonna need to control myself.” But it was so hard. Everything here smelled so good, so tasty.

Succumbing to temptation, Applejack leaned over on the table, taking in more and more sniffs. “Oh, that's good … that's the stuff.” It was if the aroma was reaching up through her nose to the pleasure centers of brain.

“What's that?” Applejack picked up on the scent of something. Something different from the rest. Moving her hands along, Applejack traced the smell to the center of the table where something she loved could be found – apple fritter. She had always liked apple fritter, from since she was a child.

She wasn't entirely sure about choosing the fritter, but a few more whiffs of it changed her mind. She grabbed a piece and shoved into her mouth, chewing nosily and messily.

There was a pop and the rest of the food disappeared. Probably some kind of trap Discord set.

“Huh. So that's why I could only pick one.” Applejack saw a chair and pulled it over, meaning to enjoy her meal.

She picked up another piece of fritter and lifted it to her mouth. Taking in another whiff to savor the smell, she bit into it. “Mmm ...” the fritter was a gooey mess of delight on her taste buds. As she chewed it, she was nearly overwhelmed with the taste.

Whoever made these had done a darn good job.

Applejack took in another bite, moaning from the taste. “Mmm ...” She said between bites. “It's so soft and fluffy …” She took another bite, chewing it slowly to savor it.

“So good ...” Applejack put another piece to her mouth and was slow to tear a bite off with her teeth. She juggled on her tongue, loving the taste on her tongue. “I can't believe how good this is ...” She muttered through a mouthful before taking another bite. And another.

And another … and another … and another … soon enough, she was grabbing handfuls and stuffing all of into her mouth once, caught in a trance. A trance of food.

It couldn't last forever, though. Applejack reached onto the plate to grab another, only to find there wasn't any left. The surprise of this shocked her back to her senses, and she realized how messy she had been when eating.

“Oh my goodness.” Heat rushed to her slightly-bloated cheeks. “I'm so embarrassed … I hope no one can see me right now.” She wiped the crumbs off her lips with her hand and pushed the chair away from the table. “But at least it's over now.”

Applejack stood up.”Okay, Discord, I sampled the food. Now where are ya, you – oof.” Applejack stopped, feeling an odd pulse in her shoulder. “Now what's going on? Oof.” She felt the same pulse on her elbow, but on the other arm. She put one hand on her shoulder and on her elbow.

“Discord, I know you're doing this, wherever y'all are! Stop it right now!” Whether or not Discord could hear her, it had no effect. The pulses kept coming, appearing in more parts of her body than she could put her hands on.

“Oh.” Applejack groaned, thinking about all the fritter she had eaten. “I hope I'm not coming down with some rare and exotic form of stomach sickness. Oh!” There was another pulse, this one located on her spine, but it felt … different.

“That ...” Applejack rubbed her back. “That felt kinda good, actually.” Applejack shook her head. “What am I saying? I'm not gonna let you get to me like this … ooh, ooh, that feels good.” Applejack stopped rubbing herself when her arms began to feel funny. She lifted them up and watched as the veins inside them pulsated. “Oh, what's going on? OOOH!”

Another pulse in her spine made Applejack moan. She lurched over, feeling pleasant pulses all over her body. She watched her arm as it pulsated and the skin on it began to grow. Another moan escaped her lips as her arm swelled up and bloated up before settling down with the skin pulled taut across her enlarged muscle.

Applejack was confused at the change on her arm. It was covered in bulging muscle, as though she had been working out at the gym overtime. The muscles were so big. Applejack made a point to keep in shape, but she never thought about bulking up this much.

She was helpless to do more than as the growth occurred through the rest of her body – and not all in the same way. While she watched as her other arm ballooned out with muscles, she gritted her teeth as she felt the bones in her legs grow. And oddly, the growth felt good. She felt good, getting all of these muscles and bones to grow like a healthy young woman … say, maybe with all these muscles, she could beat Big Macintosh at arm-wrestling.

Applejack went to the bed to wait the rest of the growth. A scream of pleasure erupted from her as she felt the growth hit her back, making her spine extend in both directions, making her taller. She folded a leg up to watch as muscles developed on it. The stretching of her back felt amazingly good. The fritter must have had some quality drugs in it for this to feel as good as it did.

She exhaled in pleasure while the growth spread to her chest and stomach. Her stomach hardened and grew out, as thought a sculptor was chiseling muscular perfection from her. Her breasts bounced up and down as they poured out, growing to the size of grocery bags.

As with Fluttershy, her moans died down as the growth seemed to settle in. Her muscles twitched a bit as they grew a tiny bit bigger each on all of her limbs.

Applejack stretched her arms out and admired herself. With the extra height on her, forgot arm-wrestling Big Macintosh. With this height and muscle, she could pick him up and throw him.

Applejack got off the bed and struck some poses, flexing her muscles and showing off to herself. She was smiling, pleased with her new powerful form. She had a thought.

“Now wait a minute.” Applejack cupped her breast. “I know breasts are made of fat tissue … so how can I have all lean, bulky muscle and these gourd-sized things at the same time?”

As she was wondering that, an abrupt pain spiked in her breasts. “Oh, goodness, now what? MMPH!” Applejack clutched at her chest as another pain spike occurred. “Somehow, I get the feeling this isn't gonna start feeling good like the rest of it did ...”

The door swung opened. Applejack was surprised two doctors walk in, flanking Fluttershy on either side. Fluttershy was surprised to see Applejack.

“Applejack? You're my patient?”

“Fluttershy? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, um.” Fluttershy cleared her throat. “I'm volunteering as an extra doctor for this hospital. I've been told they're understaffed.”

“Mmm. Strange.” Another spike made Applejack sat down on the bed. “But as long as you're here, I might as well get your help.”

“What seems to be the problem?” Fluttershy asked, approaching Applejack while examing her clipboard.

“I got this awful pain in my chest, doc.” Applejack said. “Hurts something fierce.”

“Hmm.” Fluttershy folded the clipboard under her arm and began to poke and prod at Applejack. “Have you ever experienced this before?”

“No.”

Fluttershy was about to put a hand on Applejack's bust when she stopped. “I, um, can't help but notice you've gotten … taller, Applejack.”

“And I notice y'all have gotten bustier.” was Applejack's reply. “Now can we please focus on fixing my chest?”

“Hmm.” Fluttershy tapped her chin. “I'm sorry, Applejack, I have no idea. It could be a side-effect of your, um, recent growth.”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Well, I figured that much by myself..”

“Hmmm.” Fluttershy glared at Applejack's bust. “Now what do I know that causes pain in breasts?” Fluttershy scratched her chin. “No, that couldn't be it … not that, either … not – well, maybe.”

“What?” Applejack asked. “Ya got an idea, Fluttershy?”

“Yes, I do.” Fluttershy said. “But you're not gonna like it.”

“What do y'all mean -”

Fluttershy pounced on Applejack, grabbing Applejack's breasts and squeezing them. Stains appeared on Applejack's dress as they were soaked with milk.

“What?”

“There we go.” Fluttershy sounded satisfied, not nearly as disturbed by the milk as Applejack was. “It just needed a little help getting out, that's all.”

“Fluttershy, I'm not sure if you've noticed I'm making milk!” Applejack clenched her fists. “That ain't right!”

Fluttershy shrugged. “I don't know what to tell you, Applejack.”

“Pardon me.” One of the doctors spoke up. “But was it said this woman was making milk?”

“Yes.” Fluttershy turned to him. “Why?”

The doctor whispered something in Fluttershy's ear.

“Oh my. Well, if you think it will help ...”

“Think what will help?” Applejack asked.

“Apparently, there are two patients who the hospital thinks would benefit from a “heavy dosage” of breast milk.” Fluttershy said. “I don't usually like alternative medicine, but … would you be willing to help, Applejack?”

Applejack adjusted the Stetson on her head. “Sure. I'm trapped in this hospital anyway. Might as well do a bit of good while I'm here.”

“Great. Thank you so much, Applejack. I'm sure the patients will really appreciate it. Let's go get them.” Fluttershy directed her doctor cronies out of the room to fetch the patients.

It did not take long for the doctors to return, with Fluttershy conspicuous by her sudden absence. Even more sudden was the reveal of who the patients were.

“Pinkie Pie? Rainbow Dash?” Applejack wasn't sure she believed her eyes.

“Hey, Applejack!” Pinkie waved as the doctor steered into the room. Pinkie was fine, but Rainbow Dash was struggling and fighting with her doctor, who was holding onto her for dear life.

“What are – how did – I mean -” Applejack stammered.

“To answer your question fragments, I was having a fine day until Discord showed up and tricked me with something.” Rainbow Dash said. “Next thing I know, I'm in this stupid hospital, being manhandled! Let me go, darn it!” Rainbow Dash kicked her legs, almost succeeding in knocking the doctor down.

“Yeah.” Pinkie said. “We really should have known better than to trust him. So, how are you, Applejack?”

“Fine.” Applejack looked away from them. “Except the doctors tell me I need to feed y'all both some breast milk?”

“What?”

“Oooh, kinky!” Pinkie said. “I like it. Let's do it.”

“Nun-uh.” Rainbow Dash said. “There is no way, no how, am I drinking milk of your breasts, Applejack.”

Applejack crossed her arms. “And what's wrong with my breasts, Rainbow Dash?”

“Oh.” Realizing Applejack was offended, Rainbow tried to correct her blunder. “I didn't – I didn't mean anything by it, A.J. I just meant that -”

While Rainbow was trying to babble out an apology, the doctors took their chance to deposit Rainbow on the floor and escape while they could.

“Drink your milk.” One of them said before slamming the door on them.

“Ugh.” Rainbow Dash sat cross-legged.

“C'mon, Dashie!” Pinkie tapped Rainbow Dash on the shoulder. “It might be fun.”

“Flying is fun. Gliding is fun. Bowling is fun. Drinking my friend's milk? Is creepy.”

“Oh, don't be such a Debbie Downer.” Pinkie lifted Rainbow Dash up from the floor and pushed her towards the bed. "Besides, it's not like Discord's gonna let us go until after we do it."

“Well ... I'm not how okay I am with being coerced into this, but ... let's get this over with.” Applejack reached around her vest and undid the knots holding it together, slipping off the vest around her shoulders and off and onto the bed.

“I'm not doing it.” Rainbow Dash remained stubborn, turning her head away.

“Aw, don't listen to her, Applejack.” Pinkie Pie said, sitting on Applejack's muscle-toned leg. “I'll be more than happy to drink it.”

Pinkie Pie planted her lips on Applejack's breast and giving them a ripe, firm suckle. Applejack moaned, enjoying the feeling. “Oh, that feels good, Pinkie Pie … do it again.”

Pinkie flashed Applejack a thumbs-up and suckled again. The feeling brought a dazed, dopey smile to Applejack's face.

Applejack decided to abandoned her previous Discord-related reservations in pursuit of the wonderful feeling brought to her by Pinkie's suckling. “Are y'all sure you don't want in on this, Rainbow Dash? It feels pretty good when Pinkie does it … I'm sure y'all would make feel even better.”

“Hmph.” Rainbow Dash glared. “Am I the only sane person left in this room?” She turned her head away, watching as Pinkie suckled and nursed Applejack.

It … does look kinda fun. Rainbow Dash admitted. No, what am I thinking? No it doesn't … yes, it does. And Pinkie REALLY looks like she's enjoying it …

“Okay.” Rainbow Dash admitted. “You got me.” She climbed onto the side of the bed. Applejack wrapped her arm around Rainbow in something resembling a headlock and shoved her breast into Rainbow's mouth. Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and gave a light suckle.

It wasn't as bad as she thought. The warmth of A.J's breast brought a comfort to Rainbow Dash, and the milk tasted pretty good. Before Rainbow Dash knew it, she was suckling more and more.

“Mmm ...” Applejack moaned. She squeezed her bust, getting more of the milk out from her and into them. “Oh, that feels lovely ...”

Rainbow Dash proved eager to drink it. Ironic given her earlier protests. Dash pulled away to take in a breath. “That's – that's some really good stuff.”

“There's still more, y'know.” Applejack told her, encouraging her to drink some more. She grew to appreciate the wonderful feeling of having her chest drained. Applejack wrapped her burly arms around them, holding her attendants close to her chest. “Mmm … that's it ... aren't you two good girls?”

Yes, yes, they are, aren't they? Discord's bodiless voice penetrated Applejack's head.

“Discord!” Applejack gave a shout. “Where are ya, ya varmint? Come out here and get yer what-fer!”

Oh, you don't want me to do that, Applejack. Discord said. You wouldn't want to disturb your little nursers, would you?

“I … I guess.” Applejack looked down at Pinkie and Rainbow Dash. They both appeared to have adjusted to their role, looking quite content. Their eyes were closed and their arms were curled around Applejack's back, holding on for support.

You wouldn't want to ruin this lovely picture, would you?

Applejack blushed and looked away. In her head, she knew the right thing to do would be to call it off and scream and shout until Discord caved in to their demands. But … it felt so good.

Yes, yes, it DOES feel good, doesn't it? Discord encouraged. To have these two suckling you, nursing you … it'll make good practice for when you become a mother, won't it?

“I'm not … buying that excuse, Discord.” Applejack weakly sputtered, overtaken by the powerful suctions on her mammary glands.

Oh, but look at them! They're enjoying it. They are LOVING the taste of your boobs. And they're loving growing into their boobs themselves, aren't they?

“W-what's that supposed to mean?” Trying to figure out what Discord meant, Applejack glanced at Rainbow Dash's chest. The meaning of the words became clear as Applejack saw Rainbow Dash's chest fill out her clothes. Rainbow Dash's breasts grew forward and outward, picking up size and weight, turning her soft chest into huge orbs. The same thing was happening to Pinkie's chest.

Don't you just want to feel them? Discord asked. Unnoticed by the three girls, a pink vapor was emitting into the room. From the vents, from the windows, thin trails of smoke slithered in and pooled around the floor, putting out an inebriating aroma which made all of them feel more lustful.

Applejack's head rocked back-and-forth, the scent-based aphrodisiac taking her by surprise. “I do ...” She mumbled as her answer to Discord's question. Applejack moved her arm around and put her hand on Rainbow Dash's chest, rubbing it back and forth. Dash noticed and grabbed Applejack's hand by the wrist.

“Oh no … I'm sorry, Rainbow Dash.” Applejack mumbled, worried she had crossed a line with her friend. But Rainbow Dash was more than okay with it, as she took Applejack's hand and guided it deeper into the increasing cleft of her cleavage. Rainbow Dash moved Applejack's hand up and down, encouraging Applejack to rub it more.

Making sure not to leave Pinkie out, Applejack reached down and grabbed Pinkie's breast as well, pinching and rubbing it. Pinkie Pie cried out an appreciative moan, nodding in agreement as she continued to slurp out Applejack's milk.

“Yes, yes ...” Applejack moaned, her eyes turning glassy. “This is nice … the three of us, alone except for ourselves, and you two enjoying some good ole-fashioned milk the way it's meant to be enjoyed … straight from the boobs. Mmmm … mmm ...ooh!” Applejack let out a loud moan as Rainbow's and Pinkie's stimulation made her breasts lurch forward, spilling liters of milk into both of their hungry mouths.

“Bleh!”

“Phoo!”

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie both pulled away, the surge of milk being too much for them. The milk escaped their mouths and spilled down their chins as well as splashing out and getting all over their breasts. The seductive, white droplets raced trails down the curve of their chests, dripping to the floor and soaking their shirts.

Rainbow Dash put comforting hands to her stomach. “I'm full.”

“Yeah.” Pinkie wiped some milk off her lips. “Me too.”

Rainbow Dash turned to Applejack. “Thanks for that, A.J. It was fun … even if we're not exactly here of our own free will.”

Applejack smiled and shrugged. “Eh, what are you gonna do?”

“I'll tell you what I'm gonna do; I'm gonna find Discord and punch him in the face.” Dash threw an aimless haymaker through the air. Her stomach gurgled, causing her to clutch at it. “But first, I'm gonna try to find somewhere to sleep this off.”

“I'll join you!” Pinkie bounced off the bed, her milk-filled breasts and stomach sloshing every direction. Rainbow Dash climbed onto Pinkie's back and shoulder, and they leaned on each for support as they trudged towards the door.

“Well, that was fun. But I'm glad it's over.” Applejack reached for her vest and pulled it back on. She made all the knots extra-tight, hoping to discourage herself if something were to … tempt her into taking it off again.

Not seeing any reason to stay in here, Applejack bounded off the bed and left the room. She wasn't pleased when her added height meant she had to duck her head under the doorframe.

Applejack's eyes widened when she saw Fluttershy and Discord ready to greet her.

“Applejack!” Fluttershy leapt towards Applejack, ensnaring her in a hug. With Applejack's height extension, Fluttershy's head collided into Applejack's midsection. “Are you okay? For some reason, after I left, the other doctors wouldn't let me back in!”

“Yeah.” Applejack looked up at Discord. “I can't imagine why.” Perhaps Discord just didn't want Fluttershy exposed to the lust gas he pumped in there.

Fluttershy separated from Applejack and looked up at her. Applejack still hadn't answered the question.

“I'm fine, Fluttershy.”

The tender moment was interrupted in the loudest, most obnoxious way possible, as Discord brought kazoos and loud confetti bombs.“Congratulations, Applejack! You passed the test!”

“Test?” Applejack and Fluttershy looked at each other. “What test?'

“Fluttershy told you about this hospital is just so understaffed, didn't she?” Discord asked.

Applejack nodded. “She did. But those doctors seem liked plenty enough staff. There were two of them, even.” Applejack pointed at herself. “For one patient.”

“Well, with your recent changes, you are a lot of patient.” Discord snapped his fingers, and a measuring tape appeared by Applejack, floating in the air taking her exact height. Applejack batted it away. “But you'll be an excellent head of the maternity ward!”

“The … what now?” Applejack crossed arms and raised an eyebrow.

“You know! The maternity ward!” Discord said, not answering Applejack's question. “This hospital has a very rigorous exam before they'll make someone head of the maternity ward. And you passed!” A celebratory banner appeared over Discord's head, accompanied with whimsical music. “As head of the maternity ward, you'll be in charge of overseeing the treatment and care of mothers and their babies.”

“Uh-huh. And what if I don't wanna?”

“Oh, please, Applejack?” Fluttershy put her hands together in a pleading way. “You heard Discord about how understaffed this place is!”

“Yeah. Like I'm going to trust something from Discord's mouth.”

“Please? He's supposed to be our friend now, and we should at least try to trust him.”

“I should also mention this hospital's maternity ward has something special about it.” Discord said. “There's a private club, an exclusive club that offers … a wet nursing service.”

Applejack tilted her head. “A what?” She didn't notice Fluttershy blush and cover her mouth.

“A wet nursing service. That's where ...” Discord stopped and looked around the room. He put himself reeeeal close to Applejack and whispered in her ear. “Where people pay to have someone nourish their babies with breast milk!” He said this as if were the most scandalous thing in the world.

“What!?” Applejack pulled away from him. “Uh-uh! Ain't no way I'm doing that! No way, no how.”

“Oh, don't play games with me, Applejack.” Discord continued to whisper. “You loved it with Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. Oh, I guess I should mention you'll be nursing more than just babies. You can have all sorts of people come for your impressive chest and you can feed them ...”

Applejack took in a sharp breath, her recent experience with Rainbow and Pinkie fresh in her mind. “Feed them ...”

“Fondle them ...”

“Fondle them.” Applejack repeated in a trance.

“Watch as you make their boobs grow bigger. So very big. You liked it with Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, didn't you? Yes, you liked watching their boobs grow.”

“Boobs … bigger … I like watching their boobs grow.”

“That was all you.” Discord said. “You see, it's something in your breast milk that makes their boobs grow. And you can make other things grow, too.” Discord added in a lecherous tone. “All you have to do is agree to head the maternity ward, and there will be instructions on different pills you can take, depending on what it is you're trying to, ah, enhance. What do you say? Will you do it?”

“Um, excuse me, but what are you two whispering about?” Fluttershy asked. She kicked her foot. “I wasn't going to ask, but you've been at it for awfully long.”

“Oh, just negotiating the terms of the contract with Applejack. Isn't that right, Applejack?”

Applejack nodded.

“What do you say? Will you do it?”

“I ...”

Just to make sure Applejack was fully entranced by all the crazy, lustful spells Discord had thrown at her, Discord mouthed the word “boobs,” and Applejack was helpless to resist, thinking of the wondrous feeling Dash and Pinkie brought her.

“I'll do it.” Applejack said.

“Excellent!” Discord clapped his hands. “Now let's get you into something more appropriate for work.”

Applejack worried if Discord was making an euphemism when he said “appropriate for work,” but her fears were unfounded. Discord and Fluttershy guided her somewhere else, where she changed into green pants with a white shirt and overcoat. Discord gave her a clipboard and a stethoscope (what good the stethoscope would be where she was going, Applejack wasn't sure) and instructions.

“Just go down that hall and wait around until a patient or two comes in.” Discord pointed.

Applejack nodded and went down the hall, looking over her shoulder to see Discord and Fluttershy waving at her.

“Okay … now all I have to do is wait for a patient.” Applejack said to herself. “Hmm. Maybe he'll give up this dumb game if I can avoid getting one.”

It wasn't too long until Applejack bumped into something – or someone, who she was surprised to see at first. But after the business with Pinkie and Rainbow Dash, for her to also be here was no surprise.

“Applejack?”

“Rarity?

"What are you doing here?" Applejack asked.

"I'm, uh ..." Rarity twiddled her fingers. "I'm looking for the head of the maternity ward."

Applejack chuckled. With a nervous smile, she spread her arms and gestured to herself. "Well, you're looking at her."

Author's Note

My original plan was to put the entire story from Rarity's perspective. She would go through the hospital, doing her business, eventually coming across Fluttershy, Applejack, and the others and think they were clones. But then the last chapter would imply they weren't clones, and Rarity's real friends were being subjected to similar ... treatments by Discord inside the hospital. The more I thought about it, the more it didn't seem fair to let those other adventures go completely unexplored, so I whipped up this little "intermission" so the readers could just a little tiny peek at what was going. I have no plans at this point to explore the rest of those adventures in full. Sorry.

And I was going to publish this and the "real" Chapter 2 at the same time, but I think I remember reading Fimfiction has rules against uploading multiple chapters per day to avoid bumping stories up unfairly, so you'll all have to wait until tomorrow.

Next chapter will return to your regularly scheduled Rarity.